King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1126 - 1126 113 Remodeling the Divine Machine

Chapter 1126: Chapter 113: Remodeling the Divine Machine Chapter 1126: Chapter 113: Remodeling the Divine Machine The nauseating stench of blood pervaded the air as Muria strolled through the testing grounds, dodging the attacks of Desolate Beasts while simultaneously lifting his hand to chop out sword lights, slashing down the various Desolate Beasts released by the base as easily as if he were chopping vegetables.

“Fenrir, the Divine Machine you are currently using possesses three forms and is the seventh generation,” he said. “You’re currently using Close Combat-Sword Mode, you could try switching to Intermediate and Long Range-Gun Mode.”

From the observation room, a guiding voice transmitted instructions on how to use the Divine Machine after witnessing Muria’s near-monstrous performance in close combat.

Of course, they were not overly surprised since, among the Qualifiers, there were always some exceptionally special beings. As this occurred frequently, they had grown accustomed to it.

Strictly speaking, Muria’s performance was not too outrageous since the Desolate Beasts they had captured were not powerful, and no matter how they were fed, they would gradually weaken over time and eventually die due to imprisonment.

“A multi-form biomechanical weapon? Interesting.” Following the guidance, Muria activated the gun mode of the Divine Machine in his hand, and he watched as the device rapidly transformed in a very short time, extending a section of greasy black gun barrels.

Boom!

A fist-thick blue energy beam shot out from the Divine Machine and struck a Desolate Beast that was just about to attack. The violent energy tore through the beast’s bone armor, melted its flesh, and shattered its skeleton.

With just one shot, the body of the Desolate Beast was pierced through. With such a penetrating injury, the beast perished on the spot.

However, the outcome that would normally make any Divine Machine User cheer only caused Muria to frown because the results were disproportionate to the effort expended.

Since the start of this battle power test, Muria had been using the Divine Machine to fight, his only exertion being his physical energy. The energy for every sword light he unleashed came from the Divine Machine.

When the Divine Machine’s energy was exhausted, it was nothing more than a slightly uniquely shaped cold weapon. A Divine Machine User, without any extraordinary power, was essentially just a slightly unique, powerful human.

A Divine Machine User who had exhausted the device’s energy would even have less lethality than a well-armed elite soldier. Thus, it was crucial to use the energy within the Divine Machine efficiently and to end the battle before it ran out.

In Muria’s view, the gun mode of the Divine Machine was virtually a death wish, as its energy consumption was in no way comparable to that of the close combat sword mode.

The Desolate Beast he had just shattered using the gun mode could have been instantly killed by a single sword light as well, with the same effects, but the energy expenditure was vastly different. The energy depletion of the gun mode was more than ten times that of the sword mode.

But the gun mode had its advantages. To reach Muria’s level of proficiency with the sword mode would require at least a decade of training, whereas the gun mode was much simpler—just needing a body capable of pulling the trigger and withstanding the powerful recoil.

The gun mode was simple yet brutal, its only downside being its terrifying energy consumption.

“Fenrir, switch to the Divine Machine’s last and forbidden form—Swallow Mode.”

The voice rang again, but this time it sounded very serious, “This is the forbidden form that should only be used when the Divine Machine’s energy is about to be exhausted and there are still Desolate Beasts nearby. Do not use it unless absolutely necessary,”

“How do I use it?” Muria asked, frowning. Although he disliked the gun mode due to its high energy consumption, he had still fired more than a dozen shots because the thrill of brainlessly annihilating everything with cannon fire was quite appealing.

“I hope this is your first and last time using this Forbidden Form.” The words, which were almost like a blessing but also an unreal dream, echoed, and then Muria activated the Forbidden-Swallow Mode.

Roar!

A deep, beastly roar resounded as Muria watched the Divine Machine in his hand disassemble, revealing the slightly wriggling flesh within its core.

Following that, these crimson glowing pieces of flesh began to stretch out, forming a head with nothing but a mouth. As soon as this head took shape, it didn’t need Muria’s control to bite towards the nearest corpse of a Desolate Beast, swallowing it whole in one gulp.

“Not bad.” By merely swallowing that one corpse, Muria felt the energy within the Divine Machine in his hand start to recover at a very evident and rapid pace.

He also understood why these humans called this form forbidden. As he felt the essence of the Divine Machine in his hand enhancing slightly after swallowing the corpse, and as the consciousness he just annihilated began to regenerate, growing stronger than before.

