Muria frowned and looked at the nine weapons floating in the eternal flame, or, to be more precise, the embryos of the nine weapons. After the first weapon, Fang Tian Hua Ji, began to take shape.
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Hephaestus separated all the legendary metals, and then based on the ratio of certain legendary alloy formulas he mastered and Muria's needs, he successively cast the embryos of eight weapons.
"There's still something missing!" Muria carefully sensed the connection between himself and the nine weapons that had gradually taken shape. Doubts and dissatisfaction gradually arose in his heart. The relationship between Titan's weapons and them was not like this.
The Titan girl Heloise, after getting enough legendary metal from her father Ansior, immediately went to the Void Weaponry Hall to forge her own exclusive weapon.
It was a heavy axe-gun. Muria saw Heloise use it, and she really commanded it like an arm. This is not a description.
When she holds an ax and gun, she can chop down ordinary soul-level demons as easily as she can chop melons and vegetables.
That ax gun made Muria feel like a living being with its own will.
And the nine embryos in front of him may be better than Heloise's ax gun in terms of material because they are made of legendary alloy, but in real comparison, Muria feels that none of them can compare.
Worthy of Heloise's ax gun.
His weapons lacked a kind of spirituality, just like a vegetative person lying on the bed unable to move. Although he was alive, he had no thoughts and will of his own.
"Not bad, you actually feel it." With a slightly surprised tone, the voice of the Void Spirit came from all directions, "There is still one last step missing. As long as one more thing is incorporated, your exclusive weapon will be truly formed.
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"What?"
"Your soul! Or, to be more precise, fragments of your soul."
"That's right!" Muria pursed her lips, "So, in the last step, do I have to tear my soul apart?"
"No, I will be responsible for the tearing of the soul. All you need to do is endure the pain of tearing the soul."
"How much does it hurt?"
“After experiencing it for the first time, you don’t want to experience it a second time.”
"..." Muria was silent.
"Young Titan, have you really decided to forge nine weapons? Nine weapons means that I will tear nine pieces from your soul."
"Can it be torn off at once?" Muria didn't know how uncomfortable the pain of tearing the soul was, but she could infer from the tone of the Void Spirit that the pain of the soul was far greater than the body.
"Unfortunately, for the sake of your life, we can't."
"Why?"
"If you tear too much at once, I'm afraid your soul will collapse. Therefore, I can only divide it into nine times to give you a buffer time."
"Well, I understand, come on!" Muria nodded, opened her arms, and looked up at the ceiling of the Forge Hall, "Hephaestus, restrain me so that I can't break free.
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"What do you want to do?"
"Tearing my soul apart must be very painful. I'm afraid that if I can't wait, I'll beg for mercy in vain and give up forging weapons. So, I want to ask you to imprison me and then tear my soul apart. Then cast my weapons."
Don’t let me go until you succeed.”
"..." There was a moment of silence. It seemed that Hephaestus, the spirit of the void, did not expect Muria to make such a request. However, not long after, an appreciative sigh sounded: "Young man from Titan, such as
You wish!"
"Crash!" The sound of swaying chains sounded, and in all directions of Muria, brilliant chains of light stretched out and wrapped around Muria's body, binding him tightly.
"Wow!" Muria, who was tied into a cross, was pulled into the air by the chain of light and suspended above the altar. Then, Hephaestus, the spirit of the void, condensed and formed in front of Muria, but his figure was
It is extremely illusory, as if it is about to disappear with the wind at any time.
After the Void Spirit appeared, he didn't pause at all. He reached out and grabbed Muria's chest. Then, his illusory arm sank halfway in, as if he had grabbed something, and then pulled hard.
"Roar!" Muria, in Titan form, had veins popping up on his face, but his body had been imprisoned by the light chain and he couldn't do anything, not even express his pain with body language.
"First time!" Hephaestus frowned as he took a fancy to the soul fragment that was constantly flowing with five-color aura in his hand, and then put it into the eternal flame and integrated it into Fang Tian's painted halberd.
"There's something unusual about your soul!"
The Void Spirit looked at the titan in front of him and clenched his steel teeth. His originally handsome face was twisted and looked a bit ferocious, "It is a bit more solid than other titans of the same age, so when it tears your soul apart, you will endure greater pain."
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Young Titan, there are no other creatures here. You don’t have to endure it so hard. You can scream out and vent your pain. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. After all, I’m just a void spirit that few Titans are willing to pay attention to.
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"Did any of the other Titans scream in agony after their souls were torn apart by you?" Muria grinned, with light golden blood stains on her white teeth.
"Yes!" Hephaestus affirmed.
... On the metal floating land where the Void Forge Palace is located, all the formation patterns engraved on it have lit up. The devouring power emitted into the endless void has become even more terrifying, and countless void turbulences have been attracted.
It turned into streams of light, and then disappeared into the Palace of Casting Arms.
When the Metal Floating Continent was activated, the already staggering amount of streamers became even denser. In the end, the streamers formed a colorful light curtain directly on the Metal Floating Continent.
Then, above the Void Forge Palace, the light curtain collapsed and sunk, poured into the interior of the pyramid, was further purified, and then fell into the eternal flame above the altar.
And at this time,
"Roar!"... A dull roar continued to be heard from the silver-white void casting palace. The owner of the voice seemed to be suffering from unspeakable pain. He wanted to endure it, but the pain was too much to bear.
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"The ninth time!" The transparent void spirit took his hand out of Muria's body, holding a ball of light flowing with five colors of brilliance. This was the ninth time he tore fragments from Muria's soul.
"Yeah!" The pain was so painful that she almost lost consciousness. When Muria heard the number nine, she reluctantly raised her eyelids and looked at the Void Spirit in front of her. Through its transparent body, she saw the pale golden Eternal Flame.
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In the flames, the eight weapons were trembling with excitement, flying up and down in the flames of the Holy Emperor's Abyss, actively absorbing the runes of the ancient gods that had just been condensed into shape. There was only one chain shining with hazy starlight.
The flames were rising and falling, vibrating slightly, as if with a hint of envy and longing.
"Haha!" The Void Spirit chuckled, and threw the five-color soul fragment in his hand into the eternal flame, and fell straight onto the chain.
Water and milk blended together without any stagnation, and Muria's soul fragments merged into this chain that seemed to condense a bright galaxy.
"Crash!" Like the finishing touch, the starry chain came to life at this moment. The sound of metal friction sounded, and a force of confinement spread, causing the approaching weapons to freeze slightly for a moment. It and other weapons
Just the same, wandering in the flames and absorbing the runes of the ancient gods.