"..." Resting her chin in her hand, Tanshia Firlo's expression was somewhat subtle as she looked at the pile of weapons on the ground. The pile of weapons looked like a collection of miscellaneous brands.
But she knew very well that each of these weapons was no worse than the Sword of Protection.
In fact, as Zheng Yichen increased the number of times he forged them, the quality kept getting better.
The power was immense, and if used for self-destruction, could unleash even greater power.
At the same time, these weapons were also Zheng Yichen's sponsorship for enhancing allied forces' combat strength, a type of data-collection experiment.
"Alright, this will do for now." Zheng Yichen clapped his hands. There were still many faith factors, but not all of them could be used to make weapons, as some needed to be used on those Faith Gods.
Checking the time, there were only eight hours left of the forty-eight hours.
