Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1448: I Want Veterans

A flicker of pride warmed her chest. "Luckily, the boy had the sense to show them this simple method," Ellina muttered under her breath. "If he had asked them to forge flying weapons or high-tier artefacts on their first try, we’d be standing in a graveyard of wasted ore."

She took a certain academic pleasure in downplaying the difficulty. To her, comparing the construction of these specialised spears to the intricate, multi-layered soul-binding required for flying weaponry was almost insulting to her craft.

Yet, in her heart, she knew she was being unfair. She saw the sweat on the brows of her masters and the intense focus in their eyes; they weren’t just making spears, they were striving for a perfection that could withstand a god’s wrath.

Ellina hadn’t been there to witness William’s original miracle, but the stories had reached her in fragments—first from Kong, then from the Fourth Elder of the Long clan. When the manual had finally been delivered to the Academy’s forging department, she had treated it like a holy scripture.

"And yet, we didn’t just settle for being students," she whispered, a small, triumphant light shining in her eyes.

Over the years, the Academy hadn’t just preserved William’s manual; they had experimented with it. They had introduced subtle modifications, merging William’s unique resonance techniques with the Academy’s traditional metallurgical secrets.

It wasn’t a radical departure—William’s foundation was too perfect to dismantle—but it was an evolution.

They had created a hybrid manual, something that William himself hadn’t taught them. It was their own contribution to the miracle, and they intended to take full credit for the results.

However, she was in total agreement with Kong on one point: the hybrid manual was a state secret. The demonstration Kong was giving now utilised the original, "purer" method William had taught.

When it came time for the Academy’s elite to arm themselves, they would use their specially modified techniques in the privacy of their own workshops.

The teaching session was remarkably brief, lasting just under an hour. These were, after all, some of the finest smiths in the known world; they didn’t need to be told how to hold a hammer.

They only needed to be shown the "spirit" of the piece. To save on resources and time, each master was tasked with producing only a dozen spears.

It was a small enough number to prevent exhaustion, yet large enough for the instructors to walk through the rows, inspecting the work and catching errors in execution.

For the most part, the progress was smooth. These masters were professionals, and their hands were steady. The only recurring issue was the unique "resonance hammering" method William had pioneered.

To the smiths of the Long clan and the Academy, it was second nature, but to the outsiders from the other thirty-three factions, it was a bizarre and counterintuitive way to cleanse a mould. It required the smith to strike the metal not to shape it, but to make it "sing" at a specific frequency.

Under the guidance of Kong’s instructors, the errors were quickly corrected. The plaza rang with the sound of thousands of hammers finding the right note, a rhythmic clanging that seemed to vibrate in the very stones of the city.

As the first batch of finished spears was cooled in the quenching vats, Fang stepped forward. He reached out and picked up a spear that Kong had personally forged. He balanced the weapon in his hand, squinting at the dull, greyish sheen of the metal.

"So... these are the famous spears?" Fang asked, his voice dripping with scepticism. He turned the weapon over, inspecting the tip. It looked ordinary—dangerously ordinary.

"I’ve fought Scarlet Bears, Kong. I’ve seen them shrug off enchanted axes and walk through walls of fire. I’ll be honest with you... I don’t see how these toothpicks are going to stop a single one of those monsters, let alone a tide."

"The spear is only half of the equation, Fang," Berry interrupted, her voice cutting through the warrior’s scepticism like a cold blade. She didn’t look at the weapon in his hand; her focus was already shifting toward the next phase of the operation.

She turned her back to the sprawling plaza and the heat of the furnaces, facing the gathered faction leaders with an expression of absolute resolve. "A weapon is only as effective as the hand that wields it—and we have to teach those hands a new way of war.

Bring forth a group of one thousand masters from each faction. I want veterans, men and women with long experience in the field. Gather them now and follow me."

Berry didn’t wait for a response or a confirmation. She moved with a purpose that left no room for debate. The faction leaders, sensing the shift in the air, didn’t hesitate.

They had already anticipated that the spears were not a magical solution on their own. Every leader in the room knew the terrifying reality: a single Scarlet Bear usually required a coordinated team of Dark Gold-grade masters just to suppress it, let alone kill it.

The idea that a simple iron spear could change that dynamic was a riddle that required a second act.

Because of this foresight, most factions had already handpicked their most elite and battle-hardened subordinates, keeping them in reserve within the city walls.

They knew a follow-up move was coming—one that required blood and bone rather than hammers and tongs.

For those few leaders who had been less prepared, the city became a scene of frantic activity as subordinates were dispatched to the front lines to pull masters from active duty and bring them back through the portals.

In less than ten minutes, the logistics were settled. Berry stood before a sea of power. Over thirty thousand experienced warriors were assembled in the grand square, their auras clashing and mingling to create a pressure that would have brought a normal person to their knees.

Every single one was a Dark Gold-grade master. It was a force of nature—a grand army that, under normal circumstances, could have laid waste to an entire kingdom in a single afternoon.