After so back and forth they had finally co to the decision to send an advance party of the freshly made golems. They were golems specialized in defense and would be able to buy ti for them.
Seth demanded the ti because he wanted to prepare for this attack thoroughly. It took about a day to travel to the vicinity of Mount Agra using the subterranean maintenance tunnel that led to the mana gathering formation.
The volunteers were scheduled to set off half a day later after the blacksmiths polished up on their equipnt. The Lords and the rest of the field teams would also follow, but before that Seth wanted to at least finish Lydia's mace and Jonah's Mask before they all set off.
To save ti, Seth imdiately started on them. Although he had tried to get out of the habit of using the improved crafting speed of his crafting station, he didn't really have a choice at this mont.
Given the materials he had left, the decision to make the mace from the marrow and the siddar wood was obvious. This way the weapon would benefit from his .
As the tal started glowing red hot, a savage tune filled the workshop. It wasn't lodious or enticing. It was dissonant and whipping, making the listener's heart race, and filling the body with energy that had to be released.
The hamr strikes that shaped the tal, perfectly fit the weird music, as Seth perford the Molag Ballad. His veins bulged as he worked the tal with unfounded wrath. They were the emotions received through the connection of .
What Seth felt was simply an infinite sea of wrath, thirsting for destruction. The dark runes that left his lips were filled with this desire. Sinking into the blessed copper, they granted blunt blow greater power in addition to armor penetration and armor breaking.
Most of the chunk of marrow left was turned into a heavy, cylindrical head for the mace. This material wasn't fit for sothing elaborate like a morning star or a flanged mace. This had similar reasons as to why it fit as the belly of the bow.
When t if force or sothing very hard flanges or spikes made from the marrow would absorb so of the force and bounce back. This was why the head needed to be massive, like a ball or tal cap.
Now, when it ca to the shape... it was not the ti for jokes, but Seth had already made the blueprints so ti ago after assessing the material's properties. Despite the serious situation, it was quicker to go through with it.
For the mace, he was rather inspired by the shape of a truncheon or rather a... bat. The batting tip was made from solid marrow, which would then make a smooth transition into the long and sturdy wooden handle.
At no point did Seth stop singing or hamring. Once this cap for the truncheon was finished, Seth grabbed the wood. This ti he didn't have to be too careful with the grain of the wood, as it was mostly about the powers it held.
The blacksmith took the leftovers of the siddar tree he was given and forged them together into one piece. On top of the demonic powers ceaselessly infusing into the wood as Seth lded the pieces together using Charon's Obol and , he also used to strengthen the wood.
His song only stopped after the pieces had turned into the rough shape of the bat handle. From this point on, he refined the handle with his skills he learned from Bess. He use the cap as a template and carved the end of the wooden piece into a socket for the cap.
When both fit together, Seth drilled, or rather burned a hole through the center of the wood, fitting the hole he had prepared in the mace head. Through this hole, he threaded a pole he had prepared early, also forged from a piece of marrow.
Peening it over at the head and the bottom of the truncheon firmly married the two pieces together with a chanical bond. This way he also strengthened the wood further. Of course, he didn't stop there. The last step was welding the wood and tal with careful hamr taps and a controlled flow of magic power.
With this, he had a roughly one-ter-long bat with the end being about 20 cm of massive tal. This was already a beast, but it was far from finished. The next step was engraving the enchantnt.
Seth had specifically gotten this enchantnt using his personal auction interface. This was the first enchantnt he had gotten in his hands that required him to be a master. As one would expect from sothing called Weight Enchantnt.
Weight enchantnt didn't sound like anything special, when one new negative effects like Burden, that could increase the perceived weight of an opponent, slowing them. But this was slightly different, as it goes both ways.
Its effects sounded relatively simple. For example, the wielder of the weapon enchanted with this would be able to control the weight of said weapon through the amount of magic power they infused into it. The more magic was infused the greater the effects.
As great and simple as it sounded, the enchantnt also had its drawbacks. For one, the difficulty of engraving it was incredible. So much so that even a master was not guaranteed to succeed. Seth had practiced it several tis when he got it, before he was confident enough to really use it for the bat.
The other reason was its efficiency. To make a big difference in combat one needed to infuse a massive amount of magic to temporarily increase or lighten a weapon. In general, it was only used on incredibly heavy, or light weapons to ease their usage.
However, Seth was thinking of the typical weight-changing sword he knew from the dia. Well, a weight-changing mace. The way to accomplish this was simple: Soul infusion. Lydia wouldn't need a lot of mana if the mana was already built into the weapon.
With that in mind, he started engraving the incredibly complicated magic circuit, using the help of the system guidance and his enchantnt table. He couldn't afford mistakes. Sweat was flowing down his body, but his hands were absolutely still, and his eyes were locked in a concentrated gaze.
and . He only allowed his hands to shake, when he finally relaxed, after he successfully finished the enchantnt.
The blacksmith took a deep breath as he looked down at the bat on the table. He was satisfied with it the way it was. Now he was only missing one thing to finish the weapon. A soul. Although he had made big plans, he didn't have a fitting soul here and had not yet had the ti to get one from Tano'Mol.
Since the actual weapon was done now, Seth felt ready to give the demon a visit and see if he had a fitting soul. If he really didn't he would have to use so of the refined ones without any special traits or powers.
With that in mind, Seth quickly took a shower in the workshop, wrote a short note that he was out, and used the tower to teleport to Delta's System Church. Wearing the helm of Hades as he crossed the Soul-cleansing mbrane, the invisible blacksmith quickly ran towards the demon district.
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A weird cloaked figure entered the lobby of Minas Mar's embassy and ca before the counter.
"How may I help you? Do you wish to apply for immigration? Or maybe join Minas Mar?" the clerk asked friendly.
Even though the other looked suspicious, he was not the least bit afraid. The whole lobby was secured by layers and layers of enchantnts that would stop any kind of attack on her. Also, people were usually checked with appraisal skills before being allowed entry.
"I ca with an important ssage for Seth Smith."
"A ssage for the Tower Master? The Tower Master is currently occupied. If it isn't urgent you can leave it here and it will be given to him later."
"it is -very- important." the figure emphasized very. "I'm sure he is willing to et if you tell him that the ssage is from an old acquaintance of his."
She sighed. There were these kinds of people from ti to ti. People thought their matter was the most important in the world.
"Who am I to say is the ssage from?" she asked with a sigh.
"Mark Baker."
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