Never Trust the Light, Child

"Weapons... can actually talk?"

Seeing the chaotic scene of all these weapons dancing wildly before her, Misha subconsciously muttered to herself.

However, what she hadn't expected was that although she had spoken very quietly, this whole pile of weapons still turned their tips toward her. Yes, even though they had no facial features, Misha could still feel that these weapons seemed to be staring at her.

"I say, girl."

Very quickly, a shit-brown greatsword spoke up. "Choose me. Let these Kallu-t bastards properly experience the terror of the Underground Sewer..."

"You..."

Misha subconsciously glanced at the greatsword whose blade was covered in shit.

Yes, actual shit. After all, this sword had originally been made by Fang Mo using shit ingots and Pig Iron, and it had been reinforced with shit, meteors, and a Hot Spring Machine.

Of course, the sword wasn't lying. It truly was a terrifying weapon. It wasn't merely a matter of hacking people with a shit-covered blade. The triple reinforcement of meteors, the Hot Spring Machine, and shit allowed this weapon to destroy an entire civilization all by itself.

That was the true worth of this sword. No matter how beautiful the environment on your planet was, once this thing was planted into the ground, it would instantly become a world of shit and filth.

The wrath of the Underground Sewer in the truest sense.

And the most outrageous part was... this sword could even be used for eating.

Uh, that didn't mean eating the blade. It meant eating the hilt. After all, the trait of Tinkers' Construct Pig Iron was Delicious, which let it be eaten to restore hunger at the cost of durability.

"Come on, come on."

Seeing Misha examining it, the shit sword urged her again. "I can't wait to see the enemies fleeing