Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 112 Raphael

After Nemesis collected dozens of grams of Hell Oil from the ground, he couldn't help but sigh at how wealthy the former owner of this "Scale Armor Sky" was. Or was it that as early as 30,000 years ago, rare goods like Hell Oil were not valuable?

Just these dozens of grams of Hell Oil are enough for Nemesis to create very powerful magic items. One of the most basic functions of Hell Oil is that it can enable magic items to have strange and powerful functions according to the user's wishes.

Because Hell Oil possesses the property known as "Perfection" in alchemy.

For example, most of the magic items in Faerun are basically used to release x magic spells x times. This way of presentation is also very consistent with the goal of novice wizards enchanting.

They simply need to sacrifice enough price to the magic network, and they can engrave the spell model that automatically restores and generates spell slots every day on the magic item.

Normally, ordinary wizard spell slots are very scarce, so this kind of magic item that can increase the number of casting times is very attractive to them.

But in addition to this form, many magic items also have strange functions, such as the necromancer staff in Nemesis's hand - which can double the effect of [Manipulate Corpses].

This kind of enchantment effect cannot be found in any existing spells, and naturally it is impossible to achieve it by engraving a spell model.

At times like this, the mages also need to resort to sacrifice, and compared to engraving spell models, to realize this fantasy function, they need to provide the magic network with a huge amount of magic gems or human lives.

This price is unaffordable for ordinary people, and only the drow elves living in a slave society can do it easily.

It is said that some great wizards possess a powerful magic item called the "Supermagic Scepter", which can add powerful supermagic effects to spells, which is achieved by sacrificing a large number of magic gems.

Of course, the real top wizards have a more convenient and economical method, which is to use the hell oil from hell. Just a few dozen grams of oil can add magical functions to magic items that spell models cannot do.

This is exactly what is possible based on the [perfect] characteristics of Hell Oil. The versatile black blood can play any role in the smelting process. No matter how wild the imagination is, it can be realized as long as one has enough enchantment attainments.

After resting for a while, the three of them walked through the room and passed through several halls where there were deadly threats.

There was a room full of black-skinned trees that were 20 feet tall and 10 feet wide. The thick roots protruded from the soil like poisonous snakes. Although the tree was motionless, when the three people broke in, it immediately pulled the roots out of the soil and continuously emitted terrible venom.

There is also an empty room with walls full of reliefs, but as soon as the intruder makes any move, the walls on both sides will emit a six-ring spell [Sun Ray] with no blind spots.

Fortunately, most of these magic traps would not have a fatal effect on Nemesis. The reconnaissance of [Arcane Vision], the protection of [Energy Protection Spell] and [Anti-Death Ward] basically eliminated the possibility of him being harmed by magic traps.

The only thing he was worried about was that the former owner of this place would leave behind some guards with terrifying strength.

After dealing with a group of insane Purgatory Tree People who had lived alone here for a long time, Nemesis and others opened the door to the last room.

The iron gate opened with a creaky sound, and a glass plank road appeared in front of the three people. Outside the three-meter-wide glass plank road was an abyss with no bottom in sight. Roaring sounds could be faintly heard coming from below. Red flames burned on both sides of the glass plank road, as if welcoming the arrival of outsiders.

Audrey was about to go up when she was suddenly stopped by Nemesis. "Wait, there seems to be someone over there." Catherine said with a vigilant look.

Looking closely, at the end of the hundreds of meters long glass plank road, there is an ancient steel gate. Six huge chains spread on the gate, locking the central switch. In front of the gate, there is a man standing with his back to them.

The man was wearing red and blue aristocratic clothes, and his black hair was carefully groomed and combed to the back of his head. As if sensing the visitor, the man's figure instantly disappeared in a black mist.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the three people.

The man turned around, and his gorgeous and handsome face appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." The man's handsome face showed a meticulous smile. He raised his hand, bent down, and greeted everyone elegantly.

"Who are you?" Nemesis frowned. He smelled a strange smell.

The pungent smell of sulfur and the dark magic
A Cambion, no mistake, Nemesis was sure.

The so-called Cambion is the product of the hybrid of the devil and the humanoid race. For any Cambion, one of his direct parents must be a real devil.

Compared to Tieflings, who were born from the infection of devil's aura, Cambions were undoubtedly a more noble race. They possessed power closer to that of their fathers, and were undoubtedly their own people in the devil society.

Cambion's power has extremely high upper and lower limits, and basically follows the upper limit of its devil parents. A Cambion born from the union of a succubus and a human may be as powerful as a low-level professional at most, but a child born from the union of a pit fiend (the highest devil race in hell, equivalent to the Balrog in the abyss) and a human female can easily defeat a level 12 professional.

Of course, unlike the Tieflings who can walk freely in Faerun, the Cambions, like their father demons, are strictly guarded by the Crystal Wall System. Although they cannot even get in like demons, they can only put down powerless projections. Only after the blood sacrifice of the cultists can the demons have a physical body that can display power in the main material plane.

"The lion stands watch. In the dark night, the hunters and hunters are no match for the wild beasts." The elegant man recited the riddle in a tone like an aria.

"And I am the beast." The man smiled dangerously, revealing his sharp fangs, foreshadowing the cunning nature of its owner.

"Nice to meet you. You can call me Raphael."

Nemesis sneered, "What kind of beast is that? It's obviously a Cambion."

As if to confirm what he said, the man nodded happily: "Ah, yes, a smart scroll dragon, you see through my identity."

The man put away his smile, with pride in his eyes. Even though he was facing a rare real dragon in the world, his eyes still held a sense of superiority that came from his own self-admiration.

"I am the owner of the House of Hope, a businessman who gives hope to the lost, the Lord of the Eighth Layer of Hell - the son of Grand Duke Mephisto, the Count of the Eighth Layer of Hell - Raphael."

　Sorry, I don't have enough time. I will post the 6,000 words in three chapters, and there will be two more chapters later.
　　
　
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