Chapter 1142: Chapter 1129: Leaving One’s Own Mark Chapter 1142: Chapter 1129: Leaving One’s Own Mark “Quite interesting!”

Standing at the highest point of the Sky Dome, Muria, although chatting leisurely with Michaela, was in control of everything transpiring on the battlefield. Nothing that happened below could escape his perception.

He saw every giant falling in battle and every Giant Dragon plummeting from the sky, but he did not intervene.

This was the first conflict that erupted with the Epics beyond the world of Erathia, the first Subordinate Army war, and fortunately, that Epic was not present.

Thus, his Subordinate Army had an excellent opportunity to gain experience, allowing them to adapt in advance to fights with Subordinate Armies of Epics from beyond the Erathia world.

If Muria were to intervene, he could ensure that his legion suffered no casualties in this war, even achieving a flashy victory without losses, but what would be the point?

The purpose of forming the Subordinate Legion was to aid him when he clashed with the Evil God and subsequently waged war, not to become a burden to him.

He could intervene now, but could he do the same when he truly battled another Epic? Probably not. At that time, he would need the support of the Subordinate Army, not hindrances that required his intervention.

Therefore, in his perception, the deaths of the giants and Giant Dragons he could have saved were necessary.

A legion that wishes to grow stronger must hone itself through war, forging their path with blood and skeletal bones, belonging both to their enemies and themselves.

Thus, regarding the deaths of his own followers, Muria’s attitude was extremely indifferent. However, his indifference was not absolute, as he continuously gathered the Martial Star by using the Martial Arts Dharma Appearance.

The stars formed around him occasionally plummeted down into the bodies of a Giant Dragon or giant, substantially enhancing their various qualities.

Some affected were declining Giant Dragons or giants on the brink of death. When a golden star fell to them, and they suddenly received the power bestowed by the Martial Star, they immediately turned the tides of their imminent defeat.

But not all minions on the brink of death received a star; some who were not in any danger at all and were winning their battles also received the blessing of a star.

Because Muria did not care, or rather forced himself not to care about the losses of his followers, his criteria for bestowing stars were not based on who was in crisis.

The standard for descending Martial Stars was based on military achievement,
Whoever killed the most within their rank was more likely to receive the Martial Star.

This was quite a fair and just method; capable individuals, after proving themselves, would attain more resources. Any rapidly developing power would operate thusly.

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem below?” Michaela, speaking to Muria, noticed her husband’s sudden shift in focus and immediately asked with curiosity.

She knew that most of Muria’s perception was concentrated on the battlefield. To put it plainly, her husband was mentally absent while talking to her, sparing just a trivial amount of attention for their conversation or, rather, managing her.

“There is a very special Divine Machine emerging below,” Muria said with an amused smile.

“Divine Machine? How special?” Michaela, of course, was familiar with these biological weapons originally crafted from the flesh of Evil God’s Followers.

When Muria had found her, she too was in a base city, disguised as an ordinary Divine Machine User, gathering information from her surroundings.

“Very special, it is a weapon that under normal circumstances should not exist.”

Muria took Michaela’s hand and lightly tugged, their bodies unmoving in the air, yet their shadows separated from their bodies, creating two illusory images identical to themselves.

“Come, let me take you down to see it.”

“Your research on avatars isn’t bad!” Seeing Muria construct an avatar based on her consciousness without her consent, Michaela was somewhat surprised.

“Of course, after all, I’ve observed the laws of several worlds. This child’s play is still manageable for me,” Muria said, smiling as he split off an avatar with his wife.

…

“This Divine Machine!”

The man, holding the Divine Machine that kept devouring the blood of a giant, watched his expression shift from initial delight to growing horror, as he felt the weapon in his hand was about to slip beyond his control.

The first Divine Machine merely absorbed the Giant’s blood that flowed onto the ground, but after it had devoured all of the blood on the ground, it was still not satisfied. It even actively drew in the blood that remained within the Giant’s skeletal remains.

