Amon, The Legendary Overlord

Then a six-foot round shield formed. The shield appeared to be made of lightning lines, it was not known if it was resistant, but it sure was really cool!

"Did he manage to master this spell on the first day of class?" Old Hazael was the most surprised. Yes, it was a basic spell, but what Amon did was far superior to the shields that beginner students could do, if they could make a shield the size of their palm, you can say it's already a great feat, but check this out.

Old Hazael rubbed his eyes a few times to see if he wasn't hallucinating.

"Heavens!" Old Hazael realized that he had long underestimated Amon. Either it was that, or Amon already knew how to use this spell even before entering the university, however, that doesn't make sense, since it was a unique spell in the university, the chances of someone from outside having taught it is very low.

Also, Old Hazael knew almost everything about Amon's life, and he knew he hadn't come into contact with anyone who could teach him this spell.

The three-horned green gorilla was not intimidated, even snorted in contempt. He had full confidence in his physical strength, the green gorilla did not believe that a simple shield made of lightning could stop his super punch.

*BOOOOOOOOOM!*

When the gorilla descended and the punch slammed hard against the shield, sparks went off in all directions.

The gorilla didn't give up, he continued using his body weight, trying to break Amon's defense.

Gradually, Amon's feet sank into the ground. It was then that Ammon said in his mind: 'Speak up, obey my command and do my will, lightning!'

Suddenly, the shield disappeared, and before the green gorilla could be happy, a fist-thick bolt of lightning bolted from Amon's fist and pierced the green gorilla's head.

*Whoosh!*

Then the blood starts to ooze from the front and back of the green gorilla's head as it starts to fall towards the ground.

Not far away - Old Hazael had to take several deep breaths. 'First, it creates a 2 cubic meter round shield, and then it even creates a spell without reciting it out loud and on top of that, it was powerful enough to instantly kill a gorilla that has the strength of a human that has 70 cells filled. ?'

Barbara, Julia, Maisa was applauding, they greatly admired Amon's strength and genius. Even Ariel was applauding. At least she didn't have the confidence to do something like Amon did. She paid a lot of attention to the entire process, but she only had the confidence to recreate 50% of what Amon did, and that with greatly reduced power.

Coming out of his stupor, like an elder, he couldn't be too long surprised not to lose face. He walked over to the green gorilla and began taking out the most important parts.

First, he took out the horns, then the backbone, and then the monster core...

"Student Amon, you're in luck, he's already condensed a monster core, it can even be used to create a weapon for you, along with the backbone bone, taking in a good blacksmith, you won't have to. worry about getting a gun for a while." Old Hazael smiled.

"I understand." Amon nodded.

"Doesn't that get you excited?" Old Hazael found Amon's reaction very weak.

"Mm, until I create a genetic factor, it's going to be difficult for me to show a lot of emotions. If I do, I can get out of hand." Amon said.

"...okay, I won't ask anymore, I know there must be some secret behind this, but I won't snoop." Old Hazael said.

"Thanks." Amon thanked him sincerely. He really couldn't tell.

Old Hazael just waved his hand and continued to pick up the most important parts of the green gorilla.

After he finished, Old Man Hazael said: "This gorilla had no attribute, but he was incredibly strong, I lie, if you have to say an attribute, his would-be strength, even his core is strong. By the way, I'm a blacksmith, if you want, I can create a weapon to your liking, however, I'll just require the rest of the green monkey's body, which I'm a little interested in, are you okay?"

After he finished dismantling the three-horned green monkey, Old Hazael said, "This will be the first and only time I do this, next time you have to dismantle it."

"Okay." They agree.

Obviously, they couldn't rely on Old Hazael to do this for them.

"By the way, the pearl that was given to you when you entered here, it has a small cubic space, you can keep items you want to take out of this place inside that pearl." Old Hazael said.

"This is cool." Maisa always wanted something like that. With that, she could carry with her various clothes and bags, shoes, etc.

