Muria raised his head. After looking up for a long time, he made sure that the stream of light above his head would not deviate from the trajectory. After it suddenly fell and hit him, he began to walk slowly towards the pyramid.
Above his head, streams of light came from all directions, and no matter which stream of light, it gave him an extremely strong sense of threat.
Muria felt that no matter which beam of light fell on him, the normal situation would be that he would not even have bones and dregs left. If it was better, some parts would be left behind.
"I don't want to stay in this place for a moment longer." Muria, in the form of a Titan, was surrounded by hurricane winds and moved quickly towards the Void Forge Palace with a not-so-good look on her face.
No matter who it is, they will not be in a good mood if they have a Sword of Damocles hanging on their head. And Muria has more than just a "Sword of Damocles" on her head. What she sees when she looks up is
, are all streams of light that quickly submerge into the pyramid, overwhelming, continuous, and almost endless.
"This style." Muria looked at the metal ground with spiritual light patterns blooming under her feet, and couldn't help but think of the eternal sky mechanical city that stretched across the void and had no end.
"The Void Weaponry Palace should be the handiwork of Lord Tool Emperor Osiris, just like the relationship between the Abyss Training Ground and the Lord of the Abyss, Ulysses."
While Muria was thinking, he finally came under the silver-white pyramid covered with mysterious spiritual patterns. Then, without stopping, he rushed directly into this magnificent building.
As soon as you enter the interior of the pyramid, the feeling that you are about to die at any moment disappears. This pyramid is isolated from all dangers and is an absolutely safe area.
"Huh!" Muria breathed out, "I feel much better now. It really deserves to be the building in charge of Lord Tool Emperor Osiris."
"Young Titan, this place is not under the control of Osiris." As soon as Muria finished speaking, in front of him, countless streams of light flew out from the walls, ceiling, and ground around him, and finally condensed into a person like him.
A tall, sword-browed male Titan with starry eyes.
Muria was stunned. The way he appeared was exactly the same as the spirit, and the existence of the spirit was related to the Tool Emperor. If he said that the "Titan" in front of him had nothing to do with the Tool Emperor, he would not believe it.
"You are the spirit of the Void Weaponry Palace!" Muria looked at the Titan in front of him with a solid body, but without any breath of life.
"That's right!"
"Since you are a spirit, Lord Tool Emperor Osiris is not your controller. Then, who is your master?"
"I have no master."
"No master? This is impossible!" Muria frowned. The birth process of a spirit inevitably leads to an existence that can control everything about it.
"Why is it impossible? I am the spirit of the Void Weaponry Palace, and the Void Weaponry Palace belongs to all Titans, not to any one of them. Therefore, it is impossible for me to have a master. I am the most special among the Titans.
spirit."
The young Titan Spirit said to Muria with a proud look on his face.
"What is the Tool Emperor Osiris to you?"
"My builder, he created me." The Titan Spirit saw Muria's clear expression and added: "But I do not belong to him. I serve all Titans who need to forge weapons."
"Is that so?" Muria nodded and simply said that the Void Weaponry Palace is the public property of the Titan clan and cannot be held by private individuals.
"So, what is your name?" Muria asked in a calm tone, "Or, how should I call you?"
"Name?" Ling smiled, "Strictly speaking, I have no name because I have no master. However, when I was just born, the Tool Emperor Osiris called me Hephaestus, the Spirit of the Void. If you
You can call me that if you want."
"Hephaestus, the Spirit of the Void!"
"Um."
"I want to forge my own weapon, what should I do?"
"The Titans who come here are all here to forge weapons." The Void Spirit turned around and wanted to go deeper into the pyramid, "Follow me."
Muria followed and looked around the deserted silver-white Weaponry Palace, "Don't there usually be Titans here?"
"If it weren't for forging weapons, would you be willing to stay here?" Void Spirit asked back.
"Uh!" Muria choked. To be honest, the endless and continuous stream of light around the Void Forge Palace made him have the urge to leave here quickly. This place is not for a minor like him at all.
The hybrid titan's place belongs.
Staying outside the pyramid is like having a "Sword of Damocles" hanging above your head. Who can bear this? After all, if one of them falls, your life will be at risk.
Muria stopped making any sound and quietly followed the Void Spirit towards the depths of the Void Weaponry Hall...
"What is this?" Muria stared blankly at the scene in front of her, with a hint of shock on her face involuntarily.
In the deepest part of the Forging Hall, a nine-story octagonal altar stands. Countless complex and mysterious spiritual patterns flicker on it, emitting terrifying power fluctuations that distort the surrounding space.
On the ninth floor of the altar, at the highest point, a translucent flame nearly a hundred meters high burned quietly.
Muria stood under the altar, looking at the strong flames, and twitched the corners of his mouth. He was not so close, but he did not feel any warmth from the many flames.
Even Muria's spiritual sense did not feel the slightest danger from this flame, as if what was burning on the altar was an ordinary flame with strong fire... But, how could this thing be an ordinary flame?
because,
Above the altar, dense streams of light fell, so many that they gathered in mid-air to form a waterfall. Then, this waterfall of light fell into the flames on the altar.
The translucent flame swayed gently, just like this, quietly swallowing up all the flowing light, without any change in the size of the flame.
"What kind of fire is this?" Muria asked the Void Spirit with a hint of curiosity on her solemn face.
Every stream of light contains a power that makes Muria tremble, but the waterfall composed of this stream of light pours into the flame without causing any change in it. It can be imagined that this flame
of terror.
"The sky-eating fire, the divine flames of all voids, the god-eating demonic flames..."
"So many names?" Muria was stunned.
"Well, I just figured it out."
"..." Muria looked at the Void Spirit speechlessly, and then said, "What is its real name, or what do we Titans call it?"
"Eternal Flame!"
"Isn't this great? Then, I want to forge weapons now, what should I do?" Muria asked.
"Go up and stand at the highest point." The Void Spirit pointed at the altar.
Muria did as she was told, forced down the uneasiness in her heart, and walked up to the altar. Finally, the black-haired and golden-eyed Titan stared at the translucent flame burning quietly in front of her.