Divine Sword "Bloodslayer" (Part Two)

At this point, Bolan looked at Colby expectantly.

He truly needed a suitable longsword. Ordinary weapons could no longer withstand battles at Bolan's level.

"If it were Black Jade, I might not be confident, but Blood Garnet is a little less hard than Black Jade, so there shouldn't be a problem. Can you take out the Blood Garnet and let me have a look?" Master Colby asked expectantly.

Bolan naturally knew how precious good raw materials were to a first-rate artificer. He immediately took a blood-colored stone the size of two fists from the pack on his back.

Master Colby eagerly accepted the Blood Garnet. "So light. A piece of Blood Garnet this size weighs no more than a few dozen jin, while Black Jade of the same grade weighs several thousand jin."

"If Black Jade represents the ultimate hardness, then Blood Garnet represents the ultimate toughness," Master Colby said.

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It was not that Colby lacked greed, but he clearly understood that since the young man before him had entrusted it to him, he naturally was not afraid that Colby might refuse to return it.

With that thought, Colby calmly handed the Blood Garnet back to Bolan. "Do you want to forge this entire piece of Blood Garnet into one longsword? If it were an ordinary longsword, this piece would be enough to forge at least two." Master Colby smiled, and the atmosphere became harmonious once more.

Bolan understood perfectly well. It would have been strange if this master had not felt even a trace of greed. Fortunately, Master Colby had restrained that wicked impulse.

Bolan's eyes lit up. "Then I'll leave it to you, Master." He smiled.

With that, he handed the Blood Garnet to Master Colby. The master accepted the stone and said excitedly, "I'll make the preparations first. We'll fire up the furnace shortly."

The most important thing for a good artificer was forging a treasured sword worthy of being passed down through the ages. Such an opportunity now lay before Colby—how could he not be excited?

In just one morning, all the supplementary materials and ores had been prepared. Interestingly, in order to forge this Blood Garnet longsword himself, Master Colby gave Bolan all the additional ores for free and charged only a crafting fee. It showed just how irresistible a fine weapon was to a master artificer.

After resting through the noon hour, Bolan and Master Colby brought the Blood Garnet to the sword-forging site.

By then, Master Colby's two apprentices had stripped bare from the waist up and begun pulling the bellows. The bellows immediately let out a series of whooshing sounds, and the temperature inside the furnace rose to a terrifying level.

Colby poured all the materials into the furnace at once. As he watched the other materials begin to melt while the Blood Garnet remained unchanged, he took a small cup of red liquid from the side and asked Bolan for a drop of blood. He poured both over the Blood Garnet, and repeated sizzling sounds came from the stone.

The blood-colored liquid and Bolan's blood actually merged with the Blood Garnet. The stone then began to soften at a visible rate.

Master Colby split the Blood Garnet into two portions. He then took a huge iron hammer and began striking one of them, his speed and rhythm reaching an unbelievable level. Watching from the side, Bolan lost all expression. Only reverence remained—the reverence reserved for a craft brought to its pinnacle.

With Colby's hammering, the longsword beneath his hammer gradually took shape. The forging continued for more than an hour. The sword's surface had originally carried faint mixed colors, but under Master Colby's blows, it turned completely blood-red. The instant the sword took shape, the master thrust it upside down into the quenching agent prepared beside him.

Without bothering with the newly completed sword still stuck in the quenching agent, the master immediately picked up the other portion and began another round of hammering.

An hour later, as the second longsword entered the water, Master Colby—already deathly pale—collapsed onto the ground. Yet he did not even pause to rest. He hurriedly had his two apprentices place both swords beside him. The two longswords were identical: three chi, three cun, and three fen in length, with ancient blood-red blades and golden guards. One glance was enough to tell that they were no ordinary weapons.

"Give these two swords names. They are the greatest masterpieces of my life." Master Colby stared at Bolan with blazing eyes.

"Bloodslayer." These two divine swords would be called Bloodslayer. "I will carry these two swords and roam the world," Bolan said firmly.

Divine swords possessed spirits. At the same time, two words appeared three fen below the guards of both swords: Bloodslayer. One was on the left, and the other was on the right.

"Heaven's will... Heaven's will!" Master Colby murmured distractedly as he watched the scene.

Bolan then offered ten thousand gold coins and returned to the inn with the two sets of sword sheaths Master Colby had given him.