King of Titans and D Chapter 155 - 155 150 Nine Kings (Six)

??Chapter 155: Chapter 150 Nine Kings (Six)

Chapter 155: Chapter 150 Nine Kings (Six)

Muria frowned at the nine weapons fluctuating in the Eternal Fla, or more accurately, the embryos of the nine weapons, after the first weapon – the Square Heaven Halberd – had taken shape.

Hephaestus separated all the Legendary tals and according to the proportions of his specific legendary alloy recipes, and Muria’s needs, successively forged the embryos of eight weapons.

“Sothing is missing!” Muria carefully sensed the connection between himself and these nine gradually forming weapons. Doubts and dissatisfaction rose in his heart. The relationship between the Titan’s Weapons and him was not as simple as this.

Heloise, the Titan girl, went straight to the Void Forging Palace to forge her Exclusive Weapon after receiving sufficient Legendary tal from her father, Ansol.

It was a hefty Axe Spear, Muria saw Heloise use it, and indeed it was as natural as a finger pointing. It was not just a figure of speech.

When she held the Axe Spear, chopping a regular Soul Intent Level demon was as easy as chopping lon and slicing vegetables.

That Axe Spear gave Muria a feeling as if it were a living being with its own will.

In contrast, the nine embryos in front of him, perhaps superior in material due to being made from Legendary Alloys, could not compare to Heloise’s Axe Spear, Muria felt.

His weapons were lacking a certain kind of spirit, like a bedridden vegetative person. Alive, but without thoughts or will.

“Good, you actually sensed it.” With a slightly surprised tone, the voice of the Void Spirit ca from all directions. “You lack the final step. Only after incorporating sothing else will your Exclusive Weapon truly take shape.”

“What thing?”

“Your soul! Or, more accurately, a fragnt of your soul.”

“I see!” Muria pursed his lips, “So, in the last step, I have to tear my soul apart?”

“No, I’ll be responsible for tearing your soul. What you need to do is endure the pain of your soul being torn apart.”

“How painful is it?”

“Experience it once, and you wouldn’t want to experience it a second ti.”

“…” Muria fell silent.

“Young Titan, have you really decided to forge nine weapons? Nine weapons an that I have to tear nine pieces from your soul.”

“Can they be torn off all at once?” Muria didn’t know how torturous the pain of soul-tearing was, but through the tone of the Void Spirit, he could infer that the pain of the soul was far greater than that of the body.

“Sadly, for the sake of your life, they cannot.”

“Why not?”

“Tearing too many at once, I’m afraid your soul may collapse. Therefore, they can only be done in nine tis, giving you so buffering ti.”

“Okay, I understand now. Go ahead!” Muria nodded, spread his arms, looked up at the ceiling of the Weapon Casting Hall, and said, “Hephaestus, bind

up, in a way that I can’t break free.”

“What are you trying to do?”

“Ripping apart the soul, it should be very painful. I’m afraid that I may not be able to endure it and would beg pathetically for rcy, giving up on forging my weapon. So, I want to ask you sothing. Trap

and then shred my soul. Don’t set

free until I have successfully forged my weapon.”

“…” Silence prevailed, even the Void Spirit Hephaestus seed taken aback by Muria’s request. However, after a pause, an approving sigh echoed, “A youthful Titan, as you wish!”

“Clinking!” Chains swayed, and luminescent chains sprouted from all sides, wrapping around Muria, binding him securely.

“Clinking!” Muria, bound in cross patterns, was lifted mid-air by the chains of light, suspended above the altar. Then, Void Spirit Hephaestus materialized in front of Muria, although its form appeared hazy, ready to disappear in the wind at any mont.

As soon as the Void Spirit manifested, it did not hesitate but reached towards Muria’s chest. His ethereal arm went halfway into Muria’s chest, grabbed sothing, and then pulled.

“Roar!” Veins popped out on the face of Muria in his Titan Form, but his movent was restricted by the chains of light. There was nothing he could do, nor could he express his pain through body language.

“First ti!” Hephaestus observed the soul fragnt in his hand, which was shimred with a five-colored spirit light. He frowned slightly, then threw it into the Eternal Fla to be infused into the Square Heaven Halberd.

“Your soul is sowhat unusual!”

The Void Spirit watched as the Titan, teeth gritted tightly, an originally handso face twisted into a grimace, “Its denser than other Titans of your age. Hence, when your soul is ripped apart, you’ll endure more pain.

Young Titan, there is no other living being here, you don’t have to endure so painfully. You can scream, vent your agony. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. After all, I’m just a Void Spirit that no Titan would pay heed to.”

“After other Titans had their souls ripped apart by you, did they scream too?” Muria sneered, his white teeth stained with a faint golden blood.

“Yes!” Hephaestus confird.

…All the array patterns inscribed on the tal Floating Island where Void Forging Palace was located lit up. Their devouring power emitted into the endless void increased, attracting countless Void Turbulences. They turned into streaks of flowing light that were absorbed into the Weapon Casting Hall.

Once the tal Floating Island activated, the already nurous streaks of light beca even denser. In the end, these lights ford a multi-colored curtain of light on the surface of the island.

Then, above the Void Forging Palace, the curtain of light collapsed inwards, flowed into the Pyramid, got purified further, and then fell into the Eternal Fla on the altar.

At this mont,

“Roar!”… A dull roar echoed continuously from within the silver Void Forging Palace. The one making the sound, seed to be enduring an unspeakable agony, desperately holding it in, but ultimately couldn’t help releasing it.

“Ninth ti!” The transparent Void Spirit pulled his hand out of Muria. In his hand was a sphere radiating a five-colored light. This was the piece he had torn from Muria’s soul for the ninth ti.

“Uhm!” Muria, who was already nearly unconscious from the pain, heard the number nine. He reluctantly lifted his eyelids and looked at the Void Spirit in front of him, looking through its transparent body to the faint golden Eternal Fla.

Inside the flas, eight weapons trembled in excitent. They fluttered in the Saintly Imperial Abyss’s fla, actively absorbing ancient god runes as they ford. Only one chain, shimring with hazy starlight, floated indifferently in the flas, lightly vibrating as if filled with envy and desire.

“Heh!” The Void Spirit chuckled, throwing the five-colored radiant soul fragnt into the Eternal Fla, and directly onto the chain.

It lded flawlessly, without any obstruction. Muria’s soul fragnt rged into this chain that appeared to encapsulate a radiant star river.

“Clinking!” The final touch, like the last stroke in a painting, brought the starlight chain to life. The sound of tal friction echoed, an aura of restriction spread, causing nearby weapons to montarily freeze. It, like the rest of the weapons, began to wander the flas, absorbing the newly ford Ancient God Runes.