Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Capítulo 3043: Thousand Dagger Skill

There were a few important things Han Mengli needed to forge before he could get anywhere with making weapons.

A hammer and anvil were very necessary to refine the weapons he made, so he made those first. Following that, he crafted a few extra metal plates to make formations out of.

The dagger he had made previously was turned into a sharp pen to be used for making formations.

Once they were all ready, he needed a place to store them. That took some more time as well. He dug his way into one of the spirit stone mine openings and emptied it. That would be where he would hide everything.

Once that was ready, he started making the weapons.

He made a single sword each day, the entire thing forged from metal all the way through. He hid the sound of his hammer striking the anvil with the many sounds of axes hitting the walls.

At first, it was hard, but the more he continued, the better he became at it. After a few weeks, his weapons reflected that improvement as well.

He created swords first, as most there were accustomed to them. Once that was done, he began making shields and armor. Then he moved on to spears, axes, daggers, and other unconventional weapons.

The forge in Darkwater didn’t create anything else, so he didn’t have the training to make more complex items.

It took years, or even decades, for Han Mengli to make all those weapons and armor. And as he got close to creating enough to arm every hand, he began to realize what had been waiting for him at the end all this time.

He could make thousands more weapons, but none of it would be useful if there wasn’t someone to wield them.

Weapons didn’t win battles. People did.

He needed to get them into the right hands. He mulled over how he was going to distribute the weapons without causing suspicion among the demons or the other enslaved humans who might be happy to snitch on them.

He was lost in thought, hammering away on a dagger, when he heard something. He looked up in time to see the horrified stare of a demon looking at him.

Han Mengli stared at the demon for a moment before they both realized what had to be done.

The demon drew his sword, immediately dashing toward him to drive the pointed end into his throat. Han Mengli moved in time, striking the sword away with his hammer.

The sword flipped out of the demon’s hand but didn’t move far enough away. It spun around in the air and flew back at him with a swishing sound.

Han Mengli jumped back, dodging the demon’s attack. The hammer was a useless weapon to fight with. He needed something else.

He ran to the side, the demon following close behind. He stopped at an inconspicuous location, the sword right behind him. He stopped at the right moment and ducked, the sword smashing into a rock.

When the rock shattered, it crumbled easily, revealing a hidden cavity beyond it—made of spirit stones and surrounded by weapons of all types.

The demon’s eyes widened in horror at the sight. He had already realized the situation wasn’t simple, and now he saw the weapons.

He understood there was a resistance forming, and that was something that had to be reported immediately. He pulled out a talisman from his storage bag, ready to notify his superiors, when a dagger flew through the talisman and into his chest.

The demon looked back at Han Mengli and saw the other daggers in his hands. He got back into the fight, swinging his sword at him.

Neither of them could use other techniques—one in fear of alerting the others, and the other in fear of the mine collapsing on top of them. They were so far underground that no one would even realize they had died until it was too late.

Han Mengli’s dagger flew from his palm, gliding between the sword slashes and striking the demon in the chest again. Seeing the lack of reaction from the demon, he wondered if it was armor or the rumored strong body of the demon that was stopping the daggers.

But that was of no matter.

The daggers flew in a practiced manner, each one targeting the chest and head. The demon knew to protect its head, so Han Mengli was certain it was armor.

So, he had to strike the exposed parts.

The Dark God’s dagger techniques had been what made him famous long before his understanding of the Darkness aura. What Han Mengli was taught didn’t even come close to what the Dark God could truly do with his Thousand Daggers skill.

And yet, that was more than enough.

A dozen daggers flew around him in strange, unpredictable patterns, darting out at random angles to strike the demon. The demon defended against the daggers, but the erratic directions they came from made it impossible to block them all.

At the same time, something was happening to his body as well—a sort of… toxin.

The demon looked up with a horrified face. “P-poison! Where did you…?”

Han Mengli’s expression remained cold, offering no answer. There was no poison—just Darkness aura. When used the right way, it could shut down a body, akin to it being poisoned.

Han Mengli moved the daggers around again, throwing them at the demon before pulling them back.

The dozen daggers struck the demon a hundred times before one finally found its mark, piercing the demon’s head and killing him.

Once he was certain the demon was completely dead, Han Mengli finally let go of the daggers, letting them clatter to the ground.

His legs wobbled as he half-knelt on the floor. Throughout the many years he had lived, he had seen thousands of corpses before him, so he was used to death.

But today’s death was different.

This was a death caused by him.

For the first time in all the years he had lived, he had taken a life.

And with what he planned to do in the near future, it wouldn’t be the last.