Chapter 101 Mecha Manufacturing

"This class ends here. Let's end the get out of class."

Wu Zhangkong said this coldly, then left with Shen Yi.

Wu Siduo came to Chen Yan with complicated eyes. Ever since Chen Yan showed his aura, she felt conflicted. She felt that the position of class monitor was given to her because he didn't want her. The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't accept it.

Chen Yan looked at Wu Siduo who was standing beside him, and vaguely remembered that he seemed to have made an appointment with Wu Siduo to make a mecha together today?
He glanced at Gu Yuena with a questioning look in his eyes. Gu Yuena nodded imperceptibly, and Chen Yan understood.

Fortunately, after they gave him the mecha features they wanted, he took the opportunity to process it during the after-class discussion with the ten-person group and forged all the metals in one go.

Today we are going to witness Li Mingxuan's production skills.

"Well, let's go."

They rented a room in the Mecha Manufacturing Association for 2,000 contribution points per month, and the area was less than 80 square meters.

In other words, the combined monthly cadre allowance for the four of them could barely cover one month's rent.

At this time in the manufacturing room, three people stood on one side, and Li Mingxuan stood in front of the manufacturing table.

In front of him was a forearm armor that had been shaped. It was made of Nether Iron. This metal had a cold and gloomy attribute and a rare dark attribute. Although it had a special quality, few people used it, and there were still a lot of mines, so the price was not too expensive.

Although it has special properties, it is only a medium-level metal in terms of quality. This also shows that Wu Siduo does not want to invest too many resources in mechas, and her future is ultimately battle armor.

Li Mingxuan stood where he was, took out a carving knife, and took a deep breath.

In fact, he could have used his martial soul to make it, but unfortunately Wu Siduo's attributes did not match his holy sword, so he could only choose a carving knife with a lower proficiency level.

He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the design drawings that he had been familiar with for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, he had a clear idea in mind.

A fourth-level mecha maker can already forge a one-word battle armor. If the soul power is sufficient, a one-word battle armor with spiritual alloy is also possible. Therefore, it is relatively easy for Li Mingxuan to make a single metal of the first grade of Qianforging into a mecha with lower requirements.

During the production process, the manufacturers cannot have any pause or mistakes. Otherwise, the final core formation will be flawed, which is absolutely a disaster for the performance of a mecha, because in this case, poor soul flow is still a basic operation. If it is more serious, it may even affect the coordination of the mecha's limbs and make it a pile of scrapped junk before it leaves the factory.

To become a qualified mecha maker, skills, soul power, mental strength, consciousness, and understanding are all indispensable. This is why it is called the most comprehensive of all secondary professions. Under Li Mingxuan's sliding carving knife, shallow lines appeared on the nether iron, and then began to become deeper from the initial shallowness, and gradually became more complex from the initial simplicity. The textures also gradually blended together from the original unrelatedness. His soul power was transmitted to this arm armor through the carving knife, resonating with the metal.

The dark color of the Nether Iron itself slowly emitted a hazy light, and the lines seemed to come alive in the eyes of everyone, wandering and flowing on the surface of the Nether Iron, and the faint breath of life gradually became solid.

Thousand Forgings of the First Grade is already very close to Spirit Forging. Although it cannot give life to metal like Spirit Forging, it still strengthens its life breath.

Chen Yan felt the cheers of the metal at the side. At this moment, it was like a baby, stretching its limbs and slowly growing stronger. As Li Mingxuan's soul power increased, the carving knife shone brightly. The soul power with bright attributes became dark under the transformation of the carving knife. He kept waving the carving knife, and the dark soul power was released from the tip of the knife, interweaving into a large net, surrounding the net, and deepening the marks on it again.

At this point, the patterns on the arm armor have reached saturation. Since it is not the core component of the mecha, there are relatively few formations distributed on it, and it will naturally take less time.

As Li Mingxuan's momentum reached its peak, the carving knife began to show a scene of a bright handle and a dark blade. Under the crazy injection of soul power, the carving knife could no longer transform his soul power, and the aura it released became more and more powerful. The two mutually repelling attributes made the aura more terrifying, and there was a hint of instability.

Li Mingxuan frowned, he felt the load on the carving knife, knowing that if he continued like this, not only would the carving knife not be able to bear it, but he himself might also be injured by the backlash of soul power. He had to find a balance point that would allow him to complete the forging of the arm armor without exceeding the limit of the carving knife.

This knife was a bad buy. He had bought a level 4 carving knife to prevent this kind of situation, but he didn't expect that it would still be insufficient due to the attribute conflict. Li Mingxuan sighed in his heart. The millions of federal coins he spent on the carving knife to help Wu Siduo were obviously wasted.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and the flow of his soul power, concentrated his mental power, and began to try to control his soul power in a more delicate and subtle way.

His technique became softer, and the carving knife's movement on the Nether Iron also became gentler.

As he adjusted, the light and dark attributes on the carving knife gradually found a delicate balance. Li Mingxuan's soul power was like flowing water, with both strength and agility, and it resonated more harmoniously with the nether iron.

Each time he carved it, it was more precise, and each pattern seemed to be designed in advance, blending together perfectly. In his hands, the Nether Iron was like a living being that could breathe, and each breath was synchronized with his soul power.

As time went by, the forging of the arm armor gradually came to an end. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Li Mingxuan's forehead, but he did not relax at all. Because of the problem of the carving knife's properties, he had to spend more energy to make this one-thousand-forged-first-grade object.

He began to concentrate his soul power on the core part of the arm armor, which was the formation hub of the entire arm armor and the key to determining its performance.

Finally, with the completion of the last pattern, the arm armor was finished. Li Mingxuan slowly retracted the carving knife, and a relaxed look appeared on his face.

Finally succeeded!
The arm armor in his hand emitted a faint light, a light full of vitality. It seemed to announce to the world that it was no longer just a dead object, but a masterpiece with a soul.

(End of this chapter)