RNP Chapter 154 Royal Research Institute and Humanoid Soul Tools
Chapter 154 Royal Research Institute and Humanoid Soul Tools
Chapter 154 Royal Research Institute and Humanoid Soul Tools
However, in the eyes of the evil knight commander opposite him, all he felt for a moment was horror.
Although this Bull Power is only his first soul skill, it has a certain invincibility effect, and it is used in the state of Martial Soul True Body. Not only is the impact extremely powerful and the strength enormous, but he will also temporarily lose the sense of pain and his defense will increase dramatically, enough to withstand the full force of a powerful attack-type soul master of the same level.
Among the body enhancement skills of the first spirit ring, the power of the raging bull is definitely in the top three, even stronger than the White Tiger Protective Barrier, the first spirit skill of the White Tiger Martial Soul, which has been passed down for ten thousand years.
But this boy, who looked no more than fifteen years old, actually suppressed him with one hand?
A human body can actually contend with his true form, the Bronze Bull? Even a Title Douluo couldn't do that! Just who is this so-called Holy Emperor? *crack*
The ear-piercing sound of bones cracking interrupted his thoughts. Five iron-like fingers dug into the bronze bull's skull, crushing its steel-hard bones. Then, the long fingers clenched into a fist and slammed in, unleashing a brute force like a giant hammer. A sensation that struck his very soul pierced through his entire body like lightning.
The massive bronze bull's body trembled violently. Its powerful muscles no longer had a metallic texture; instead, they seemed unable to support its body and turned into something that rippled like jelly. On the black armor protecting its vital parts, a soul-guiding device that had been quietly activated also vanished.
Although it was just a cow, the Martial Soul True Body was originally transformed from a Soul Master, so it was not much different from his own head being hit hard.
Impossible! This is impossible! How can someone be so young yet so powerful?
All his emotions culminated in a final scream. The black armor at his joints crumbled, and his massive body collapsed to his knees, reverting to a short, stocky human form.
Commander Niu was still standing, supported by his tattered armor, but the bloody, gaping wound on his forehead signaled his impending doom.
Nan Qiuqiu's eyes shone with surprise, yet she hesitated to speak. Ye Guyi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, finding the absurd scene before her unbelievable.
The Holy Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult, whom she had always sought to uncover, turned out to be just a boy who looked even younger than herself, and who had killed a top-tier Martial Soul Saint with his bare hands.
Still reeling from the shock, the figure turned around, walked straight past them, and headed towards the back.
Just then, an extremely suppressed, chilling, and sinister aura suddenly erupted from behind them!
"Xiaoya!" Ye Guyi turned around abruptly, her pupils shrinking.
Tang Ya was enveloped in a thick, inky aura of evil. The blue silver grass, which was originally just dark blue, now resembled a deep, dark blue crystal, dancing wildly and radiating a terrifying, devouring desire.
Her eyes, beneath the purple eyeshadow, had turned completely black, with no white showing at all, exuding a deathly stillness tinged with an eerie madness.
"Tang Ya, are you crazy?!" Yu Mengdi shouted, and the golden light of the sacred twin swords in her hands surged. With a wave of the sword light, she cut off several blue silver vines that tried to entangle her.
Nan Qiuqiu waved her hand, and a layer of annihilating power protected her and Ye Guyi. She seemed to have thought of something, and took a step back, her face pale.
"She has completely embraced the evil attribute within her martial soul. Her mind has been corrupted and altered by the evil energy." Ye Gu's Angel wings trembled slightly.
Even within the former Holy Spirit Cult, evil soul masters who have reached this level are extremely rare. Once they completely embrace their evil, what dominates them is no longer their personality and reason, but the evil energy within their martial soul, which will completely distort a person's soul.
Only the boy who descended from the sky did not dodge or avoid the frenzied blue-silver vines surrounding Tang Ya's body; he simply walked straight past them.
Seemingly yearning for some aura emanating from Kong Tianxu, or perhaps sensing a threat through her primal instincts, Tang Ya subconsciously stretched out her hands. Countless blue silver grasses sprouted from beneath her feet like sharp thorns, then quickly bloomed towards the boy.
Ye Guyi instinctively wanted to step forward to help, but was pulled back by Yu Mengdi and Nan Qiuqiu at the same time. Although there was worry in the eyes of the two girls, there was more of an almost blind trust as they stared intently at the surging dark blue silver grass.
