Chapter 438: Wind Fangs

"Companion Sacred Artifact?"

Even 'Thunderfoot' Valit now felt that Li Mochen was too greedy. The guy had even thrown in a large amount of 'Night Marrow Divine Gold' and some scattered metal materials, wrapping them around the already transformed sacred nails.

"Mr. Braden, you gave him these materials, didn't you?"

'Night Marrow Divine Gold' is a liquid metal produced in the dark world. Although it originates from that dim, lightless realm deemed a land of sin by the old and new churches, it possesses immense sacredness.

Once solidified, it not only has a hardness second only to mythic metals but also a powerful self-repair capability, making it extremely precious, rare, and costly.

"He did get them from me, but that was ten days ago."

Anthony Braden guessed that Li Mochen had long planned to use this opportunity to forge a sacred artifact for Robert.

Originally, he intended to craft a defensive 'Sacred Armament' to help Robert suppress and purify the Devourer of Ten Thousand Souls.

However, upon seeing these 'Sacred Nails', Li Mochen changed his plan on the spot, using them and the legendary souls to forge sacred swords.

One had to admit Li Mochen's idea was quite good. This blood-eyed maid indeed needed a 'Sacred Armament' to suppress the curse and stabilize her own spiritual will.

After all, even after Li Mochen's blood sacrifice purification, the 'Devourer of Ten Thousand Souls' on Robert still existed and would not dissipate.

The vengeful souls and curses within the War Angel's Heart were far beyond what today's blood sacrifice could compare. The Maya gods had slaughtered countless lives to create it.

Thus, even after ten thousand years, the curse power remained potent enough to topple a minor deity from its throne.

But if these thirteen sacred swords, with the 'Sacred Nails' as their sword bones, were used, their natural克制 against souls and evil entities would not only help Robert suppress the Devourer of Ten Thousand Souls but also purify the curse power in the shortest time.

However—

Anthony thought it would be a miracle if Li Mochen could successfully forge these thirteen 'Sacred Swords' in such a state.

He asked himself that if he were in Li Mochen's place, his chance of success would be zero.

Yet, to Anthony's bewilderment, these 'Sacred Armaments' were gradually taking shape before his eyes. It seemed some invisible great force was aiding Li Mochen, keeping the blood flames, ignited by the clash of soul-devouring and blood energy, at the perfect temperature; the naturally formed magic patterns on the blades were taking nearly perfect shapes under some guidance; and the various metal materials, including 'Night Marrow Divine Gold', were fusing in the most optimal way, giving the blades perfect alloy ratios and layers.

"Ten days ago? Young Master Andre planned to forge these thirteen sacred swords ten days ago?"

'Thunderfoot' Valit frowned, noticing that each sacred sword had a different magical array and form.

This meant Li Mochen had likely designed the blueprints long ago.

"No, Uncle Valit, it was indeed a spur-of-the-moment decision."

Angela shook her head: "He merely guided the characteristics and 'Origin' powers of the thirteen legends into the sword bodies."

Seeing Valit still confused, she explained further: "In the early mythic era, many so-called divine artifacts were not made by humans or gods; they were born naturally, crystals of natural forces. And the various magical scripts passed down today also originate from nature, traces of the root and truth. The runes on these sacred swords—"

"I see, they are manifestations of those legends' fundamental powers, greatly reducing the difficulty of forging, right?"

'Thunderfoot' Valit exclaimed in admiration: "A marvelous forging method. It seems the Eastern legend of sacrificing oneself to forge a sword is not without reason."

But Angela thought the difficulty of this forging method was far from low. It required unparalleled magical energy control and a deep understanding of the characteristics and origins of the thirteen legends.

Moreover, Li Mochen had added the 'Wind' characteristic to the thirteen swords, linking them together, and through Robert's integrated flesh and blood, they became one entity.

So her feelings now were similar to Anthony's: they both wondered, 'This is possible? What the hell!'

If it succeeded, it would be comparable to a miracle.

At this moment, Li Mochen was watching the 'Divine Fortune Purple Gold Pagoda' in his mind, which had been entwined by over six thousand strands of colorful spiritual light, now reduced to less than a hundred.

Previously, preventing Robert from being sacrificed by Cassari Gates had brought him immense merit, totaling over five thousand strands. Later, his wish to 'completely purify Robert's soul' had cost over a thousand strands but brought back roughly the same amount.

However, the forging of these thirteen sacred swords had consumed all that vast merit, causing Li Mochen to feel a pang of regret.

Fortunately, the set of sacred swords was finally completed. Although the strongest was only a fourth-grade sacred artifact and the weakest a second-grade.

Li Mochen dared not continue strengthening them; it was far beyond his ability. And once the merit was exhausted, it would bring calamity upon him.

When the sacred swords rang out in unison, each emitting a holy glow that dispelled the curses and blood energy, Li Mochen withdrew his magical power.

At this point, even the magic source in his external elixir 'Three Dragons' was depleted. Li Mochen's body was empty, his spirit exhausted, and his vitality drained, causing him to fall from midair, caught by Hazel, who had been watching his condition closely.

Meanwhile, the remaining blood flames around Robert Yvonne completely dissipated. She waved her hand, taking a maid's outfit from her spatial sacred artifact to cover her naked body. Then she walked to Li Mochen and knelt solemnly on one knee.

"My Master, please give me the sword."

Li Mochen smiled, forcing his weak body to stand steadily, then raised his hand, causing the thirteen sacred swords to fall one by one before him.

"This set of sacred swords, I name them 'Fangs of the Wind God'. Robert, are you willing to be my sword and fight for me?"

"Of course!"

Robert looked up, fixing her eyes on Li Mochen: "Robert Yvonne has always been a servant of the Li family. After awakening this time, I failed to return to my master's side in time, and I feel deeply ashamed."

She had only wanted to do her best to avenge her old master before losing control, but the result—

"Then go, to Atlanta. I happen to have an enemy that needs your help."

Li Mochen gazed into the distance: "Your opponent is Roland Benedict! The primary goal is to drive him back. If possible, kill him for me."

Robert said nothing more. Her body soared into the air, and the thirteen sacred swords followed, emitting piercing sword cries.