Chapter 1084 The name of the sword...the way back!

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That piece of Uru metal billet has been stacked and forged thousands of times, and smelted and baked tens of millions of times.

Finally, vibranium, which is slightly less hard but extremely tough, is used to sandwich the forged Ulu steel billet, wrapping it like a hamburger, and performs the final melting and forging to perfectly combine the two metals. Together.

boom! boom! boom!

With the hammer hitting again and again, countless bright sparks burst out from the steel billet.

For seven days, he worked tirelessly to forge the sword, and Ermeiya Wang Yue could no longer remember how many times he had swung the hammer.

Thousands of times? Or tens of thousands of times? Or tens or millions of times?

No...none of that matters!

In other words, there was no time to think at all. All he was thinking about now was how to complete the knife forging.

He stared at the billet with all his concentration, feeling the slight deformation of the billet every time the weight dropped, in order to prevent the angle and strength of the next weight drop from changing, which would destroy this precious steel billet.

"Meera, raise the flame temperature!"

Ermeiya Wang Yue's voice seemed extremely cold and ruthless.

Although Meira was almost fainting from exhaustion, he still gave the cruel order to increase the temperature of the steel billet again.

During the entire seven-day knife forging process, if you want to pick the most tiring person, then it must be the fiery little Loli Mela. She is the only person who can control the temperature of the eternal fire, and flame is a must in forging a knife. Things that are indispensable.

Continuously regulating the temperature of the flames almost exhausted Meera's spiritual power.

But at this moment, the order issued by the master still prompted Meira to persist, puffed up her cheeks, and blew out a strong wind of spiritual pressure, raising the temperature in the casting furnace to a terrifying level again.

"Continue to heat!" Wang Yue urged: "It's not enough. The current temperature is not enough to extend the billet!"

"Yes! Lord Wang Yue!" Meila's face was pale, and she tried her best to blow the air to increase the temperature of the stove.

The roaring eternal fire burned the steel billets stacked and sandwiched thousands of times until they turned red little by little until they turned orange!

"Now!" Wang Yue's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Lotus, pull out the steel billet and fix it. I'm going to prepare to forge the knife shape!"

"Yes, Lord Wang Yue!" The second-tired Renhua Shihara, regardless of her physical fatigue, threw out the two braids on the back of her head, grabbed the newly heated steel billet, and pulled it to the anvil.

"Then...let's begin!"

Ermeiya Wang Yue stared at the orange-red steel billet, his energy reaching an incomparable concentration.

After he fully enters the state, he is no longer the funny hip-hop guy, but the Sword God Nimeiya Wang Yue!

The internal structure of the metal, the degree of fusion, the temperature of the flame, the temperature of the steel billet, the angle during forging, the length of the steel billet being extended, and the data of the final product, etc...

As a good blacksmith, this is something you must understand.

Numerous details that required a lot of calculations put Wang Yue's brain into overload, and he didn't dare to stop for a minute.

There must be no carelessness, otherwise the entire billet will be destroyed with just the slightest mistake!

Boom——!

The first heavy hammer fell, and the entire temple shook.

The orange-red steel billet was greatly deformed by the blow, and a large piece was dented from the root.

But immediately afterwards, there was an even denser mass of hammers, like a storm. Amidst the deafening roar of metal, firelight like midsummer fireworks burst out. The terrifying force even set off gusts of wind, carrying a heat wave and raging through the hall.

Lotus, who was responsible for fixing the steel billet, was shaken by the huge force brought by the heavy hammer, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But even so, she never let go of the billet.

Ping ping pong pong, tinkling!

The intensive sound of forging iron is like New Year's firecrackers.

The steel billet was beaten and stretched visibly to the naked eye, gradually changing from a thick cube to a thin and long steel bar.

Each hammer of Ermeiya Wang Yue's force and angle were just right. Instead of excessive deformation of the steel billet, the gradually formed knife billet had no hammer marks or bends, and the surface was smooth, strong and straight.

