Chapter 897 Forging Begins

At this moment, Leon no longer cared about the mutterings of the three-generation old man.

Feeling the dead and cold, yet inexplicably familiar aura emanating from Emma, Leon couldn't help but be stunned.

After realizing the changes in herself, Emma's expression couldn't help but show a little confusion. Then she subconsciously raised her head and cast a slightly helpless look at Leon.

"I am..."

"You're doing good things! Very good things!"

Before Leon could answer, the old man from the third generation behind him spoke first, gave a thumbs up and praised in amazement:
"Although your taste in choosing men is a bit poor, your talent in the power of death is really high, and your understanding of death is obviously different from that of ordinary people! Hmm... let me take a look."

He reached into his bosom and took out a pair of dirty reading glasses. After putting them on, the third-generation director scratched the back of his head, which was slightly bald, and said without any surprise:

"Your bloodline has a connection with death. You were born with several fragments of the power of death. If we count your ancestors, there should have been at least eight or nine great witch-level psychics, and they all passed down the fragments of the power to you."

"A psychic at the level of a great wizard?"

"He is a human psychic who has gained some understanding of the corresponding powers through years of practicing the secret techniques of the Great Court."

After glancing back at Leon who looked surprised, the third-generation old man explained:

“Although those great mediums are seriously below the standard in terms of power, with only 20 to 30 Lyon points, they have been practicing the secret techniques of the Great Court for many years, so their understanding of power is not bad, and they can basically cross the threshold of true gods.

People like them who have touched the threshold of true gods in terms of power are similar to the situation of the Thirteenth Royal Family. They can pass on part of the power fragments they control to their descendants through their bloodline."

After explaining the bloodline issue, the third-generation old man turned around and looked at Emma again, then nodded and said with a look of understanding:
"Besides your extraordinary talent, your acquired experience... well... basically you have been accompanied by death the entire time, without a single moment of escape.

Not only was you targeted by the Lord of the Dead Realm very early on, giving birth to a child who could naturally transcend life and death, but you also witnessed and experienced a large number of deaths later on, and even the abnormalities that awakened were related to death, and you often died and came back to life at any time... With so many things accumulated, you really should have some experience."

"Mr. Sandai!"

Fearing that the third-generation old man's words would touch upon Senior Emma's overly painful experiences, Leon quickly spoke:

"Senior Emma, you won't be in any danger now, right?"

"What danger could she be in?"

The old man of the third generation couldn't help but sneered when he heard this:

"Don't worry, I've said it before, this is a good thing.

We humans are basically unable to transcend death. Even someone as strong as me has to die, and generally we only experience death once in our lifetime. Therefore, there are very few people who can comprehend the power of death, and those psychics only grasp fragments of death.

However, the power of death itself is "great" enough. Even if one only comprehends one tenth or twentyth of it, it is enough to support a true god-level ruler of the death world. And her current situation is equivalent to a living ruler of the death world.

With the potential she has shown, when she dies one day, if you can kill another Overlord of the Dead Realm and make the position vacant, she can almost take over directly."

Senior Emma... became the master of the dead world? After exchanging a complicated look with Emma, Leon was about to continue asking questions when he heard a sharp creaking sound of metal deformation coming from the iron pot behind him.

"Ouch! My pot!"

Seeing the men and women falling out of the hanging pot like dumplings after it was overturned, the third-generation director could not help stamping his feet and hurried back, shouting with a distressed look on his face:

"What are you crowding for? Will you die if you come out one by one? My pot is about to burst!"

"I'm sorry, Third Generation-sama."

After straightening his messy robe, he found a lot of yellow mud on his temples. He looked at the rather embarrassed Sagittarius Director and stood up to explain:

“Even though the Gate of the Dead has been occupied by Leon, the Dead World is after all the territory of the Lords of the Dead World. It is not easy to bring so many people in without alerting them. We can only sneak through the mirror world passage opened by Leon…”

"Alright, alright, how you got in here is none of my business."

The third-generation old man interrupted Director Sagittarius's explanation somewhat rudely, and looked at Director Taurus who stood up with the help of the tombstone, and said impatiently:
"Where's the stuff? Hurry up! Take it out and let me take a look! Your skills are not good enough, don't ruin the materials I gave you!"

I knew this would be the sentence...

After hearing the rather impolite comments from the third-generation old man, the usually amiable Taurus Director couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, then raised his hand and threw a small bag embroidered with lotus leaves over, and then patiently admonished:
"Third generation, I have already done all the preliminary processing. There is nothing to pay attention to for other materials, except for that pillar god. Compared with other true gods, it..."

"Its fluctuations are more special. No matter how you suppress it, it cannot match other materials. So it must be processed separately, either as a 'base' or as an 'embellishment'... If you can understand it, how can I not know it?"

"..."

"Okay, no need to talk nonsense like this, just leave the rest to me!"

Reaching out and untying the drawstring of the small bag, he took a look at the forty neatly arranged corpses of true gods inside. The third-generation old man smiled so hard that his teeth were bared, and said with an extremely happy face:
"The materials are OK. I'll start now. The others can just watch from the sidelines...except you!"

When he said this, the third-generation old man seemed to remember something. He quickly tied the bag again and hid it in his arms. Then he turned his head to look at Leon behind him, and pointed into the distance with a vigilant look on his face.

"Stand far away! Better stand behind the tree! Don't come near my pot!"

"..."

Looking at the third-generation old man's expression as if he was guarding against thieves, Leon's mouth twitched slightly.

You old... Director, I was the one who got those dozens of True Gods, and yet you treat me like this?
"Go, go, go quickly!"

Seeing that Leon was standing there and didn't seem to want to move, the third-generation old man couldn't help but take a half step back, as if he was afraid of being stained by something dirty, and said nervously again:

"You learned that secret technique... Anyway, I feel uneasy when you are around! My secret method of forging requires full concentration, and if you get too close, it will easily affect my performance!"

(End of this chapter)

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