However, after this consciousness emerged within the Divine Machine, it curled up and stayed quiet, not daring to challenge his own consciousness again, seemingly retaining the painful lesson from before.

But this was only the case in the presence of Muria. For anyone else, it would be completely different.

Every time the Swallow Mode of the Divine Machine was used, the Divine Machine would become a bit stronger. In theory, the Divine Machine could be infinitely strengthened, but theory is just theory, and no Divine Machine User would dare to completely unleash the limits and continually use the Divine Machine’s Swallow Mode.

The Divine Machine, a biological weapon created from the Evil God’s Followers, can somewhat fancifully be described as a dangerous weapon that constantly seeks to devour its master. The more powerful the Divine Machine, the more perilous it becomes for its user.

Of course, such dangers did not exist for Muria, even if the Divine Machine was made from the genuine flesh of an Evil God. He was unfazed because he had the strength to suppress it.

…

“Divine Machine- Azure has no issues at all. The only reason it was so smoothly mastered is that the will of Divine Machine User Fenrir was overwhelmingly strong, effortlessly suppressing the Divine Machine,”

“If his will is that strong, it means Fenrir could use the Forbidden Mode multiple times without being devoured, right?” the officer probed.

“Theoretically that’s true, but we never recommend using the Forbidden Mode as a regular combat form. It should only be used desperately,” the researcher said, pushing his black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose with a serious expression.

“I understand that every time a Divine Machine User employs the Swallow Mode, they are a step closer to death. However, I would like to know the exact data. How many times can a Divine Machine User like Fenrir use the Forbidden Mode before losing control?”

“I do not know; there are no detailed data,” the researcher replied with an unusually cold face.

“But there must be a rough range, right? Your database must have collected substantial data on Divine Machine Users, which could be referenced against Fenrir’s situation.”

“No comment.”

“This is completely pointless. You are not the only researcher here; if you don’t answer, I can ask someone else.”

“Then go ask someone else. I will not answer such questions. Divine Machine Users are heroes who protect humanity and ensure its continuation, not consumables.”

“Yes, I know. Divine Machine Users are our human heroes, and no one would deny that,” the officer said as he shook his head with a smile and left the observation room. “Yet, they are heroes who do not survive ten years after picking up a Divine Machine.”

…

“What a tragic world.” Muria returned from the underground of the base to his residence above ground and lay on his bed, pondering. Starting today, he was a Divine Machine User, a symbol of the world’s resistance.

“I still need to gather more information,” Muria muttered as he casually picked up his Divine Machine with one hand, looking at it as if it were merely a toy made of plastic, feeling no pressure at all.

“It would be better to meet with the researchers who create Divine Machines to understand how they are made. Of course, it would be even better to find the human who invented them.”

Muria was contemplating how to create a batch of Divine Machines for himself, as the text implies, aiming to produce a group of weapons that could completely replace the existing ones, fraught with significant risks.

The technology for creating Divine Machines isn’t particularly advanced; it merely involves the integration of civilization’s technology with flesh that has powerful vitality. The core of it lies in the Evil God’s Followers’ Active Flesh.

This is the tragedy of this small world. There are no extraordinary powers in the world, so the core material for Divine Machines can only be extracted from the invaders.

Because there are no extraordinary materials in this world that could replace the Evil God’s Active Flesh, not even inferior ones, the humans of this small world might want to resist, but they lack options, inevitably leading to a tragic outcome.

But humans may not have found other active flesh to replace the core of the Divine Machines, Muria is different; for him, he can have as much Active Flesh as he wishes.

Thus, the core materials for the Divine Machines are not an issue at all. The key problem is how to manufacture them. Furthermore, Muria could guarantee one thing: the Divine Machines he created would have no hidden dangers and would definitely not devour their users.

Eventually, Divine Machines marked with his imprint, replacing the current man-made Divine Machines from the Evil God’s Followers’ flesh, would restore hope to human civilization. Only then would humanity truly have the strength to resist the invasion of the Evil Gods.

Of course, Muria’s goal was not merely this. The slight increase in combat power gained from replacing the current Divine Machines was not impressive to him, as it could not help in any upcoming battle against the Evil Gods.

His main purpose was to gain favor in this small world, to make the World Will, which had been activated by the impending destruction, understand that his arrival was as a savior with no malice.

This would grant Muria home-court advantage when the Descent of the Evil God occurred. Of course, his underlying schemes went deeper, but such plots were still in the realm of fantasy and had no potential for realization yet.