My Doomsday Simulator Game

Gilad was still rushing to catch up on the progress, while Su Hong was just watching the progress bar silently, waiting patiently for the reading to end.

If it were a normal competition of forging skills, it would be too easy for Gilad to defeat him.

With the protection of an unknown descendant of the Sun King, Gilad's soul is immortal and his will is immortal, and he has lived for too long.

For such a long time, even he, a famous craftsman, could hardly imagine what level a famous craftsman could achieve even if he devoted one thousandth of his time to studying forging.

Among the ranks of craftsmen, Gilad is the pinnacle of famous craftsmen, a being that all famous craftsmen must look up to. Only with the help of simulation games can he win.

If it were normal, he would really want to have a good competition with Gilad, the legendary craftsman, but unfortunately, all he can think about right now is the drawings of famous artifacts that Gilad mentioned.

The long river of fire flows and rotates in the air, and the fireworks scorch and drown the ore metal like a wave.

The red-hot metal was put down on the anvil by the shadow, and the giant hammer struck, the debris fell, and sparks flew out. Under the heavy forging of hammer after hammer, the metal deformed and compressed, and the outline of the breastplate gradually appeared.

All this happened in just a few minutes, as if time had been compressed together. Gilad, who was watching the hammer swing, felt the numbness of his scalp that only a living person could feel.

Holly was secretly excited, "Hahaha, this is fun, this is fun."

Haisa was also completely attracted, stopped thinking, and stared at Su Hong.

The light of the flames illuminated the dark hall, and also burned Su Hong's knight armor bright red. He stood in the center of the flames, like a king who was born to control flames and metals.

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Half an hour passed in a hurry, and the overall shape of the armor could be vaguely seen on the armor stand behind Su Hong, leaving only the last bit of polishing.

Gilad stood in front of the iron felt, unable to swing the hammer, declaring Su Hong's victory in disguise.

In fact, Su Hong also hoped that the forging could continue smoothly until he heard an abnormal sound from metal.

"Forging failed."

Ding... The gauntlet he hammered cracked a line, then spread to both sides, and cracked with a click.

When the reading ended, the flames retreated, the shadows dissipated, and Su Hong also retreated from this magical state.

"What a pity."

Su Hong secretly thought and prepared to take out the second set of materials.

Gilad on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you almost successful?"

"Yeah, but just a little bit."

Gilad swung the hammer and asked: "The only thing missing is an arm armor, just re-forge it, there is no need to re-forge it."

Su Hong shrugged helplessly. It was indeed as Gilad said, it was just that the arm armor was cracked and he had to reforge it.

Unfortunately, simulation games are quite rigid and can only be built from scratch using blueprints. Independent forging is impossible.

Furthermore, he might not be able to forge the gauntlets as fast as he could forge a pair of armors in the game, so it would be more worry-free to have the forging done on a managed basis.

"Discovered the 'Forging Blueprint' of the Templar Armor. Whether to forge it or not."

Su Hong muttered silently, and the fire that had been extinguished ignited again, and the shadows and flames spread and climbed, once again staging an intertwined dance of light and darkness.

Facing the cheating Su Hong, Gilad had no intention of competing. He had already implicitly accepted that the short human in front of him was the winner of this competition.

The huge beast couldn't help but sigh, "I actually lost to a young human. Sure enough, my father was right. I am the least talented in the forging process."

Su Hong's brows jumped after hearing this. He forged the metal and even had the thought to respond to Gilad, "Mr. Gilad, you are the best blacksmith in the kingdom. If you are not talented, then who is. "

"Hahaha." Gilad laughed after hearing this, "Knight, you are wrong, I am indeed the least talented."

"Maybe you don't know, but I came from that era when gods and kings coexisted. It's been so long, and I'm still stuck in the ranks of famous craftsmen. I'm afraid that I might make people laugh if I say it."

"The blacksmiths of my generation are either over fifty or only in their twenties. Compared with me, who has a long lifespan, they are geniuses among geniuses."

"I thought I could bluff you this time, but I didn't expect that you taught me a lesson."

Su Hong's mind was moved and he asked curiously: "What was it like in that era?"

The ghost maid moved a chair, and Gilad sat down, recalling: "It was a glorious era, when the goddess and her descendants were in charge of the plains of heaven, and the kings fought in all directions and sat side by side with the gods."

"My father is a priest among the ancient beasts and the most devout person who serves the Eternal Family."

"It's a pity that my qualifications are dull and I am not good at learning anything, so my life span is longer."

"Later I left the King's City of God and traveled around, passing through various kingdoms, and my knowledge increased a lot."

"I heard that there was a strong man in the Southern Plains who defeated the Red Dragon King and became the new Flame King. I curiously followed the businessman to the south. Later I found out that that king was the future Sun King."

"At that time, the door to the world was not as closed as it is now. By chance, I entered the Kingdom of the Sun, which was still just a barbaric land, through a caravan marching through the plains. I met a group of blacksmiths and started to work in a daze. Create your own forging path.”

Su Hong pondered, "What was the god from ancient times like? Is it similar to the one from the cult?"

Gilad sneered, "Of course not. Alonso is just a clown who steals divine power and calls himself a god, but he knows what he is."

"As early as in ancient times, the real gods had disappeared, and the remaining demigods were just the descendants of the goddess."

"It was also because of this inexplicable disappearance that led to the subsequent war of kings, and the Heavenly Plains has since declined."

Speaking of this, Girard sighed, "I originally thought that the war at that time was already very bad, but I didn't expect that the current situation would be worse than before."

Su Hong thought and asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, "What is the relationship between my world and the Heavenly Plains? Without the interference of disasters, we have even developed another kind of power."

Girard shook his head, "I don't know, maybe your world is outside the Heavenly Plains, or it may be an undiscovered remote kingdom, or what we are experiencing now is just a dream, a dream of a god, who knows."

"Young man, exploring the unknown of the world is a good thing, but now is obviously not the time. Alonso will not let you go easily. This is his mission and the meaning of his existence."

"What do you mean?" Su Hong felt that Girard had something to say.