Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



William needed them to hammer, then return the mix into the ovens again, before hammering it once more.

They kept doing this for two days, cleansing the melted ores until a dimly shining silver melted liquid appeared.

"It's not the best result, but this will do," he then turned all of a sudden towards the high-end masters around, "Bring me the army leaders, all the high-end masters, they need to do something for me."

They didn't get what he wanted them to do, but when they arrived, he said something weird.

"I want you to drop your blood here, over these," he pointed at thirty melted semi-solid liquid on trays, waiting for them to do this.

"What do you mean?" they asked in doubt, but he simply explained things over to them.

He gave them something they could understand, telling them they had to do so to make sure the final weapons wouldn't hit them or any of the masters affiliated with them. They didn't get it even when he gave such a simple reason, and yet they started to do as he said.

"Now… It's the turn of the king," When the last master placed his blood here, William turned towards one spot and muttered.

"What? You also need the king to do this?!!!" It wasn't just Sloth, but almost everyone here felt the same kind of shock and surprise about what he said. They looked at him in a weird way, but he remained silent and waited.

He already fetched Anjie to bring the king here. In the next few minutes, the king appeared in everyone's line of vision, walking alongside his royal guards and his daughter.

"You want my blood? I hope this is going to end up well in the end," the king placed his blood without hesitation, but William wasn't satisfied with this.

"Place it over all of these," William didn't let masters place their blood over more than one alloy. And now he asked the king to drop his blood overall.

"Do you want to suck my blood dry or what?" the king laughed, but William responded with actions not words like his habit.

He dropped his blood following the king, on all of the alloys here. "Now you can go back," William said not only to the king but also to all the formidable masters here, "make sure the incoming spirit tides are going to be stopped no matter what."

"Monster tides?" his words made everyone puzzled, but he simply nodded as he added:

"Just trust me, things are going to turn for the worst the moment I start finalising this. Go now, and make sure to protect this place with all your might, got it?"

He didn't stand on stage for a single moment later, as he ordered his monstrous weapons using his mind control to take them back to ovens and keep working on melting them.

As they watched him return to work, in silence this time, they got his message. It was as if he was saying: Go and do your job, and I'll do mine.

As they started to disperse, the king ordered a few to remain behind, watch and learn from William. He noticed their presence, but didn't mind that actually.

Yet he didn't say any more about what he was going to do. As the monstrous weapons returned to melt the ores, taking almost half a day to do so, he started to forge something special.

He already left part of the melted ores in one oven and kept it melting and popping there. He didn't try to cleanse it, nor let his monstrous weapons do this.

"Time to make use of that thing I almost paid my life to obtain," the first thing he did was to take something out. It was a large ball, one that was still covered in pieces of rocks, with a small stump coming out from it.

It was the Troll Tower Heart, the piece he had to risk his life before to obtain. He didn't plan to use it before. Yet when he saw that huge setting of the enemies, he decided it was time to do something no one ever heard of before; a giant Troll!

This wasn't simply like any of his monstrous weapons, as his monstrous weapons could be controlled solely by him. But this one, the Troll, needed lots of masters to control it. And that was why he asked them to drop their blood over the alloys.

As for the king, he decided to leave this piece of art as a legacy in the kingdom. By the blood of the king, he and any of his successors would be able to control such mighty weapons in times of need, alongside all the successors of the high-end masters who left their blood here as well.

To make this Troll, he needed lots of things to be done first. These were normal parts that could be forged by normal masters. He let them do it, while he'd do the core of this weapon.

The items they made were the joints, the internal structure, the pipes of spirit power, and even the limbs of that Troll. As for the final product, no one could ever imagine it was something as gigantic and scary as the one William planned to make.

As for mimicking his doing, this was by far quite impossible. The secret lay in the heart he acquired, something he was pretty sure had no equal in the world.

Without that heart, trying to build a Troll would fail! As he took the heart out, he started to take measurements and make modifications on flexible moulds, before ending up forming a big ball that was almost double the size of that heart.

And he didn't stop there! He started to add more of the flexible moulds, turning this ball into something that looked as if it had many hairs coming out from it.

"Time to make the capsule."