A kind of huge commotion ca from the depths; Luo Di was already prepared at the door.
However... ding!
A loud noise ca, as if that thing was chained, and its breath halted on a lower level.
After waiting for a mont,
the sound of forging continued, as if it returned to its usual working state, even in death, still working day and night.
Luo Di no longer hesitated and stepped into the tomb.
This place was vastly different from the Skinless ones' tomb, with no covering of any material, quite clean.
The ancient technology existing in the tomb quickly identified Luo Di's identity, and related information was transmitted.
≮You have entered the tomb of Mad Blacksmith Zoltan≯
≮Zoltan was initially just a Pseudo-God, affected by the malevolence of the Gods, continually influencing his forging determination. When the tal resources of his world were exhausted, he began forging living beings, extracting iron elents from blood, until he turned almost the entire world into his furnace.
Later, he was suppressed and captured alive by a dispatched prison guard, and imprisoned in Dungeon 73.
During imprisonnt, Zoltan still exhibited a strong desire to forge, as if he lived just for forging; even the growth of malice only made him obsessed with extre forging.
Considering his special situation,
the dungeon chief allowed him to conduct personal forging.
In a short period, the prison guards in the dungeon unexpectedly received a series of brand-new equipnt, better than the treasures they brought from their respective worlds.
This matter gradually fernted, and many neighboring guards ca to have equipnt forged for free, even bringing many precious materials.
The matter grew larger, reaching the ears of the Prison Director.
Rarely, he descended in person to this lowest level dungeon, to watch Zoltan's forging process firsthand.
Afterward, the Prison Director erased Zoltan's prisoner status and took him to the Ancient Country Carcerem.
Chaining Zoltan's legs, imprisoning him in a blacksmith shop.
Ti passed,
Zoltan's skills continually grew, and even his Divine Status was enriched in the process, reaching the Middle Rank, and the weapons he forged were recognized by the high-level prison guards.
Seeing the timing was right, the Prison Director then took Zoltan to the Central Prison.
He gave him the best blacksmith shop, allowing any form of raw material to be chosen at will, with only one condition. He hoped he could forge weapons capable of threatening or even killing death row inmates, any death row inmate could do.
Initially, everything went very smoothly,
although it took a long ti, Zoltan still produced three targeted weapons.
However, when he continued forging a weapon targeting a specific death row inmate, an issue arose. Clearly, he only understood the inmate through processed vague text, yet Zoltan could not forge weapons no matter what.
Unable to forge,
for Zoltan, this was more painful than torture, eventually, he forged a device capable of killing himself, and committed suicide in the blacksmith shop.
Strangely, such a significant event was unnoticed by the Prison Director, and even all the monitoring related to Zoltan's madness and suicide malfunctioned.
Additionally, a kind of red substance was found within the deceased Zoltan's body.
The Prison Director decisively sealed the corpse, burying it here, shackled.
Due to the ferntation of malice, Zoltan has already awakened from madness, and that red matter which caused his suicide might still remain within, so be very careful.≯
Luo Di heard such a long piece of informational introduction for the first ti,
never expecting such a pure prisoner, who ascended from a dungeon to the side of the Prison Director.
"Involving a certain death row inmate directly led to his madness and rapid death, with the entire process happening under the Prison Director's nose?
Is it related to the pregnant woman ntioned by the Moon God?
Red..."
Luo Di suddenly recalled a strange dream he had when escaping Earth, in which so kind of red substance descended upon Earth, causing instantaneous collective madness and worship among all humanity.
"If this blacksmith still carries the 'red' within him, I must be extra cautious.
However, since the Skinless guided here, the issue shouldn't be too severe.
If death row inmates could find it, the Tomb of the Gods would have long been destroyed."
Luo Di stepped forward with the lightest steps possible, heading deeper in.
Clang clang clang!
The farther down he went, the clearer the sound of forging beca, and the Black Spine gin on Luo Di's back grew more tense, as if approaching his natural enemy.
In this situation, the effect of the black knife would be greatly diminished.
Strangely, there was no heat emanating from below, none of the expected high temperatures belonging to a blacksmith.
Ding!
Upon nearing the deepest level, the loud pounding made Luo Di uncomfortable, with blood flowing from both ear canals.
He stood outside the main burial chamber.
Before his eyes,
a thin, disheveled giant, pounding tal materials. He had no tools, raising his fist high, pounding again and again on the tal surface.
That was his coffin, a custom-made coffin crafted by the Prison Director personally for him, now hamred into a solid block of tal.
Chains bearing the Prison Director's Mark were connected at his legs, restricting his movent,
The Giant towered nearly a hundred ters tall, sowhat resembling the Butchers Luo Di had encountered deep in Hell, yet fundantally different.
Because his back was to the door, his face was obscured, and his front structure was not visible.
Perhaps catching the scent of the living,
Zoltan slowly turned his body; his front was in a bizarre "open state."
Ribs protruding outward, chest open, completely exposing the decayed internal structure brought on by death. Dozens of ters long, the ribs grew outwards like fangs, seeming to radiate hostility towards everything.
His face was similarly open, the skull split left and right, revealing the brain structure inside.
The malicious pus that covered the surface of the brain could be seen clearly, maintaining a peculiar vitality.
Obviously,
This blacksmith who once served the Prison Director had long turned into a corpse driven by malice. Once Luo Di stepped into his range of activity, conflict would inevitably erupt.
Knowing this,
Luo Di still walked straight in,
The instant he stepped into the main tomb, swoosh!
The seemingly long-dead, decayed, enormous and clumsy blacksmith suddenly stepped up in front of Luo Di.
A rough, calloused hand reached out.
Strangely,
The hand was not reaching for Luo Di himself, but for the spine on his back.
The seemingly thick fingers were exceptionally precise, about to touch the spine.
Buzz!
The Black Spine vanished,
Luo Di's hand already held a black knife.
Accordingly, those reaching fingers were severed one by one, heavily crashing to the ground.
The flesh-like fingers collided with a tallic sound, each seeming to weigh ten tons or more.
Wow!!
Perhaps from the pain of severed fingers,
Perhaps from the anger of failing to grasp what he wanted,
Zoltan's brain trembled, a strange cry emanating from within.
Clang!
His other hand pounded heavily on the severed fingers, as if forging, producing a crisp sound of iron being worked.
The massive wave of air generated from the forging forced Luo Di to retreat continuously, covering his ears.
With just that one strike, the severed fingers were reforged and restored as before.
Imdiately after,
A heavy stomp,
The top of the main tomb suddenly dropped two weapons from an era long past, seemingly his burial accompanints, outcos of his past work with the Prison Director.
One was a giant slaughter knife adorned with hooked sawteeth,
The other was a heavy hamr ant for chopping at.
Both bore the mark of the Central Prison.
With a single slash, the surface of the tomb was completely torn apart.
Luo Di's tiny flesh body was ripped into chunks of at, only a single black spine fell to the ground.
Even in death, the essence of the Blacksmith imprinted within Zoltan's flesh. He sought to claim this forged object, eager to examine its components and craftsmanship.
As he bent down to pick it up,
A burst of white light suddenly seeped into his eyes,
In the blink of an eye,
What he held in his hand was not a spine, but a withered tree branch.
He was no longer in the tomb but standing by a pond.
Stranger still, his giant fra had shrunk to the size of a normal human being.
Even as the deceased Zoltan, he felt a hint of confusion.
As he searched for his target, he unexpectedly spotted a red balloon, focusing on it, and saw it was attached to a bloated man.
This man held a viewfinder, his mouth full of yellow teeth was saying sothing,
"Actors in position, action!"
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