Heim Horn stared at the shattered, dimly lit sky with a grave expression.

He led the mages onto the shattered floating rocks, manipulating phantoms to flash across the sky, with countless phantoms landing on the rocks.

The instant he touched the rock, Heim Horn and the phantom overlapped, completely exchanging positions.

Many mages followed closely behind Heim, their bodies fueled by various magical forces, causing sand to fly, flames to flicker, and water to surge...

They set foot on the floating island with the same swift pace.

Looking around, the once chaotic scene has been cleansed by endless purifying power, and its original appearance has been completely destroyed.

The group stepped onto the floating rocks and continued to traverse the floating rocks below the obscure sky.

The closer they got to the lower levels, the more intense the heat they felt became.

The pumice beneath our feet gradually turned from warm to scorching hot, and cracks even appeared on the huge rocks due to the high temperature.

The air seemed to boil, making Heim Horn feel a burning, scorching heat, as if it were evaporating all the blood in his body.

It's like an active volcano, churning with angry lava.

Many mages still followed Heim Horn, even though the environment here was terribly harsh.

However, the deeper one goes into the lower levels, the fewer mages there are who can work with Heim Horn.

The surrounding winds became extremely violent, and the enormous impact even caused Heim's legs, which were resting on the floating rocks, to be pulled back a few feet.

Even with magic protecting the body, it was difficult to withstand the terrifying scorching heat and storm.

He continued to manipulate magic, leading the mages further down the path.

Soon, a huge pumice rock appeared in front of Heim.

The massive pumice even glowed red, and the intense heat made him feel somewhat disoriented.

He steadied himself and turned his gaze forward.

This was a vast, open plain of floating rocks, and Heim had a feeling that Viktor was here.

He summoned magic and flew onto the floating rocks.

He looked around as soon as he stepped onto the plain.

The figure in the black trench coat has vanished without a trace.

What came into view was a burly dwarf.

Together with a huge furnace.

That's Ryan Kent.

He was shirtless, holding steel pliers in one hand, gripping the red-hot steel rock.

With his other hand, he gripped a heavy hammer and pounded it repeatedly on the anvil.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The sound of metal clashing echoed continuously, vibrating and shattering the surrounding air.

Blue flames overflowed from the formation beneath him, climbing up his white beard.

Blue flames burned atop Ryan's white beard, like the roar of an angry beast.

His strong, powerful muscles were drenched in sweat as he pounded the heavy hammer against the scorching iron plate.

The furnace in front of him seemed to come from hell, burning with crimson flames and billowing thick smoke.

The flames illuminated Ryan's skin, turning it a deep red, and even the finest beads of sweat evaporated instantly.

The countless mages present were all stunned into silence the moment they saw him.

Among the mages present, none were unaware of Ryan Kent's name.

He was the most famous blacksmith among the dwarves.

He is also a world-renowned magic craftsman.

Few people have actually seen Ryan Kent forging.

It is said that he always carried a stove and an iron hammer with him.

Legend has it that his furnace is fueled by a fire that grows naturally in the snow-capped mountains, and that flame will never go out.

That iron hammer was struck by a god who broke off the ram's horn, burying it in the land of wind and frost.

Ultimately, it was taken by Ryan Kent and forged into a powerful hammer capable of shattering any material.

With these two items, plus Ryan Kent's proud forging skills.

He can use whatever materials he has on hand, anytime and anywhere, whenever he wants.

Even a small piece of steel rock can be forged in his hands into a blade more resilient than those used by the kingdom's warriors.

This time, however, the mages truly saw it.

They were in extremely harsh conditions.

All around, there was scorching, towering lava and a raging, furious storm.

But it is precisely in these two environments that we find ourselves.

He was like an indomitable spirit between heaven and earth, his roaring hammer wielding to express all the resentment in his heart.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

His fighting ability is probably not as good as most of the members of parliament.

But he is absolutely the most respected master blacksmith.

The Unyielding Blue Flame Forge

Ryan Kent.

Haim Horn stared at Ryan Kent.

He didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

Ryan was swinging his iron hammer, constantly striking the red-hot iron rock, generating extremely terrifying temperatures and sparks.

That fiery red, charred thing.

It was clearly the hottest lava that could only be obtained from the volcano.

He kept hammering and shaping the lava.

The already scorching lava was struck again and again.

It was as if the surrounding air had been burned away.

With a slam of the hammer, he grabbed a lump of pitch-black chaos that lay beside him.

The energy of the chaotic dragon scales seemed to adhere to his hand. He plucked off a fragment and spread it into the forged iron.

Each massive strike caused the space to explode with sound waves.

The massive metal was gradually shaped by repeated collisions.

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