My Doomsday Simulator Game.

Girard was still rushing to catch up with the progress, while Su Hong was just silently looking at the progress bar, patiently waiting for it to finish.

If it was a normal competition of forging skills, it would be too easy for Girard to beat him.

Protected by the unknown descendants of the Sun King, Girard's soul is immortal and his will is indestructible. He lived for too long.

With such a long time, even if he could spare one thousandth of his time to study forging, it would be hard for even him, who is also a master craftsman, to imagine what level a master craftsman could reach.

Among the ranks of craftsmen, Girard is the pinnacle of masters, an existence that all masters must look up to. Only with the help of simulation games can he win.

If it were any other time, he would really like to have a good competition with Girard, the legendary craftsman, but unfortunately, his mind is now full of the blueprints of the famous instruments that Girard mentioned.

The long river of fire flowed and swirled in the air, and the flames burned and submerged the ore and metal like a wave.

The shadow put down the anvil and hit the red-hot metal with a huge hammer. Chips fell off and sparks flew. Under the heavy forging of hammer after hammer, the metal deformed and compressed, and the outline of the breastplate gradually appeared.

All this happened in just a few minutes, as if time was compressed. Girard, who was swinging the hammer at the side, felt his scalp tingling, which only a living person would feel.

Holly was secretly excited, "Hahaha, this is fun, this is fun."

Haisha was also completely attracted. She stopped thinking and stared at Su Hong.

The light of the flame illuminated the dark hall and burned Su Hong's knight armor red. He stood in the center of the flame, like a king who was born to control fire and metal.

……

Half an hour passed quickly, and the overall shape of the armor could be vaguely seen on the armor rack behind Su Hong, with only the final polishing left.

Girard stood in front of the iron felt, unable to swing the hammer, which in disguise declared Su Hong's victory.

In fact, Su Hong also hoped that the forging would go smoothly until he heard a strange metallic sound.

"Forging failed."

Ding... A crack appeared on the arm armor he was beating, and then it spread to both sides, and with a click, it broke directly.

The reading ended, the flames receded, the shadows dissipated, and Su Hong also came out of this magical state.

"Pity."

Su Hong said to himself and prepared to take out the second set of materials.

Girard on the other side was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you almost successful?"

"Yes, but just a little bit."

Gilad swung his hammer and asked, "It's just one arm armor that's missing. It can be remade. There's no need to forge it again."

Su Hong shrugged helplessly. It was just as Girard said. The arm armor was just cracked. He just needed to reforge it.

Unfortunately, the simulation game is quite rigid, and you can only build it from scratch using blueprints, and independent forging is impossible.

Furthermore, the speed at which he forges the arm armor himself might not be as fast as forging a set of armor in the game, so it would be more worry-free to have it forged by someone else.

"Found the 'forging blueprint' for the Knights Templar Armor. Should I forge it?" Su Hong muttered to himself, and the fire that had been extinguished was rekindled. Shadows and flames spread and climbed, once again performing an interwoven dance of light and darkness.

Faced with the cheating Su Hong, Girard lost all desire to compete. In his heart, he had already accepted that the short human in front of him was the winner of this competition.

The huge beast couldn't help but sigh, "I actually lost to the young human. As expected, my father was right. I have the least talent in forging."

Su Hong's eyebrows jumped when he heard this. He was forging metal and even had the mind to respond to Girard, "Mr. Girard, you are the best blacksmith in the kingdom. If you are not talented, then who is?"

"Hahaha." Girard laughed. "Knight, you are wrong. I am indeed the least talented."

"Perhaps you don't know, I came from the era when gods and kings coexisted. It's been so long, but I'm still stuck in the ranks of master craftsmen. I'm afraid that telling you about it might make you laugh."

"My contemporaries, blacksmiths, were either over fifty or only in their twenties. Compared to me, who had a long life span, they were geniuses among geniuses."

"I thought I could scare you this time, but I didn't expect you to teach me a lesson instead."

Su Hong's mind was moved, and he asked curiously, "What was that era like?"

The ghost maid brought a chair, and Girard sat down, recalling: "It was a glorious era, when the goddess and her offspring ruled the plains of heaven, and the kings fought in all directions and sat side by side with the gods."

"My father is a priest among the ancient beasts and the most devout one who serves the Eternal Family."

"Unfortunately, I am dull and I am not good at anything, so I just live a little longer."

"Afterwards, I left the Divine Man's capital and traveled around the world, passing through various kingdoms. I gained a lot of knowledge."

"I heard that a strong man in the South Plains defeated the Red Dragon King and became the new Flame King, so I followed the merchant to the south out of curiosity. Later I learned that the king was the future Sun King."

"At that time, the door to the human world was not as tightly closed as it is now. By chance, I entered the Sun Country, which was still a wild land, through a caravan traveling on the plains. I met a group of blacksmiths and began my own forging journey without knowing what was going on."

Su Hong pondered, "What were the gods of ancient times like? Are they similar to the one in the cult?"

Girard sneered, "Of course not. Alonso is just a clown who stole divine power and called himself a god, but he knows exactly what he is."

"As early as in ancient times, the real gods disappeared, and the remaining demigods are just the offspring of the goddess."

"It was also because of this inexplicable disappearance that the subsequent War of Kings occurred, and the Plains of Heavenly Kingdom has been in decline since then."

At this point, Girard sighed, "I thought the war was already bad at that time, but I didn't expect the current situation to be worse than before."

Su Hong pondered and asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, "What is the relationship between my world and the Heavenly Plains? Without the interference of disasters, we have even developed another kind of power."

Gilad shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe your world is outside the plains of heaven, or it may be some undiscovered remote kingdom. Or maybe what we are experiencing now is just a dream, a dream of some god. Who knows?"

"Young man, it's a good thing to explore the unknown world, but now is obviously not the right time. Alonso will not let you go easily. This is his mission and the meaning of his existence."

"What do you mean?" Su Hong felt that there was something else behind Girard's words.

(End of this chapter)