NOVEL NEXT Chapter 125: The Legendary Weapon of the Territory_2
If it were more violent, a heroic strike, a fierce swing of the war sword would directly sever the Giant Dragon's neck, at most only two or three meters, decapitating the dragon with one blow.
The Thunderstorm Wind Power Field Sword possesses such terrifying destructive power.
[Thunderstorm Wind Power Field Battle Sword]
[Quality: Legendary Level]
[Tier: Tier Four]
[Position: Weapon]
[Durability: 600/600]
[Equipment Requirements: Physique 180, Will 180]
[Swing Damage 916-1012]
[Piercing Damage 1350-1687]
[Physique +8]
[Will +8]
[+60% Piercing Damage]
[+110-130% Damage Enhancement]
[+100% Physical Damage]
[+100% Thunder Damage]
[+15% Critical Strike]
[+150% Critical Strike Effect]
[Legendary Level Trait (Purple) Thunderbolt Flash: Thunder pierces the sky, swift and fierce. Attack speed will increase piercing damage by a coefficient, triggering a critical strike that puts the opponent in a broken armor state, reducing physical defense by 50% for 3 seconds.]
The data and traits of the Thunderstorm Wind Power Field Battle Halberd and Thunderstorm Wind Power Field Battle Sword are the same, both achieving extreme excellence in one aspect, specifically in maximizing physical damage and armor penetration.
After all, in this world, more than 95% of units cannot immune physical damage. As long as the opponent cannot immune physical damage, then the ultimate physical output and armor penetration will still cause unparalleled damage.
No need to include various complex divine damage or true damage; the effect is equally piercing to the bone. When the opponent's armor is nearly nonexistent, the soaring physical damage value and output strength far outweigh a small amount of true damage.
Lin Rui casually put all four weapons into the Space Equipment. He intended to give the halberd to the Celestial Punishment Fear Knight, and naturally, the longsword to the two Knight Kings.
However, the Celestial Punishment Fear Knight had no issues; the two Knight Kings were not yet equipped to wield these two longswords temporarily. Violet and Richard's tiers were slightly lower. Richard had just risen to Tier One, and Violet had not yet advanced to Tier Three.
Thus, Lin Rui carried the Legendary Level Equipment to his little aunt Shirley's Potion Workshop, intending to use potions to enhance the attributes of the Territorial Soldiers for tier advancement.
The scenery of the Potion Workshop compared to the Armory was completely different. Shirley might be a bit muddled, and her clothes were always somewhat disheveled, but her Potion Workshop remained highly organized.
Inside the room, apart from the herbal aroma, there was a unique elegant fragrance belonging to a mature woman.
The simplistic and clean workshop was very quiet, with the sound of potions bubbling in test tubes clearly audible.
However, the workshop's owner was nowhere to be seen.
The open door with no one around, could it be that Soro had called her away?
Or had she been kidnapped by an Explorer?
But presumably, no Explorer would be so bold. This isn't a game; everyone's lives are singular. Bagging Shirley and trying to leave the territory would get them slashed to pieces by the guardians.
Lin Rui thought they would try to seduce Shirley rather than kidnap her. After all, this little aunt is around thirty years old, without any resistance to male charm, constantly caught in Seductive Torture Corrosion, fostering romantic dreams daily.
Thinking about this, Lin Rui suddenly froze because he really heard a woman's painful moan. The soft voice was unmistakably little aunt Shirley's, intermingled with slight sobbing.
The sound grew louder and clearer, finally turning from sobbing to crying, "Enough! Enough! I said enough, why is it still happening!"
The tearful and lamenting voice revealed genuine satisfaction mixed with grievances, and a hint of coquettishness.
Lin Rui was momentarily clueless about how to face her; what is she doing in broad daylight with the door open?
"Eh, Lord, you're here too?" The sudden voice from behind made Lin Rui's entire body tense instantly. Please don't misunderstand; he merely happened to come inside, absolutely not indulging in wall-climbing and eavesdropping!
Lin Rui turned to look; the speaker was indeed the Soro summoning Shirley.
No sooner had Soro spoken, a voice filled with excitement came from below a hidden place under a cabinet within the room, "Lord!"
The next moment, a smooth, snow-white arm stretched out from under the cabinet, trying weakly to prop up the delicate body beneath it.
But obviously, the delicate body was very weak; she couldn't stand up despite trying several times.
Soro asked in surprise, "Lord, what happened to her? Should we go and help her up?"
Before Lin Rui could reply, Shirley cried out, "Lord, come and help me up; I'm almost being tortured to death."
You're almost being tortured to death, yet why are you so justified?
Lin Rui had no choice but to carefully walk over. Only after turning behind the counter did he see his little aunt lying in a mess below the cabinet. Her clothes were still disheveled, her condition worse today, her hair disheveled, scattered over her fair neck.
And what had tormented her so miserably was her old acquaintance—the books on the cabinet—scattered everywhere, with one opened and laying across her disordered chest.
She cried even more piteously upon Lin Rui's approach, clutching her swollen forehead and moaning, "Lord, can you please stop using that red light to bombard me? I really don't want it anymore. I was standing nicely beside the cabinet making potions, and the books suddenly fell one after another, I couldn't stand, directly passed out on the ground.
"Look at my head; is it swollen from being hit? If it disfigures me, what will I do? I'll never get married!"
"I'm already 32 years old, Lord. If I can't marry, I'll become an old maid! A 32-year-old maiden, never having experienced that kind of happiness. Can you understand?"
"Well… well, I'm sorry, I can't quite understand. After all, I'm only 21." Lin Rui supported her soft arm and helped her up.
Shirley's face turned red as she said, "Lord, what are you talking about? Ah, ah, ah,~ what to do? Just skin-contact with the male God, these few intimate seconds, a thousand and one poses have already flashed in my mind."
Lin Rui helplessly placed his hand on his forehead and asked, "Shirley, are you confused again by the books about separating what you think from what you say?"
Shirley instantly widened her eyes, tightly covering her chin; her fair cheeks quickly turned red enough to drip water.
It's said women are made of water, and this little aunt is definitely mature and charming enough to drip water.
"Forget it, I'll check for myself." Lin Rui dared not engage in further communication with her, or else who knows what seductive fantasies she might be secretly nurturing.
Lin Rui opened her Attribute Panel for a look; still displaying that fragile physique, just like she said, fearing accidental exhaustion.
However, the traits had already undergone significant changes, with the Lucky Coin selecting her four times.
One instance elevated [Add a Little] to another level, reaching Heroic Spirit Level.
[Add a Little·Heroic Spirit Level Trait: Add a little of this, add a little of that, brewing potions is like an unknown marvelous adventure, you never know what result a little added thought will ultimately produce. 40% probability adds a negative effect to the potion, 40% probability enhances potion quality by one rank, 20% probability enhances potion quality by two ranks, 18% probability adds a positive effect to the potion, 1.5% probability upgrades the potion to Legendary Level quality. 0.5% probability confers all the above positive effects to the potion.]
Another instance endowed her with an additional trait.
[Add a Little·Rare Level Trait: When the dough is too thick, add water; too thin, add dough. Add a little to the left, a little to the right, and ultimately obtain a large piece of raw material. During potion production, 100% probability guarantees twice the production quantity, 50% probability produces two potions at once, 30% probability produces three potions at once, 15% probability produces four potions at once, 5% probability produces five potions at once.]
After reviewing her new trait, Lin Rui couldn't assess her accurately. Clearly a powerful industrialization trait maximizing production capacity, yet oddly muddled much like things this dark circle little aunt would concoct during potion making.