Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1458: Let’s Forge Different Flying Weapons!

Ellina meticulously tested how the liquefied ores behaved, noting the colour of the slag, the specific hue of the sparks they emitted when struck by a hammer, and the structural integrity of the metal once it had cooled back into a solid state.

Slowly but surely, she worked her way through the vast treasury provided by William’s companions.

After four more gruelling hours under the scorching heat of the portable forges, she finally finished her evaluation. On one side of the field, a collection of thirty-two distinct materials sat grouped together—her final selection.

"Does making flying spears truly require all these different materials?" Sara asked from the sidelines, her voice tinged with scepticism. As the granddaughter of the Academy Grandmaster, she possessed both the technical knowledge and the social standing to question Ellina’s process so directly.

Ellina paused, a strange, slightly embarrassed expression crossing her face. "Oh, it’s not just for the flying spears," she admitted, her tone shifting. "I realised we could do more than just replicate the original design. I thought we could implement further edits—not just for spears, but for arrows, daggers, and even swords. So..."

"You plan to experiment with new designs using these precious materials?" Lara interrupted, her eyes wide with surprise. She looked at Ellina as if the forge master had suddenly lost her mind or suffered a fracture in her spirit. In their current situation, using rare materials for research felt like a dangerous gamble.

"It’s for the greater good," Ellina insisted, realising she needed to justify her ambition to the doubtful crowd. "Think about it. We are going to hand these weapons over to our strongest masters.

Not all of them share the same combat styles. Some prefer short-range weapons like daggers, others are masters of the longsword, and a few specialise in long-range precision with bows and arrows. If we only give them spears, we are forcing them to fight inefficiently."

Anjie, seeing the logic behind the plan, stepped forward to offer her support. "I understand," she said firmly. "Let’s do our best to provide options. Our strongest masters should be as comfortable as possible. Giving them a weapon they are accustomed to—but empowered by these materials—will make them twice as deadly."

The others exchanged long, silent looks. For a moment, it felt as though Anjie’s support wasn’t entirely based on tactical logic.

Those who knew her well suspected she simply couldn’t pass up the chance for her Academy masters to gain experience in crafting every possible variation of flying weaponry.

In fact, had they been in private, Anjie probably would have hugged Ellina in a fit of professional excitement.

As the realisation of Anjie’s hidden enthusiasm dawned on the group, a ripple of silent agreement passed through the faction leaders. After a brief deliberation, the decision was finalised: they would support Ellina’s expanded project.

"If we are going to do this, I need to send a team back to William," Lara declared, having settled on their course of action. She began gathering a small sample of every selected ore, placing them into a leather pouch.

She looked around at the gathered warriors. "You’ll be armed with a fresh supply of spears to cut your way through the monsters and reach him. Who is willing to go?"

"I’ll go," Fang barked, stepping forward instantly. The massive warrior had been simmering with boredom. Watching the scholarly preparations and the slow melting of metal was well and good for the others, but for a combat-hungry soul like his, it was torture.

He didn’t want to wait for the perfect weapon to be finished in a safe zone; he wanted to be back on the front lines, testing his current flying spear and refining his killing techniques against the endless tide of monsters.

"I’ll come with you," Berry volunteered. Before Fang could open his mouth to object—likely with some comment about her safety—she cut him off. "Against those monsters, spirit grade isn’t everything.

You need masters who are experienced in their specific behavioural patterns. I’ll come, and I’m bringing several of my clan’s most veteran masters with me."

"Fine," Fang grunted. He couldn’t refute Berry’s logic.

As he prepared to depart, he glanced toward Anjie and offered a silent apology. He had originally planned to ask her to accompany them so she could gain more firsthand experience in handling the new monster variants.

However, with Berry volunteering and bringing her own clan masters, it would have been socially awkward and tactically redundant to insist on Anjie’s presence as well.

With the scouting party settled, the focus shifted back to the heart of the operations. Ellina led a specialised force of elite forging masters to a designated area where dozens of high-grade furnaces had already been positioned, their bellies roaring with raging, white-hot flames.

By now, the inner zone of the destroyed city had been systematically divided into three major hubs: the first was dedicated to the mass production of standard spears; the second was reserved for the complex assembly of flying spears; and the third served as the command centre for leading operations and monitoring the various battlefields.

During the hours Ellina had spent testing and selecting the Upper Realm ores, the other forging masters had not been idle. They had studied the basic blueprints and practised the fundamental techniques required to produce the standard spears.

Once they felt confident, many of these masters departed for their respective faction camps, carrying the knowledge back to start mass-production lines of their own.

Ellina, meanwhile, began the arduous task of teaching the remaining masters how to forge flying spears and their various offshoots. For the time being, she insisted they work with common ores and materials native to their world.

Although she was eager to begin working with the precious Upper Realm minerals, she recognised that the concept of flying weaponry was entirely alien to even the most seasoned masters in her group.

"You must walk before you can fly," she told them, her voice firm over the clanging of anvils.