Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 512:Growth Type Draconic Greatsword

He initiated the strike, and a powerful blow resounded.

CLANG!

The forceful impact drove the surging chaotic energy back into a stable formation. The incandescent molten mass churned but remained intact.

Mareti continued his work without a moment's hesitation. The next component to be integrated was the Abyssal Ember Core.

Unlike the preceding material, this potent core radiated an intense, oppressive heat and tenaciously resisted being broken.

Mareti augmented his power output slightly.

"Breaking seal…"

With a muffled sound, the core fractured, unleashing a torrent of dark crimson flame.

Ethan's eyes sharpened.

"Now!"

Mareti directed the flow of energy forward.

The searing molten flame seamlessly integrated into the blade that was taking shape.

BOOM!

A concussive wave of heat billowed outward, causing the very air within the chamber to shimmer and distort.

Ethan did not retreat. He hefted his hammer once more, delivering a series of rapid strikes.

CLANG! CLANG!

Each resounding blow relentlessly drove the chaotic fire deeper into the weapon's developing structure.

Perspiration beaded on his brow, yet his rhythmic hammering did not falter.

"Keep it stable," he commanded firmly.

"I am trying," Mareti responded, his voice resonating with unwavering calm.

The third material was introduced next.

Radiant Sunsteel Essence.

As it was released, a radiant golden luminescence permeated the area. In stark contrast to the previous two, this energy was serene and pure, flowing effortlessly into the blade and initiating the process of counterbalancing the volatile forces within.

Ethan's barrage of strikes eased slightly.

"…Good," he stated in a low murmur.

The weapon's structure began to exhibit visible signs of stabilization.

The most critical phase was now at hand.

Ethan's gaze keenly focused on the Draconic crystal.

The very vessel containing Volcanus's soul.

The atmosphere grew perceptibly heavier, and even the ambient sounds within the chamber seemed to fall into an unnerving silence.

Rathlos, who had been observing the procedure intently, felt an involuntary shudder traverse his spine.

"…This part," he whispered almost inaudibly, "is going to be absolutely insane."

Ethan extended his hand and grasped the crystal.

For a fleeting moment, he paused as the soul imprisoned within reacted instantaneously. A faint, resonant roar echoed, low but imbued with fierce defiance.

Mareti's expression shifted to one of grave concern.

"Be cautious. If it mounts too much resistance, the entire structure will irrevocably collapse."

Ethan gave a single, decisive nod.

He gently lifted the crystal.

"Opening seal."

Mareti promptly initiated another sequence of intricate magic circles. Gleaming chains of light materialized, encircling the crystal and constricting, effectively suppressing the soul bound within.

"Now."

Ethan acted without delay.

He plunged the crystal into the incandescent molten core. The ensuing reaction was immediate and explosive.

ROOOAR!

The spectral roar of a dragon erupted, reverberating throughout the chamber. The immense furnace quaked violently, and ominous cracks spiderwebbed across the floor beneath their feet.

The soul fought back with all its might. It strained to break free, surging with unrestrained fury within the nascent weapon.

Ethan's grip tightened perceptibly.

"Stay down."

He brought his hammer down once more.

CLANG!

The powerful impact drove the resisting soul deeper into the forming blade. Mareti swiftly reinforced the containment seals.

"Binding sequence active!"

The ethereal chains tightened further, intensifying their glow as they firmly anchored the volatile energy. The draconic essence struggled, but gradually, its integration began.

Ethan resumed his rhythmic hammering.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Each successive blow facilitated the harmonization between the disparate materials and the ferocious soul. The molten mass began to undergo a profound transformation.

Its luminescence deepened, and the energy contained within no longer felt chaotic. It now possessed a palpable vitality; it felt… alive.

Rathlos unconsciously took a step forward, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"…It's actually working…"

Otlo swallowed audibly, his voice strained.

"This is sheer madness…"

Mareti remained silent, his entire concentration dedicated to preserving the precarious balance. Ethan's breathing grew more labored, yet his strikes maintained their steady, controlled rhythm. The distinct form of the weapon began to emerge with increasing clarity. A formidable greatsword materialized, characterized by a robust spine and a broad, substantial blade. Faint, intricate draconic patterns gradually manifested across its surface, resembling luminous veins of energy etched directly into the metal. Ethan finally moderated the tempo of his hammer strikes.

"…Third phase complete."

However, he did not allow himself any moment of relaxation. His unwavering gaze remained fixed upon the evolving weapon.

"Next…"

"Final shaping and soul synchronization."

The most arduous stage of the process still lay ahead. Ethan remained motionless for several seconds, his eyes locked onto the forming greatsword. His breathing gradually stabilized, becoming consistent once more. The molten blade floated serenely within the furnace, emanating a deep, golden-red radiance, while subtle pulses of draconic aura emanated from its core, reminiscent of a steady heartbeat.

"…Final phase," he declared softly.

