"The power of death, I really didn't expect that I would one day touch this aspect!"

Having decided to go all the way to the dark, Muria, who was unrepentant, transformed into a ghostly form, turning into a condensed black gas, hovering in the glorious palace, he was carefully savoring this power that he had once ignored.

Death was a realm he had never touched, he didn't have the slightest comprehension associated with it, and there was no epic of this power among the Titans.

If you really want to say it, it can only be regarded as half a position, that is, Hades, the Hades King who has been canonized as a god in the world of Erathia, has mastered the extremely profound law of death, and is undoubtedly at the top of the god sequence in the world of Erathia.

But it's a pity that, seriously speaking, Hades is not a Titan, but an existence that was reborn from the remains of the corpse after the fall of a Titan.

"Death!" hovered around the palace, and there was a slight murmur, with a sense of dead silence and decay, this is the power of demons, existence can make all things die, it will instinctively plunder the life around it.

Of course, there is a limit to this kind of plunder, and Muria cannot plunder something stronger than his demon form, such as Micalia, who stands in front of him and constantly radiates a holy light.

"How are you going to change the power of death that you wield?" asked Michaelella, looking at the instinctive annoying Muria in front of her, as she felt a little curious, because Muria's thoughts were new to her.

She had never seen anyone attempt to alter the nature of an epic's power, and of course, it was the first time she had seen a being trying to steal an epic's power.

"Hades, I am going to use it as a template to modify the ghost form I have mastered. Muria said what he had already thought of.

"What can you become?" Micaliala was a little surprised, she knew that her husband was more closely associated with the Hades, but she didn't remember that her husband touched the power of death, "Do you understand the power of the law of death?"

"How can I say that? I still know a little bit about the laws of death. Muria's voice sounded a little unconfident.

The laws related to death, Muria wants to understand, strictly speaking, it is not counted, but to say that he does not know at all is also a lie.

Stepping into the realm of epics, there is already a bit of the charm of one law and ten thousand laws. What's more, when he was in the world of Erathia, the Hades had given Muria the authority to resurrect the living, and he still knew a little bit about it.

Moreover, in every world that gives birth to living beings, the law of death is the most basic law and an indispensable link. Muria had observed the operation of all the laws of the three worlds.

Although his attention did not fall on the law of death at that time, he still had some relevant understandings. This is also the power of the ancient epic, they can master a variety of laws, even if they have not mastered it, they have also understood, the epic is a relatively all-powerful existence.

"So if I change my ghost form at this time, it's not a big problem. Muria's confident voice rang out. Let him level the ground and raise a tall building, he can't do it, but let him draw a scoop according to the gourd, he can still do it.

"Since you have faith, then you can start!"

"Good!" Muria couldn't help but feel a little heartache at the cost of changing the nature of an epic power. But if you want to get it, you have to pay it first.

So, Muria gritted her teeth and pulled a few wisps of the source power she had obtained in the previous world, and then merged into her ghost incarnation.

As a result, Muria's ghostly body underwent an astonishing change, a cloud of cold aura exuded it, and the condensed black qi began to surge violently, and began to collapse and compress towards the center.

A bit of white was produced in this black that had been compressed to the extreme, and then, this white began to spread rapidly, and a white crystal skull with deep yin qi appeared, and black hell fire lingered on the skull.

"How?" the skeleton's jaws closed one by one, and a pair of empty eyes looked at Michaelella.

"Is that what you call change?" Micalia frowned as she looked at Muria's condensed skull, "Do you know that I now feel the urge to draw my sword and cut you?"

"Well, I know. "Muria naturally knows what his wife does most often. She frequented the Cave of the Dead in the Obisto subcontinent, and the most cut down were the lichs that inhabited the Cave of the Dead.

His current transformation form is not much different from that of a lich, and it is an extremely crippled version. After all, the Lich still has a skeletal body and a plethora of otherworldly items, and he only has a skull.

