The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 685 Discussion
Mysterious patterns made of purple energy slowly rotated around the spear. Du Lin couldn't help squinting his eyes as he looked at these patterns, which were only slightly smaller than ants to him.

"The inscriptions seem to be from Daluo Heaven?" Du Lin's tone was filled with uncertainty. "Not only that, I don't recognize the magic used to carve these inscriptions."

In fact, Du Lin knew when these inscriptions just appeared that the boy in front of him was not lying. Not only did he not recognize these magics, he had never seen the energy that constituted these magics.

Du Lin immediately became interested. He didn't expect that after living for so many years, he could still see unfamiliar things on the forge. This feeling had not appeared since he celebrated his thousandth birthday.

"This purple energy is celestial energy, which should be unfamiliar to you. The magic above is something I developed myself, so of course you haven't seen it before."

Yang Le began to explain his weapons to Durin, attracting the surrounding dwarves and Asgardians to come closer to listen, fearing that they would miss this rare opportunity to acquire new knowledge.

At the same time, Yang Le's generous and selfless sharing also allowed the dwarves to let go of their grudges. There are not many good people who can share their technology so selflessly.

However, these craftsmen also knew that it would not be good to listen in vain, so they brought gifts when they came. Some brought raw materials, and some brought small gadgets they forged themselves. In short, no one came empty-handed.

In their view, being able to exchange what they already have for unknown technology is a sure win, a good deal that is hard to come by even with a lantern.

But is Yang Le really a sucker? Of course not, because if you want to use Yang Le's technology, Tianneng is the most basic threshold. Without Tianneng, you can't use the technology Yang Le mentioned, and there is no such concept as Tianneng in the Marvel Universe.

The entire Marvel Universe's natural energy has been monopolized by Yang Le. If you want to use the natural energy, the only way now is to become a disciple of the Supreme Heaven. The concept of the entire Marvel Universe's natural energy was provided by him, and the Supreme Heaven is also Yang Le's clone.

In other words, as long as you enter the Tianneng door, you will always be under Yang Le's surveillance, and Yang Le can revoke the right to use Tianneng at any time if he wants.

No matter how clearly and understandably Yang Le explained to them now, these craftsmen would not be able to use it, so there was no need to be afraid even if he explained it thoroughly.

Of course, if someone gets inspiration from Yang Le’s technology and figures out something on their own, Yang Le can’t do anything about it. After all, that’s something learned through human teaching and talent, and it’s up to them to understand it.

Odin looked at everything in front of him with relief. At the beginning, what Yang Le said really made him sweat. He wanted to intervene in advance to help Yang Le out of the predicament.

Perhaps it was because the aura of the Aesir was too strong on Yang Le, Odin always felt like he was looking at a junior when looking at Yang Le, but unfortunately he was not a real Aesir.

If Tyr were still alive, his child would probably be this old?

When Odin thought of his son who was missing a hand, he felt melancholy. Then he thought of his daughter who was killed by the birdman. Perhaps he was really old, and he always thought too much during this period.

Rubbing his temples, Odin looked at Yang Le who was getting along well with the craftsmen, and quietly left the forge. Looking at this old man again, he was about to burst into tears.

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The next day arrived in a flash. Perhaps because he hadn't felt the warmth of his own bed in ages, Thor slept exceptionally well. However, to warn Loki, he didn't indulge in the softness of his bed and instead rose early. Using the magic he'd learned from his battle of wits with Loki, Thor easily escaped his dorm unnoticed. On the way, he inquired from a servant about Yang Le's location and headed for the forge.

On the way, Thor was still feeling strange. Why didn't Yang Le stay in the dormitory and instead run to the hot and noisy forge? What was so interesting about those dwarves? If he wanted a good weapon, wouldn't it be better to ask his father for one?
Based on the friendship between Yang Le and himself, although he cannot give those dangerous things, he can still give him one or two magical weapons. Or does he want to create a weapon that is unique to him?
After a while, Thor arrived at the forge. As soon as he pushed the door open a crack, a deafening clanging sound came out from the door. As Thor was good at using a hammer, he certainly knew what the sound was. It was the sound of a hammer hitting metal.

“Clang! Clang! Clang! Dang!”

With one final, completely different sound, the ears were cleared once more, signifying that the man who wielded the hammer had completed his work.

After pushing the door open completely, a familiar figure appeared in front of him. It was Yang Le. In front of him was a huge anvil with a forging hammer on it, which had obviously just been put down.

These things did not attract Thor's attention. What caught Thor's eyes was the weapon in Yang Le's hand, a short spear shining with golden light. As Yang Le moved, golden flames flowed out from it from time to time.

This is a divine weapon that is no weaker than Mjolnir. Thor, who has experienced many battles, saw it at a glance. If he were on the battlefield, he would definitely fight with the owner of this weapon.

No, there is no need to set the rules on the battlefield.

"Hey! Harpy!"

After hearing Thor's loud voice, Yang Le turned around and saw a strong man with bright eyes. Thor's eyes were burning with a raging fire of war.

"Why don't you try out the weapon you just made? How about it? Do you want to have a sparring match with me?"

Yang Le chuckled, turned the spear a few times in his hand, and then swung it violently. A ball of fire was thrown to the ground, and then turned into sparks and disappeared.

"That's exactly what I wanted."

"Good! Great!" Thor laughed out loud after hearing the answer he wanted to hear. He hurried forward, grabbed Yang Le's hand and pulled him out.

"Let's go to the arena. This place is too small to show our skills. Let me tell you first. Although this is a sparring match, you absolutely cannot let me win. If you don't, I'll be angry."

For a true warrior like Thor, if you defeat him, he will never be angry, but will only inspire his fighting spirit and make him stronger and stronger. But if you let him win, even if Thor wins, he will be angry and embarrassed, and it is possible that he will even break off diplomatic relations with you.

"I haven't had breakfast yet." Yang Le looked at the hurried Thor and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The latter really didn't care and said carelessly.

"Asgardians won't starve to death if they don't eat. Besides, there's a restaurant next to the arena. It won't be too late to eat after the fight."

Helplessly, facing the anxious Thor Yang Le could only follow behind him obediently. Who told him that he also wanted to try the power of the weapon?
(End of this chapter)