The chest armor full of linear patterns is broad, engraved with complex and mysterious runes.

Occasional fleeting glimmers dart across the runes.

The shoulder armor, tall and adorned with golden patterns, presents a tiered texture.

Coupled with intricately designed arm and leg armor, and skirt-like armor plates at the waist, along with that white cloak...

Even before wearing it, Lynn could feel a fierce sharpness.

With a thought, the text panel of the armor appeared before him.

[Rare Spiritual Guardian Armor]: Forged by Dwarf Master Blacksmith Flint, inscribed with protective magic arrays that can resist some magical damage, looks exquisite, suitable for combat and defense etc.

Reading the text introduction before him, Lynn’s eyebrows inevitably raised.

Spiritual Guardian Armor!

And it’s at a [Rare] level!

Indeed.

Flint’s abilities far exceed the introduction on the text panel.

[Rare] level armor, Flint simply says he can forge it!

Watching Lynn admire the armor, Flint’s heart was full of pride.

But his words were calm, "This is the defensive empowerment armor crafted by this old man."

"Due to the limited quantity of magic ores, compared to several magic armors I have crafted before, it indeed falls short."

"Yet for ordinary warfare, this empowerment armor is enough to protect you from some stray arrows and those mice hiding in the dark."

Flint’s words turned, continuing.

"Want to try wearing it? This set of armor was forged according to last time’s measurements."

"If there’s anything unsuitable, modifications can be made."

Lynn nodded, stepping forward towards the armor.

Without needing any command from Lynn, Red followed him closely to help him don it.

Amid the crisp sound of metal clashing, piece by piece, the armor components were worn on him.

After about ten minutes.

Having donned a complete set of armor, Lynn paced in the empty room.

As he walked, Lynn felt the armor on him.

The weight of this [Rare Spiritual Guardian Armor] was far lighter than he imagined.

Lynn estimated that the armor weighs around thirty pounds.

Not much different from the scale armor with chain liner Flint forged for him last time.

With his current physique, the weight of thirty pounds in armor is almost negligible.

With a movement of his right hand, amidst the sound of metal friction, Lynn drew the one-handed sword from his waist.

Seeing this, Red and Flint hurriedly retreated several steps to the entrance of the storage area, to avoid being accidentally hurt by Lynn.

Lynn’s right arm continually swung, a series of sword blades cutting through the air with whistling sounds.

The body donned in armor continually rotated as well.

After swinging the longsword for several minutes, aside from a slight sense of encumbrance brought by the armor, he felt no other discomfort.

Sheathing the one-handed sword, Lynn praised: "Master Flint, no further adjustment is necessary."

"The armor’s size is very suitable for my physique!"

With this set of defensive empowerment armor, coupled with the greatsword Flint forged earlier, and the pure-blood warhorse Mo Ying transported from the Badan Empire.

Moreover, equipping Mo Ying with horse armor.

If charging at the enemy, surely invincible!

Listening to Lynn’s words, Flint showed no surprise.

He spoke: "Of course, Master Lynn."

"With my sense of sizing... unless your body undergoes a mutation, otherwise there will hardly be any discrepancy!"

Lynn nodded, looking at Red.

Standing afar, Red promptly stepped forward, beginning to assist Lynn in removing the armor.

Removing the helmet, Lynn looked at Flint opposite him and spoke.

"Master Flint, is it possible to produce such armor on a large scale?"

Flint’s thick eyebrows instantly raised, his voice shocked as he countered: "Large scale production?"

"Lord, are you kidding?"

Flint continued: "Not to mention the quantity of magic ores needed to forge this armor."

"Just obtaining high-quality steel alone took me significant time and effort."

"Besides, except for this old man, no one in your territory possesses refined forging skills and magic array inscription techniques."

"To think of large-scale production of defensive empowerment armor is simply dreaming!"

Listening to Flint’s decisively firm words, Lynn’s expression remained calm.

Even without Flint saying, he knew it was impossible.

If such empowerment armor could be mass-produced.

The world’s warfare would not involve people wearing leather armor and chain armor, holding long spears and engaging in slaughter.

However.

He still couldn’t help but harbor some wishful thinking.

Removing all the armor from his body, under the amazed gazes of Flint and Red.

Directly stored this set of empowerment armor into the [backpack].

Exiting the storage area, Lynn walked in Flint’s Blacksmith Workshop.

Watching the apprentices busily working from behind, Lynn couldn’t help but ask Flint.

"Master Flint, when will these blacksmith apprentices graduate?"

Flint followed Lynn’s gaze, glancing.

He pondered for a moment and replied: "At least another half year!"