On the towering octagonal and nine-story altar, Muria was bound by dozens of flowing chains and restrained in mid-air. Her black hair was scattered and fell to her waist. Her originally energetic eyes were half-squinted, looking like she was sleeping but not sleeping.
tired look.
Through the slits in his eyes, the Void Spirit could see that the young titan's originally dazzling golden eyes were now dim and dull, with a hint of death.
"Tsk, all nine weapons have been forged. You won't hold on." Several streams of light flew out from the altar and merged into the transparent and illusory body of the Void Spirit. Then Hephaestus couldn't help but stretch out his arms.
He poked Muria's cheek with his solid fingers.
Then, Muria tilted her head and closed her eyes completely...
then
"Buzz!" A double-edged battle ax with a vast, distant, and ancient aura flew out of the flames, and struck at the spirit of the void with an indomitable and violent momentum.
Without any surprise, the condensed body of the Void Spirit was split into two by the battle axe, spilling out into little streams of light and blending into the ground, while the battle ax continued unabated and hit the ground.
"Boom!" Amidst a roar, half of the huge battle ax that was twice as tall as Muria's Titan struck directly into the ground. Starting from where it was, countless cracks spread.
"I said..." The Void Spirit re-condensed a body in another location, but just said two words.
"Boom!" A bright golden thunder shot out from the Eternal Flame, instantly piercing Hephaestus' body and nailing him to the wall of the Forge Palace. Then countless tiny thunder exploded, revealing a rod.
A war spear with mysterious divine patterns.
"Do it!" Looking at the spear that penetrated his chest and was nearly two hundred meters long, Hephaestus couldn't help but cursed in a low voice. He then looked at the other seven weapons that were about to move in the flames, with a look on his face.
A hint of helplessness.
The Void Spirit's body overflowed and turned into countless streams of light that merged into the wall. Although his condensed body was very powerful, it still could not withstand the sharpness of weapons made of legendary metals. The weapons he made himself were naturally more powerful than anyone else's.
We all know how powerful they are.
"Is Muria okay? As a weapon connected to his blood, can't you feel it?" The Void Spirit sounded helpless and a little funny from all directions.
"He is just in a temporary coma now. He will wake up soon. In addition, his coma was caused by the birth of your spiritual being and has nothing to do with me."
The Void Spirit's explanation caused a long silence in the Weaponry Palace. The seven weapons that were about to move in the flames were no longer about to move, but were quietly absorbing the ancient divine texts.
As for the other two weapons that flew out...
"Buzz!" Thunder exploded above the spear, and the double-edged battle ax that smashed into the metal ground trembled, and dragon flames rose. Then, the spear was pulled out from the wall, and the battle ax rose from the cracks in the ground.
The two weapons swayed twice in mid-air, swinging out circles of spiritual patterns, as if they were apologizing. Finally, they turned into two rainbows of light and rushed into the eternal flame, as if they were a little embarrassed?
"Really." The Void Spirit re-condensed his body and shook his head. Of course, he couldn't argue with a newly born spiritual weapon. It would be too cheap.
He looked at the Eternal Flame, which was gradually fading in color, and ordered, "Just stay in the flames and wait for your master to wake up."
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"Well!" In a daze, Muria, who was lying under the altar, opened her eyes, with a trace of confusion, covering her head, and slowly stood up, with a splitting headache, discomfort, discomfort, this feeling,
It was like staying up all night for several days in a previous life.
After being reincarnated as the son of a Titan and a Dragon, this was the first time he experienced this feeling that he had forgotten for a long time.
Of course, this discomfort is nothing, and it will pass if you endure it. Compared with the pain of the previous soul being torn apart, it is nothing more than a big dwarf.
"Are you awake? Tsk, it's much faster than I expected!"
Muria turned her head and looked at a surprised Titan who was sizing him up. Seeing the familiar face, Muria immediately felt the urge to rush forward and punch him.
"It's true that a Titan like you is rare, let alone a half-blood. The key point is that you actually meditate and exercise your mental power. It's really rare. However, this should be the reason why it took longer than I expected for you to wake up."
"Ha!" Muria resisted the urge to punch him. After all, he would have to ask him for help later.
The Titan boy looked up at the top of the altar. The Eternal Flame was jumping on it. The altar and the Eternal Flame, which had been dyed pale gold by his blood, had returned to their original state.
Among the spiritual patterns on the altar, colorful spiritual light shines, and on the top of the altar on the ninth floor, the eternal flame returns to the colorless state when it was first seen. There is a faint nine-color divine light flowing, and above the flame, the light pillar has already
It has been restored to its original flowing light waterfall.
"My weapons!" Muria looked fixedly at the nine weapons swimming in the flames, and a heartfelt joy and encouragement rose from the bottom of her heart.
"I can control them!" The feeling of blood connection came from the nine weapons, and Muria stretched out her hand towards the top of the altar.
Then the aura shot into the sky, and the sharp edge of the divine weapon swept through everything in the inner space of the Forging Hall.
The piercing clang echoed in the Forge Hall, and sparks flew everywhere. Except for the place where Muria stood, dazzling sparks erupted from all locations in the Forge Hall, and tiny scratches were left on the ground, walls,
It appeared on the ceiling, but quickly healed like a living thing.
A nearly two-hundred-meter-long Fangtian painted halberd was wrapped in wind and thunder, breaking through the flames, and flew towards Muria at high speed.
Muria saw that this was a weapon for adult Titans, and with a thought in his mind, the Fangtian Painted Halberd with a black background and purple stripes, and a gilded blade fell into his hand, and at the same time, it continued to shrink.
"Bang!" When Muria held the Fangtian Painted Halberd, it had completely shrunk to a size suitable for his body type.
"Boom!" The wind and thunder spread, and the dragon flames ignited. Muria held the painting halberd and pushed the diamond-shaped gun blade-shaped tail end of the painting halberd to the ground, directly piercing into the ground. Countless cracks appeared at the end of the painting halberd.
Spreads wherever it is penetrated.
"The name of the halberd: Prison Suppression!" Muria whispered the name of the painted halberd in his hand. Just like he had his own real name when he was born, the legendary weapon in his hand also had its own name at the moment it was formed.
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As for the name of Fang Tian's painted halberd, Muria already knew it through the connection between them the moment she held it.
At this time, blazing dragon flames and dazzling thunder erupted from the prison-suppressing halberd, and then poured into Muria's body continuously.
At the same time, tiny ancient divine inscriptions appeared on the halberd, and a mysterious aura filled the air, shrouding Muria, causing him to fall into the comprehension of soul and power on the spot.
The divine soldiers feed back!
Under the feedback of the prison-suppressing halberd, Muria's aura began to slowly rise, becoming more powerful.
At the feet of Muria, golden soul rings appeared one after another, seventeen, eighteen... The nineteenth one was generated by the "gift" of the void spirit, and then, the second