Chapter 468 Forge (Part 1)

Salomon didn't like to talk to people when he opened the stigmata, so Wanda Maximoff had never seen the side of this mystic beyond ordinary people, and Salomon in front of Wanda was no different from ordinary people. He can say some not too vicious swear words, and has a sense of humor. He looks like all the well-educated young people under the age of 20 in the world. Even when he is in a dominant position, he doesn't have much condescending tone.

Unless it is in an extreme confrontational situation, few people can feel disgusted with him. After all, who can not like a young man who is good-looking and knows how to respect others at the same time?

For ordinary people, magic is beyond common sense, but for spellcasters, Salomon is the one that is even more difficult to understand. Of course, he himself doesn’t think so. He is someone who can wear a high-end suit and eat at roadside stalls. Cheap cold beer can be imported as much as tens of thousands of dollars of wine, and the charcoal-flavored barbecue in the crowded night market can fill his stomach as much as M9 steak.

Salomon never considered himself special, a talent that did not ennoble him.

To the mystics of Karma Taj, it should come as no surprise that the heir to the Supreme Sorcerer must have been gifted. But in the magical world outside of Karma Taj, Salomon's performance is extremely exaggerated. The stigmata always exist, which proves that he is not extraordinary. Salomon once discussed several issues with His Holiness: Is his essence his soul or the stigmata? Does the existence of the stigmata indicate the meaning of his existence?

Even His Holiness could not answer this question.

In other words, His Holiness knew but didn't want to answer.

It is a fact that he doesn't like talking to others when the stigmata is opened. When the power of the stigmata exceeds the material world, the power beyond common sense will appear. He didn't like that feeling very much, but he also needed the vast and complex knowledge brought by the stigmata, and he thought it was something he had to bear in order to achieve his goal. Sometimes even Salomon himself has to admit that the stigmata may be his essence, his soul. This conclusion disgusted him, but that didn't stop him from continuing to use the trait.

When talking with non-human subjects, Salomon readily opened the stigmata. Even if that power is beyond the physical, even if this non-human object is a friendly target.

The dwarves, Asgard's vassals, lived in the star field called Svartheim. With their superb technology, they bound a neutron star, Nidawi, and built the most famous forging factory in the Nine Realms around that neutron star. When Salomon came here, he immediately felt the scorching air that was enough to ignite his lungs rushing towards his face, like a heavy punch in the face.

Under the control of the star rings, the incandescent high-temperature light beams erupted from the stars heated the crucible like a group of volcanoes, and tens of thousands of small volcanoes illuminated the old and rusted pipes that had been used for more than ten thousand years. Pressure lines and steam make up the land, and clouds rising from pools of quenching water are bound by artificial gravity to the top of the forge that encircles the star.

This feeling is very wonderful, Salomon saw with his own eyes that the clouds created by the forging completed the whole process from thunderstorm to heavy rain in a few seconds. As the star rings rotated, new crucibles arrived, and the thick dark clouds of steam over the forge were driven away by the violent heat emitted by the molten metal. When the glaring red molten iron poured down like a waterfall, all the coolness and humidity disappeared in an instant. Heat swept across the steel dome and void, and the puddles accumulated on the steel floor and the water droplets hanging on the pressure gauge re-gasified into transparent water vapor in the blink of an eye.

Salomon could feel the vigorous vitality contained in this star ring from the pressure pipes under his feet, and the pipes that swallowed heat were like the blood vessels of this world. When the dwarves crafted weapons and treasures, the vibration of the hammer hitting the anvil was transmitted to him along the pipeline, and he felt the love and dedication of the dwarves for this skill gushing out with the high-pressure steam.

This is the first time he has come to this galaxy, and the previous hundred sets of armor were handed over in Asgard. It was the place where he first saw those armors being forged, where Thor's Hammer was born, where the Eternal Lance was forged, and where his armor would come to life.

"As evidenced by the ancient contract, I have come here to take my armor."

Even standing among the tall "dwarves", Salomon's voice can attract their attention without being amplified. After opening the stigmata, Salomon changed his appearance, especially after exceeding three stigmata, it was difficult for anyone to take their eyes off that almost perfect face. His outline, his voice, also became tall and magnificent with the opening of the stigmata, and the dwarves almost thought that Odin had come to this world again.

Here is a mighty warrior, born with that thought in the heart of every dwarf.

The reason why this group of ancient creatures are called "dwarves" is very likely that to the ancestor giant Ymir, these "dwarves" are really just some little ones. Even though the height of these dwarves has surpassed that of the Asa, this title has continued.

Ivadi, the dwarf blacksmith, lowered his head and found that the man was looking at him, and the hem of the crimson robe inlaid with gold was blown like a storm of violent high-pressure steam. The dwarven blacksmith was drawn to his eyes, their calm eyes reminding the dwarves of the legendary giants of their ancestors. Those eyes were tired from the burden of knowledge, his heavy and powerful voice overwhelmed the screams of various dials, and all the dwarves stopped their work, as if even the heart of this planet stopped beating with his voice.

There was no doubt that the perfect suit of armor was for him, and only such a man could be worthy of a suit of armor forged with the passion and ingenuity that all dwarves devote to it. Ivar, the dwarf blacksmith, bowed and paid respects to Salomon.

"As you wish, warrior."

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At the request of His Holiness, Salomon reluctantly put on the armor and acted as a humanoid armor shelf.

With a dissatisfied expression on his face, the Supreme Mage stretched out his fingers and tapped the armor. The sound made when the fingers tapped on the armor was very dull, like tapping on a space battleship. This is not surprising, because the armor has an astonishing thickness, which is quite different from the previous thin armor. If Hela, the goddess of death, tried to attack Salomon with her black sword again, she would find that her long sword could only leave inconspicuous scratches on the armor.

"I still like silver, gold doesn't look good at all."

Even though the dwarf craftsmen tried their best to reforge the armor, the base of this armor is still the old armor, and the Venerable still has the right to judge this armor. This armor has been re-enchanted and re-forged from Uru metal, and the magic of goblins and dwarves has made this thick armor even more indestructible. The armor was so perfect that His Holiness could only be picky about its color.

The dwarves completed the design on the blueprint submitted by Salomon, and they also made some expansion in this regard.

For example, the eagle on the shoulder armor has become a real gold carving, the eagle's eyes are inlaid with blood-red gemstones, and the spread golden wings form the shoulder armor inwardly, covering the side face of the wearer. The upper arm forearm and elbow armor are designed and forged in different ways, ensuring flexibility while ensuring protection. Gorgeous wing carvings are all over the armor, and the roaring portrait adds a solemn meaning to the armor.

It is hard to imagine how the tall "dwarves" carved such fine patterns on this armor, but Salomon was very satisfied with the efforts of the dwarves.

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