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

He stepped in and struck.

CLANG!

A heavy blow forced the chaotic energy back into alignnt. The molten mass rippled, but it did not collapse.

Mareti continued without pause.Next ca the Abyssal Ember Core.

Unlike the previous material, this one radiated deep and oppressive heat. It resisted breaking.

Mareti increased his output slightly.

"Breaking seal…"

The core cracked open with a dull sound, releasing a surge of dark red fla.

Ethan's eyes narrowed.

"Now!"

Mareti pushed the energy forward.

The molten fla rged into the forming blade.

BOOM!

A wave of heat exploded outward, and the air inside the chamber distorted.

Ethan did not step back. He raised his hamr again and struck repeatedly.

CLANG! CLANG!

Each strike forced the chaotic fire deeper into the weapon's structure.

Sweat ford on his forehead, but his movents did not slow.

"Keep it stable," he said firmly.

"I am trying," Mareti replied, his voice steady.

The third material followed.

Radiant Sunsteel Essence.

Golden light spread as it was released. Unlike the previous two, this energy was calm and pure. It flowed smoothly into the blade and began to balance the violent forces inside.

Ethan's strikes slowed slightly.

"…Good," he murmured.

The structure began to stabilize visibly.

Now was the most critical part.

Ethan's gaze shifted toward the Draconic crystal.

The one containing Volcanus' soul.

The air grew heavier, and even the faint sounds inside the chamber seed to disappear.

Rathlos, who had been watching silently, felt a chill run down his spine.

"…This part," he muttered quietly, "is going to be insane."

Ethan reached out and grabbed the crystal.

For a mont, he paused as the soul inside reacted instantly.A faint roar echoed, low but filled with resistance.

Mareti's expression turned serious.

"Be careful. If it resists too much, the whole structure will collapse."

Ethan nodded once.

He lifted the crystal slightly.

"Opening seal."

Mareti imdiately cast another set of magic circles. Chains of light ford around the crystal, tightening and restricting the soul within.

"Now."

Ethan moved without hesitation.

He thrust the crystal into the molten core.The reaction was instant.

ROOOAR!

A phantom dragon's roar erupted, echoing through the chamber. The furnace shook violently, and cracks spread across the floor beneath them.

The soul resisted.It tried to break free, surging violently inside the weapon.

Ethan's grip tightened.

"Stay down."

He brought the hamr down again.

CLANG!

The impact forced the soul deeper into the forming blade.Mareti reinforced the seal imdiately.

"Binding sequence active!"

Chains tightened further, glowing brighter as they locked the energy in place.The draconic energy struggled, but slowly, it began to rge.

Ethan continued striking.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Each blow forced synchronization between the materials and the soul.

The molten mass began to change.

The glow deepened, and the energy inside it no longer felt chaotic.

It felt… alive.

Rathlos took a step forward unconsciously, his eyes wide.

"…It's actually working…"

Otlo swallowed hard.

"This is madness…"

Mareti did not respond.His full focus was on maintaining the balance.Ethan's breathing grew heavier, but his strikes remained steady and controlled.

The shape of the weapon began to erge clearly now.A massive greatsword appeared.

It has a thick spine and a very wide and heavy blade.

Faint draconic patterns slowly ford along its surface, like veins of energy etched into the tal.

Ethan finally slowed his hamr again.

"…Third phase complete."

But he did not relax.

His eyes remained fixed on the weapon.

"Next…"

"Final shaping and soul synchronization."

The hardest part was still ahead.

Ethan did not move for a few seconds.

His eyes stayed fixed on the forming weapon, and his breathing slowly beca steady again. The molten greatsword floated inside the furnace, glowing with a deep golden-red light, while faint traces of draconic aura pulsed from within it like a heartbeat.

"…Final phase," he said quietly.

"Soul synchronization."

The air inside the forging chamber grew heavy, and even the heat felt different now.

Mareti tightened his grip on the staff and looked at the blade seriously.

"Once we start, there is no turning back," he said in a low voice.

Ethan nodded.

"I know."

He stepped forward and raised his hand.

This ti, he did not pick up the hamr.

Instead, he placed his palm directly on the molten blade.

The mont his hand touched it, the reaction was instant.

ROOOOAR!

