Chapter 145: 9 Wang Bing (1)

Muria looked up, and after looking up for a long time, determined that the streamer above his head would not deviate from the trajectory, and after suddenly falling down and hitting him, he started walking slowly towards the pyramid.
Overhead, streamers from all directions, no matter which stream of streamers, brought him a very strong sense of threat.
Muria felt that no matter which stream of light fell on herself, the normal situation was that she didn't even have bones and dregs. If it was better, she could leave some parts.
"I don't want to stay here for a moment." Muria, in the shape of a Titan, hurries around the hurricane, moving quickly towards the Netherforge Hall, his face is not very good-looking.
No matter who it is, there is a sword of Damocles on the head, and the mood will not be good, and Muria's head, "Sword of Damocles" is more than "a handle", and you can see , Are all streamers quickly immersed in the pyramid, overwhelming, endless, almost endless.
"This style." Muria looked at the metal ground with aura of light under her feet, and could not help thinking of the eternal sky machinery city that traverses the void and knows no end.
"The Netherforge Hall should be the handwriting of Lord Osiris, like the relationship between the abyss training ground and the Lord of the Abyss, Ulysses."
Between the thoughts of Muria, he finally came to the whole body of silver and white, spreading under the pyramid of the mysterious spirit pattern, and then, without stopping, directly entered the magnificent building.
Once inside the pyramid, the feeling of being lost at any time disappeared. This pyramid isolated all dangers and belonged to an absolutely safe area.
"Hoo!" Muria exhaled. "Now it feels better. It's a real building under the control of Lord Osiris."
"Young Titan, here, it is not under the control of Osiris." Muria's voice had just fallen, and in front of him, countless streamers flew from the walls, ceiling, and ground around him, and finally condensed into a person like him. Tall, sword-browed male titan.
Muria was stunned, this way of playing is exactly the same as the spirit, and the existence of the spirit has something to do with the emperor. If the "Titan" in front of him has nothing to do with the Emperor, he is ten thousand unbelievers.
"You are the spirit of the Netherforge Hall!" Muria was surely watching the solid body in front of her, but there was no Titan showing the breath of life.
"Yes!"
"Since it is a spirit, Lord Osiris is not your master, then, who is your master?"
"I don't have a master."
"No master? This is impossible!" Muria frowned, and the birth of the spirit led to the existence of an existence that could dominate everything.
"Why not? I am the spirit of the Netherforge Hall, and the Netherforge Hall belongs to all the Titans, not one of them. Therefore, I cannot have a master. I am the most special of the Titans. spirit."
The young Titan Spirit looked proudly to Muria.
"What is that Emperor Osiris for you?"
"My builder, he created me." Titan Ling saw Muria's expression look, and added: "But I do not belong to him, I serve all Titans who need to cast weapons."
"So what!" Muria nodded, and simply said that the Netherforge Hall was a public property of the Titans and could not be held in private.
"So, what's your name?" Muria asked blandly. "Or how should I call you?"
"Name?" Ling smiled. "Strictly speaking, I do n’t have a name because I do n’t have a master. However, when I was born, Emperor Osiris called me, Hephaestus, the Spirit of the Void, if you If you want, call me that. "
"Hephaestus the Nether Spirit!"
"Ok."
"I want to make exclusive weapons, what should I do?"
"The Titans who come here are all forging weapons." The spirit of the void turned and wanted to go deep into the pyramid, "Come with me."
Muria followed, looking around the deserted silver-white forging hall. "Are there no Titans here?"
"If it wasn't forged weapons, would you stay here?" The Spirit of the Nether asked.
"Uh!" Muria froze, and to be honest, the endless, continuous stream of light around the Void Forge Hall gave him the urge to leave here quickly, and this is not his underage at all Where the mixed-race Titan should stay.
Staying outside the pyramid is like hanging a "Sword of Damocles" on his head. Who can stand it? After all, if one of them falls, his life will not be guaranteed.
Muria no longer spoke quietly, followed quietly behind the spirit of the void, and walked deep into the void forging hall ...
"What's this?" Muria stared blankly at the scene in front of her, her face shaking involuntarily.
At the deepest part of the Forge Hall, a nine-story octagonal altar stands, and countless complex mysterious spirit patterns flash on it, exuding the wave of terror that distort the surrounding space.
On the ninth floor of the altar, a translucent flame nearly 100 meters high was burning quietly.
Muria was standing under the altar, watching the strong flames, his mouth twitched. He was not so close, but he did not feel a trace of temperature from the many flames.
Even Muria's aura didn't feel the slightest danger from this flame, as if the altar was burning, it was a common flame with a strong fire ... But how could this thing be an ordinary flame?
because,
Above the altar, dense streamers fell, and a large number gathered in the air to form a waterfall. Then, this streamer waterfall fell into the flames on the altar.
The translucent flame swayed lightly ~ EbookFREE.me ~ In this way, all streamers were quietly devoured, and the size of the flame did not change at all.
"What fire is this?" Muria asked with a hint of curiosity in her solemn expression.
Every streamer contains the power that made Muria feel the trembling, but the waterfall composed of this streamer poured into this flame without changing it in the slightest. It is conceivable that this flame Of terror.
"Burning the flames of flames, the flames of the gods, the flames of the gods ..."
"So many names?" Muria froze.
"Well, I just figured it out."
"..." Muria stared at the Spirit of the Void silently, and then said, "What is its real name, or how do we Titans call it?"
"Eternal Hell!"
"Isn't this great, then, I want to forge weapons now, what should I do?" Muria asked.
"Go up and stand on top." The spirit of the void pointed at the altar.
Muria followed his words, forcibly pressed the uneasiness in his heart, and walked up to the altar. At last, Titan, the black-haired golden pupil, stared at the translucent flames burning quietly in front of her eyes.
"and then?"
"Put in the legendary metal you prepared."