Chapter 163
The God of Forging said, reaching out to grab the Eternal Fire and the Myriad Black Gold, but was slapped away by the God of Joy, "Let's solve Zhang Yuan's problem first!"
The God of Forging laughed dryly, "God of Fun, you know I'm just greedy for this. I've been thinking about the Eternal Fire for thousands of years, so let me touch it first."
The God of Joy shook his head firmly, "That won't work. What if you go back on your word? Xiao Yuanzi, take the things back."
"Yeah."
Zhang Yuan rarely agreed with the God of Joy's idea, and directly took the Eternal Fire and the Myriad Black Gold back to the storage space.
The God of Forging looked at Zhang Yuan reluctantly, sighed, and then turned and walked into the depths of the palace, "Forget it, follow me."
The God of Joy winked at Zhang Yuan, leaned close to Zhang Yuan's ear, and whispered: "Remember, when your business is over, you will listen to me. I didn't ask you to take out the Eternal Fire and the Black Gold of All Aspects. No matter what the blacksmith says, don't take them out."
Hearing the words of the God of Joy, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but lower his voice and asked: "What do you want to do?"
"Hehe."
The God of Joy smiled cunningly, "The blacksmith is only interested in forging. As for who the things he forged belong to, we can work it out."
"I understand."
Zhang Yuan suddenly realized and immediately made an "OK" gesture to the God of Joy.
"What are you whispering about? Come here!"
The voice of the God of Forging came from the depths of the hall, and the God of Joy immediately said, "I'm coming!"
After responding, the God of Joy winked at Zhang Yuan again, "Go!"
"Yeah."
Zhang Yuan nodded, quickened his pace and walked to the depths of the hall, only to see the God of Forging standing in front of a huge forging table.
The God of Forging said to Zhang Yuan, "Go up and lie down."
"Me?" A trace of hesitation flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes, "Lie on the forging table?"
Are you going to treat him like iron?
The God of Forging: "You want me to destroy your artifact, I have to do a check, right?"
Zhang Yuan couldn't help but look at the God of Joy, who nodded and smiled, "It's okay, that forging table is also a blacksmith's workbench, don't worry, it's okay."
With the God of Joy endorsing the God of Forging, Zhang Yuan no longer hesitated and lay directly on the forging table.
"Boy, lie down and don't move, I'm going to start."
Perhaps because the God of Forging entered the working state, his temperament has changed greatly, and he has become extremely serious at this time.
His eyes lit up red, and he scanned Zhang Yuan's body, and then focused his eyes on Zhang Yuan's chest.
"Tsk tsk! Boy, you are really amazing... You have been injected with so much curse power by the cursed demon, but you can still jump around, it's a miracle."
In the vision of the God of Forging, a group of extremely dense black fog gathered in the heart of Zhang Yuan's chest. If the surging curse power in it was released, it would be enough to destroy a small or medium-sized country in an instant!
The God of Joy came up and asked the God of Forging, "Do you have a way to destroy the Heart of the Cursed King?"
"Do I have a way? God of Fun, look at what you are asking?"
The God of Forging smiled proudly, "Although the Cursed Demon God is higher than me, he is not even worthy of carrying my shoes when it comes to forging!"
"As long as it is equipment, there is nothing I can't handle! No matter how tough this Heart of the Cursed King is, I can destroy it!"
After saying that, the body of the God of Forging began to transform into a beast, and his body continued to expand, and finally turned into a wolf-like orc.
The already terrifying aura of the God of Forging became even more powerful at this moment.
Zhang Yuan, who was lying on the forging table, was also overwhelmed by the divine power of the God of Forging!
The True Face of the God of Forging
Zhang Yuan looked at the beast-like God of Forging with a shocked face, and said in surprise: "This is..."
The God of Forging smiled and said: "Boy, there is no need to be so surprised. This is my true face. It is not an easy task to destroy the artifact of the high-level demon god. Even for me, it will take some time."
As the God of Forging said, shackles suddenly appeared on the forging table, binding Zhang Yuan's limbs.
Then, the God of Forging took a huge awl from the workbench, put the tip against Zhang Yuan's chest, and raised a huge hammer with the other hand.
Zhang Yuan saw this, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "Wait, wait! You can't..."
The God of Forging smiled and said: "Boy, the process may be a little painful, you bear it."
Dang! ! !
The giant hammer fell, and the sharp awl pierced Zhang Yuan's heart, and a lot of dark blood spurted out.
An unbearable pain instantly spread throughout Zhang Yuan's body, almost causing him to faint.
However, before Zhang Yuan could catch his breath, the God of Forging struck him with another hammer, and a large amount of dark blood splashed onto his fur.Then it was evaporated by the blazing flames and turned into black gas and dissipated.
The God of Forging saw that Zhang Yuan did not even groan, and a trace of praise flashed in his eyes, "Good boy, you can actually endure this kind of pain. I thought you would scream out at the first blow."
At this time, Zhang Yuan was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still asked the question that he was most concerned about now, "I want to ask... After you smashed the Heart of the Cursed King, is my original heart still there?"
"At this time, you still have the energy to think about this question?"
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the God of Forging, and then he replied: "Don't worry, although the Heart of the Cursed King has merged with your heart, it is only equivalent to a layer of shell attached to the surface of your heart. With my clever skills, it will not hurt your heart."
After that, the God of Forging dropped another hammer heavily, directly hitting the spike with sparks.
Zhang Yuan vomited blood, "You, your skills... are really clever."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The God of Forging hammered down a few more times, and cracks appeared on the surface of the Cursed King's Heart.
After experiencing the extreme pain at the beginning, Zhang Yuan gradually became numb and accepted the rhythm and strength of the God of Forging's hammering.
This hammering lasted for a full three hours.
The black shell on the surface of Zhang Yuan's heart had been completely broken, but his heart was still entangled with a lot of cursed power.
"Huh, it's really a physical job."
The God of Forging picked all the fragments of the Cursed King's Heart out of Zhang Yuan's body and breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Yuan: "Is it over?"
"Over?"
The God of Forging laughed, "Do you think the curse of the Cursed Demon God is so easy to remove? This Cursed King's Heart is completely bound to you. Even if I separate it from you now, it will heal itself and enter your body again."
"If you want to destroy this artifact, there are still a series of tedious processes. In this process, in order to prevent the curse power outside your heart from re-condensing into a shell, the hole in your chest must be kept open."
"Knock off the outer shell of your heart, it's just the beginning..."
Hearing the words of the God of Forging, Zhang Yuan's face turned pale and asked in a trembling voice: "How long will it take?"
"Hmm..."
The God of Forging pondered for a moment, "Not long, more than ten days."
Zhang Yuan's eyes suddenly darkened.