Return from the second dimension

In a society with low productivity, metal objects are hard to come by and have high value.

In many cases, the amount of metal objects you own directly represents the gap between rich and poor.

The same is true for Demon Eater City, where ordinary people don't have many iron tools, and most of the metal resources are in the hands of the government.

Especially during the war, the control of metals became stricter.

All the metal reserves in the Demon Eater City have been sent to the forge to make city defense weapons such as armor-piercing arrows.

The blacksmith did not disappoint, but in three days, 10,000 piercing arrows had been built.

The few iron ingots in stock were exhausted, so after hearing the blacksmith's request, everyone felt very embarrassed.

"How about donating the ironware of the house, as well as various gold, silver and bronze wares, to be used by the master ghostsmith?"

Someone made a suggestion, which was immediately echoed by everyone.

The Demon Eater City was in distress, surrounded by demons, and no one knew what happened after the city was broken.

Guarding the Demon Eater City and protecting one's own family is something that every resident must participate in.

In this special situation, you must not think too much about personal gains and losses, but focus on the overall situation.

It didn't take long for the people of the city to get news that the master ghostsmith was preparing to build a defense weapon, but lacked enough metal.

Therefore, the support of the people in the city is needed, and the donation of metal utensils that are not in use at home is a contribution to the protection of the Demon Eater City.

The people in the city responded positively to this matter.

All kinds of metal utensils were constantly being found out, and when the street patrol warrior drove by, they would pile up on the long carriage.

"Thank you, thank you folks and fathers!"

The martial artist who used to be full of majesty on the street, at this moment, is constantly holding his fists to thank the people, obviously moved by the sight in front of him.

Although I am a small citizen, I usually complain, but when the crisis comes, I often understand the righteousness best.

Cars driven by giant bulls shuttled through the streets of Demon Eater City, filled with various metal utensils, and then transported back to the street where the blacksmith shop was located.

The blacksmith stood at the door, silently watching the scene before him, there seemed to be flames flashing in his eye sockets.

"Yeah, these people in the Demon Eater City are really impressive, far more sensible than the scumbags I met back then."

Liu Qing said in a faint tone, and then looked at the blacksmith with a bright smile on his lips.

"The people in the city are helping you in this way, so I can't be left behind. I must also help you find iron.

About 30 feet underground in the city, there is a large tomb of unknown age, probably a prince of a certain dynasty.

The iron men and iron horses in the tomb are arranged in a large number, and there is a ghost king living inside.

That guy is very low-key, I have stayed in the city for so long, and he has never taken the initiative to show up.

Today, the old lady ran there to discuss with the ghost king, and borrow the funeral items to use it."

As soon as Liu Qing finished speaking, he turned and left.

"How strong is the ghost king, do you want me to help?"

The blacksmith turned his head and asked Liu Qing, his eyes also flashing warfare.

He has been promoted to Ghost King, and Liu Qing is secretly shocked by his strength.

His own strength is not weak, and if he cooperates with the superb fire control technique, the ordinary ghost king is not an opponent at all.

The only thing he lacks, perhaps is combat experience.

"Don't worry, if it was in the past, I might still be afraid of it three points.

But now that he holds a skeleton hammer in his hand and is wearing a battle armor rewarded by his master, if the ghost king dared not be obedient, I would beat it to kneel and call his mother!"

Obviously, his face is beautiful and pretty, but his words made the seven-foot man embarrassed.

There was a monk from the Zhenfusi next to him. After hearing Liu Qing's words, his face immediately showed a strange expression.

"Little guy, do you think I'm bragging?"

Liu Qing blinked, looked at the young cultivator of Zhenfu, and asked in a mild tone.

On the young monk's forehead, cold sweat immediately rolled down, his face full of expressions of being wronged.

"Auntie, I have never thought of that. Your old man absolutely misunderstood."

"Oh, what does your expression just now mean?"

"I...I was just thinking, the way the ghost king calls you a mother..."

Liu Qing was taken aback when he heard the words, and suddenly laughed.

"The little guy is interesting, I like it very much.

This is the heart armor piece of the Bailin Demon King. If I don't need it, I will give it to you as a gift!"

While speaking, he threw an object directly and fell into the arms of the monk.

In the next instant, Liu Qing had disappeared without a trace.

The young monk looked at the objects in his arms and found the smell of fishy and blood exuding. He didn't know what to do for a while.

"This is a good thing. I'll help you refine it later. It can help you withstand a deadly attack."

The blacksmith's voice sounded, still not salty or weak.

The young monk of the Zhenfusi heard this, his face was full of joy, and he quickly thanked the blacksmith.

"Don't thank me, everyone is doing their part to protect the Demon Eater City."

At the time of the conversation, the people on the street were already busy, throwing all kinds of metals into the furnace.

The blacksmith personally directs and makes the molds for casting, meticulous in the whole process.

The drawings Tang Zhen provided to the blacksmith were actually a special kind of artillery, which was specially built by Tang Zhen based on the blacksmith's abilities.

The name is also very simple, it is called Tumo Artillery.

Through the special artillery, the cannonballs made by the blacksmith are fired out, thereby causing damage to the monsters.

It sounds simple, but if you put it in the eyes of experts, you know how difficult it is.

Aside from other things, no one in this world can understand just the rune array on the Demon Slayer Artillery.

The blacksmith also had a little knowledge, but he knew very well in his heart that what Tang Zhen gave was definitely not wrong.

After everyone was busy, the mold was finally completed. After the artillery was cast, it would be quenched and polished by the blacksmith himself.

After instructing everyone to follow a similar method to make a large number of molds, the blacksmith returned to the shop.

After entering, he saw Tang Zhen standing by the table, what seemed to be painting?

"If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me at any time."

At this moment, the blacksmith saw the content of Tang Zhen's painting. It was a golden bridge running through the sky with many powerful figures looming.

In addition, on the golden bridge, there were all kinds of runes, and the blacksmith was dizzy with just a glance.

At this time, Tang Zhen suddenly started writing, and at the bottom of the piece of paper, he wrote the word "Bu".

The blacksmith still couldn't understand, but there was a feeling that this word seemed to provide insight into the secret.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled noise, and the whole paper instantly turned into particles, dissipating like smoke.

"Still not working!"

Tang Zhen said in a sighing tone, shook his head and returned to the yard and sat under the old tree.

The blacksmith recalled the rune he had just seen, and suddenly felt dizzy, as if his body was about to burst.

While shocked, he quickly cleared all the memories in his mind, and never dared to think about it.

When he arrived at the blacksmith's furnace, the blacksmith picked up the drawing Tang Zhen had given him earlier, and looked at it again with full attention.

Then he picked up the hammer, and beat them continuously amid the screams of the enemy.