Chapter 145 9 King's Soldiers (1)

Morea looked up, looked up for a long time, and made sure that the streamer above his head would not deviate from the trajectory. After suddenly falling and hitting him, he began to walk slowly towards the pyramid.

Above his head, the streamers coming from all directions, no matter which streamer, brought him a very strong sense of threat.

Moreya felt that no matter which stream of light fell on him, the normal situation was that he didn't even have any bones left. If it was better, he could leave some parts.

"I don't want to stay in this place for a moment." Morea in Titan form was surrounded by hurricanes, and moved quickly towards the Void Forging Hall, his face was not very good-looking.

No matter who it is, with a sword of Damocles hanging on his head, his mood will not be much better, and on Morea's head, the "Sword of Damocles" is more than "one". , are all the streamers that quickly submerged into the pyramid, overwhelming, endless, almost endless.

"This style." Looking at the metal ground with aura pattern under his feet, Morea couldn't help but think of the city of eternal sky machines that traverses the void and doesn't know the end.

"The Void Armoring Palace should be the handwriting of the Tool King Osiris, just like the relationship between the abyss training ground and the abyss lord Ulysses."

While Morea thought about it, he finally came under the pyramid with the whole body of silver and white, covered with mysterious spiritual patterns, and then, without stopping, he rushed directly into this magnificent building.

As soon as you enter the inside of the pyramid, the feeling that you will be killed at any time disappears. This pyramid is isolated from all dangers and belongs to an absolutely safe area.

"Huh!" Morea let out a sigh of relief, "I feel much better now, I really deserve the building in charge of the Tool King Osiris."

"Young Titan, this guy is not in charge of Osiris." As soon as Moria finished speaking, countless streamers flew out from the walls, ceiling, and ground around him, and finally condensed into a person just like him. Tall, sword-brow and star-eyed male titans.

Morea was stunned for a while. This way of appearing is exactly the same as that of the spirit, and the existence of the spirit is related to the Tool Emperor. If it is said that the "Titan" in front of him has nothing to do with the Tool Emperor, he will not believe it.

"You are the spirit of the Void Casting Soldier Palace!" Morea definitely looked at the titan whose body was solid, but did not reveal any life breath.

"That's right!"

"Since it is a spirit, Master Osiris is not your controller, then, who is your master?"

"I have no master."

"No master? It's impossible!" Morea frowned. The birth process of the spirit inevitably leads to an existence that can control everything.

"Why is it impossible? I am the spirit of the Void Soldier Casting Hall, and the Void Soldier Casting Hall belongs to all the Titans, not 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 Ling said to Morea proudly.

"What is Tool King Osiris to you?"

"My builder, he created me." Titan Ling saw Morea's clear expression, and added: "But I don't belong to him. I serve all the Titans that need to forge weapons."

"Is that so!" Morea nodded,

To put it simply, the Void Soldier Palace is the public property of the Titans and cannot be held by private individuals.

"So, what's your name?" Morea asked in a flat tone. "Or, what should I call you?"

"Name?" Ling smiled, "Strictly speaking, I don't have a name, because I don't have a master. However, when I was just born, Tool King Osiris called me Hephaestus, the spirit of the void, if you You can call me that if you want."

"Void Spirit Hephaestus!"

"Um."

"I want to forge exclusive weapons, what should I do?"

"The titans who come here are all here to forge weapons." The Void Spirit turned around and wanted to walk deep into the pyramid, "Follow me."

Morea followed, looking around the deserted silver-white forging hall, "Isn't there a Titan here usually?"

"If it wasn't for casting weapons, would you like to stay here?" Void Spirit asked rhetorically.

"Uh!" Morea choked. To be honest, the endless stream of light around the Void Casting Soldier Hall made him have an urge to leave here quickly. This is not a minor like him at all. where the half-blooded Titans should stay.

Staying outside the pyramid is like hanging a piece of "Sword of Damocles" on your head. Who can stand it, after all, as long as one of them falls, your life will not be guaranteed.

Morea stopped making a sound, quietly followed behind the Void Spirit, and walked to the depths of the Void Armament Hall...

"What is this?" Morea stared blankly at the scene in front of her, her face involuntarily showing a hint of shock.

In the deepest part of the Forging Hall, a nine-story octagonal altar stood, with countless complex and mysterious spiritual patterns flickering on it, exuding terrifying power fluctuations that distorted the surrounding space.

On the ninth floor of the altar, at the highest point, a translucent flame nearly 100 meters high was quietly burning.

Morea stood under the altar, looking at the vigorous flames, the corners of his mouth twitched, he didn't get so close, but he didn't feel any warmth from the flames.

Even Moria'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 streamers fell, so many that they converged in mid-air to form a waterfall, and then this streamer waterfall fell into the flames on the altar.

The translucent flame swayed gently, just like this, it quietly swallowed all the streamers, and the size of the flame did not change in the slightest.

"What kind of fire is this?" Morea asked Void Spirit with a hint of curiosity in her dignified face.

Every streamer contained the power that made Moreya feel shivering, but the waterfall composed of this streamer poured into this flame, but it did not change in the slightest. It is conceivable that this flame of terror.

"Air-devouring fire, Myriad False Divine Flame, God-devouring Demon Flame..."

"So many names?" Morea was stunned.

"Well, I just figured it out."

"..." Morea looked at the Void Spirit speechlessly, and then said, "What is its real name, or how do we Titans call it?"

"Eternal Yan!"

"Isn't this very good, then, I want to forge weapons now, what should I do?" Morea asked.

"Go up and stand at the highest point." The Void Spirit pointed to the altar.

Morea followed his words, forcibly pressed down the uneasiness in his heart, and walked to the altar. Finally, the black-haired and golden-eyed Titan stared at the translucent flame that was burning quietly in front of him.

"and then?"

"Put the legendary metal you prepared into it."