The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

[Command accepted, limiter removed.]

Boom—!

A muffled roar came from underground, followed by a wisp of eerie blue flame that shot up from the bottom of the furnace, instantly engulfing the dark red subterranean fire.

The temperature was so high that even visibility began to blur.

Lin Mo gritted his teeth, staring intently at the materials that were melting and reforming in the flames.

The giant hammer rose and fell again and again.

clang!clang!clang!

With each hammer blow, intricate, dark blue inscriptions were forcefully hammered deep into the artifact's core.

Under the extreme impact, the raging king-level genetic energy was forced to submit and rearrange itself along the texture of the blade.

This was the first time he had gone all out to forge S-grade equipment, and the rate at which his mental energy was being consumed was alarmingly fast.

But Lin Mo dared not stop.

If the forging process at this level is interrupted, even for just one second, the material will be completely ruined.

Time passed second by second.

The sweat evaporated as soon as it appeared in his pores, and Lin Mo's movements remained as precise as a machine.

When the 13,200th hammer blow landed, the blade emitted a sharp metallic hiss.

A captivating dark glint flowed along the blade, its sharp aura carving a deep crack into the adjacent steel workbench.

It's taken shape.

Lin Mo tossed aside the giant hammer and gripped the hilt of the knife with one hand.

Shen.

Weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, even with his physique, he felt a distinct sense of heaviness in his hand.

The knife is two meters long, with an extremely thick back and a dark, light-absorbing edge.

Without any superfluous decorations, this is a weapon born purely for killing and severing.

He grinned.

This feels just right.

Moreover, this is still without any runes inscribed on it.

Once runes are inscribed on it, it's unknown how powerful it will become.

When those so-called superior races arrive, he'll see whether their necks are harder or his guillotine is harder.

......

The real world.

On the outskirts of R City, there is a cluster of private villas.

The night was as dark as a dirty rag, and the cold wind whistled through the narrow alleyways, whipping up plastic bags on the ground.

A hunched monster, clinging to the wall, stumbled and fled for its life.

It has a human torso, but a dog-like head.

His sparse gray hair was covered with blackened blood clots, and a large chunk of flesh was missing from his left shoulder, with pale bone fragments piercing through his skin.

"hiss--!!"

I accidentally aggravated the wound.

The monster let out a painful whimper, its chest heaving violently.

He kept his voice down and carefully made his way through the buildings, glancing back nervously as he did so.

"Damn it, those lunatics behind us haven't given up yet!"

"They've chased me for over a hundred kilometers, why won't they give up? How can someone be even more of a scoundrel than me!"

The monster's face darkened: "I need to find a place to hide, catch some live creatures to eat, and repair this broken body."

Its scarlet eyes darted around in the darkness.

To the right front, there is a charming farmhouse.

The monster sniffed and smelled an extremely tempting aroma.

"It's fresh flesh and blood, and it tastes so wonderful..."

"suck--!!"

The monster took a deep breath, a satisfied expression on its face: "I have never smelled such a wonderful scent before."

He stuck out his long, barbed tongue and licked his saliva-dripping fangs.

Hunger overcame fear, and it hunched over, tiptoed through the gate, and slipped inside.

The courtyard was a mess, piled with all sorts of random materials and a huge pile of broken and wrecked soldiers.

The air was filled with a scorching heat.

The monster was startled when it saw the pile of things.

These things, to put it nicely, are raw materials; to put it bluntly, they are all the corpses of his kind.

"Damn! Why are there so many, and many of them are corpses, some of whom were even lords in life..."

"What the hell is this place? A haunted house?!"

For some reason, he already regretted coming here.

"No, I have to get out of here before I'm discovered!"

Just as they were about to sneak towards the main house.

Ding-dong!

A sudden, unexpected sound of metal being struck echoed inside the room.

The sound wasn't loud, but it had a strange rhythm.

With each strike, the monster's fur stood on end.

He stopped abruptly, turned his head warily, and bared his fangs.

Inside the room, a figure stood with his back to it, holding a hammer and hammering away at a large, red-hot sword blank.

The monster licked the tip of its nose with its barbed tongue, and the fear in its eyes was gradually overwhelmed by bloodthirsty greed.

hunger.

The long journey had nearly depleted its energy reserves, and its battered body desperately needed high-calorie flesh and blood to replenish it.

The monster glanced around.

Although the yard full of lord-level corpses did indeed make its scalp tingle: "Although...but...these are just corpses."

"Who can prove that this guy killed him?"

The human standing before it, forging iron with his back to it, is a living, steaming piece of meat.

Moreover, it could smell the other party's scent.

Not strong.

It's not even lord-level, but it's absolutely delicious!

Just sneak up silently, and with just one bite, you can easily bite through his fragile cervical spine, have a good meal, and then quickly escape with this fresh flesh and blood!

The man swung a hammer, staring expressionlessly at the dark red metal blank on the cutting board.

He didn't even turn his head.

"Hehe, what a great opportunity!"

The monster lowered its body, crawling on all fours, like a hungry wolf lurking in the grass.

His paw pads were so soft that when he stepped on the muddy ground in the yard, not a speck of dust was stirred up.

Five steps.

Three steps.

Two steps.

It could already see the throbbing veins on the human's neck, and its mouth opened uncontrollably, with foul-smelling saliva spreading in its mouth.

Just as it was about to push off with its hind legs and pounce, it...

Without any warning.

A broken blade suddenly sprang up from nowhere, transforming into a cold, sharp gray light that instantly tore through the air.

Duh!

The shockwave grazed the monster's nose, scraping off a small piece of skin and flesh.

The monster slammed on the brakes, the immense inertia nearly causing it to crash headfirst to the ground.

The broken blade was firmly embedded in the soil less than two centimeters from its right forepaw. The end of its tail was still vibrating at a high frequency, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

"Take one more step, and you're dead."

Qian Hua didn't turn around, his tone was cold, even revealing extreme impatience.

He felt that even saying one more word was a waste of oxygen.

The monster froze, its large eyes filled with profound confusion.

He didn't see the other person raise their hand at all; he stared intently at the human's hands.

Those two hands were still holding the iron hammer, still striking the sword blank one after another.

Ding-dong!

The sound of the hammering was perfectly synchronized, with not a single erratic movement, and even the interval between each hammer strike was exactly the same as before.