CHAPTER 44: WING, DEATHSCYTHE, HEAVYARM AND SANDROCK

"Sir Maxwell, you’re finally back."

Upon seeing Maxwell return from outside, Drake had already run up to meet him with a face full of smiles.

Right now, he didn’t dare to be disrespectful to Maxwell or Constantine because he was extremely afraid of being beaten up like before. Of course, he was holding the grudge, but he just didn’t have the strength to avenge himself.

Maxwell waved his hand calling for Drake to come over. He then said: "I’m going to close the door for secluded meditation so I don’t wish for anyone to bother me."

Drake bowed with a fawning smile: "I understand and will immediately close down the horse stable!"

"Then I’ll properly thank you." Maxwell smiled faintly before heading to the small courtyard at the rear of the stables.

Seeing that Maxwell was far away now, Drake’s eyes narrowed as he quickly ran off in the direction of Sebastian’s courtyard.

Upon returning to his small courtyard, Maxwell took out all the fine iron from his zero storage space as he revealed an excitement in his eyes that he couldn’t hold back.

*If I were to succeed, what would it look like?"

After moving the fine iron into a large pile, it had filled half of his small courtyard creating a rather impressive scene.

Maxwell popped 10 pills into his mouth and his mana rose up. He then roared out as his Mana started circulating.

Not long after, a thick mana rose out of his palm.

The faint light was particularly dazzling to behold in contrast to the evening skies. If it were according to the Creator Technique, he should have released a certain amount of mana and be done. But Maxwell didn’t do this and was continuing to release a stream of energy.

He had used 3 times the normal amount of mana!

Mana was continuously fluctuating within his palm before it grew denser and seemed like it was about to boil over.

Right when the eye could see a flash, Maxwell roared out as he slammed down his right palm, activating the Creator Technique. The already prepared mana shot forth in a predetermined path like running water towards a pile of materials.

The friction from the fine iron gave off a harsh, piercing noise and an eye-catching, fiery glow.

"Still not enough?"

There was too much fine iron so trying to merge them all was extremely difficult. Maxwell was basically like a mad scientist right now, trying to create his idea of the perfect creation puppet soldier.

"I’ll give everything I have!" Maxwell clenched his teeth and activated Overdrive!

"Bam!"

His body started giving off a chaotic buzzing sound while his mana surged out from the stimulation. The raging energy ran towards his palm before finally reaching the pile of fine iron.

"Creak!"

The fine iron merging together was giving off harsh screeching noises from metals rubbing each other. But for Maxwell, this was like the sound of a beautiful melody playing.

"Almost there, it’s about to be accomplished."

Watching the fine iron merging together, Maxwell revealed a ferociously excited look on his face. His blood was boiling because his dream was about to become reality.

"Wing!"

"Bam!"

As the fine iron finished merging together, a powerful aura exploded forth.

Right after that, a small model of the soldier appeared in Maxwell’s mind. Maxwell started laughing like a show off before yelling out: "Arise!"

"Bam!"

As the completed creator puppet soldier stood up, its body gave off a variety of mechanical whirring sounds. Once it was fully upright, Maxwell stared at it completely stunned.

Maxwell had created the image of Wing from the Gundam series. Apart from it being entirely the same colour, the outer appearance was pretty much exactly the same.

Maxwell even managed to shock himself into a complete mess. He had an idea of making a Wing creation puppet soldier but didn’t expect to actually succeed.

Tough – this thing looked like an unparalleled tough existence!

"From here on out, your name will be Wing! Hahaha..." Maxwell started laughing out loud like mad. All these days of hard work had paid off!

Since there’s a Wing, we can’t be missing Deathscythe right?

Maxwell started moving another huge pile of fine iron together. After busying himself for half an hour, Deathscythe started standing up.

The two of them stood at least 4 meters tall; their bodies were all black similar to reapers of the night.

Once they were placed in the outer periphery of Eden, who can resist them?

He didn’t stop and continued making more creation puppet soldiers. The third one to appear was Heavy Arm and the fourth was Sandrock. With these four puppet soldiers moulded from the image of Gundam robots, it looked like the Gundam series had invaded this world. This shocking scene was beyond what words could describe.

"Oh my god, boss, what are these?" Constantine came into the courtyard and his eyes bulged out of his sockets.

Gwendolyn also had a look of shock on her face as she looked up at the four machines not knowing what they were.

Maxwell then excitedly smiled and replied: "These are my super steel war pets!"

"You made them?" Asked Gwendolyn.

Maxwell then nodded, "Yes!"

Constantine smiled with happiness coming from deep inside him, "Boss, I’m starting to worship you even more now. These things look extremely powerful!"

Constantine had a look of worship on his face. He then ran up for a closer look before touching the machines and revealing a very happy expression.

Maxwell chortled: "They aren’t that strong, they’re about the same as a below silver rank spawned beast."

If it weren’t for the level restrictions, his creation puppet soldiers would be even more powerful. Once he reached the last great perfection realm, his soldiers would be comparable to god rank spawned beasts. And he could have 5 of them!

"A below silver rank spawned beast?"

Constantine and Gwendolyn almost exclaimed in shock together.

A below silver rank spawned a beast! They were comparable to people at the silver rank and there were 4 of them right here!

Shit, do you want people to die from shock? This was simply impossible for normal people to accept!

The rarely seen genius of the century in the Gillette Household was Gregory; the Gryphons Household had their genius Albert; the Quadri Household had their Damian; and the Castro Household had their William. The Luther Household didn’t have a genius yet and was only in power because of their wealth in land. All these so-called super geniuses were simply weak shit when compared to Maxwell!

Constantine was once again stunned since he felt like he couldn’t understand Maxwell anymore.

It was the same with Gwendolyn too.

How did he create these iron monsters?

Could it be that all these days in closed-door seclusion, Maxwell was cultivating this technique?

How did he do this?

Gwendolyn gradually couldn’t see through Maxwell anymore as if he was clouded in mystery. The more she couldn’t see through him, the more she wanted to figure it out. She had unknowingly become mesmerised by Maxwell now.

She was happy for Maxwell deep down inside her heart. There was a little angel inside her that was constantly jumping in joy chanting like a cheerleader: "Maxwell is the best, he’s the best..."

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Sebastian’s courtyard

Drake stood to the side in a bow, not daring to breathe too hard from his previous running.

Sebastian’s eyebrows slightly twitched as he closed his eyes. He appeared to be deep in thought before asking: "You said Maxwell is going into closed-door seclusion?"

"Yes! That’s what he said."

"But according to my view, Maxwell has been acting very secretively these past few days as if he’s planning something. My Lord, could he be scared of fighting the above silver rank spawned beast in 8 days so he’s planning on running away?" Drake asked in a submissive manner.

Sebastian’s eyes suddenly opened showing killing intent. His lips then formed a cold sneer, "Want to run? I’d like to see where he’s capable of running to..."