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Hey... There's nothing wrong with me, it's just that my heart is too soft...

Amid the tearful pleas of the Dwarf God, William, who has always been kind and soft-hearted, had no choice but to give up his plan to forge the entire throne by himself. Instead, following the instructions of the Dwarf God, he only slapped a bumpy metal **** pad, and then started Pick up those artifacts that are relatively ugly in shape, and put them under the **** pad one by one.

Slaughtering Axe, Bee Fang of Confused Heart, Morat's Evil Lost, Sulphurous Anus, Occipital Dagger...

Pieces of artifacts that had killed at least several demon gods and were famous in the endless abyss were stacked together like a pile of garbage, and placed under the metal **** pad, replacing the original chair legs.

The relatively good-looking "Arcana" artifacts were carefully bundled into rows according to three lengths, large, medium and small, and surrounded by a three-section chair back. It was scorched and "welded" to William's metal **** pad.

Not to mention, behind the three-section chair bundled with hundreds of artifacts, the ugly metal **** pad really looks a bit noble.

Coupled with the fact that those broken artifacts under the **** pad were bent and broken one by one by William because of the inappropriate length, and piled up randomly, there is actually a sense of domineering that those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will perish...

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"Hmm... It seems to be okay?"

After looking at this new throne, which looks wild and rough, but still looks decent, William nodded in satisfaction, and then cast a searching gaze on the dwarf **** hiding above.

"Okay! Domineering!"

Under the influence of William's outstanding forging skills, the God of Dwarves, who has always acted harder than fine steel and would rather die than say a word of soft words, unexpectedly obtained the legendary flattering technology without a teacher.

Gritting his teeth and staring forward, he tried his best to ignore the still slightly crooked back of the chair, the **** pad with the fist marks on it, and the seams that could only be said to have been treated as if they hadn't been treated. Applauding with eyes full:

"Your Excellency William! This chair you built with your own hands is filled with a strong air of a king from top to bottom! Everywhere shows the informality of a king! Only such a chair can be worthy of your demeanor as the lord of arcana !"

"..."

"Everything is so informal... Are you implying something?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Feeling the explosive force inside the rough chair, the **** of the dwarves, wishing to be blind on the spot, took a deep breath, and managed to squeeze out a pretty bright smile.

"You've been playing this blank for almost a week, why don't we hurry up and move on to the next step?"

Um? Has it been so long?

After hearing the myth of the dwarves, William, who enjoyed it, suddenly realized that this happy forging had lasted for six full days.

Considering that there is still an all-knowing **** who will come back to die at an unknown time, William also felt that he should speed up, so he followed the instructions of the dwarf **** and began to imprint his own mark on this artifact that was cooling down.

However, what is strange is that this throne, which is full of burrs and fist marks, and full of "the wind of the king" everywhere, is actually very resistant to his brand.

No matter how many times William tried, as soon as his brand was poured in, he would be forced out by all kinds of forces swarming up, as if the throne was instinctively resisting him...

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"Strange, how is this possible?"

After tossing and tossing for almost a whole day, but still failed to help William imprint the brand into the throne, the helpless dwarf **** began to desperately scratch his curly hair, and then vigorously gnawed on his dry and peeling hair. lips, growling hysterically:

"It shouldn't be! It's clear that you took out these artifacts, and they all expressed their obedience to you, but after smelting them together, it seems that every artifact is resisting you? That's not right!"

After hearing the complaint of the dwarf god, William could not help but spread his hands.

No one can understand artifacts better than you, so how can I know things that you, the **** of forging, can't understand?

After the two looked at each other silently for a while, William's eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to think of something, and asked:

"Why don't we ask the owners of these artifacts?"

"What did you say?"

"I said, should we ask the owners of these artifacts!"

After repeating it again, William looked at the dwarf **** who was a little dazed, and explained seriously:

"I snatched these hundreds of artifacts one by one. You know, I'm a kind person and I don't like to kill. So most of the owners of these artifacts are still alive. They are all locked up by me now. Woke up."

"..."

"Do you think they are not convinced, so their artifacts are also not convinced? How about I take them out and beat them up one by one in front of the artifacts?"

"..."

"What's wrong? Why don't you speak?"

Why don't I talk... what else can I say? ! ? ! ? !

After listening to William's words, the dwarf **** couldn't help taking a deep breath of scorching air, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

You step on the horse...these things are owned by you, didn't you say earlier? Hitting your own throne with hundreds of artifacts owned by the owner, aren't you afraid of sitting on it and being stabbed to death by random knives?

It's over! That **** pad of yours is all my wealth! If the artifact can't be made, it's completely...well...wait a minute!

Seeming to have discovered something strange, the God of the Dwarves, who was about to cry, narrowed his eyes and began to carefully examine the ugly chair, which was handsome in shape but unsightly in craftsmanship.

wrong! Logically speaking, owned artifacts should resist desperately, but when these artifacts are in the hands of this bastard, they are so honest that they behave just like those unowned artifacts, no matter how they are manipulated and kneaded, they will not move .

For example, the fishing rod with the priesthood of fishing and hunting was even kicked in two by this guy, and it didn't respond when it was placed under the metal **** pad. It was as if it was dead. Could it be because...

Fear? These artifacts... fear him from the bottom of their hearts?

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"I know! I know what to do!"

After figuring out the root of the problem, the dwarf **** couldn't help showing a touch of ecstasy.

I saw him bearing the high temperature of the black flames, and quickly floated above William, staring at the red-burning throne below, while reaching out his hands frantically:

"Quick! Hurry up and give me one of your artifacts, the one that you have successfully branded and used frequently!"

The ones that are often used... are they weapons?

William frowned slightly when he heard the words, then took out the "mace" he made himself and handed it over, and instructed with a vigilant expression:

"This is a big gun that I often use. Although it looks ugly, it is very strong. Don't break it for me... Damn it! What are you doing?!"

"What am I doing! I am filling up the last flaw of the throne!"

Holding William's big gun in both hands~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After puffing on the throne, he felt the imprint of quickly integrating into the throne, as well as his rapidly expanding power after the completion of the forging of the artifact, the power of the dwarves. God couldn't help but raised his ashen head, and laughed out loud with joy on his face.

"It's done! Hahaha! It's done!

I knew it! Your aura can indeed overwhelm the will of these artifacts! Hahaha! The suffering of these days is not in vain! We really forged a fourteenth-order artifact! I'm about to advance! "

"..."

"Hehe, congratulations really... How about I give you another gift?"

After cupping his hands at the dwarf **** with a smirk, William couldn't help but bulge his veins when he saw that the pole was completely pierced into the center of the metal **** pad, leaving only the mace part exposed. He gritted his teeth and said with a grin:

"This newly-baked throne, let me lend you a good seat and treat it as a congratulatory gift from me. What do you think?"