the end of the heavens

……

On the other side, Russell walked into the forging room with a look of disdain, and waved his middle finger to the sky, "Athena really doesn't know what to do, she really thinks she smells good? Bah, if it wasn't for maximizing profits, I wouldn't even look at this kind of woman when she came to my door." One glance."

Ai'e nodded and said affirmatively, "That's right, you really don't know how to take a look."

"That's right, Ai'e, you understand me... Hey, there's something in your words!"

"No, I just simply believe in your character."

Ai'e complained and asked, "You and Athena have become strategic partners. What does this relationship mean? Is it different from an ally?"

"Of course!"

Russell explained, "Strategic partnerships generally refer to economic exchanges, without political and military alliances. To put it simply, they use each other in peacetime, and they go their separate ways when disaster strikes."

"This this……"

Ai'o was dumbfounded, unable to understand the meaning of this relationship.

"You think it's too much, too, don't you?"

Russell was unhappy, "I just want to be a boyfriend and girlfriend with her, just to have a good time. She actually dragged me into the chariot of marriage, so shameless."

"Do you have any misunderstanding about marriage? Marriage is not a strategic partner..."

"How is it possible? Marriage has misunderstood me!"

Ao?

Ai'e didn't want to talk, don't look at Russell being so arrogant now, sooner or later someone will stand up to deal with him.

Russell didn't say a word, let Ai'o go to the side to cool down, waved away the boxy black curtain, blocked the high temperature emission, and began to forge the first silver holy cloth.

Lyra!

Russell flipped through the astrology chart, and it took him a long time to find this constellation. There was no way. Although Lyra is easy to identify, the current Lyra is not named by that name in the Olympus Zoo.

Today's gods connect several bright stars in the constellation Lyra, and describe it as a monster bird similar to a vulture.

There are many similar situations, and Russell has never thought of correcting them, nor has he planned to publish an astrological atlas. This is the fault of the times, and there is no right or wrong.

The harp of Lyra is a lyre, a kind of lyre, a rather ancient musical instrument, very common in the homes of nobles in the city-state of Argos.

With the experience of forging gold holy clothes, forging a silver holy clothes can be said to be familiar, the materials are still those materials, and there is no too complicated process.

The only difficulty is that Lyra is not a zodiac sign, so there is no need to give the Sun God face.

If the power of astrology cannot be aroused, Lyra is just an ordinary armor, not a holy garment.

Correspondingly, Russell's plans for the Silver Saint Cloth and the Bronze Saint Cloth will all be stranded.

Success or failure is never a problem, because the problem will only appear after failure, and you will know it only after you have done it.

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and held his breath to recall the feeling when he forged the Sun God's battle suit and the golden holy garment.

The Sun God battle suit is suspended in the air, releasing high temperature and high heat. Under the control of electromagnetic force, the metal liquid fuses in proportion after removing impurities.

As the light and heat dissipated, an electric arc flickered on Russell's forehead, and the alloy liquid split into various parts such as helmets, breastplates, and shoulder armors during the cooling process.

After finalizing the shape, he brought up the Holy Light's 'Opponent' warhammer, and began rough machining.

Forging the Saint Cloth by himself, there is no need to subcontract it to Hephaestus. Russell knows that he is lacking in technology, so he is extra careful in the finishing process.

The heavy hammer was raised high and lightly lowered, and the strong light and lightning rose along with the hurricane, stirring up the black curtain with continuous waves.

There was a soft ding, echoing and trembling continuously, Russell found the feeling of forging strange things in the world, immersed himself in it, and honed his forging skills.

He is confident that in the next period of time, he will frantically forge all kinds of battle clothes and holy clothes, and the permanent skill 'Master Blacksmith' will definitely reach another level.

High in the sky, dark clouds formed densely, and before the lightning fell, they were crushed by the light of the Milky Way.

Brilliant clouds enveloped the Lyra Saint Cloth, and with the injection of starlight, each part of the Lyra Saint Cloth began to forge itself.

Russell's eyes were flooded, and the order of starlight embellishment was reflected in his eyes. His mind kept up with the forging steps, and he felt the mystery.

After a long time, Russell came back to his senses, and the Lyra Saint Cloth had already been forged.

The brilliance flowed, and the Lyra Saint Cloth disintegrated, turning into a silver streamer and wearing it on him.

He closed his eyes and sensed the power in it. As mentioned before, Lyra is not a zodiac sign, so there is no need to show the Sun God face. Although the holy clothes are formed, the power contained in them is far less powerful than the golden holy clothes.

In line with the principle of being content, Russell was not too picky. He rolled up the metal impurities that had been removed before, remelted them, and created a holy cloth box.

The curtain of darkness dissipated, and the high temperature and heat swept away along with the darkness.

Ai'e looked at Russell who walked out, stepped forward and asked with concern, "How is it, did you succeed?"

"It's not a big problem, it's barely a success."

Russell looked Ai'o up and down, and saw that she... got used to it, and felt nothing.

"By the way, can you play the piano?"

"If it's against you, it won't happen." Ai'e pursed her mouth.

"Don't talk nonsense, that's for Zeus."

Russell waved his hand, and the Lyra Saint Cloth Box opened, and several streams of light rushed straight to Ai'o to wrap it inside.

When the light dissipated, she was wearing a silver-white Lyra Saint Cloth, holding a lute in one hand. The overall shape of the Saint Cloth was quite different from that of Saint Seiya, but it covered a large area, and she looked very powerful at first glance.

At least that's what Ao thinks.

"How do you feel?" Russell leaned forward and asked.

"I don't know if it's my illusion, this..."

"The Lyra Silver Saint Cloth."

"The Silver Saint Cloth of Lyra seems to be more powerful than the Golden Saint Cloth of Ophiuchus."

Ai'o waved the strings slightly, and the strange magic power wandered through her fingertips, easily controlling people's hearts.

"It is indeed an illusion."

Russell nodded in affirmation, and said bluntly, "Because of your talent, the Ophiuchus Gold Saint Cloth doesn't like you, so the power you can get from it is very little. In comparison, the silver-level Lyra is more suitable for you."

Again!