Chapter 444: War Souls and Movement and Stillness

"Spirit Devouring Forging? War Soul?"

Eve was speechless. "What kind of flowery nonsense are you making up? Standing before you is the only race on the continent that has mastered the Spirit Arts of the War Soul lineage. You really dare talk big."

Rod spread his hands. "That was before. It isn't anymore."

Using the Spirit Devouring Forging method to build a War Soul would be considerably faster.

But this thing was, after all, an ancient-level White Dragon, and its sheer size was right there—no matter what, it would still take about a week or so.

He didn't know whether the Nagas could hold out that long.

"Hehe, just because I shared a 【War Soul Impact】 with you, you're getting cocky? Is your War Soul built yet, little junior?"

Eve wore the smug expression of a big sister looking at her little underclassman.

Then she planted her hands on her hips, and the sweet melons swayed violently from side to side along with the motion.

"Not afraid to tell you—I, Eve herself, of the Braal Clan, four-armed Naga—broke the fastest record for War Soul construction in Mirror Desert. I completed construction in only six months. If you have any questions, ask me nicely, and this senior will clear them up for you."

Rod laughed.

He lifted the palm he had pressed against the ice block and found that he could absorb the scales without direct contact, as long as he didn't stay too far away.

"Then may I ask, Senior Eve, how many War Souls have you constructed in total?"

Hearing that.

She shook her head, patted Rod's shoulder with the air of one lamenting a hopeless case.

"Junior, junior, when it comes to War Souls, the best way is to build them using yourself as the template. The buffs come fast, and they grow as you grow. Don't bite off more than you can chew."

The Land Naga's priestly Spirit Arts were different from those of other Nagas.

They relied on the skill 【Ancestral Spirit Communion】, and the War Souls constructed in the early stage were only for transition. Once they learned 【Ancestral Spirit Communion】, they would transform the War Soul into the image of an Ancestral Spirit, and their spellcasting ability could advance further.

Mother-in-law Lady Lilian was exactly this type of Naga priestess.

As she spoke.

Behind Eve, pale-blue spiritual mist drifted and floated, then slowly assembled into a four-armed Naga clad in gold and silver, splendid armor, and exquisite weapons.

Its appearance and features were the same as hers, only larger in size.

And its expression was holy and proud, forming a stark contrast with her current hands-on-hips, chin-up, foolishly smug look.

"See that? Though you don't need to reach my level—roughly enough is fine. After all, not everyone has the talent of a four-armed Naga like me, hahahahaha—"

"Hehe."

Rod smiled.

Behind him, an even denser, vaster expanse of pale-blue spiritual mist emerged.

Then it suddenly swelled and rose, slowly coalescing into shape.

Eve's smiling face froze, and along with the War Soul taking shape and rising, she tilted her head upward.

When she saw the massive Bronze Dragon War Soul—clad in heavy bronze-scale armor, every muscle brimming with explosive power, standing proud like a mountain.

She was utterly dumbfounded.

The Bronze Dragon War Soul alone stood ten meters tall, far surpassing the ancient White Dragon beside it. With wings slightly spread, it pressed against the rock walls that were cramped for it, rumbling loudly.

War Souls were generally much larger than real dragons because they didn't need to account for body weight and gravity.

The Emerald City Bronze Dragon that served as the template was estimated to stand only about five meters tall.

The Bronze Dragon War Soul's enormous head turned toward Eve, bared its teeth in a low growl, and a heavy dragon's majesty spread outward.

Eve actually felt as if she were facing a real dragon, and a chill ran down her spine.

Rod snapped his fingers.

The War Soul dissolved back into mist, gathering rapidly like a vacuum cleaner.

Then it displayed the images of two more War Souls: the Fungal Warrior Gorgon and the Star Realm Ambusher.

Eve was even more stunned.

"Three?! Your spiritual and soul power is this strong?!"

Nagas also constructed War Souls other than their own image, but limited by insufficient soul power and spirituality, they generally couldn't construct War Souls that were too large, let alone two or more.

For them, this was entirely thankless and unrewarding.

"Senior Eve can't?"

Rod wore an innocent face, which made Eve's teeth itch.

He smiled, then continued:

"This is my path for advancing to Seventh-Tier—a War Soul-type spiritual warrior. Every time I construct a new War Soul, the continent's spirituality grants different buffs and Spirit Arts. Senior Eve, your lot are long past your prime."

Hearing this, Eve was first annoyed and was about to retort, but she quickly calmed down and became excited.

In her mind appeared a picture of a giant dragon War Soul appearing behind her as well, scaring off the riffraff, and then dominating Mirror Desert in one fell swoop.

Her beautiful eyes lit up, and she swam over to Rod, her supple body pressing against him.

Her arms wrapped around Rod's bear-like waist, and her chin nuzzled against his collarbone.

When she looked up again, her eyes were already sultry as silk.

"Master~~ I have a War Soul too, so can I walk this path too~~"

She never visits the hall of the Three Treasures without a reason.

Here she came again.

"Of course, but well... your spiritual capacity isn't as good as mine, so constructing it would probably be very difficult."

"Master definitely has a way. Help Eve out~~"

Rod raised an eyebrow.

His palm slid to her lower back, then gradually moved down onto her serpentine body.

"That depends on your ability. If you can make me happy... I just might help you construct a War Soul of this White Dragon."

Rod himself used 【Spirit Devouring Forging】.

When the time came to help Eve, he would use the most basic 【Shape Forging】, which didn't conflict.

The moment his words fell.

Eve kissed over, her powerful snake body moving about at will.

After parting a good while later, she said between light pants:

"I can only stay with you for two hours. I have to go back later to check on my mother's situation. After that, I can have the Naga stall here for about five days. Is it alright if I'm with you however you like during those five days, Master?"

Rod didn't respond, burying his head and gnawing over again.

Sorry about that.

You're absolutely not going back tonight. After I'm done with you, I still have to go back for my second round with Lady Lilian.

Eve let out a soft sound.

And kissed back passionately.

The two of them grew increasingly bold, embracing together.

Tally snickered and walked over, joining in as well.

Nuzzling here, peeking there, her whole focus was sneaking little snacks.

Then she'd help push a couple times, give a little squeeze, that sort of thing.

As for Wynna.

Her face reddened, and tactfully she turned and walked outside, then plugged her ears.

Not long after.

The sounds grew louder and louder, and all sorts of sweet nothings still drilled into her ears.

One hour later.

That Naga named Eve could no longer speak a single complete sentence, only dazedly and blankly muttering some incomprehensible delirious words.

Various sounds and muffled groans came one after another without pause.

This scene.

Bounced back and forth between the human swordsman's grave mound and the white dragon's ice seal, the commotion reverberating.

The silence of death and the music of life played in turn.

Wynna felt a tightness in her chest, a little uncomfortable.

She was just about to start reciting the knight adventure stories she'd heard as a child, to blur out this feeling and the sounds.

"Crack—"

Suddenly, the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword not far from her let out a sharp snap.

(End of this chapter)