Blacksmith of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1356: Divine Dexterity Pill

Returning from his meal, Seth faced the biggest hurdle of this project. Neeco and Nädel were both busy, and there was no other craftsman tier tailor here, except for him. The blacksmith had grinded his sewing skill to

lv.2, to be able to see the effects of armors like the death-set he made in cooperation with Boos.

This technically made him the third-best tailor of Minas Mar and meant that he would have to sew the gloves of wing leather himself. In preparation, Seth popped a pill. The Divine Dexterity Pill was one of the drugs they had bought in Spring City.

An additional 5 points in Dexterity brought his base to 450, while it was over 700 with all buffs combined. Just enough to make him comfortable in trying to process the leather to a similar degree as Nädel or Neeco would.

At least Seth had an advantage over other tailors. Despite being wing leather, it was the leather of a massive dragon so it was extra thick. Normal tailors would have to use a technique called skiving, to thin the leather and make it more flexible.

Like with the shadow hide, the blacksmith was able to use his trusty hammer and

to forge out a smaller piece of leather without losing any material. He just needed to be careful not to reinforce it accidentally, which would harden it.

The bard may not have been as practiced as the two masters, and he had not really done much leather work in a while, but gloves were nothing compared to the intricate mechanics he had fought with when building golems.

Once again, the infernal music shook the workshop when he stretched out the leather using Charonʼs Obol. The leather had to fit the plates, after all. Once the almost 1cm thick leather was brought to a 10th of its thickness, the music fell silent again.

Similar to the plates he cut from the sheet, he now cut the parts of the gloves from the piece of leather he prepared. Since they were already prepared with demonic power, the leftovers were stored for a later time.

The blacksmith hesitated for a moment but ultimately brought out a spool of Pufflesʼ . Seth had pondered for a moment whether this was the right thread for the gloves. In the past, there was not really much choice concerning what the best materials were, but now?

Apart from the , they also had the Arachne silk, a legendary thread. Seth had also heard the Neeco Boos, the sneaky snake, had secretly managed to get his hands on the thread Puffles had used to smolder the lich to death.

After a short consideration, his hesitation vanished. The Arachne Silk was durable and added agility. Puffles silk of light probably has light damage properties. Bart had little need for either of those, although more agility was always good, but... the

had the more interesting effect, and it shared the Sky with Sky Dragon.

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was able to grant buffs depending on the weather in the sky. In that way, it was similar to the skills granted to the Chosen of Krios. Gaining buffs depending on the stars, gaining buffs depending on the situation in the sky, that sounded much more fun, although the silk effects would be rather small, compared to the robes completely made of it.

The gloves were quickly finished once all materials were prepared, and he was able to marry the gloves and the plates to completely assemble the gauntlets and make sure everything fit. He corrected the armor to make everything fit properly before disassembling it again.

With the glove disassembled, it was easier to enchant and engrave the pieces. As for what he wanted to engrave... The blacksmith decided to completely lean into the circumstantial buff and add the Minor Sigil of Maahes to the mix. Despite Maahes being a Heliopolian god, Seth didnʼt worry since he suspected the two pantheons to have some affinity with each other.

Apart from the sigil, Seth used the remaining capacity to add a medium Strength enchantment, hiding it all within decorative engravings covering the gauntlets. Once the engravings were done, the bodies of the gauntlets were finished. Next was the soul armament.

Divine buffs depending on the stars in the sky, the clouds, and the wind, Seth had decided to embrace this concept in the next step by cheating. Since he had no traditional enchantment that could do anything in this direction, what was better for cheating fate than a demonic poem?

The poem he chose worshiped another demon he had already had some experience with. Furfur the Storm Demon, whose most prominent effects could be seen on the Staff Storm of Death, was able to raise violent winds and thunderstorms.

Translating it from demon tongue would have been hard, a task for a better linguist than Seth. It was written in a first-person perspective specific to the demon language. The best translation the blacksmith could come up with was something like:

“I shall recline and watch my glory rise.

My own herald, I am not, for I donʼt need an introduction.

My approach will stay unnoticed until it is too late.

I shall recline and watch my glory ascend. “

My call is thunder, and lightning.

My being is something very frightening.

My name is Furfur, exterminating

You are unconvinced?

My call is unyielding, and raging.

A clash of elements that gives birth to chaos.

My name is Furfur, dominating

If you are unconvinced- I shall demonstrate”

Much of the original flow and excitement was lost in translation, but it held the rough meaning of the demonic runes Seth intended to etch into the soul. What soul? Seth had already thrown the dragonnewt souls he had harvested on his last adventure into the Soul Refinery. ŖãŊŎ𐌱Ëş

Usually, Seth used the Soul Refinery to upgrade a whole lot of mediocre souls with specific traits into one big soul that would hold a better, refined version of that trait. Or to get rid of parts and traits that could weaken or get in the way of the final piece.

But since all of the dragonnewt souls were hand-plucked by the spirit blacksmith himself and not just some drags he picked up, it would have been a shame to just churn them into one big streamlined soul for Bart alone, discarding the other useful parts that were not in favor of the item.

That was why Seth didnʼt do that. Instead, he used the refinery to fuse, split, and refine the various souls he got into five massive ones, that each held components of similar nature, as well as the Draconic Heritage Trait. The one he made for Bart was

An artificially made Soul created through mysterious means, offering the essence of draconic body strengthening. Trait: Draconic Heritage>

The description didnʼt say much, but it was essentially the amalgamation of physical enhancement skills the dragon newts knew and mastered during their life. It held loads of passive skills for Bart. Now, Seth just had to forge the soul into an exact replica of the gauntlets and etch the poem onto them.

It was close to evening when he was finally able to place the gauntlets into the Waters of Styx and heard the all too familiar notification that he had finished a legendary item.