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Next, they had to start putting the things together. Since the draws had delivered on their processed materials, Abel was not lacking in any kind.

When it came to making giant objects, the dwarves would normally divide them into parts before putting them all together.

Abel’s super cannon was 10 meters long and 1 meter wide, and this improved version had a square barrel instead of a circular one.

At the end of the barrel was a giant base filled with magic circles for generating energy and minimizing shocks.

It was basically a dream compared to the cannon of Abel’s past life.

So Abel could only blame himself for not having any talent for designing. After all, it was all the good works of his Grandmasters.

But when it comes to making the thing, Abel had a better method than the dwarves.

He returned to the Dark World and took out the Horadric Malus in the Rogue Encampment.

He then dumped out the materials from his holy portal bag onto the ground.

After everything was set, he summoned his angel body.

Its wings expanded as soon as it appeared, and it only stopped when it reached 10 meters tall.

Since Abel’s body was 95% energy, he could finally control his size.

When he reached 100% energy, he could even control his form.

But of course, normal god ranks would not expand their body like this because it would increase their chance of getting hit and the energy it took was no joke as well.

The angel body began to glow, and the crystal angel statue in his druid soul began to transform light energy into faith.

Abel interacted with many gods, but they all needed to sacrifice faith in exchange for energy. His angel body, on the other hand, had no followers, but it managed to survive to this day with this method.

His angel body grabbed the Horadric Malus with its power of the will, and it flew towards its hand.

During the process, that tiny malus also expanded to suit the angel body’s 10 meters tall figure.

With 2 waves, it mastered its movements.

After all, Abel was a grandmaster blacksmith, and the angel body possessed his consciousness.

The angel body then arrived at the volcano. Since the forgery he was about to make was too big, a normal furnace would not do the trick.

Since his angel body had a high fire resistance and Abel had the highest authority in Doff’s kingdom, nothing could hurt him.

The angel body stepped onto the volcano, and the lava wrapped around it, but it had zero effect on it.

These were the good things of being in a god’s kingdom. As long as you are willing to sacrifice faith, anything is possible.

As the angel body walked towards the peak of the volcano, the 20 flaming elves flew out.

He was about to make one of the most powerful weapons in this world on a volcano with 20 flaming elves flying above him. It was a scene he couldn’t imagine even in his dreams.

Meanwhile, a blacksmith dwarf from afar caught sight of that giant angel body standing on top of the volcano.

It was originally none of his business, but he couldn’t help but pause after noticing the Horadric malus.

The Horadric malus looked nothing like a normal blacksmith hammer, but for a blacksmith who did forgery for his entire life, he was certain that it was a blacksmith hammer.

“What is it about to do?” He thought to himself as a burning passion ignited from his heart.

The angel’s body waved, and faith began to gather into a giant blacksmith bench that suited its body.

Afterward, the materials Abel dumped out appeared In mid-air in front of it.

As the flames from the volcano intensified, lava shot out from the ground, and the flaming elves also spit out their flames as support.

Soon, those special materials in mid air began to soften and merged together into a glowing red blob.

Abel then controlled with his power of the will, and the blob landed on the bench.

He lifted up the Horadric malus and heavily slammed down. Bang!

“Our great god is a grandmaster blacksmith!” The dwarves gasped.

The god of fire was the god of blacksmiths, but he could not do forgery. At least the blacksmiths in the kingdom never saw him do so.

However, their new god was doing forgery with the skill of a Grandmaster. It was not something that could be faked.

For grandmasters who’ve been doing forgery non-stop ever since they arrived at this kingdom, no one could understand how precise that strike was more than them.

The bang traveled to the ears of more blacksmiths, and more of them stopped out of their guild.

But Abel did not care. He was giving his forgery his full concentration.

Since this forgery process needed skills from a Grandmaster alchemist as well, he kept connecting to his human body, who stood far away from the volcano.

The Horadric malus kept changing the size of his hand to shape the details.

Soon, a 10 meters long square barrel was formed. He then ignited his alchemy power, and metallurgy materials appeared in front of him.

The reason he did not make the cannon entirely out of metallurgy material was that he was about to use the 33#zod rune, so that would be a waste, even for a wealthy man like himself.

With its indestructible attribute, the strength of the material was not a problem.

The metallurgy material wrapped around the barrel with gold sparks.

“Our great god is a master Alchemist as well!” Another blacksmith dwarf gasped.

“You are wrong, only a grandmaster alchemist is capable of such great alchemy power!” Another blacksmith dwarf shook his head.

Since the profession of blacksmith needed to work with alchemists, he knew Abel’s power was definitely not as simple as it looked.

After the barrel was done, Abel finished the base and the supporting circles with no hassle as well.

Finally, he waved his hand, and everything vanished from the volcano and appeared beside Abel’s human body.

His angel body followed and shrunk into its normal size before entering back into Abel’s human body. Abel’s human grabbed the Horadric malus and began to put away the things he made. Suddenly, he noticed his blacksmith dwarves had gotten a lot more faithful to the point even comparable to the Barbarians.

Abel turned towards the guilds and saw a bunch of blacksmith dwarves with a stunned look on their faces. For those who spent a lifetime in forgery, what Abel did was too shocking.

They just couldn’t help but increase their faith.

Abel smiled. Well, that was a surprise.

Doing forgery with his angel body was so much fun.

The next tasks were no longer his business. Although the dwarves could help, a better candidate would be the magic circle spirit.

Abel returned to the golden castle and arrived at the balcony and let out the parts of his cannon since they were too big for his storage room.

“Brother Abel, what’s that?” Gold Dragon Kemble asked in confusion.

“A weapon I made!” Abel replied as he connected to the magic circle spirit and transferred the instructions.

“What for, hitting people!” Black Dragon Prague saw the barrel and said.

After all, it looked like a giant rod.

“Prague, It’s still not finished yet!” Abel said.

With the power of a giant dragon, Black Dragon Prague might break the thing if he played with it before he installed the 33#zod rune.

After all, it only had a thin layer of metallurgy material on the surface.

“Blue dragon Abel, then I’ll play with it once you are finished!” Black Dragon Prague turned away and said.

Abel smiled. Maybe black dragon Prague would change his mind once he saw the power of the final product.

Afterward, he summoned 10 worker puppets, and they began to etch magic circles on the parts.

They were even more efficient than master magic circle makers since they could use their body energy to ignite the circles.

The dragons watched from the side and sighed. Those things were even more skillful than the dwarves..