"You returned to Chernobyl from the Imperial Capital just for this?" Weir looked at the design diagram Perfikot took out, and an indescribable shock appeared on her face.
Perfikot’s return to the Northern Territory was certainly not just to handle those not particularly important affairs.
Her true purpose was to prepare for the deity descent that Langton’s heretical factions might orchestrate.
Previously, Perfikot was unaware, so her focus on handling this end-ti catastrophe was entirely on how to defend against natural disasters and the harsh environnt of extre cold.
But now, knowing that this end-ti catastrophe is a sche by the Ancient Gods from thousands of years ago, she must make so responses.
At the very least, when those heretical factions cause a deity descent, she must have enough counterasures to push back the descending Divine entity, rather than watching them destroy this world.
And as for how to respond to a deity descent, after seriously consulting all parties capable of offering advice, Perfikot ultimately decided to design a brand-new Steam Knight armor.
This set of Steam Knight armor, prepared to face the deity descent, was tentatively codenad Godslaying Armor by Perfikot.
This naming thod, which almost directly writes profanation on its face, naturally left Weir, who belongs to the old traditionalists, sowhat shocked. After all, she still held a certain degree of reverence for the Divine.
However, soon, a surge of excitent ca from within, causing Weir’s body to tremble slightly.
After all, Weir is also an Alchemist. Pursuing truth and challenging limits are things an Alchemist should seek.
God? It’s just a powerful, analyzable existence.
For an Alchemist, as long as it can be analyzed, it can be reproduced.
Currently, although Perfikot does not intend to recreate a Divine entity, the godslaying design goal of this armor, in Weir’s view, carries a bit of the aning of pushing limits.
How could Weir, who had once reached this realm, not feel excited?
One must know that the disaster they caused back then was largely an attempt to recreate a Divine entity.
It’s just that they failed, and paid a terrible price, so now anyone attempting to challenge the domain of gods once more, aiming for Godslayer, Weir’s excitent is understandable.
"Yes, the Godslaying Armor, that is my purpose for coming back this ti, and I need your help, your full support," Perfikot nodded, and then offered her conditions to Weir: "If you help achieve it, I can help remove your curse, restore your Legendary strength, and even forge a Godslaying Armor for you."
Upon hearing the conditions set by Perfikot, Weir imdiately wanted to agree to her request, but she quickly cald down, looked seriously at Perfikot, and after careful consideration, asked, "Removing my curse, restoring my Legendary power, and even forging a Godslaying Armor for , you don’t expect to help you slay gods, do you?"
"The power of the Godslaying Armor can only be fully utilized in the hands of a Legendary, or let put it another way, only a Legendary can maneuver the Godslaying Armor, do you understand?" Perfikot could, of course, understand why Weir asked this, so she straightforwardly clarified her aning.
However, Weir imdiately shook her head and resolutely refused, saying: "If you want to help you develop the Godslaying Armor, that’s no problem! I am an Alchemist, and a research project challenging the Divine is sothing I will not shy away from!
But do you expect to wear this thing to help you slay gods? That’s pure wishful thinking. I’m not a combatant! It’s impossible, it’s impossible!"
As Weir spoke, she kept waving her hands in a gesture of helplessness.
She’s not lying or shirking responsibility, it’s just that she’s genuinely not adept at combat.
Alchemists like Perfikot are peculiar. How many typical Alchemists can apply alchemy to battle?
Everyone generally prepares so alchemical potions or alchemical items, or even golems, to fend off attacks when needed.
So, from another perspective, for Alchemists, combat involves using money to crush opponents, as the tools or potions that an Alchemist uses for combat each sell for a fortune to ordinary people.
"I can inlay a Philosopher’s Stone into the Godslaying Armor for you," Perfikot wasn’t necessarily insisting on Weir joining them, but among the Legendary beings she knew and trusted, Weir was the best to win over, so she tried to offer terms.
Faced with the conditions offered by Perfikot, Weir hesitated.
Weir had studied the Philosopher’s Stone in her earlier years, but its threshold was too high, and even back then, she rely grasped a bit of it, having no confidence in its creation.
Later, due to channeling all her energy into the sches she had with her fellow old hands, the study of the Philosopher’s Stone was put on hold.
After their plan failed and she was cursed, Weir tried to research the Philosopher’s Stone again in an attempt to break her curse.
But, the progress was always slow, without breakthrough.
Of course, this was also largely due to her body regressing to childhood after being cursed, lacking vitality over the years.
However, right now, just obtaining a Philosopher’s Stone, or even rely observing Perfikot’s process of crafting a Philosopher’s Stone, was an imnse temptation for her.
After all, for Alchemists worldwide, crafting a Philosopher’s Stone is inviting enough to make them abandon all principles.
Therefore, after so hesitation, Weir finally spoke up, "I want the technology to craft a Philosopher’s Stone."
"I can let you observe the entire crafting process and answer your questions, but the specific technology..." Perfikot shook her head, refusing: "It’s not that I am unwilling, but it belongs to my parents’ inheritance, and I can’t easily gift it to anyone."
"I understand, knowledge is priceless, if it’s your parents’ inheritance, it indeed shouldn’t be casually given away," Weir didn’t insist. Perfikot allowing her to observe the crafting process and also being able to ask questions was already sufficient for her.
After all, Weir had her pride and self-esteem as a Legendary Alchemist; if under such conditions, she still couldn’t grasp the key points, even if Perfikot handed her all related materials and taught her hand by hand, it wouldn’t be of any use.
While having a teacher certainly makes mastering alchemical knowledge easier, if one cannot understand by observing, learning is futile.
So Weir quickly adjusted her state and asked Perfikot, "Where do we start?"
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