Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

He had a long talk with the king.

After hearing his grand plan to defeat an army of 100,000 with 800 elite troops, Leylin simply smiled and offered no further comment.

Then he got to the point: "Father, I need some death row inmates."

The king nodded subconsciously: "If you want it, go to the prison and get it yourself... Wait!"

He suddenly became alert: "What do you want them to do?"

We must find out the truth, lest this son pull off some unmanageable "surprise".

Leylin frankly stated, "I have recently concocted several new magical potions with significant enhancement effects, but the side effects are unknown. I would like to find some death row inmates to test the effects, which would be more reliable."

Upon hearing that it was merely a drug trial and the risks seemed manageable, the king approved: "Alright, go to the prison and choose the people yourself, just don't arrest the wrong ones."

"Thank you, Father." After saying this, Lei Lin bowed and took his leave.

The king's gaze immediately returned to the gleaming "mountain of steel," his heart pounding with excitement.

He immediately summoned his guards: "Go, order the entire Royal Guard to assemble at the central training ground immediately!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The guard acknowledged the order and was about to turn around when the king called him back.

"Also, inform them that they do not need to wear their original armor or carry weapons today."

The king's eyes gleamed: "I... have another generous gift to present."

Although the guard was puzzled, he replied without hesitation, "Yes, sir! Order them not to bring weapons or armor!"

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Leylin was not in a hurry to go to the prison to pick up the person immediately.

He first arrived at the forest where he had used [Junyan] to blast out a giant meteorite crater several months ago.

In just a few months, the scene here had changed dramatically. Leylin released his senses and carefully investigated.

As a result, not a single goblin was found.

"It seems reality isn't a game; the 'respawn rate' of monsters isn't that high."

Leylin felt a little disappointed, as he couldn't find a group of low-level monsters to practice or test his skills on for the time being.

However, he had another purpose for this trip.

With a thought, Leylin poured out a large amount of materials from his personal storage space—

It mainly consisted of the most common iron and steel ingots, in astonishing quantities, which quickly piled up into a real mountain of metal on the open ground.

"With my forging skills that span several worlds, I should be able to turn even ordinary steel into something magical."

The dragon Leylin successfully embarked on the "Path to Godhood," seizing some of the Dragon King's authority, and his alchemy skills naturally improved as well.

Leylin shared this powerful alchemy.

In the past, he could easily create "lower-level" items; it was as simple as having hands.

Now, he can do it without using his hands.

He stared at the mountain of metal before him, and his eyes suddenly lit up with dazzling golden light!

The light was not an illusion, but rather like molten liquid gold, containing a tangible majesty and power, as if two suns were soaring in the sky.

He didn't even need to chant lengthy dragon script; he simply infused his will into his words and calmly uttered a single word to the pile of lifeless objects:

"【die】!"

Like the power of the Word of Judgment, it is activated with the sound.

In an instant, a strange change occurred.

The luster of all the metals instantly dimmed and faded, turning into a lifeless gray-black, as if they had been stripped of their "activity" on a conceptual level and entered an absolute state of "death".

Having confirmed that the metal was "dead," Leylin spoke again, issuing a completely opposite order:

"【live】!"

The gray-black hue receded like the tide, and the metal surface regained its metallic shine, even more so than before!

A faint but real "spiritual" fluctuation began to emerge and pulsate within all the metals.

They have been "resurrected" and given the most basic vitality.

The time had come, and Leylin uttered the third word:

"【Refine】!"

boom--!

The dense fire element in the air was instantly ignited, turning into a raging golden-red flame that completely engulfed the entire active metal mountain.

The high temperature distorted the air, but under Leylin's precise control, the flames were as docile as lambs.

Even more amazingly, the molten metal did not flow randomly, but instead automatically shaped itself in the flames, began to differentiate, and then condensed.

Swords revealed their sharp edges, armor outlined its shape, and shields took shape...

The entire process was like a manifestation of divine will—efficient, precise, and full of beauty.

The flames slowly died down.

Ten thousand sets of uniformly designed weapons and armor were neatly arranged on the spot!

The cold light was sharp and the faint glow was intermittent, emanating a uniform, weak magical fluctuation.

These are all made of Valyrian steel, but they are not the originals. The originals were born from dragon fire and blood sacrifice.

But now, there's no need for such trouble; Leylin can create it with just a thought.

The golden light in Leylin's eyes dimmed, returning to normal.

He let out a soft sigh of relief.

"By leveraging the powerful mental strength gained from activating the Golden Eyes and a portion of the Dragon King's authority, one can invoke the power of laws, akin to the Word of Judgment, simply by using words."

"To say it is dead is to say it is conceptually 'dead'; to say it is alive is to say it is 'alive' in a basic sense... As long as one's mental strength is strong enough, one can theoretically even command all things."

Leylin was well aware of the nature and limits of this power; he was far from reaching the point where his words could become law and he could control everything.

However, it is more than enough to complete this scale of activation smelting.

He casually picked up a longsword and used [Item Appraisal].

Feedback result: [Lower Tier] Magical weapon/armor.

"With more effort and the use of more rare materials, it wouldn't be difficult to forge equipment of the [Superior] or even higher quality," Raylin pondered.

"But it's unnecessary. For ordinary soldiers whose average level is only around 10, [lower-level] magic equipment is already a transformative upgrade."

"If the equipment is too good, they won't be able to control it, and it might even attract unwanted attention."

After all, this equipment was forged using dragon alchemy as its core technique.

If the quality is too high, it may require dragon blood to activate, or the user may need to have a considerable amount of mental strength to unleash its full power, which would be undesirable.

With a wave of his hand, he retrieved all 10,000 sets of brand-new standard equipment into his personal space.

These were just mass-produced standard equipment for him, but for ordinary soldiers, they were divine weapons and armor that could greatly improve their survival rate and combat effectiveness.

The sharp, enchanted weapon is enough to easily tear through the orcs' prized, tough hide.

The sturdy magical armor can effectively withstand blows powerful enough to shatter bones.

With these, human soldiers will have the confidence to truly fight when facing demi-human races with superior physical abilities.

"This batch of equipment is enough to serve as the starting point for the legion's equipment upgrade. As the soldiers' strength improves and they make meritorious contributions, we will gradually replace them with more advanced equipment."

Raylin was renowned for his planning. He then opened his furnace and crafted a small quantity of [Intermediate] and [Superior] quality equipment, as reserves and future rewards.

After finishing all that, another thought came to mind.

"Should we replicate the Seven Deadly Sins created by the Lord of Bronze and Fire?"

The dragon Leylin has seen the Seven Deadly Sins.

After all, the dragon Leylin stole part of the Dragon King's authority. Whose authority did he steal? Naturally, he would steal from whoever was easiest to steal from.

Through the memories of the dragon Leylin, Leylin obtained some of the design concepts and forging ideas for the peerless swords [Seven Deadly Sins], forged by Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, to kill his own kind.

Raylin wants to recreate it now, but he doesn't know if he can.

After all, he only possessed a portion of the authority of the King of Bronze and Fire, not the King of Bronze and Fire himself (the dragon).

He immediately shook his head.

"Although I have acquired some of his authority, I am not Norton himself, and any attempt to imitate him is merely a superficial imitation."

"I need to get all of his design ideas... or I can slowly figure it out through trial and error."

This matter requires careful consideration.

"So, next..." Leylin's eyes flickered slightly as he looked toward the Royal City Prison.

"We should verify the specific effects of the [Bloodline Evolution Potion] on humans, and what the side effects are."