However, for the lich, their bodies are just instruments that carry their powerful souls, and they can be replaced at any time, but Muria's body created out of thin air is not a simple carrier.

"But I'm just the beginning, don't worry. Muria comforted Michaliella, but only a transcendent existence like Michaela could listen to Muria so calmly, and ordinary mortals would be scared to death just by seeing Muria.

"Then you will continue to change!"

"You know I'm a little obsessive-compulsive, I like to strive for perfection, so it's a little bit slow. ”

As Muria spoke, a tiny vertebra grew out of thin air under his glittering skull, and after a few moments, another grew out.

Bone after bone was created out of thin air by Muria using source power, and as Muria's body for herself became more and more perfect, Michaella's brow gradually relaxed, and she could already see what Muria wanted to do.

"Titans?"

"Well, that's right. Muria, who was working hard to shape a body for himself and experienced the pleasure of creation, answered.

...... "Michaelella didn't know what to say. In the thousands of fusions with Muria, she was extremely familiar with Muria's body structure, so she could see at a glance what Muria was building.

Although the skeleton created by Muria looks anomalously similar to a human, it is only in form, and the actual structure has nothing to do with humans.

Because, Muria is building the remains of the Titans, as he said, he is imitating Hades, and the origin of Hades is the remains of the fallen Titans.

"You're really lazy, the template you built with this skeleton is yourself. ”

"It's not lazy," Murria retorted righteously, "it's the best choice, and it's the best for me." ”

"This is the only thing where you imitate Hades the most, and you can't imitate the rest. After seeing that Muria had already built all the bones of the torso, Migalella commented seriously.

"Forget about the rest, but my Titan Skeleton is not a simple imitation, and the texture is definitely the same as when the Immortal King first woke up. When it comes to his own field, Muria corrects his wife very seriously.

The skeleton he is shaping now is a real Titan bone, and this is not a simple resemblance. It is not simply said that the source force can evolve all things, and the body of the titan is also within the scope of the evolution of the source force.

As long as the source power is sufficient, it can be all-powerful. The founding emperor of the Uralos Empire, that is, the hybrid of a Titan and a human, after becoming an epic, his body transformed into a real Titan body, and this is the result of the source force.

And in the same way, if an epic of human promotion, as long as he wants to, and at the same time is willing to do so, then he can use the source power to shape an epic Titan body for himself.

But basically no human epic would do this, because the cost is too great to be appropriate. And even if you have the body of a real Titan, it is far less powerful than the original Titan, because the sense of battle can't keep up.

"How much source power did you use to shape the body of the Titan?" Micalia looked at the remains of the Titans shaped by Muria, her eyes became a little subtle, this skeleton body had begun to take shape at this time, and she could see his approximate height, about ten meters or so.

For ordinary mortals, ten meters is naturally a complete giant, but for a real Titan, the ten-meter-tall body is simply funny, except for the newborn Titan baby, almost no Titan will be so small.

"Ahem, not much. ”

"So, you're just guaranteeing quality, right?"

"Quality is the most important thing. Muria laughed a little embarrassed, but in the eyes of others, such a smile is extremely eerie and terrifying, and it is easy to scare children.

"You try to tie this body you created to the Titan in front of your dad and see how he reacts?"

Micaliera raised her eyebrows and quipped.

"There's no need for this, my body is so small, it's enough in this world, and when I return, I'll regain all my strength. ”

Muria, who had already completed the construction of his body, moved around, he only used a little bit of Force, and in the pursuit of quality, he could naturally only build such a large body.

"That's it?"

"It's not over yet. Muria stretched out her skeletal palm like white jade, and gently shook it, lingering around his body, and the black qi of dead power surged towards his simple version of the Titan's skeleton body.

Black qi condensed, filling between his bones, lingering on the surface of his body, and then a pair of black armor made of pure condensation of death qi covered his body, and behind him, three pairs of jet-black six wings representing death spread out.