The night was as dark as ink.
Imperial Capital, Central Military Departnt.
The solemn and majestic buildings, under the cover of night, resembled a crouching steel beast, silent and awe-inspiring.
Several military off-road vehicles silently glided into the underground base, and the heavy alloy gate slowly closed behind them.
Ouyezi, protected by several fierce-looking military warriors, passed through a series of heavily guarded tal corridors.
Finally, he was led to an office door.
The office door slowly opened.
Marshal Zhao stood up, walked around the desk, and a polite smile appeared on his face.
"Great Master Ouyezi, you have co a long way; it must have been arduous."
On Ouyezi's face, which was stained with a little furnace ash, a calm smile, unfitting for his age, appeared.
Zhou Huai's consciousness had already transferred into this body.
"Marshal, I told you, he is just a Clone of mine."
"There's no need for us to be so formal."
Zhou Huai's voice rang out, carrying a hint of familiar ease.
"Let's get straight to business."
The smile on Marshal Zhao's face stiffened slightly.
He awkwardly coughed once.
Just now, he was so focused on being surprised by Ouyezi's youth that he forgot the other party was rely a Clone.
A thought uncontrollably surfaced from the bottom of his heart.
This kid's ability is simply Heaven-Defying.
Every Clone has a completely different profession and appearance.
If he hadn't actively inford them, who could have connected this young Divine Craftsman in front of him with that Forbidden Spell Mage who could make the sky fall and earth crack with a wave of his hand?
And who could have imagined that they were all controlled by the sa person behind the scenes?
Thinking of this, a sense of relief actually rose in Marshal Zhao's heart.
It was fortunate that such a Heaven-Defying figure was a Great Xia Country person.
Otherwise, his danger level would probably be far above that SSS-level individual in the Free Federation.
Zhou Huai did not notice the turbulent waves in Marshal Zhao's heart.
His consciousness was completely imrsed in Ouyezi's body at this mont.
He controlled Ouyezi to walk in front of Gandalf, reaching out to pick up the token of the faceless.
As his fingertips touched the badge, a cool sensation instantly spread.
Countless subtle energy patterns flowed like living things under his fingers.
In Ouyezi's sensory world, this badge was no longer a simple inanimate object.
Its internal structure, its energy circuits, and the Soul imprint contained in every inch of its tal were all infinitely magnified at this mont, clearly presented in his mind.
It was like an incredibly precise, incredibly complex three-dinsional blueprint.
He closed his eyes, his fingertips slowly caressing the smooth, blank mask.
The direction of each rune, the ratio of each Material, the traces of each forging technique... countless streams of information surged into his mind.
It was like an electronic list that had already been set, quietly arranged, waiting for him to read it.
Soon, Zhou Huai opened his eyes.
A hint of understanding was added to his gaze.
"Marshal Zhao, please give paper and a pen."
Marshal Zhao was slightly startled, then quickly reacted, hurrying to retrieve new paper and a pen from a nearby desk.
Zhou Huai took the paper and pen and walked to the large desk.
The pen tip glided across the paper, making a soft rustling sound.
Ancient and unfamiliar Material nas flowed from his pen, the handwriting strong and forceful, carrying an undeniable power.
"Void Realm Dust, three qian."
"Starfall Iron Essence, one liang."
"Dragon Soul Tear, one drop."
"Sand of Ti, half a qian."
"..."
His writing speed was extrely fast, almost without any pause or thought.
It was as if that forging blueprint, lost for thousands of years, was imprinted deep within his Soul.
Marshal Zhao stood by, watching the white paper quickly fill up.
Many of the Materials listed on it were things they had never even heard of.
In just a few minutes, the A4-sized white paper was densely filled with the nas of dozens of Materials and their precise required quantities.
After writing the last character, Zhou Huai gently put down the fountain pen in his hand.
He picked up the list filled with Materials and handed it to Marshal Zhao.
"Marshal Zhao, please have soone prepare these Materials now."
"We will begin forging imdiately."
Marshal Zhao took the list and quickly scanned it with his eyes.
Even with his knowledge, seeing the rare Heaven And Earth Treasure listed on it, he couldn't help but gasp.
This small badge actually required so many Heaven And Earth Treasure.
He looked up, his deep, tiger-like eyes filled with a trace of disbelief.
"Start working now?"
"Your Clone... doesn't he need to rest?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Huai showed a ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ faint smile on his face.
He shook his head, his tone relaxed.
"No need."
"My Clone is a tireless worker; he doesn't need to rest at all."
And so.
Marshal Zhao quickly dispatched soone to send Ouyezi to the Central Military Departnt's best forging room.
Compared to the sowhat shabby Forging Guild in Donghai City.
The military's facilities were undoubtedly several grades higher.
This place covered a vast area, with spacious rooms, and the ventilation System utilized the most advanced rune technology.
Even if dozens of forging furnaces were opened simultaneously, not a trace of choking smoke could be slled.
Although it was deep into the night, the military's forging room was still brightly lit.
The clanging sounds of hamring were incessant, like an unceasing battlefield symphony.
Forging work, as always, knew no day or night.
Sotis, for a high-quality piece of equipnt, blacksmiths would forget to eat and sleep, fighting continuously for several days and nights, which was a common occurrence.
The leading general guided Ouyezi directly to the deepest part of the forging area.
There, were the three-star forging rooms specially prepared for Forging Grandmaster.
There were three of the best forging rooms in total.
Currently, two of them were lit, and muffled hamring sounds occasionally ca from the cracks under the doors, indicating that two Great Master were already using them.
The general pointed to the last empty forging room, a respectful smile on his face.
"Great Master Ouyezi, this is currently the best one. Are you satisfied?"
Ouyezi nodded, but before he could speak.
A discordant voice suddenly ca from the side.
"Wait."
Several young blacksmiths in special fireproof suits quickly walked over, the leader frowning and blocking their path.
"This forging room belongs to our Master."
The general was stunned for a mont, then politely explained, "This is a Great Master personally arranged by Marshal Zhao, and he needs to use this forging room."
Upon hearing this, the leading Disciple's lips curled into a proud arc.
"Even if it's the Marshal's order, there's still a first-co, first-served rule, isn't there?"
He looked Ouyezi up and down, seeing that he was young and his face was still stained with furnace ash, and the contempt in his eyes grew even stronger.
"My Master isn't not using it; he's just gone to the Materials library to pick out so things and will be back soon."
"How about this young brother uses another forging room?"
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