Chapter 2096: 873, Han Muye, God of Artifact Refinement!
Chapter 2096: 873, Han Muye, God of Artifact Refinement!
Chapter 2096: 873, Han Muye, God of Artifact Refinement!
Within the Desolate Wilderness, the human race also had formidable tribes.
There were not a few that had millions, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of clan members, and many of them possessed armor.
However, they didn’t conduct much research into refining such things as black armor.
The powerful human clans within the Desolate Wilderness all depended on various divine beast tribes and had their own Totem Beast Groups.
Although there were strong individuals among these humans, and the powerful Ritual Masters and Divine Pattern Masters had formidable methods, they had never thought of surpassing the divine beasts, let alone controlling the divine beasts and dominating over them.
The Blazing Prairie Tribe, from harnessing their Guardian Divine Beast to refining black armor, these methods were all changing the status of the human race within the Desolate Wilderness.
This elevation of status conformed to the Rules of the Primordial Heavenly Dao.
The first piece of black armor was refined, and after that, the process of refining the subsequent armor became smoother, more exquisite, and stronger.
In half a month, fifty decent-looking pieces of black armor had already been refined.
Black helmets, body-enveloping armor with no beauty to speak of, and without the various assistive functions of the armors from the Galaxy Universe.
In a place like the Desolate Wilderness where the suppression by the Heavenly Dao was extremely strong, most functions of the armors from the Galaxy Universe became useless.
Given the immense individual strength of Primordial Beings and the application of bloodline power and origin power, the black armor that was refined emphasized strong defense above all.
Out of the fifty pieces of black armor, twenty were Heavy Armor.
Not only did they cover the human body, but they also wrapped around the bodies of the riding demon beasts.
Out on the Wasteland outside the Blazing Prairie Tribe.
The booming sounds were like explosions.
Zhu Rong grasped a long spear in his hands while a ten-zhang tall golden silhouette condensed around him.
The silhouette swept its long spear, tossing two clansmen who were riding Demon Wolves and wearing black armor into the air.
On another front, a clansman riding a three-zhang tall Demon Bull, wielding large hammers, charged forward, colliding with Zhu Rong’s body, causing him to sway slightly.
However, this clansman was also kicked away by Zhu Rong with a raise of his leg.
Han Muye stood not far away, his face wearing a light smile.
The surrounding members of the Blazing Prairie Clan were fervently cheering for Zhu Rong, rooting for him.
In their eyes, Zhu Rong was the strongest.
The fact that the black armor and demon beasts could exhibit such an enhancement in strength was already beyond imagination.
Be it refining weapons or other things, they only offered a limited increase in strength.
Understanding of the Desolate Wilderness: bloodline, Origin.
In the midst of battle, whether it was attacks from the Wolf Cavalry or charges from the Monster Cavalry, they all seemed like children waving toys in front of Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong used these clansmen to refine himself and to show them his own strength, nothing more.
As for those riding demon beasts in black armor, they already felt satisfied to be able to spar with Zhu Rong.
“Boom—”
Flowing Light dazzled, flames rose around Zhu Rong, and with a punch, he knocked back all the approaching clansmen, then left with laughter.
Although those riding the demon beasts weren’t injured, they struggled to get up, and the demon beasts were also utterly exhausted.
“Come with me,” said Han Muye at this moment.
Senior Brother Han?
Everyone turned their heads to see Han Muye, who with hands behind his back, walked leisurely into the wilderness.
The others exchanged glances and hurried to follow.
The scattered clansmen were also curious about why Senior Brother Han was leading these people away.
Zhu Rong glanced over from a distance, his face also revealing curiosity.
After ten days, those clansmen who had left returned.
Fifty clansmen riding Demon Wolves and Demon Bulls wearing black armor came back scattered.
They all looked rather weary, and their black armors bore various marks.
Yet, it seemed that the aura on each person had become significantly heavier.
“What have they been doing?”
“Could it be that Senior Brother Han has taught them some new skills?”
“Even with new skills, can they really defeat Zhu Rong?”
Discussions arose from various parts of the tribe, and then they converged outside the tribe.
Zhu Rong also flew over.
“Let’s fight another round,” Han Muye’s voice came.
Another round?
Zhu Rong’s face showed a smile as intense flames rose from his body.
In front, the scattered cavalry started to spread out.
“Then let’s have a fight,” Zhu Rong shouted, and a ten-zhang silhouette emerged, stepping forward with golden-armored battle spears.
The scattered cavalry also charged towards him with cries.
But as they charged a short distance, Zhu Rong and the surrounding clansmen already noticed something different about the Monster Cavalry.
The cavalry were dispersed, but each had a specific position, and though their speeds varied, upon a closer look, there was a connection between them.
Zhu Rong, holding a war spear, wanted to strike, but for a moment, could not decide which direction to take first.
As he hesitated, the cavalry were already upon him.
Some thrust their spears, others slammed down heavy hammers.
All of them, whether they landed a hit or not, rode off into the distance.
Zhu Rong’s war spear struck nothing but air, and he himself was jolted, losing his footing.
This scene left the surrounding clan members agape.
“Hey—”
Zhu Rong was also angered, holding his long spear as he chased after the fleeing cavalry.
The cavalry accelerated, forming arcs, while the others slowly followed behind, looking for an opportunity to strike.
In this game of chase, without truly showing his strength, Zhu Rong really couldn’t defeat these cavalry.
“No way, they’re just running away like this, and that’s enough?”
“Is this the guidance from Senior Brother Han lately?”
“Believe it or not, Zhu Rong really can’t do anything about them.”
The surrounding clansmen’s discussions grew louder.
Many showed an expression of astonishment on their faces.
Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged, watching the chase unfold in front of him.
Zhu Rong naturally heard the discussions and with a flicker, a pair of flame wings unfurled behind him.
In a flash of the flame wings, he had already flown ahead of the fleeing cavalry.