Chapter 310 Masterpiece (1)
First day.
Roman Dmitry faced an unexpected problem.
Hwareuk.
Roaring.
A fire that burns intensely.
In the process of melting iron for the first time, excessive heat caused deformation beyond melting.
was a variable.
There is a familiar system for the method of using an oven, but there was no middle ground in the fire of the fire.
When the fire was made weak, it did not deliver enough heat to the iron, but when the power was raised enough to melt the iron, a deformation occurred as shown now.
In addition, the reaction of iron to the fire was different from that of ordinary flames.
I’ve already scrapped steel several times for that reason.
The initial work is a very important factor, but not being able to control fire was a big problem that led directly to failure.
It was different from combat.
In fact, there was no reason to control the intensity of fire so meticulously when harming someone with murderous intent.
Even if the heat was weak, it was enough to burn something, and it didn’t matter if the opponent couldn’t handle it by raising it to the extreme.
The battle at Rascal was like that.
When tens of thousands of troops were driven into the flames of a fire, Roman Dmitry did not bother handling the fire delicately.
From starting a fire and burning down the building.
Didn’t the fire that got out of control play its role enough even if you didn’t watch it until the end?
It was a funny situation.
The uncontrolled flow of flame rather stimulated Roman Dmitri.
‘Even though I’m constrained, it doesn’t follow the control perfectly.’
Beneath the Endless Mountains.
Roman Dmitri faced the body of the fire horse.
The being seething with intense heat said that he and Roman Dmitri were bound by the mandate of heaven.
recent.
A whirlwind of fate swallowed Roman Dmitri.
It turned out that the being who was trying to conquer the continent was Alexander from the Middle Plain, and Saint Isabel, who was said to have received an oracle, asked for Roman Dmitri’s help.
In fact, it has always been a question.
He couldn’t understand why he was possessed as Roman Dmitri of the Salamander Continent, but in the vortex of fate, he thought that he might also be a puzzle.
Like the words of Hwama that it is bound by the mandate of Heaven. Due to someone’s intention, the existence of the heavenly demon, Baek Joong-hyeok, existed as Roman Dmitri.
Didn’t like it.
No matter what anyone’s intentions, Roman Dmitry will bring every situation under his feet.
“Wherever you go, hold on until the end.”
Hwareuk.
Roaring.
sparked a blaze of fire.
If you don’t follow the control, you’ll have to crush it and give it to you.
That’s it.
‘Divine Fire.’
It was the root of Baek Joong-hyeok, the heavenly demon.
* * *
The days when I lived as Baek Joong-hyeok.
Looking down at the magnificent view from the top of the mountain that seemed to reach the sky, I suddenly felt lonely as a human being.
‘What do I live for.’
Decades have already passed.
The child who said he would subjugate everyone at the bottom of life rose to the top at an early age.
From then on, the fighting spirit, which was the driving force of life, evaporated.
No master of Moorim could pass the position of Baek Joong-hyeok, and the deities with great reputations were decapitated with a single sword.
Years passed.
When about ten years had passed since he reached the peak, people did not consider Baek Joong-hyeok as an outsider and a human being.
sky above the sky.
The struggle was a human domain.
People blushed and fought with each other, but when Baek Joong-hyeok coughed, they bowed their heads to the floor and shivered.
Thousand and a half masters? Such fame was meaningless.
The fear of Baek Joong-hyeok, deeply ingrained in his bones, taught him not to dare even look up at the top of Moorim as long as he is alive.
Was it like that?
Baek Joong-hyeok studied martial arts.
He further developed the Heavenly Demon Singong and the Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship, and not only that, but also mastered the martial arts of other schools one after another.
some people said
There is no end to learning.
However, when a genius like Baek Joong-hyeok relieved his dull life through study, the learning that was said to be endless eventually came to an end.
It was natural that he had no opponents, and he began to lose even the reason to lead a life with nothing to accomplish.
It was a very boring life.
Seeing himself spending time reminiscing about the past, Baek Joong-hyeok thought it wouldn’t be bad to die like this.
if.
If immortality had been desired, it might have been possible.
There was a clue to immortality in the martial arts that Baek Jung-hyeok had mastered, but he naturally accepted the age of aging.
death is.
It was my last dream.
The reason why he even rejected Fable Deungseon was because he wanted to end his life as a human.
And now.
Hwareuk.
Rurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
A fire blazed.
Completely engulfed in the flames of the fire, Roman Dmitry looked genuinely amused.
‘Feel so good.’
new life.
new purpose.
I felt alive as a human being.
The power out of control stimulated Roman Dmitri’s planting, but he rather got pleasure in the process of subduing it.
It was a purpose that was not allowed in Baek Joong-hyeok’s life.
Barco Benedict Kronos Alexandre and so on.
While living as Roman Dmitri, enemies who threatened him appeared every time, but the fact that there was still room for struggle, far from being shaken by the fierce life, gave him the driving force of life.
Human beings are like that.
If there is no purpose in life, even if you hold the world in your hands, you will have no choice but to live feeling trapped in a small cage.
Caan-!
Sparks flew.
Strongly grasping the overflowing flames, he concentrated the flames that seemed to explode at any moment in one place.
From now on, it was a fight against the fire.
If this was not perfectly controlled, it was clear that the flames raised to their polarity would burn the inside of the workshop.
Chloride God.
manifested to an extreme.
The inner mana was seething and completely assimilated with the fire.
Hwareuk.
Rurrr rrr r r r r r r.
Head burning red.