A flash of silver light appeared in the boy's eyes.
Without any violent fluctuations in soul power, the thousands of vines that had been tightly binding him, like venomous snakes about to devour him, suddenly froze as if they had encountered an irresistible king. Then, they rolled back at an even faster speed, tightly binding Tang Ya herself.
The boy also raised his palm, the same palm that shattered the Seven-Ring Soul Saint Martial Soul True Body.
Ye Guyi closed her eyes in pain, her heart filled with despair.
But at that very moment, both Yu Mengdi's Angelic Martial Soul and her Holy Angelic Martial Soul appeared on their own under the pull of a certain power.
That was a deity remarkably similar to her.
Ye Guyi opened her eyes.
A glimmer of light appeared in the boy's palm.
"Are we... dead?"
Tang Ya's long, curly eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly awoke from a warm, peaceful golden dream.
As their vision gradually cleared, they saw three faces—Nan Qiuqiu, Yu Mengdi, and Ye Guyi—each with a look of concern and anxiety.
"Silly girl," Yu Mengdi said, visibly relieved to see her awake. She gently patted her still pale cheeks. "What nonsense are you talking about? It was the Holy Emperor who saved us, and he saved you too."
"Holy Emperor?" Tang Ya repeated blankly, memories flooding back like a tide—the reassuring embrace in the thicket of thorns, the warm power that dispelled the coldness and madness within her—fragments gradually pieced together.
After confirming that Tang Ya's eyes had regained their clarity and the turbulent evil energy within her had vanished without a trace, Ye Guyi's furrowed brows did not completely relax. Her gaze, filled with deep contemplation, turned towards the direction where the silver-haired boy had disappeared.
The so-called Holy Emperor left after combining her and Yu Mengdi's angelic power to purify the evil energy in Tang Ya's martial soul. However, judging from the brief but familiar conversation between Yu Mengdi and Nan Qiuqiu and him, they were obviously already acquainted.
Perhaps she knows them too.
With silver hair, purple eyes, and the silver light that controlled Tangya's Blue Silver Grass, probably no one in the Sun Moon Empire could fail to associate such features with that person.
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But Ye Guyi could never have imagined that the young hero, the Supreme Dragon Kong Tianxu, whom countless people in the Sun Moon Empire, including herself, admired, was actually the same person as the Holy Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Moreover, she was certain that the divine power, which was even stronger than her own, was something that neither the Silver Dragon nor her original martial soul could unleash.
For a moment, looking at the corpses of the evil knights lying in the alley, Ye Guyi was filled with confusion.
"Hey, now you can finally tell us who you really are, right?" Nan Qiuqiu put her hands on her hips and looked at Ye Guyi with dissatisfaction and curiosity.
"My name is Ye Guyi, and my martial soul is indeed the Holy Angel." Ye Guyi sighed. "In fact, the existence of these Evil-Slaying Knights is also to better maintain order in the Soul Master world. At the very least, the lives of those ordinary knights should be spared."
"Not a capital offense?" Yu Mengdi sneered, helping Tang Ya to her feet. As if she had expected this, she walked straight to a hidden corner in the alley, pointing to it. "I hope you'll still think that way after you see this."
The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a previously unseen Ruthless Knight lying dead, his condition similar to the others.
But not far from him, a damaged black soul-guiding device stood out starkly. Beside the device, a middle-aged couple lay unconscious in the dust, their breaths weak but their life force relatively stable.
Tang Ya recognized them at a glance—the kind couple who had given her the grilled fish.
A chilling rage surged within him. These guys, with their overwhelming numerical superiority, still didn't forget to take innocent civilians hostage or as bargaining chips?
Although she hadn't been with the Holy Spirit Cult for long, she had accumulated some basic knowledge about soul tools. This kind of remote soul tool wasn't high-level, but it was extremely cruel, specifically used for execution. With just a thought from the user, they could kill the two of them. "Do you still think you shouldn't have killed them?" Yu Mengdi said coldly to Ye Guyi.
Ye Guyi looked at the two commoners who showed no signs of soul power fluctuations, her lips moved, but in the end all her words turned into a silent sigh.
She was speechless.
