Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 747 The Hunt (4-in-1)

Seeing this, Roy and Symarko were both on high alert, but soon they showed thoughtful expressions.

The second prince then took off running.

As he ran, he circled around the pile of corpses, shouting like a child, "Yay, they're all gone! They're all gone!"

Eek...hehehe...

Hey, why are you all sleeping here?

Get up quickly, the ground is cold...

"Is this guy faking insanity, or is he mentally unstable?"

"Sumako covered his head, looking somewhat annoyed," he said.

That blinding light just now, does it have this function?
"Whether it's true or false, it doesn't matter anymore."

As the loser in this struggle, he has completely relinquished the throne.

Roy looked around and saw that many priests and Templars were also covering their eyes and screaming.

Everyone, including Nobillis, seemed to have been seriously injured and had become confused and disoriented.

However, some people recovered, only rubbing their eyes and tearing up, while still retaining their vision.

This is all because the faith has wavered, which has instead reduced the impact and spared the practitioner from a large part of the shock.

Roy was fully aware of this, but he simply put away his mask and did not tell Symako.

Because he knew that this time, an irreparable rift had formed between them, and their cooperation might have to come to an end.

Of course, now is not the time to break up. Let's make do and continue being plastic friends!
Soon after, it was broad daylight.

The palace guards came to clean up the mess, and the king also arrived with his entourage.

He looked at the eldest prince with a grim expression and roared, "Seize this rebellious son!"

The eldest prince trembled, and knelt down in fear, begging for mercy: "Father, please spare me!"

King Kepan looked at him coldly with a resentful expression.

A trusted confidant whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, the Second Prince has suffered a mental breakdown and has lost his mind."

"He got off too easily!"
One is disobedient, the other murdered his brother—how could I have given birth to such two scoundrels!

King Kepong said bitterly.

He turned his gaze to the eldest prince again and said coldly, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

The eldest prince's face lit up with joy, and he was about to say something when the king continued, "But your sins are unforgivable. Go to the island of Fuban in the west and live out your life there!"

The island of Fuban he spoke of was a place of exile for Tijjara since ancient times, a barren and harsh place.

More importantly, stay away from the center of power.

He was completely ruined.

Upon hearing this, the eldest prince broke down, crying desperately, "I don't want to go there! I don't want to go there!"

Simako watched coldly from the sidelines, sighed inwardly, and said nothing more.

He went to his bedchamber, rescued his confidants and followers, and then hurriedly left.

……

After that, as expected.

The Kingdom of Lux sent a note expressing shock and strong condemnation of what had happened.

They demanded an explanation from Tijjara and the return of Nobilis and the others.

"Anyway, even if they don't die, they'll be crippled anyway, so let's send them back to the temple to get them properly treated. It'll be good to use up some precious materials."

Roy agreed, but secretly began preparations for the upcoming great battle.

Because this struggle is not truly over yet, the kingdoms of Lux, Fides, Pistis, and others, as well as the various departments directly under the Temple, still possess considerable power, and will inevitably launch the most intense retaliation after this incident.

Luxis, the capital of Luxis.

As the temple bells rang, Archbishop Hellagh, clad in a brocade robe and holding a scepter, arrived at the gate tower in front of the square, surrounded by Knights Templar and priests, to issue a proclamation.

"King Magnus XVIII of Tijjara colluded with sorcerers and magicians to persecute clergy..."

In the name of the Lord of Light...

We must punish Tijjah's blasphemy!

We will show the Tijjarans what happens to heretics!

In the square, the believers who were less informed were shocked to realize that something terrible had happened.

Upon learning of what had happened to Nobillis and the others, they were stunned.

An angry roar erupted from the crowd.

"Burn the heretics!"

"eye for eye!"

"Make the Tijjaran people pay the price!"

Zaif and several of his followers, who were mingling in the crowd to gather information, trembled with fear.

"Oh, damn!"

"Won't they set us up in a concentration camp?"

When two countries are at war, who was the one targeted in the most advanced concentration camp?

It's all just foreigners like them!
Even if you settle down here, get married, and have children, it won't make any difference.

Because they have Tijjaran blood flowing in their veins, they are foreigners, heretics.

"Being able to enter a concentration camp is already considered good; the worst thing is that they'll hold another heretical trial and burn us down..."

However, the more dangerous the place, the more our motherland needs us.

"Everyone, perk up and try to send back as much useful information as possible!"

They left quietly, each making their own preparations.

Sure enough, it was soon learned that the three kingdoms, along with ten surrounding allied kingdoms, had mobilized.

Previously, in order to cooperate with Nobillis and others, the troops deployed near the border were directly mobilized.

The holy war has truly broken out!
At this time, it was 42 Duke Street.

In the study of the mansion.

