1novels Chapter 119 Fragment of God-Level Weapon Forging Technique
Chapter 119 Fragment of God-Level Weapon Forging Technique
The insect swarm has receded.
It wasn't because they were afraid; it was because they were all killed. At least, the hundreds of thousands outside the city walls were all wiped out.
A few scattered insects remained on the distant plains, but they posed no threat.
The thousands of soldiers in Haicheng stood still, their weapons still in their hands.
Although they wanted to kill the insects together, they never had a chance to do so.
They looked at the person hovering in mid-air, clad in silver-white armor and with wings on his back.
The seventy-two throwing knives hovered around him like stars.
The swarm of insects stretched from the city walls all the way to the distant horizon, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
After this person arrived, less than an hour later, more than half of the insect swarm was wiped out, and the rest all fled.
Thousands of warriors in Haicheng fought desperately for a day and a night, but they couldn't stop the insect swarm.
The insect swarm was decimated in less than an hour after this person arrived.
"One man wiped out the entire insect swarm," a young soldier muttered to himself, his voice sounding like he was talking in his sleep.
He served in the army for three years, fought against strange beasts for three years, and met many powerful people.
He had never seen anyone like this before.
One person repelled a swarm of hundreds of thousands of insects.
Those throwing knives seemed to be alive; they could teleport, devour, and kill insects as easily as harvesting wheat.
"He's only at level five..." another veteran said.
He was a second-tier martial artist who had lived for over forty years and had seen many experts.
But he had never seen such a terrifying fifth-tier opponent.
Those sixth-tier insect kings couldn't even withstand a single move from this fifth-tier youth.
"Our city lord is also a fifth-tier psychic. Yet City Lord Xiong couldn't even break through the defense of a sixth-tier insect king," someone chimed in.
"Yes, they're both at the fifth rank, so why is there such a big difference?"
No one can answer this question.
From now on, the answers lie with Ye Feng.
In this era, the strong are respected and admired.
If you can kill alien beasts and protect humanity, you are a hero.
The thousands of warriors in Haicheng looked at Ye Feng with awe and admiration in their eyes.
It is the weak's awe of the strong.
It is the gratitude of the saved to the rescuer.
Cheng Daxiong has woken up.
A sixth-level martial artist has abundant blood and qi, and an amazing ability to recover. Just now, he was covered in blood and on the verge of death.
She can sit up now.
He leaned against the city wall, his single eye fixed on the silvery-white figure in the sky, his gaze filled with complex emotions.
"Old Bear." His voice was a little hoarse as he turned to look at Xiong Chumo.
"The person I was talking about in Jiangcheng, this is him! His name is Ye Feng!"
He was already shocked once when he watched the live replay.
But after witnessing Ye Feng's actions firsthand, he realized that he had underestimated him.
Ye Feng is very strong in the live stream.
But live streaming is two-dimensional; it lacks atmosphere, oppression, and the deadly threat of those flying knives.
Seeing it with my own eyes, it's a completely different story.
Cheng Daxiong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He recalled how he had been besieged by five sixth-tier insect kings and thought he was doomed.
Then a silver light flew in, and all five insect kings died at the same time.
"Commander Cheng." Ye Feng landed in the air and walked up to Cheng Daxiong. "How are your injuries?"
"I won't die." Cheng Daxiong grinned, revealing his teeth stained red with blood.
"Ye Feng, I will remember your life-saving grace."
Ye Feng waved his hand: "We're all fellow human beings, it's only right."
He was thinking to himself that he had earned a million kill points this time.
Where else can you find such a good thing?
Cheng Daxiong stared at Ye Feng for a long while.
This person is young and incredibly strong, yet he is neither arrogant nor impatient. He speaks and acts with tact and doesn't exhibit the arrogance and disdain often seen in geniuses.
There are too few people like that.
"This child will surely become a pillar of our Great Xia!"
At this time.
Xiong Chumo also walked up to Ye Feng and clasped his hands in a salute.
