paranoianovel Chapter 692 Alchemy
Chapter 692 Alchemy
Chapter 692 Alchemy
Giant dragons of various shapes and sizes, driven by the seal, slowly but firmly moved towards the burning furnace.
Their souls are trembling, and in the cruel eyes of the top predators, there is now only despair and pleading.
They have been controlled by Shemaier through wedge-shaped clay tablets, but due to their large number and the fact that Shemaier viewed them as consumables from the beginning, he did not put any effort into the contract and simply used force to suppress the dragons.
Originally, these giant dragons were extremely unwilling to be enslaved, but they never imagined that they were simply being used as materials for casting spells by this evil human wizard.
As the first dragon stepped into the furnace, its body burst into flames.
Followed by the second and third
The shrill screams came one after another.
At the top of the furnace, from the chimneys that gathered countless souls, large amounts of ashes were spewing out.
Some Saracen soldiers who thought it was a "holy fire sacrifice" subconsciously reached out to catch it, only to find that the ashes were actually distorted and hideous human faces. After a startled moment, they looked again and found that the ashes had returned to normal.
As the last dragon stepped into the furnace, the furnace door slammed shut, sealing in all the horrific screams.
To the spellcasters present, this scene was both cruel and spectacular. Although some of the dragons had only average bloodlines, it was unknown how long they had lived. Even if they faced each other, it would be difficult for them to gain any advantage.
However, in Shemaier's hands, such a powerful dragon was not treated as a treasure after being recovered, but was instead thrown into the alchemical furnace like firewood.
It is really.
Too extravagant.
Someone subconsciously murmured: "Perhaps we can witness the birth of a miracle."
A spellcaster immediately added, "No, no, no, this is not a miracle. This is real alchemy, and it is the most advanced and least popular alchemy, the flesh and blood alchemy."
Everyone echoed the response. Regardless of whether they really understood or not, they were all "professionals" and it was really laughable to say something as unprofessional as "miracle".
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the legendary wizard, who was surrounded by a wedge-shaped clay tablet and looked like a god descending to the earth, was not in a good mood at the moment. His face was gloomy, and his tremendous mental power was continuously injected into the furnace through the "amplifier" of the wedge-shaped clay tablet.
Those souls that turned into smoke in the furnace became the best adhesive under the action of the wedge-shaped clay tablets.
And he is the tailor, constantly threading the needle.
"No, I can't do that."
"The long lifespan of a true dragon must be abandoned."
Shemaier frowned. What he originally wanted to create was not just a war weapon, but a real dragon.
The legendary level is already able to enter the realm of creation, he is very sure of this!
Unfortunately, firstly, he had just entered the legendary field, and secondly, his own attainments in alchemy were not particularly outstanding. Without the cuneiform clay tablet and his in-depth research on dragons, it would have been impossible for him to simply create a high-level dragon with great defects.
"Its intelligence is at most that of a young dragon. And because its shape does not match that of any of the dragons that make up its soul, it seems difficult to inject the dragon's fighting instinct into it."
For a high-level dragon, this is equivalent to mental retardation.
A dragon that only obeys its beast instincts, if it loses control, even if it is strong enough, it will find it difficult to defeat the guy who can transform into a dragon and kill an ancient god in the divine realm, right?
"If I have to distract myself with the seals during the battle, I might as well find a few more ancient gods to revive."
Shemer murmured, not avoiding the "student" he had not acknowledged.
"Teacher, why don't you let me control it?"
The young assassin suggested. He had been helping Shemer to deal with many trivial matters these days, and he actually had a rough guess in his heart about what his new teacher was planning.
Shemaier was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it seriously, he decided that it was not impossible.
Anyway, the body of the giant dragon that was about to be born was engraved with the seal of the wedge-shaped clay tablet. At most, he would give this studious "student" a secondary seal, which he could take back at any time if he wanted.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
If he had been more patient, perhaps he could have created a new body for his old friend himself, instead of letting other alchemists turn him into a ghost dragon.
pity.
Before he ascended to the legendary realm, even he himself had never thought that the combination of the legendary realm and the wedge-shaped clay tablet could unleash such great power.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Iris. If you do well this time, I will officially accept you as my apprentice and teach you how to become a real spellcaster."
"Thank you teacher!"
The young man called Iris suddenly showed excitement. All his extraordinary powers came from the King-Slaying Blade in his hand. In fact, he was just a short-lived ghost chosen by the magic weapon.
The strange vision in the distance had already caused great fear among the Crusader nobles.
They gathered under the command of the three monarchs, Lothar, Richard and Philip, hoping to get accurate information.
Although the trend of the war has always been towards their victory, the importance of spellcasters in a series of battles has also been increasing day by day. A few days ago, the scene in front of Natawa Fort that seemed like a "War of the Gods" greatly shocked them.
Facing such a terrifying enemy, no matter how strong the Crusaders' armor was, how sharp their swords were, or how deep their devotion to God was, they would not be able to win, right?
The little witch Martha looked alert: "Your Majesty, I suggest that we don't conflict with the Saracens before Her Majesty the Queen arrives."
Richard raised his eyebrows and snorted, "What nonsense! If the queen doesn't come, do I have to turn around and run when the Saracens attack?"
The little witch Martha looked puzzled: "But he is a legend, and a legend who possesses a powerful artifact."
She doesn't understand politics, but she knows the horror of legends.
"What are you afraid of? Even if the sky falls, don't we still have our Grand Marshal and his advisors to handle it?"
Richard replied in a frivolous tone, and only those who were familiar with him could see the solemnity in his eyes. He was not an ordinary person. In terms of combat power alone, an ordinary high-level spellcaster might not be a match for Richard who held the Excalibur and the Broken Steel Sword.
So how could he not understand the terrifying power of the legendary spellcaster?
In the mansion in Semanud City.
All the followers have gathered together.
After Veneto sat down, he couldn't help wondering, "What is the matter that the lord summoned us here for this time?"
Hans guessed casually: "The Saracen spellcaster made such a commotion that everyone was in a panic. They must be discussing countermeasures, right?"
Ulding frowned, "The ghosts of the wronged are everywhere. The evil black wizard of the Saracens must be plotting something."
No matter how powerful he and his cult were, how many wounded and sick people could they save? And the Saracen spellcaster, the number of wronged souls in the sky alone seemed to be tens of thousands.
Fringilla rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction: "What is there to guess? The adults will be here soon, and we will know everything by then, right?"
At this moment, a light cough was heard outside the door.
The room, which had been somewhat noisy, suddenly fell into silence.
Veneto, who had always been rebellious, couldn't help swallowing his saliva and looked at the person who came, as if a huge wave was rising in his heart.
It's only been a few days, how come the adults' strength seems to have suddenly increased by several levels?
Even if he was the legendary Lord of the Tower of Babel, the speed of his strength improvement was too frightening, wasn't it? Could it be that the wolf tribe, who were originally proud of their pure blood, actually had a low level of talent?
Lothar retracted his aura and smiled. "The theme of today's meeting is very simple. First, we will introduce a new companion to everyone. Second, we will discuss how to fight the Saracens to decide the fate of Egypt and even the Levant."