Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

Chapter 119: They really built the mecha?
Upon seeing this, Siyu, Sidi, and Sikai immediately reached out and placed their hands together.

Five hands, one large and four small, yet they embody an unwavering will and an unspoken trust between brothers.

Young Gilas seemed to sense the solemn yet passionate atmosphere, poking its head out from Lin Xia's arms and letting out a short, powerful cry.

"Yoji!"

It was as if they were making a vow.

Deep within the Gengjin City Blacksmith Association, in the largest forging room on the upper floor, filled with all sorts of strange metal components and complex blueprints, the air was scorching and stifling, permeated with the unique energy aura of molten metal and soul guide cores.

Lin Xia's figure was almost swallowed up by the shadow of the huge workshop. Only his dark golden eyes shone brightly in the dim light as he stared intently at the core component that was suspended in mid-air and composed of countless strands of spiritual energy.

It’s been a month.

After disguising the news of Lou Gao's acceptance of the Phoenix God's inheritance with the excuse that "the teacher is in seclusion handling top-secret matters," and gaining the unreserved trust and support of his four senior brothers, Lin Xia devoted all his energy to the Soul Guidance Gundam blueprints in front of him, which were called "Divine Craftsmanship."

He was grateful for his senior brothers' consideration—Si Long and Si Yu took the initiative to shoulder all the tedious management and daily forging tasks of the association, Si Di was responsible for precise scheduling, and Si Kai ran errands and kept watch, leaving the most precious time to Lin Xia, the junior brother whom they all believed "time should not be wasted on mundane affairs".

"Junior brother, just focus on studying what the teacher left behind! We'll take care of the association's affairs!"

Silong's promise, made with a firm grip on his chest, still echoed in his ears.

This trust was weighty, yet it also gave Lin Xia the space to focus without distractions.

However, while the forging process was vividly depicted in Lou Gao's memory inheritance, actually putting those exquisite and far-fetched soul-guiding structures from theory into reality was a completely different, hellish difficulty.

Every step of the circuit welding, every energy circuit calibration, every load-bearing frame forging and soul guide rune etching requires extreme precision and massive soul power and mental strength.

Countless times, the violent soul power exploded out of control in the energy conduction circuit, leaving Lin Xia covered in dust and dirt.

Countless times, the primal power contained in the dragon bones and divine materials such as the essence of the sun clashed and repelled each other, almost tearing apart the prototype he had carefully built.

Sweat soaked through his coarse cloth shirt, then quickly evaporated in the scorching heat, leaving a thin layer of white stains.

Young Giras lay quietly on a huge, ancient block of black ice iron that exuded a chilling aura not far away. Lin Xia had specially moved it there to cool it down.

The little guy's scarlet eyes were half-closed. He spent most of his time sleeping and digesting what he had gained from the Dragon Tomb. Occasionally, when he woke up, he would just look at Lin Xia's busy figure and make a low "yo-ji" sound, with a hint of worry and encouragement.

The dark gold dragon and crimson gold phoenix patterns on its chest shimmered with extremely faint halos in the dim light, a sign that the two divine bloodlines were slowly merging and settling in the stable environment provided by Lin Xia.

The materials are of unprecedented luxury.

The divine dragon bones brought out from the Dragon Tomb—the broken silver-white dragon wing bones gleaming with a sharp light that cuts through space, the obsidian-like lava leg bones containing explosive fiery power, and the dark gold breastplate bones as heavy as mountains—were repeatedly tempered and shaped by Lin Xia with "divine craftsman" level techniques, becoming the core support for the main skeleton and key joints of the mecha.

The essence of the sun was divided and fused together, transforming into crimson armor modules covering the dragon bones. The extreme power of the sun's heat contained within not only provided terrifying physical defense but also served as the cornerstone of future energy weapon systems.

Other rare materials, such as Stardust Sand and Secret Pattern Black Gold, were generously incorporated into each functional module. Time flew by in a cycle of tedium, failure, adjustment, and further attempts.

Finally, when the last crimson breastplate module, inscribed with a complex soul-guiding circuit, was seamlessly embedded into the main body with a crisp resonance of soul power, perfectly connecting with the dragon bone core and the solar essence armor—

hum!
The entire forging room suddenly trembled!
An invisible force field, centered on the quietly standing creation, suddenly spread out and instantly filled the entire space!
The dust was instantly dispersed, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

A scorching wind swept by, carrying the lingering warmth of molten metal and the aftershocks of surging soul power.

It's finished!
A steel giant, over ten meters tall, stands majestically in the center of the forging room.

Its entire body was covered in crimson armor that seemed to be forged from solidified lava and the blazing sun. Even under the dim light of the soul guide lamps in the workshop, it still flowed with a restrained and deep red glow, like a sleeping volcanic behemoth.

The smooth and powerful lines outline an extremely imposing silhouette, while the exposed, intricate structure forged from silver-white keel at the joints gleams with a cold metallic gleam, creating a strong visual impact against the blazing armor.

The massive metal feet sank deep into the specially reinforced ground, their weight and imposing presence making the entire space feel cramped.

It stands silently, yet exudes a chilling aura of primal dragon power and scorching heat, originating from the material itself.

Its mere existence is like the air being sucked out, creating a suffocating pressure.

The heavy steel doors of the forging room were suddenly pushed open, and the imposing figure of the eldest disciple, Si Long, appeared in the doorway.

He rushed over following the unusual energy fluctuations and vibrations he had just experienced.

However, when his steady gaze passed over the piled-up materials and tools and landed on the crimson steel behemoth in the center of the forge—

"Dangdang!"

The forging hammer that Si Long had cherished for many years suddenly slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground with a dull, piercing thud.

Sparks flew as the hammer struck the steel floor, reflecting on his face, which had instantly lost all expression, leaving only boundless shock.

He felt as if he had been struck hard on the forehead by an invisible hammer, his whole body frozen in place, his mouth unconsciously slightly open, but unable to utter a sound.

His pupils contracted sharply, reflecting the cold, enormous creation that exuded an inhuman aura, as if he were seeing a Titan from mythology stepping into a mortal workshop.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, the faint "gulp" sound unusually clear in the deathly silent forge.

"Junior...Junior Brother..."

Silong's voice was extremely dry and trembling, as if each word required all his strength to be squeezed out of his throat. He raised his finger to point at the enormous thing, and his fingertip was also trembling slightly.

"This...this is...the thing the teacher left behind...you...you really...created it?!"

(End of this chapter)