"Ye Feng, City Lord Xiong Chumo of Haicheng, thank you for your help. The entire city of Haicheng is deeply grateful."
Ye Feng returned the greeting.
"Lord Xiong, you're too kind. What's the origin of these insects? When I killed them, I found they were quite different from ordinary beasts."
"Ordinary beasts feel fear and retreat, but these insects do not. They charge forward, relentlessly, until they die."
Xiong Chumo's face darkened.
He turned to look at the distant plain, where the corpses of insects lay scattered, gleaming eerily in the sunlight.
The insects were dead, but their bodies did not rot; the patterns on their carapaces were still faintly glowing.
"These insects suddenly appeared more than ten days ago."
Xiong Chumo spoke slowly, but his expression was not very natural, showing a hint of unease and lingering fear.
"They attack alien beasts, and they also attack humans. It seems that all non-insect creatures are their enemies."
"At first there were only a few thousand, and Commander Cheng and I didn't take it seriously. We led troops out to suppress them a few times and killed quite a few."
"But after we kill one batch, another batch comes, and they are becoming more and more numerous and stronger."
As he spoke, he revealed a look of fear, and his voice became louder.
"It took less than half a month to go from several thousand to tens of thousands, from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and from hundreds of thousands to hundreds of thousands."
"If Lord Ye hadn't come to our rescue today, Haicheng would probably have been destroyed!"
"Have you found the source?" Ye Feng asked with a surprised expression.
"Such a large number of insects must have a huge nest."
Cheng Daxiong shook his head: "Old Xiong and I tried to search, going hundreds of miles in the direction the insect swarm came from, but we found nothing."
"Those insects seemed to emerge from the ground; they had no nests, no queen, and none of the things we would expect from an insectoid species. They just kept appearing and swarming in, impossible to kill or drive away."
"We suspect they escaped from a spatial rift. But the rift has been concealed by some unknown means."
Xiong Chumo sighed, his voice filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.
"If only I could break through to the sixth-tier psychic master. Then I could forge a magical artifact—the Eye of Exploration."
"It can see through all illusions and will surely be able to trace the source of these insects. It's a pity that I've been stuck at the peak of the fifth rank for over a decade and still can't break through."
Ye Feng's ears perked up when he heard the words "psychic power master" and "weapon refiner".
"Lord Xiong, you said that psychic magic users can also forge weapons?"
Xiong Chumo looked at Ye Feng with some surprise.
"You don't know? Aren't you a psychic? Your use of psychic powers is far superior to mine. You haven't studied weapon crafting?"
"I've never learned any techniques in this area. I don't know where to begin."
Xiong Chumo shook his head.
In his view, it was a waste that a psychic master of Ye Feng's caliber had never learned weapon crafting.
He pulled a thin booklet from his pocket. The cover of the booklet was yellowed and the corners were curled up, making it look quite old.
"Here, take this." He handed over the booklet.
"This is no secret. Any spiritualist who has studied at the Taoist academy has learned this technique."
"They are all fragments, and it's not that the Taoist academy is keeping them for itself. They don't have the complete version either."
"It is said that this weapon-refining technique was discovered in the ruins of an ancient powerful being. Unfortunately, it is already incomplete!"
"You are also a psychic, and a direct admission student to the academy. You are qualified to learn."
Ye Feng took the booklet and glanced down at the cover.
"Three Hundred Chapters on Weapon Forging".
The paper is old, yellowed and brittle, and the writing in some places is already blurred.
He randomly flipped to a page; the text was obscure and difficult to understand, accompanied by some strange array diagrams.
He didn't quite understand it.
But just then...
A system notification sounded.
[Ding! Fragment of the Three Hundred Ancient Manuals on Weapon Forging has been discovered. Would you like to add it?]
"Included".
[Ding! Successfully included!]
[The Three Hundred Ancient Manuals of Weapon Forging (Fragment): A fragmentary work inherited from the ancient weapon-forging era, recording the methods for forging three hundred kinds of spiritual weapons. Due to its antiquity, much of the content is missing, and its completeness is less than 30%.]
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