In the war between the Gods and the Abyss, the Abyss was usually the attacking side. Now that the Abyss had stopped its offensive, the Gods would naturally settle down as well.
Therefore, Richard was in no hurry to head to the Gods Civilization.
He still had some time to spare, enough to turn Beelzebub's stockpile into real combat power.
At the center of the Great Abyss World.
Richard looked at the World Annihilation Stone before him, his face full of distress.
Although he was an Alchemist Wizard, crafting Magic Armor was rather unfamiliar territory for him.
There was no other reason. The appearance of the Hand of Equilibrium had directly spared him the need to craft a Staff during his Great Wizard stage. And when the Hand of Equilibrium began to fall behind, Titan's Hammer had seamlessly taken over.
Counting it all up, the last time he had crafted Magic Armor had been during the Third-Ring Wizard stage.
"This way? No. That way? No."
One design after another flashed through Richard's mind, but they either took far too long to create or served no useful purpose. Not a single one suited his wishes.
Perhaps even he himself did not know what kind of Magic Armor he truly needed.
"No, I can't waste time like this."
Richard abruptly pulled himself together and cast aside the chaotic thoughts in his head.
What he needed now was advice—advice from an experienced elder.
And in the Great Abyss World, Richard could think of only one being capable of giving him that advice.
Sitting cross-legged and calming his mind, Richard's consciousness swiftly connected to the Abyss Will, entering that archive.
"Hm? What brought you here, kid?" The Titan King looked at Richard with a trace of puzzlement. "Weren't you making that Magic Armor