Seeing the heavy atmosphere, Nan Qiuqiu quickly changed the subject and looked at Tang Ya to comfort her, "Tang Ya, do you still want to go back to Tang Sect? If you really want to go, Mengdi and I have discussed it, and we can go with you."
Tang Ya remained silent, slowly squatted down, carefully examined the stall owner and his wife, took out two nourishing pills from her storage soul tool, and carefully fed them to them.
After doing all this, she stood up, gently pulled up the hood of her wide white robe, and once again hid her face and all her vulnerable emotions in the shadows.
Her gaze swept over the blood-soaked, cold alley one last time, and her voice, carried through the fabric, was calm yet resolute: "No, let's go."
"That home—I can never go back to it."
Sun and Moon Empire, Ming Capital.
Viewed from above, this giant city without walls presents a peculiar rhythm.
The towering metal buildings may seem chaotic, but in the eyes of a level nine soul master, each structure is precisely positioned on a node of the soul power network. The entire city resembles a soul guidance structure diagram that has been laid out, with countless streams of soul power flowing between the buildings.
Within this intricate network, there is a special node that occasionally flashes with various strange lights, yet it always manages to remain hidden, like the eye of a formation, nestled in an inconspicuous spot.
This is the true location of the Hall of Worship, or as it is known, the Royal Academy.
At this moment, Kong Tianxu, dressed in a silver-gray casual suit, was walking through the passageway deep inside the research institute, glancing at the time flowing on the metal wall.
It's alright, the little accident on the road didn't delay us much. Grandpa should be free of work right now.
Yes, it was a minor accident.
Three years ago, he had to struggle for a long time and use all his means to fight for a chance of survival when facing a Soul Saint. But now, he is no longer afraid of a Seven-Ring expert. He can deal with two Soul Saints without much effort.
The pitch-black alloy door slid open silently, revealing a circular laboratory with an inner diameter of over a hundred meters. Kong Deming stood with his back to the entrance, his hands clasped behind his back. However, Kong Tianxu could clearly sense an invisible spiritual fluctuation communicating with the soul guidance nodes throughout the laboratory, driving the auxiliary mechanical arms to assemble something at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
"You're back?" Kong Deming didn't turn around; his voice echoed in the empty laboratory.
"Grandpa, has the final direction of the humanoid soul tool been determined?" Kong Tianxu's gaze was focused on the huge construct that was being assembled.
As he gazed upon them, the seemingly chaotic parts gradually revealed their complete form—a metal giant over fifteen meters tall.
Although the exterior is still somewhat rough, the overall structure is already formed, and a cockpit-like layout can be seen inside the open chest cavity.
Even more astonishing is that this metal giant contains thousands of core magic arrays, and the rare metals used in it themselves emit powerful energy fluctuations.
"Not yet, but Xu Guoyi has been inexplicably generous lately, actually supporting the simultaneous large-scale development of research paths for both gigantic and armored humanoid soul tools."
Kong Deming completed the verification simply by observing the flow of energy between the core magic arrays. After inputting a few more commands, he turned to Kong Tianxu with a smile, his eyes lighting up as he said, "Good lad, this is a physique close to that of a Super Douluo? How's it going, Tianxu? How much have you gained these past few days?"
Kong Tianxu nodded and handed a storage soul guide ring to Kong Deming.
"Very good, Senior Dragon Emperor has taught us quite diligently. As for the alchemy matter, Grandpa, take a look. These materials are very potent; I'm afraid a level nine alchemy furnace will be needed."
"I naturally have a level nine alchemy furnace here, and it's even at the peak of level nine. I just don't know what kind of pill you want to refine that would require me, the number one alchemist in the empire, to come out."
Kong Deming took it with interest, but didn't examine it immediately. Instead, a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Hmm, your soul power has improved quite a bit, but your soul master level is stagnant, right?"
Kong Tianxu immediately burst into tears. "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
Kong Deming ruffled his hair in annoyance and said, "You have the nerve to say that? How long has it been since you systematically learned how to make soul tools after you broke through to Soul King? Don't forget, you're already a Level 7 Soul Master. And this time, even if you want to give up your Soul Master training, I absolutely won't allow it."
"what?"
Kong Tianxu looked at Kong Deming with a puzzled expression. After obtaining his third martial soul and the God of Destruction, he had a long talk with his grandfather. After that, he focused on using various soul tools and reduced his focus on crafting them, instead prioritizing his soul master abilities.
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