The draconic soul inside surged violently, as if rejecting everything. The blade trembled, and the furnace shook harder than before. The glow flickered, and the energy inside beca unstable again.

Rathlos instinctively stepped back.

"…It's resisting again!"

Mareti imdiately moved and reinforced the arrays.

"Stabilizing!"

Chains of light tightened around the blade, but it was not enough.The soul was no longer just resisting.

It was thinking.

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"…So you finally woke up."

A deep pressure spread from the blade.

For a brief mont, everything went silent.

Then a faint and distorted voice echoed.

"…Human…"

It was rough and filled with hostility.

Mareti's expression changed.

"It's developing ego…"

Ethan did not move his hand.Instead, he leaned slightly closer to the blade.

"You are not Volcanus anymore," he said calmly.

"You are part of this weapon now."

The blade trembled again.

"…I… am… not… bound…"

The resistance grew stronger, and the molten tal rippled as if it might collapse.

Mareti raised his voice.

"Ethan, if this continues, it will break!"

Ethan's expression did not change.

"Then I'll break it first."

He moved imdiately.His other hand grabbed the hamr again while using his soul pressure to make it submit.

At the sa ti,he used his divine Fla to cast attack to weaken it.

CLANG!

The strike landed directly on the blade, and the entire chamber shook.

"Listen carefully," Ethan said, his voice low and firm.

"You can fight now…"

Another strike followed.

CLANG!

"…or you can exist with ."

The draconic aura flared violently.

"…I will not submit—"

CLANG!

Ethan struck again, harder this ti. The molten blade compressed slightly under the force.

"You don't have a choice."

His hand pressed harder against the blade, and a faint crimson aura began to flow from his body into it.

It was his bloodline.

His will.

His presence.

Mareti's eyes widened slightly.

"…He's forcing synchronization."

Inside the blade, two forces clashed.

The sound of Dragon and human slamd one after another.

Fire and control.For a mont, it felt like everything would collapse.

Then slowly..

Sothing changed.The violent resistance began to slow.

The roar weakened and the voice beca faint.

"…You…"

"…What… are you…"

Ethan exhaled quietly.

"…Your wielder."

Silence followed.

Then the energy inside the blade began to stabilize.

The glow deepened into a steady golden-crimson light, and the draconic aura stopped lashing out.

It was accepted.

Mareti let out a slow breath.

"…Synchronization complete…"

Ethan finally pulled his hand back.

"…Good."

Without wasting ti, he moved into the final step.He raised the hamr again.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

This ti, his strikes were different.

They were no longer suppressing anything.

They were refining.

The molten blade began to solidify with each strike. The edges sharpened, the spine thickened, and runic patterns naturally ford across the surface, glowing faintly with draconic energy.

The weapon slowly took its final shape.

A massive greatsword, nearly as tall as Ethan.

The blade was wide and slightly curved, and a deep crimson core ran through its center like flowing magma. The edges shimred with golden light, sharp enough to distort the air around them.

Dragon-scale patterns layered across the blade, giving it a natural armored texture, and near the hilt, two horn-like structures curved outward, adding to its fierce and ancient look.

The grip was long and firm, wrapped in dark material infused with energy, and the guard spread like wings.

It did not look like a normal weapon.It felt alive.

Ethan slowly lowered the hamr.

"…Done."

For a mont, nothing happened.

Then the sword pulsed.

A deep hum echoed through the chamber, and the blade trembled slightly in the air.

CRACK.

A sharp sound rang out.

A thin line of light split across the center of the blade.

Rathlos frowned.

"…What is that?"

The next mont, the greatsword split apart.

The massive blade separated into two equal halves, each becoming slightly slimr and sharper while still holding the sa structure.

Twin swords.

Both carried the sa golden-crimson glow, and both pulsed with the sa draconic aura.

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

Mareti nodded slowly.

"A growth-type weapon… with dual form."

The two swords hovered in the air for a brief mont, then turned toward Ethan.

They flew straight to him.Ethan raised his hands and caught them.

The mont he held them, a surge of power flowed through his body, and the connection ford instantly.

The swords humd softly, as if recognizing him.Ethan exhaled slowly.

"…Not bad."

The blades flickered once, then beca completely stable.

The forging was complete.

Solaris Tyrant Sword had been born and it seed to wriggling to taste the blood of his enemies.