Richard darted to the master blacksmith's side in a flash, patting his black leg armor with a warm and familiar gesture.
"Master Bapros, excellent! With these divine weapons and armor you've provided, our chances of overthrowing Dormammu's tyranny have increased even further!"
The master blacksmith was even more delighted upon hearing this.
He waved his hand generously and said, "If this isn't enough, just let me know! I have as many weapons and equipment as you need!"
Richard became even more excited. He leaped into the air and grabbed the other man's thick fingers tightly. "Thank you for your generous help, Master! I hereby declare that from this day forward, you are the highest-ranking officer of the logistics department of our Dormammu Resistance!"
"The... the highest-ranking officer?!" Upon hearing this, the Grand Blacksmith erupted with even greater enthusiasm, his voice trembling slightly. "Is... is this appropriate?!"
Richard's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "What's inappropriate about it? Based on your reputation as a great blacksmith who is renowned Dark Dimension, I can say without hesitation that you are the only one qualified to be the highest-ranking officer in the Logistics Department!"
"Moreover, you also donated tens of thousands of powerful weapons to our resistance..."
At this point, his gaze deepened, and his tone became weary. "You may not know, but under Dormammu's brutal rule, we who refused to submit lived like the Rat in the street."
"He spent his days in constant fear, fleeing the relentless pursuit of his henchmen..."
Richard couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, "Hehehe~ For us, let alone assembling a complete set of equipment, even having an ordinary iron sword for each person is a luxury."
"But things are different now!"
"With your tens of thousands of well-equipped weapons, we can build a sharp and elite force! At that time, we will slaughter the ' Scorched Legion ' and the ' Shadow Legion ' without leaving a single survivor!"
To echo his words, Richard raised his palm and slashed forward heavily, his aura instantly becoming incredibly fierce...
The master blacksmith was clearly moved by Richard's combination of "playing the victim" and "flattery."
He patted his breastplate excitedly, repeatedly assuring everyone, "Don't worry, Your Excellency!"
"From now on, I'll take care of all the weapons and equipment for our resistance! Every single piece will be top-notch, even better than the standard equipment currently used by Dormammu's legions!"
"Excellent, Master Bapros!" Richard gripped his index finger tightly, shaking it vigorously with tears welling in his eyes. "No—Your Excellency, Supreme Commander!!!"
"With your participation, the day we successfully overthrow Dormammu's tyranny is not far off!!!"
The Grand Master Blacksmith trembled with excitement. "Let's work together, Your Excellency!"
Natasha:...
She wanted to cover her face, but to cooperate with Richard, she had to force an excited expression.
Subsequently, at Richard's instruction, Natasha used a Storage Ring to collect the tens of thousands of weapons and equipment.
The Grand Blacksmith told Richard the possible location where the losers were being held, "Sir, those people should be imprisoned in the Wailing Abyss Wailing Abyss, but I don't know the exact location... However, I have a way to get you there!"
After saying that, he took out two sets of full-body blue armor and had Richard and Natasha put them on.
Immediately afterwards, he led the two away from the Great Forge and arrived at a large transport convoy.
The Grand Blacksmith shoved the two into the transport convoy, then casually beckoned, " Priest Lime, come with me!"
An octopus-headed Pain Priest, carrying Batwing Staff and dressed in a luxurious black robe with gold patterns, followed him to the side of the transport caravan.
The Grand Blacksmith lowered his voice and said, " Priest Lime, add these two to this transport mission."
The octopus-headed Priest Lime glanced at Richard and his companions, his chin tentacles twitching irregularly. "Great Blacksmith," he said, "You should know the rules of the Council of Pain —those who go to the Wailing Abyss rarely return alive..."
The Grand Blacksmith said coldly, "It's alright, Priest Lime! I never expected them to come back anyway."
"Oh~~" The Priest Lime's face showed a knowing expression. "It seems these two poor wretches have offended you..."
"Offend? Hmph!" The Grand Blacksmith snorted coldly, displeased. "Because of the negligence of these two bastards, the forging of Lord Bargas's Dragonflame Spear almost failed!"
"Not turning them into mincemeat on the spot is already the greatest mercy I, Bapros, have shown!"
"Let them go to the Wailing Abyss to atone for their sins!"
"Hehehehe~" The Priest Lime chuckled, stroking his tentacles. "I understand. I'll instruct my subordinates to 'treat' these two poor little worms well~"
"Hahaha! Of course I trust Priest Lime's methods!" The Grand Blacksmith laughed and nodded. "I plan to forge a ' Pillar of Fear ' staff in a while; send someone to collect it then."
The Priest Lime's spirits lifted, and he exclaimed with elation, " The Pillar of Fear?! By the Lord of Darkness, this is the staff I've been dreaming of!"
"Sir! I happen to have a ' Heart of the Dread Nightmare ' hidden away. I'll send someone to deliver it to you once I return to Wailing Abyss. Please be sure to incorporate it into your staff when you forge it!"
" The Heart of the Dread Nightmare?!" The Grand Blacksmith was somewhat surprised. "Ordinary Nightmare are already extremely rare, but those with the Fear attribute are even rarer, appearing only once in ten thousand years..."
"I never imagined that the Priest Lime would possess such a treasure!"
"Hahaha! With this, I might be able to forge an epic-quality Pillar of Fear!"
"Epic?!?!" The Priest Lime's eyes lit up, his tentacles flailing excitedly. "Great Blacksmith, I entrust everything to you!"
"You help me, I help you, why thank me?" The Grand Blacksmith said, then turned and returned to the Great Forge.
The Priest Lime suppressed his excitement and returned to the transport caravan.
He immediately ordered two Pain Servant to drive Richard and Natasha to the last two positions in the caravan.
Then, he brandished the Batwing Staff of Pain, summoning a gigantic space worm.
The worm opened its enormous, chrysanthemum-like mouth and swallowed the entire serpentine convoy whole. After wriggling a few times on the ground, it burrowed into a spatial rift...
Richard and Natasha felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, and when they opened them again, they found themselves at the bottom of an abyss shrouded in a purple mist.
At that moment, the carriage door was suddenly pulled open, and a rough shout rang out:
"You two, get out here!"
Richard, holding Natasha's hand, obediently jumped off the train.
Outside the carriage stood a Pain Servant covered in black scales.
He stared Greed at the two men's full-body blue armor and said in a harsh voice, "Take off your armor! You don't need to dress so well to work in the Wailing Abyss!"
Richard glanced around, chuckled, and said, "Oh? So what will we do with the armor we took off?"
A sly glint flashed in the eyes of the Pain Servant, and he said impatiently, "Of course I'll keep them for you! I'll return them to you when you leave the Wailing Abyss!"
"Heh~" Natasha couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Your lying skills aren't even as good as Yelena's when she was three years old~"
"Fool!" Richard shook his head and sighed, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the Pain Servant by the neck, lifting him up.