If the dwarf brown rock had watched this scene, it would have said:
“Fire is a force that cannot be controlled by humans or anyone else. When God allowed the power of fire in the world, fire gave warm warmth to humans, but also showed its aspect as a disaster that burned the whole world. How could such a flame follow the control of a mere human being, not even a god? one year? ten years? a hundred years? Time doesn’t matter. Embrace the fire without trying to control it. The fire is such a force.”
out of control.
he asserted.
A long life as a dwarf.
The records remembered by history clearly stated that the flames of the fire were an area that humans could not handle.
however.
Hwareuk.
Roaring.
When only one day has passed.
The flames raging in Roman Dmitri’s grasp began to visibly calm down.
* * *
gave in.
caught up
The heat of the fire followed the will of Roman Dmitry.
‘You are mine.’
Encounter with the fire.
From then on, the relationship was already established.
The fiery horse that spoke the mandate of Heaven became the possession of Roman Dmitri, and from now on, it was completely under his control.
It wasn’t the ability of the Fire Goddess.
The experience of Baek Joong-hyeok, who reached the sky, strongly suppressed the flames of the fire.
As a result.
Chii-i-i-i-
Ik- I made my first sword while blowing smoke.
only a few days
It was faster than expected.
The sharp shiny sword proved that he was qualified as a master sword, but Roman Dmitri’s expression was not so satisfactory.
It was the result of the process of controlling fire.
When the first sword was completed, it possessed more advanced technology than before.
‘again.’
I put my sword to one side.
Then.
resumed work.
Caang!
Caang! Caang!
The fire was over.
From the time the flames followed the control, Roman Dmitri learned a completely different skill than before.
It was different from the method of using the flames of an oven.
If the previous method was to tap the steel by accepting the heat of the furnace, the use of the flames of the furnace allowed the delicate control of the internal and external temperature of the steel.
sometimes weakly.
sometimes strong.
experimented in various ways.
Exactly what temperature produced the best quality was identified.
The pace of work was fast.
After escaping human limitations, he quickly completed the desired shape without spending a long time.
like that.
Finished the second sword.
Since the first sword was already completed, it was at a level that far surpassed the previous Darkness.
‘Not enough.’
I shook my head.
It was still.
The technique of handling the fire was not perfect, so the result could not be said to be perfect either.
Roman Dmitry fell into a trance.
Enveloped in fire, he pounded the steel frantically and completely forgot the concept of time, even though it had already been ten days since he had been on an empty stomach.
Basic human needs were not important.
The existence of Roman Dmitry. The existence of Baek Joong-hyeok was a person who lived by achieving something.
Caan-!
My muscles twitched.
In a series of processes, the shape of the muscles also changed to suit the work.
Totally engrossed.
When Roman Dmitry finally finished the third sword.
Looking at the sword engulfed in flames, I gained a strong conviction.
‘Now the preparations are over.’
You have completely tamed the fire horse.
I don’t know how much longer it will take.
but.
From now on, it was his turn to realize the purpose of entering the workshop.
* * *
It was then.
The situation Felix confirmed unfolded.
The inside of the workshop was completely on fire, but miraculously, the fire did not burn the workshop.
It was an astonishing control.
Roman Dmitri perfectly controlled the flames and delivered heat to the steel at the timing he intended.
Caang!
Kaang Kaang!
once.
twice.
three times four times.
piled up repeatedly.
Time passed as much as the tenacity piled up, and the month that Roman Dmitri planned had passed.
But I couldn’t stop working.
Because I know that the way I am doing it is the right thing. While checking the finished product at his fingertips, Roman Dmitri was completely immersed in the work.
at last.
More than 15 days have passed since the scheduled time.
And finally.
Took.
Silence settled in the workshop.
* * *
An inn in Dmitry.
The Valentino family knight said in a cautious voice.
“… Why don’t you go back to Kairos? It’s already full moon. You have spent far too long here, leaving the little things of your family behind. The Valentino family needs a lord right now. Things piled up like a mountain are waiting for the lord’s approval.”
“No, I can’t go back.”
It was adamant.
As the knight said, there were many things to deal with, but the Marquis Valentino had a dream that was more important than money.
“I have been looking forward to this moment. When I first checked Roman Dmitri’s sword, as a collector, I vowed to collect this person’s collection. After a long wait, Roman Dmitri finally entered the workshop. But if you leave now. Really, if someone appears who wins the sword before me, I might fall into a great sense of loss.”
“Still, this is not it. Suddenly, while he stopped drinking, his complexion visibly deteriorated.”
Valentino was a drinker.
Like collecting swords, enjoying famous wine was also his hobby.
The Marquis Valentino felt a burning thirst, but spoke out his strong convictions with unwavering eyes.
“I don’t know when the holy moment of checking Roman Dmitri’s sword will come, but being drunk and not being able to fully enjoy the pleasure is a betrayal of me. I will never drink alcohol until I get the sword from Roman Dmitri. When you finally get your sword. I will enjoy the moment with the wine I saved at the time, gazing at the glorious display with Blaze.”
Moment.
Was it an illusion that the knight let out a sigh?
The godfather Valentino was a really great person, but at times like this, he looked like an immature child.
There was no way.
The stubbornness that has already waited for 15 days.
No, how do you break the stubbornness of a person called a greedy collector?
It was then.
The inn door burst open and another knight appeared.
“My lord! Roman Dmitri finally came out of the workshop… .”
before the words are finished.
Udangtang!
“Take me to Castle Dmitri immediately!”
Marquis Valentino kicked off her chair and hurriedly walked out of the inn.
