Next, the freshly forged berserkers roared forward.
Not only that, with the earth-shaking booms spreading like footsteps, towering figures several ters high erged from behind Frederick. These giants, ford from ironwood and stone, moved as if alive, and beneath their armor, their bodies were covered with complex runes made of spiritual circuits.
At this mont, as eleven war giants dragged massive weapons that exceeded normal human size, step by step towards the workshop, it was like an iron wall advancing or a tsunami striking.
Unlike most other workshops, which are independent and aloof, the North Wind Workshop is a crucial part of the Northern Realm, loyal to the Great Lords of the ages, following ironclad rules and decrees, having assisted the tyrants in launching wars more than once in history. In the four White River Wars, the North Wind Workshop was always there, even at the core.
Because of this, they are more adept at large-scale invasions, plundering, and battles.
Now, with the appearance of the giants, Frederick's movents remained uninterrupted. He took out a spiritually sealed bag from his waist, fetched handfuls of seeds, and scattered them on the ground.
As soon as the seeds touched the soil, they took root and sprouted, absorbing the spiritual essence and nutrients stored within, growing rapidly. Each tall and skeletal figure, like the resurrected dead, erged from the ground.
Their incomplete bodies rapidly grew and recovered, and in their hollow eyes, a divine light appeared, more spirited than other creations.
Not only that, but they also ca equipped with weapons and armor, each blade gleaming with a chilling light, each set of armor covered with battle stains and scratches from years of warfare.
Each individual looked different, but they all shared the sa fanatical and malicious expression, eager to rush into the battlefield.
"Hero Seed?"
Outside the shimring light, Jiang Tongguang raised an eyebrow and whistled, "Looks like 'Yellow Beard' values him highly."
Gustav coldly reminded, "Yellow Beard hates being called that the most. You'd better be careful."
Jiang Tongguang grinned, "No one says it, how would he know?"
Gustav was indifferent, looking at him, making Jiang Tongguang's smile falter, "You wouldn't say anything, would you?"
Gustav said nothing.
But it seed it didn't an he wouldn't speak in the future.
Hero Seed is also a signature of the North Wind Workshop, a terrifying creation that earned a fearso reputation crossing the White River four tis under the Great Lord.
Standing on the embers, rging vortex and ether, all it takes is a rune seed to revive the heroes of the past. Valhalla sequence is nad for this reason.
They are immortal heroes; even in death, they will resurrect and reappear in Valhalla, feasting and drinking in the Golden Palace, awaiting the sound of drums and horns, ready to follow the gods into a new war.
Frederick's mastery and comprehension have reached an expert level, and though the heroes he creates are short-lived, they still possess the physique of the Chosen One and a simulated soul. With the experience and Hero Seeds of craftsn who have fought many battles, they can even be implanted into matrixes and rged with blessings, breaking through enemies like true heroes.
If Yellow Beard were here, he could probably reach into his pocket, randomly throw out a seed, and it would be enough to sprout a group of Rebirth Rank heroes.
Thanks to simulated combat chanisms, he doesn't need to worry about losses and can squander resources freely.
For other craftsn, losing a single seed might feel like a heart-wrenching pain.
Now, dozens of heroes drew their swords and roared, while the leading war giant raised the ancient bronze cannon, several ters long, and fired amidst thunderous roars and blazing light.
After undergoing the processes of alchemy, the massive cannonball, transford from ordinary iron, blazed with fierce flas on its surface, containing intense heat and destruction comparable to a volcano inside.
At this mont, the cannonball pierced through the air, burning away the black rain, and unceremoniously crashed into the workshop's gate.
The terrifying force capable of blasting an entire city wall into the sky erupted, a massive rockfall collapsing the mountainside, revealing the tallic structures underneath, as torrents of mud and stones rolled down, shaking the earth.
The workshop's gate was completely blown apart, shattered into pieces, and sent flying.
The offensive was so successful that even the mirror image stalled for a few seconds, wondering if there was a trap... but imdiately after, from the darkness behind the gate, ca the piercing wails and howls.
It was as if the gates of Hell had opened...
If Frederick were here in person to see such a scene, he might not have been able to resist cursing, either.
A massive, skeletal hand first reached out from the darkness, with fingers dripping with thick blood, writhing, climbing, followed by a hideous silhouette and a horribly disfigured body!
A creature as towering as a war giant opened its mouth, screaming in pain and madness. From head to toe, blood-red eyes opened and closed, glaring at the approaching enemies.
It was already ravenous.
With the sound of chains breaking, it sprinted forward without a second thought!
Even more horrifying, from the deep darkness behind the door, one after another, grotesque and hideous silhouettes erged, accompanied by the continuous sound of chains breaking...
Countless scarlet points of light quickly expanded out of the darkness.
Dozens of frenzied, tornted creatures burst through the gate in an instant!
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