Chapter 255: The Terrorist

Newwood truly puts his heart into crafting Henwell’s gear.

It takes him a full week to complete the entire set.

The package includes a four-meter-long war spear, two longswords nearly identical to Dawn and Dusk, and a suit of armor modeled after Night Wind.

There are also smaller items that Henwell helps make—throwing knives, steel needles for hidden attacks, a wrist crossbow, and secret arrows.

Hidden in the belt is a metal whip, with daggers tucked under the ribs and strapped to the calves.

Beyond the earlier gear, Newwood also forges a cavalry saber for Henwell and reinforces his greatbow.

Henwell is very satisfied with the equipment, but one thing feels off.

The weight is staggering. Including the war spear, the total mass tops over 300 kilograms.

Henwell can carry it easily, but mounted combat will put immense strain on his warhorse.

Even Night Charger has exceptional talents, carrying fully armored Henwell is a tough task.

Henwell stands nearly two meters tall and weighs over 100 kilograms himself.

Putting over 400 kilograms (almost half a ton) on a warhorse is obviously excessive.

Walking across the lawn, Henwell can already see the ground sinking beneath his steps.

Newwood explains that the metal used is quite special. It doesn’t possess many extraordinary attributes.

Its conduction of energy isn’t impressive either.

But what sets it apart is its incredible durability.

The metal is almost absurdly tough, yet retains some flexibility.

And since it’s a extraordinary metal, it also has a unique ability: it can repair damage on its own, like memory metal.

Henwell’s own Fighting Spirit isn’t about energy conduction, so this gear doesn’t interfere with his Blood Will power.

As for the weight, Newwood says the set needs some time to “settle in.”

The longer Henwell wears them, the more they resonate with his spirit and will.

Gradually, the weapons and armor feel lighter, not because they actually lose weight.

Instead, part of their mass is mentally transferred onto Henwell’s spirit and willpower.

In practical terms, when Henwell rides or walks, the gear’s weight is effectively borne by the horse or the ground, reducing the load on him to just over fifty kilograms.

For now, they can only focus on strengthening Night Charger!

Watching Newwood constantly force-feed various potions into his beloved horse’s mouth, Henwell can’t help but ask worriedly, “Hey, you’re not going to kill my horse, are you?”

Newwood scoffs, “Do you know how expensive this stuff is? If the horse wants to evolve, it has to push through the pain itself. As long as it endures, it’ll transform into a higher bloodline.”

Henwell frowns, “But what if it can’t make it? Won’t that kill my horse?”

“Relax, that’ll never happen.”

Henwell can only crouch down, gently stroking Night Charger, who’s foaming at the mouth and has teary eyes.

He soothes softly, “Night Charger, you’ve got to hold on. If you make it through, I promise to find you a few beautiful mares.”

Thankfully, after a few days, Night Charger’s status stabilizes, and his size doesn’t change much.

But Henwell can already sense a supernatural aura radiating from his horse.

Looks like his beloved steed truly becomes a supernatural creature.

Lately, Henwell has the fireworks factory workers working around the clock, producing all kinds of raw materials.

Then, Henwell has Newwood stash these dangerous products into storage space and take them to a small workshop carved out deep in the mountains.

There’s no way Henwell would handle such risky work in his home workshop.

After all, he just finished building his house, he’s not about to blow it up himself.

In the mountain workshop, they carry out the final mixing and fusion, but Henwell never makes too much at once—only about ten kilograms per batch.

At most, Henwell produces a few hundred kilograms daily.

This explosive power rivals high explosives, and it takes nearly a month to produce thirteen tons in total.

Henwell keeps a few hundred kilograms for himself, and the rest goes to Newwood.

After all, Newwood promised sixty sets of high-grade gear but actually made seventy-five sets.

As for what this “terrorist” does with the explosives, that’s beyond Henwell’s concern.

Newwood really is a born terrorist, he actually rigs a time bomb using Henwell’s pocket watch.

Watching Newwood’s excitement, Henwell can’t help but think someone’s about to get seriously unlucky, all while carefully taking notes on how the timed bomb is made.

Damn it!

From now on, anyone who crosses me is getting one of these sent straight to them!

Soon, Newwood is about to leave. Henwell clears out the manor and personally cooks a few dishes he’s been experimenting with during his downtime.

These meals are all inspired by flavors from his past life.

They pull up a small table and start eating and drinking together.

Whether it’s because of the mission or the camaraderie between them, Newwood has helped Henwell a lot.

From Newwood, Henwell learns about the two tiers above Radiant Burst.

The first is Brilliant Star Arrow, whose warriors are called Domain Masters.

Within the knight sequence, they’re known as Domain Knights or Sky Knights.

As the name suggests, within a certain domain, these fighters hold a significant advantage, able to suppress enemies in various ways.

It’s somewhat like Henwell’s Shackles of Civilization, but Henwell needs his own armies or to be on his own turf for it to work well.

When fighting solo, the suppression effect isn’t as strong, though it still has some impact.

In battles between professionals, even a slight edge can mean the difference between life and death, it’s far from negligible.

Additionally, Domain Knights, or Sky Knights, gain the ability to fly, which is a huge advantage.

Henwell recalls Newwood hovering mid-air during their earlier chaotic transformation battle, and pours him a glass of wine.

“So, you’re already a Domain Knight now?”

Newwood gulps down the wine. “Not yet! It’s not that easy! I’m just a little stronger than a Glory Knight!”

“How much stronger?”

Newwood spreads his arms wide. “This much!”

Henwell laughs out loud. “You’re definitely not modest!”

Newwood drains his glass. “Why be modest? This is all the result of my hard work!”

Henwell sighs, “Man, I envy you sometimes—roaming the world with a sword, cutting down injustice wherever you see it! Unlike me, hiding in the shadows, cautious and scheming all day long.”