Super God: Melo's Eight Unique Skills Open a Blacksmith Shop

Chapter 45 Sun Wukong appears

At the foot of the majestic mountains.

Snowflakes are falling.

A human head appeared at the foot of the mountain wall, with sharp angles and a serious face. His entire body was embedded in the mountain.

A white-winged angel descended, wielding a long spear.

She has an iron pellet and a bottle of molten copper.

"Prisoner number 137842, this is this year's supply!"

These iron and copper materials contain dark energy.

Even a divine body needs energy to replenish itself through food, otherwise it would starve to death within a few decades at most.

Dukao's frustrated expression, dejected look, and powerless hand.

The angel with the long spear observed for a moment.

"Your performance is excellent. The resentment in your eyes is gone. The transformation is a success. I believe you will be released soon."

Click!

Dukao gritted his teeth, biting down on the dark iron pellet.

When he couldn't swallow, he would grab a handful of snow in front of him and stuff it into his mouth.

Swallow it down forcefully.

Glug! Glug!

……

Merlo's Heavenly Court, Training Ground.

Clang!

The sharp figure and the swift movement collided.

The two longswords collided, sparks flying.

The angel, cold and arrogant, blew a wisp of golden hair that curled up near her right eye, and said defiantly:

"It's been over a decade, and your strength has diminished considerably!"

"Same to you."

"Angel Yan, I've disliked you for a long time. You're always sticking by the Queen's side. You're such a snob."

"If you're envious and jealous, just say so. I'm a magnanimous person and I won't laugh at you."

"Pah! I would envy you for following the Queen around like a lapdog. Looking at you, I would only feel ashamed."

"Hehehe!"

"Damn it! Take this, my newly mastered Eighteen-Splitting Cold Wind Technique!"

They fought for a long time.

From day to night, from night to day.

The forces were evenly matched as day and night alternated.

On the grass.

The two of them collapsed to the ground, their hands bracing themselves against the grass.

They were both panting.

"Huff! Huff!"

"I'll let you off this time, but I'll definitely teach you a lesson next time."

"It's still uncertain who will let whom off the hook."

"If you weren't an angel, you would have died by my sword long ago."

"Anyone can talk big with an ice-cold face!"

"..."

Flowers in full bloom and the moon full.

Angel Yan looked up and commented, "Our moon is so beautiful. Every time I see it, I feel so nostalgic."

"Hmph, you country bumpkin, I'm sick of seeing that stuff."

"Are you going to be sent out of the Angel Nebula again this time you're back?"

"How about it? Envious? I get to dominate the battlefield every day. If I were you, I'd be rusty by now."

"Oh right! What brought you back this time?"

"Why are you treating this like your home? You don't welcome me here."

"The main reason I came back this time is to collect new equipment, the God-Slaying Martial Gold-Slaying Flying Knife, a new creation of the Supreme God of Miracles. Have you heard of it?"

"That's why!"

Angel Yan casually pulled out a silver gourd, and from the gourd's mouth, a silver feather transformed into a throwing knife.

As she turned her fingers, the throwing knife spun along with them.

The angel's cold eyes also moved.

Jealousy drove her mad.

Her fair, delicate hands were almost digging into the grass.

He clenched his silver teeth fiercely.

"Isn't the Golden-Slaying Flying Knife supposed to be issued on the first of next month? Was it stolen? The Holy Angel who breaks the law is guilty of an even greater crime."

"Watch out or I'll sue you for defamation! This was given to me by the Queen. She's been playing with a red gourd lately, and I was curious and wanted to play with it, so she just casually tossed this to me."

What does "being near the water tower gives you an advantage" mean?

At this moment, the angel gritted her teeth, admitting in her heart that she was truly envious, jealous, and resentful.

Since the new God-Slaying Weapon is coming, it will be even lighter and simpler.

She had been excitedly anticipating this for a long time.

She didn't stop for a moment during her journey to receive the new God-Slaying Weapon upon her return.

Think about it, on ordinary days, Private Angel wields a gun to kill gods, and she, a dignified Holy Guardian Angel, also carries a gun.

Just imagine how undignified that would be!

Now, finally, there is a new generation of the God-Slaying Martial Arts, and she longs to possess it day and night.

The timing of our return has already been brought forward by a week.

She never expected that the thing she had been longing for day and night would be held so carelessly by that arrogant angel Yan.

Angel Leng's eyes were almost red with tears.

Angel Yan handed over the Golden Gourd in her hand, speaking in a comforting tone to ease tensions.

"You seem to really like this gourd. Here, you can play with it!"

"Get lost! Who wants your clingy trash?"

As they were talking.

Angel Leng jumped up as if stimulated and ran out of the training field, wiping her face as she did so.

After a while.

A somewhat bewildered angel Yan sat frozen in place.

The space behind her rippled.

Wearing a gorgeous gilded dress, Keisha walked out gracefully, plopped down next to Angel Yan, and patted her head.

"Your Majesty, you have arrived."

"Why are you standing here alone in the cold wind?"

"That naturally cold girl had a contest with me, and we're resting here. I took out this gourd, and she seemed angry."

"No wonder she's angry. The Golden-Slaying Flying Knife won't be available to other angels for another week, and you have it now, and you even say it was given to you by me. Doesn't that sound like you're showing off? Angel Leng is a very proud angel, she can't stand this."

"But I'm just telling the truth."

"To maintain a friendly relationship, sometimes it's necessary to keep some secrets and preserve the feeling of equality among friends."

"Then what secret are you hiding from the Heavenly King, Your Majesty?" Angel Yan asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Snapped!

Keisha patted Angel Yan on the back of the head with her jade-like hand.

She hasn't revealed to He Xi yet that she's Ji Qi's guardian angel!

It's just that he's usually possessive of his food.

"You little brat, you've been neglecting your discipline for three days and you're already causing trouble! Go and write me a self-criticism of a hundred or a thousand words."

"No, Your Majesty, I was wrong!"

Angel Yan held the silver gourd, looking up at the sky with a tearless expression.

……

A week later, dark clouds gathered.

Blacksmith shop.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

[Divine Refinement Cultivation Points +1 +1...]

Ji Qi hummed a tune as he forged the iron.

"You carry the load, and I'll lead the horse."

Keisha, who was reading a book with her legs crossed, asked, propping her chin on her hand, "What song is that? It's quite nice."

"Journey to the West!"

"Oh, I forgot, you haven't heard of this story. I'll tell you about it sometime when you have time."