At that time, the man realized that he had completely lost control over the Divine Machine. Thus, the initial excitement he felt when discovering that the Divine Machine was growing stronger by devouring the Giant’s blood instantly turned into terror.

What would happen once a Divine Machine went out of control, the man knew all too well. Before the renewal of the Divine Machines, those forged with the flesh of the Evil God’s Followers had made it abundantly clear how grim the fate of the Divine Machine User would be after a Divine Machine ran amok.

After the initial terror, the man gradually calmed down because he found that this Divine Machine was merely disregarding his will without any tendency to backlash against him.

Or perhaps, compared to backlashing against its own master, this Divine Machine found it a better choice to devour the blood and essence still residing within the Giant.

Of course, this was the man’s conjecture. Surviving in the wilderness with his son, he had already faced the darkest aspects of humanity, thus he subconsciously thought the worst possible outcomes for everything he encountered.

This way, even if the worst possible scenario occurred, he would be able to face it with the most stable mindset. If it did not happen, then he would take it as a pleasant surprise, even if the outcome of the event was still poor.

While the man began to indulge in wild thoughts, further mutations occurred in the Divine Machine he held in his hands. Several semi-translucent tendrils, like those carved from yellow jade, emerged from the Divine Machine and fiercely punctured his wrist.

“Ah—”
The man let out a scream filled with agony, but he immediately closed his mouth, stifling the scream inside.

He quickly reacted, loosening grip on the Divine Machine while his other hand fiercely grasped at the tendrils, trying to tear them from his wrist. Just as he did, beads of sweat the size of beans emerged on his forehead.

Pain—
That was the only sensation the man felt while pulling at the tendrils, as they seemed to be naturally part of his own hand, tearing at them was like ripping his own flesh, and not just any flesh, but vitally important flesh.

Hmm(❁´ω`❁)—
The man who had been tormented emitted a sound of relief. He felt power steadily filling his entire body, a sensation of pleasure he had never experienced before.

“What in the world is happening?” the man, feeling the continuous surge of power flowing from the Divine Machine, was somewhat bewildered. He could feel his power growing continuously, but he did not understand how any of it was happening.

As the man drew power from the residuals in the Giant’s remains through the Divine Machine and started to undergo transformations, two beings hidden in the spatial rifts discussed this matter.

“Michaela, what do you think?” Muria, looking at this slightly eerie scene, asked Michaela.

“If I’m not mistaken, all the remnants of the Giant’s soul that remained after its death in battle have fused into this Divine Machine; this is the main reason for the mutation of the Divine Machine.”

Michaela observed the light continuously streaming into the Divine Machine from the Giant’s remains. She immediately saw through the essence of this light—it was the Giant’s Soul.

“Indeed.”

“But how could this happen? Even if a Giant’s soul was damaged in battle, how could it reside in a weapon?”

“It’s truly irrational.”

“I believe you mentioned it just now, didn’t you, the world’s last stubbornness, right? So, are you saying that the birth of this Divine Machine is due to this world?”

“I’ve spoken too much; I should have held back, then perhaps you could have guessed for a while longer.” Muria pretended to be annoyed as he tapped his forehead then turned and acknowledged Michaela’s speculation.

“This weapon, which seems irrational, was born from extremely unlikely but perfectly rational serendipitous events.”

“What does that mean?” Michaela was a bit confused. “Isn’t that just giving you an unfair advantage?”

“Perhaps it’s the last act of defiance. This world already knows the destiny it is about to face, so it wants to leave behind its last trace that belongs to itself.”

“Are you planning to arm your entire Subordinate Army with such Divine Machines on a large scale? You can’t even gather enough Giant Souls, or are you planning to slaughter half your Giants and use their souls to arm the other half?” Michaela jokingly teased Muria.

“Actually, the range of choices for materials for a Divine Machine is quite vast; the Giant’s Soul can entirely be replaced with the soul of a comparable creature.” Muria stroked his chin. He had already planned to summon his own Semi Plane immediately after this war and then embark on his wildly ambitious experiments.

As it turned out, while this war was going on, this world had played this trick, truly stubborn yet adorable.

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