However, he slightly adjusted the next sequence.

Using World Tree as the raw material, the polished and shaped knife handle and tangs were installed on the unformed knife blank in advance.

Soon, as the root of the knife passed through the hilt of the World Tree, the prototype of a sword was completed.

Although it has not been polished and quenched, the blade is overall dull, and there are even black rust stains in many places, but it has begun to show its sharpness.

"Finally, it's the last step."

Ermeiya Wang Yue took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood: "The next step is...quenching!"

Quenching is the most important step in the knife forging process!

The blade blank is heated to reach the critical temperature, and after being kept warm for a certain period of time, it is cooled at a cooling rate greater than the critical temperature.

In this way, the rigidity, hardness, wear resistance, fatigue strength and toughness of the blade will be greatly improved.

But the problem is that it is extremely difficult to control the quenching temperature.

Once the quenching temperature is too high, it will cause the blade to deform and bend. If the quenching temperature is too low, the improvement effect will not be achieved, and the blade blank will even become more brittle, making it vulnerable to a blow.

"Lord Spirit King, never let go of the blade!"

Ermeiya Wang Yue heated the knife blank to the limit, and then shouted at Hammer Palace Sinzi: "Hurry up and activate the ice box!"

Both Meira and Lianhua fainted from exhaustion, and now she was the only one present who could still use the Ice Box. This was something that had been decided before the sword was forged.

"Yes, Lord Wang Yue!"

The Ice Box released a large amount of freezing air, which was cold enough to freeze the entire neutron star, sweeping across the entire temple in an instant.

"It's now!

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Wang Yue's eyes flashed with light, now is the best time to temper!

The next moment, the fully heated blade was like an orange-yellow meteor, hitting the Ice Box at an extremely fast speed.

Extreme cold and extreme heat, high temperature and freezing air!

Surpassing the critical cooling temperature, the blade heated to the critical point is cooled down in an instant.

As the terrifying ultra-high temperature cooled, it released a large amount of white smoke, like violent waves, carrying an irresistible shock wave and destroying the crumbling temple.

boom--!

An earth-shattering beam of light seemed to penetrate the sky of Asgard.

In order to cool the soul of the blade, the extraordinary heat and terrifying spiritual pressure directly destroyed the Ice Giant clan's artifact, the Ice Box. It seemed that only in this way could the soul of the sword be cooled.

"Lord Spirit King!"

Ermeiya Wang Yue suddenly turned his head, and then shouted: "Please inject your soul."

Injecting soul into the blade blank is an extremely important step in forging a Zanpakutō.

Only the weapon forged by injecting the soul of the master is a Zanpakutō, and can it become one with the owner.

Lord understood that the next step was the key to determining whether the blade could be formed. He immediately came to his side in a flash and used the ability given by the soul to cut off one third of the soul.

The palm of his hand, shining with white light, directly grasped the red, high-temperature knife blank.

laugh--!

The terrifying ultra-high temperature burned his palms in an instant, and the skin, flesh and bones seemed to melt.

But even so, uureading Lord still did not let go of the hilt of the knife, and then continued to inject his soul and spiritual pressure. A wave of terrifying pressure rose up, and then a series of blue cracks, like branches of lightning extending out.

"Lord Spirit King, please... pull it out!"

Nigeya Wang Yue knelt down on one knee, his expression involved and fanatical: "Shout its name, that is...your Zanpakutō!"

Lord was silent for a moment, and then a glimmer appeared in his eyes. The hand holding the handle of the knife slowly used force to pull it out bit by bit from the fragments of the Ice Box: "Your name is... ....The way home!”

Cang——!

A black sword was pulled out from the ice box.

Then, in the next moment, the unprecedented sword intent shone like the radiance of stars, illuminating the entire Immortal Palace of the God Realm.

The azure cracks are like branches, extending to the end of the black blade, like the Milky Way in the dark starry sky. The magnificent light sometimes dims and sometimes brightens, as if it is sensing the master's breath.

The name of the sword...the way home!