"Don't think this is something for leisure, it's best to reserve space if you find items of value." Old Hazael seemed to have read Maisa's mind as he said this.

Maisa: "..."

Old Hazael started taking some items out of a golden bracelet he wore.

"I will now forge a weapon for you, Amon." He looked at him, "Do you have a preference?"

"Gloves," Amon replied.

"Mm-hm." Old Hazael was thoughtful: "Considering the items to be used, a glove is ideal, but are you sure? Gloves are more for melee fighting, you have the lightning attribute, which is more conducive to long-distance fighting."

"I still want gloves." Amon was decisive.

"Okay, I promised I would make a weapon to your liking and that's what I'm going to do." Old Hazael asked, "About design, do you have any preferences?"

"I'll leave it to you," Amon said.

"All right." Old Hazael stopped asking questions.

He first created some spells to create a barrier and isolate the sound 100 meters around them.

With that, he got to work.

Different from what they thought it would be. Old Hazael placed all the materials needed to create the pair of gloves inside a cauldron. He thought: 'I still have that little trace of the golden crow's blood, it's already useless for me, it's worth using for my promising student...' soon something came up with a golden crow symbol, so he injected the genetics into the cauldron. Gradually, the golden raven symbol begins to glow while old Hazael had his eyes closed throughout the entire process.

A very strong and intimidating power was emitting from the cauldron, causing them to take a few steps back.

The process continued for a few minutes until it finally ended when Old Man Hazael opened his eyes with a happy smile.

'First, try success.' He was happy that he succeeded, he didn't always get it right away, and it would be shameful to fail in front of his students.

When he opened the cauldron, a pair of gloves floated into Old Hazael's hand.

The glove was mostly white, like the horns of the green gorilla, in the center where the forearm is, there was a pattern of a very intimidating golden crow. On the edges, it was golden and in the palm of the hand, it had a small open golden wing.

"It's beautiful~" Ariel said.

"Beautiful... In fact, it's beautiful, but I think it's kind of intimidating." Maisa said.

"That's what makes it so wonderful!" Ariel smiled.

"…" She and Ariel were certainly not on the same line of reasoning.

Even Old Hazael was surprised to see the golden crow pattern on the glove, he didn't expect it, as what he wore wasn't enough for such an effect, but that wasn't what surprised him the most. What left him with his jaw dropped was that this was a treasure that can grow with its owner. Heavens, was this the first time he had created something like this, and it was for someone else?

Of course, although jealous he wouldn't steal something from his student, he threw it at Amon and said, "You're lucky boy, dammit, I'm jealous of you, this has become a lifetime treasure!"

"Lifetime treasure?" Amon frowned doubtfully.

Old Hazael explained: "When you drop a drop of blood on it, it will become a part of you, and as you grow stronger, that pair of gloves gets strong along with you. Good heavens, I had to beg a master blacksmith to create a lifetime treasure for me, and you got it that way…Heavens aren't fair…" He pretended to let tears run down his wrinkled eyes.

"Mm, thanks for giving me something so nice?" Amon said.

"You really have to thank me, humph!" Old Hazael pretended to be in a bad mood, but then smiled: "Hurry up, drip your blood on this."

"Amon, congratulations!" Barbara said after getting out of her stupor.

Followed by Maisa, Julia, and Ariel.

"Thanks."

Just from the way Old Hazael said and reacted, it was clear it was a very good thing.

"Mm." Amon bit his thumb and dripped his blood onto his glove.

It was like she was happy to receive his blood. The pair of gloves floated and began to spin as it emitted strange sounds, something like a hawk's cry, and then fell back into Amon's palms.

Holding the glove, Amon could feel a strong connection with the gloves.

"My god, in addition to getting a lifetime treasure, is the bond with them already at this level?" Old Hazael wanted to cry, but he had no tears.

When Amon used the gloves, he felt he grew stronger, at least twice as strong. It was a nice feeling. A rare smile appeared on his face.