If it is on Earth, even if the equipment environment meets the standards and sufficient resources, it is not easy to complete a set of equipment with the performance equivalent to Michael's latest generation of armor. According to the normal process, it will take several weeks. If it is in the foundry in Nidaville, the construction period can be greatly shortened with the help of the dwarves' superb weapon technology and magic knowledge. But even so, it will take one or two days at the fastest, and what they lack the most now is time.

But according to the plan proposed by Michael, the Ulu molten iron heated to the extreme temperature was poured into the furnace and the high-temperature Ulujin was cast directly into the set of armor on his body. In this way, there was no need to design a brand new set of armor from scratch. The process was very simple and could be completed within an hour.

Everything was ready. The huge iron bucket was filled with metal melted into iron. The spell was activated. The abundant divine power was directly introduced into it from the tree of life. Boiling bubbles continued to rise from the bottom to the liquid surface, and then exploded one after another.

"The time is almost done." Yitri stood on the suspended walkway above the furnace and rubbed his palms hard. This was also an unprecedented attempt for the craftsman. The mysterious super metal (vibration gold) from the earth, the outer alloy (Kere metal) mixed with it, and finally the Ulujin, a unique divine realm. What kind of result will the three high-level materials be mixed with each other in the neutron star furnace unique to the dwarfland - the most powerful forging factory in the Nine Realms? The master craftsman couldn't wait to witness this result.

He turned his head to Michael and looked at him: "Well, I suggest you might be better off taking off this equipment. Otherwise... you might have to jump in by yourself." He looked down, and the magma bubbles in the furnace were blowing up one after another, "And I don't recommend you do this."

The four Asgard warriors following behind also cast curious eyes. From beginning to end, the mortal in the atrium never removed his armor, and they were also a little curious about what such a powerful warrior looked like.

"certainly."

Michael responded lightly, the armor parts had begun to separate from each other, and the exit was opened from the back. Michael, who was wearing a black formal suit and tie, retreated from the back of the armor, and the armor automatically closed. However, the power supply was not cut off, and the V-shaped mirror was still lighted up with a light blue light, and the armor was still in an active state. Although the armor function was very limited in the absence of a driver, he could still accept the simple commands sent by Michael with brain waves to remotely control it to a certain extent.

Several Asgardians originally expected that such a powerful warrior must be tall and solid, with muscles all over his body, but they did not expect that the young man who exited the armor was a gentle and gentle young man with a slightly thin figure, which was completely inconsistent with the style of the warriors in the traditional impression of Asgardians.

It was such a mortal who killed Emier, the ancestor of the giant?

It seems more unreasonable than before.

"It's OK," said Yitri. "Ulu Iron has reached its best condition and your armor can be in at any time."

Michael did not answer, but took a step forward and stood at the edge of the hanging walkway. The armor began to move under the action of his mind. It raised its helmet with its low hanging helmet and walked to the edge of the walkway. It looked straight at the furnace, and the light of fire that seemed to be swallowing everything was reflected in the eyepiece.

Then it jumped down. The blue and black armor fell into the rolling lava. Fire snakes hissed, as if countless burning hands pressed the armor into the stove, and even the silhouette gradually disappeared.

Yitri stared at the furnace for a while until he felt the time was right, then waved his hand and shouted at the top of his throat: "Now!"

The dwarves in the foundry received the order and immediately activated the bulb. The overturned mouth of the barrel of hot iron fell high like a waterfall emitting heat waves. The iron hit the furnace, and Urujin, who had a great magic power, was quickly poured into it.

A thousand-foot golden light burst out in an instant, and the golden light filled the furnace, as if the iron flowing in it had become part of the light. Yitri boasted that the spell was effective, and his furnace would be as bright as tens of billions of suns when the divine power was poured in. Although it was obviously bragging, it did not seem to be unfounded. The sacred golden light pierced the entire foundry, making everyone have to raise their hands to block it, as if even if they cover their eyes, they could not block the golden light from overflowing into the retina. But the light was absolutely not aggressive. Bathing in it only made people feel warm all over and use it indescribably.

The Ulu iron in the iron bucket was completely poured down, and the giant bucket immediately turned back to its original position. The light in the furnace gradually subsided, but the bubbles were still exploding and the lava was still tumbling.

"Look at it with your eyes wide open. This is not the next chance you will see in your life."

Even though Yitri said that, he had never seen him before, from his eyes shining and his eyes were as excited as a child.

Yes, who can have the chance to see such a magical scene? Vibration gold, Kerry alloy, the magic Ulujin, Nidavil's neutron star furnace, and the blessing of Odin himself imposing spells... Even Yitri, who has been knowledgeable and has created various magical artifacts, couldn't help but look forward to it eagerly, looking forward to seeing what kind of peerless magical artifact that comes out of this furnace will be.

"It's almost done," Michael said with his hands in his pockets.

Everyone stared at the furnace without blinking, as if they were afraid of missing any details of the emergence of such a magical artifact.

It came out. The black outline appeared from the gradually calming liquid surface, and the dark shadow broke through the lava. The hot iron flowed down the iron-black shell, and the steel helmet looked up at the sky. The red hot liquid flowed from both sides of its cheeks, revealing the V-shaped eyepieces that were as blue as iron as blue as yellow as possible.

A violent wave was stirred up from the iron, and the black shadow of steel burst out, and the red and hot iron flowed down against the solid shell. Behind it was a tail flame that was sprayed like a torch, flew out high from the furnace, hovering on the edge of the aisle, and the whole body was branded into iron black like the hammer of Thunder. The residual heat of the furnace traced a fiery red line with clear edges. It was suspended in the air, and everyone could clearly see the imposing spirit from this air combat suit at a distance of several meters.

It has a god-like aura that makes people breathless.

The Dwarf King held his breath and stared at the iron-black armor for a long time before turning his head slowly.

"I'm not saying that I've never created a better work, but this is truly unique," he commented.

"Yes." Michael still put his hands in his pockets, and he raised his head and looked at the V-shaped eyepiece, as if he was exchanging eyes with the battle suit.
Chapter completed!