"Soul synchronization."

The atmosphere within the forging chamber intensified, and even the ambient heat seemed to alter qualitatively. Mareti tightened his grip on his staff, his gaze fixed intently on the blade.

"Once we commence this, there shall be no turning back," he stated in a low, resonant tone. Ethan responded with a simple nod.

"I know."

He advanced a step and raised his hand. This time, he did not reach for his hammer. Instead, he placed his palm directly onto the surface of the molten blade. The instant his skin made contact, the reaction was instantaneous and overwhelming.

ROOOOAR!

The draconic soul within surged fiercely, as if recoiling from everything. The blade vibrated, and the furnace shook even more violently than before. The light flickered, and the power inside grew unstable once more.

Instinctively, Rathlos took a step back.

"...It's resisting again!"

Mareti immediately moved, reinforcing the arrays.

"Stabilizing!"

Chains of light tightened around the blade, yet it proved insufficient. The soul was no longer merely resisting.

It was thinking.

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"...So you've finally awakened."

A profound pressure emanated from the blade.

For an instant, all fell silent.

Then, a faint, distorted voice echoed.

"...Human..."

It was raspy and filled with animosity.

Mareti's expression shifted.

"It's developing self-awareness..."

Ethan didn't move his hand. Instead, he leaned a fraction closer to the blade.

"You are no longer Volcanus," he stated calmly.

"You are now a part of this weapon."

The blade trembled anew.

"...I... am... not... bound..."

The resistance intensified, and the molten metal rippled as if on the verge of collapse.

Mareti raised his voice.

"Ethan, if this persists, it will shatter!"

Ethan's expression remained unchanged.

"Then I shall shatter it first."

He acted immediately. His other hand grasped the hammer once more, employing his soul pressure to compel submission. Simultaneously, he unleashed his divine Flame to strike and weaken the resistance.

CLANG!

The impact struck the blade directly, causing the entire chamber to reverberate.

"Listen carefully," Ethan declared, his voice low and resolute.

"You can fight me now..."

Another strike followed.

CLANG!

"...or you can exist with me."

The draconic aura flared fiercely.

"...I will not yield—"

CLANG!

Ethan struck again, with even greater force this time. The molten blade compressed slightly under the immense pressure.

"You have no choice."

He pressed his hand harder against the blade, and a faint crimson aura began to infuse from his body into it. This was his bloodline. His will. His very presence.

Mareti's eyes widened slightly.

"...He is forcing synchronization."

Within the blade, two distinct forces collided. The sound of Dragon and human clashed repeatedly. Fire against control. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as though everything would disintegrate.

Then, gradually something shifted. The fierce resistance began to subside. The roar weakened, and the voice grew faint.

"...You..."

"...What... are you..."

Ethan exhaled softly.

"...Your wielder."

Silence ensued. Subsequently, the energy within the blade started to stabilize. The glow deepened into a consistent golden-crimson light, and the draconic aura ceased its violent outbursts. It had been accepted.

Mareti released a slow breath.

"...Synchronization complete..."

Ethan finally withdrew his hand.

"...Good."

Without delay, he proceeded to the final stage. He raised the hammer once more.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

This time, his strikes differed. They were no longer about suppression. They were about refinement. With each blow, the molten blade began to solidify. The edges sharpened, the spine thickened, and runic patterns spontaneously emerged across the surface, faintly illuminated by draconic energy. The weapon slowly assumed its definitive form. A colossal greatsword, nearly matching Ethan's height. The blade was broad and slightly curved, with a deep crimson core running through its center like molten magma. The edges shimmered with golden light, so sharp they seemed to distort the very air around them. Dragon-scale patterns adorned the blade, lending it a naturally armored texture, and near the hilt, two horn-like protrusions curved outwards, enhancing its ferocious and ancient appearance. The grip was long and sturdy, wrapped in dark material imbued with energy, and the guard spread like wings. It bore no resemblance to an ordinary weapon. It felt alive.

Ethan slowly lowered the hammer.

"...Finished."

For a moment, no reaction occurred. Then, the sword pulsed. A deep hum resonated through the chamber, and the blade vibrated subtly in the air.

CRACK.

A sharp sound rang out. A thin line of light bisected the center of the blade. Rathlos frowned.

"...What is that?"

In the next instant, the greatsword split apart. The massive blade divided into two equal halves, each becoming somewhat slimmer and sharper while retaining the original structure. Twin swords. Both emanated the same golden-crimson glow and pulsed with identical draconic auras.

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly. "I have crafted it to take many forms."

Mareti nodded slowly.

"A growth-type weapon... with dual forms."

The two swords hovered momentarily in the air before turning towards Ethan. They flew directly at him. Ethan raised his hands, catching them. The instant he held them, a surge of power coursed through his body, and the connection was instantly established. The swords hummed softly, as if acknowledging him. Ethan exhaled slowly.