Roy was reviewing his gains and losses, and taking stock of what he and the wizarding camp had gained in this palace coup.

"The breakdown in relations with the mages was expected, but they are also rational and will not react for the time being."

I also have fragmented clones and several followers with level three combat power, such as Artedia, that I haven't revealed yet; my strength is well hidden.

It remains to be seen whether Symarko knows what's good for him.

Besides that, I've thoroughly enjoyed all the benefits that come from the Holy Light faith.

"At least the achievements the Temple has made over the years in Tijjara are basically mine!"

Because of the falling out, the king ordered the confiscation of all Temple property in the area, the expulsion of priests and missionaries, and even the arrest and trial of many people.

Roy didn't value worldly possessions too much, but he made a fortune from a lot of aesthetic jewelry and spiritual items imbued with the power of faith.

Some of them are of exceptional quality and could potentially be transformed into divine items, endowed with "power" and corresponding divine arts.

To curry favor with this powerful figure he could only rely on, and also to express his gratitude for saving his life, the king gifted him some of the royal treasures.

While most of them are not particularly valuable, some are quite rare and unique to this world.

It is said that things are valued for their rarity...

They may not be very useful in normal times, but in special circumstances, they might be more valuable than some common second or third-grade treasures, and can be considered as good collectibles.

besides……

This is it!

Roy's heart stirred slightly, and with a thought, a golden light burst forth from a dense purple glow, and something like a will-o'-the-wisp floated out.

Looking at the Eye of Hermes, a dark gold name floats above it.

“Fragments of the Archangel Bogret’s soul…”

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In the theory of "nine orders of angels" proposed by the theologian and mystical philosopher Pseudo-Dionysius in "The Celestial System", these spiritual entities called angels are divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower, and each level contains three ranks.

Among them, the most well-known image is that of a child or a young girl, which is also the etymology of the word "angel" or "angel" in common usage.

That's the first tier, with a soul strength equivalent to a level zero being in an ordinary person's realm. It's formed from a pure soul and is an ordinary celestial being.

When they descend to the mortal world, they often serve humanity, such as by providing guidance and assistance in daily life.

The second tier belongs to archangels. Angels in this tier are often in their adult form, but are still at level zero and have limited strength.

However, starting from the third-order Principal Angels, the fourth-order Virtuous Angels, and the fifth-order Power Angels, they each possess power at levels one to three, and their duties cover managing nations, regions, or groups, protecting specific areas, fighting enemies, exercising divine power, and so on.

These are not necessarily strictly corresponding, but they are roughly similar.

Up to the sixth-ranked "Archangel" who was previously severed, he was a fourth-level being who managed the lower angels, maintained order in the lower realm, and symbolized authority and rule.

They often have another secular name, which is a messenger or "earthly ruler"!
No wonder it was presented as a four-winged form before.

However, at this moment, the angel could not even maintain its human form, let alone its wings, and instead appeared as a wandering soul burning with flames.

This is an unconscious, impersonal spirit, restored to its original state.

"Angels are all in the Gold Rank, but there is still a big difference in their strength."

Some are even as powerful as true gods, or even supreme gods!

Roy pondered to himself.

"How should we make use of this soul?"

He compared this soul with the tiger spirit he had obtained in the orc world of Osis and found that it was undoubtedly much purer and more powerful than the previous one.

The spiritual unit and the overall value are completely incomparable.

"Such a document, in terms of spiritual units, is worth at least 900 to 10 million, and its black market price is nearly 1000 billion..."

However, this is only a reference; it's impossible to buy it with ordinary magic stones. You have to exchange it with god fragments or equivalent souls.

For me, whether it's concocting magic potions or crafting various treasures, I can make them all more valuable.

After all, I am an alchemist from the wizarding world, and the alchemical talent I possess is enough to accomplish many things.

Roy didn't hesitate on this point and made a decision quickly.

"To create treasures."

"A treasure with the attribute of Holy Light, which can be used by me and fought for me!"

In fact, it could also be infused into the Golden Mask to enhance the power of the "Face of God," or into the Regeneration Scepter.

But with the holy war imminent, what I need is more direct combat power.

After much deliberation, Royce decided to forge a weapon.

……

In the mage's mansion, in the alchemy room.

Roy's spirit guided the flow of magic, and the energy of witchcraft traced patterns in the air.

On the platform in front, golden lines emerged, meticulously outlining the basic structure of all things being forged.

He first introduced this framework and set up the environment for the rune array to run, and then began to add various small rune arrays to complete it.

Before long, a horoscope chart appeared out of thin air, featuring a four-winged angel holding a spear in a projectile motion.

Roy threw in the high-ranking angelic souls he had obtained in the last battle, then took out the Golden Grail, poured in some wish power, and added it in.

It possesses some divine power from the realm of prayer, capable of transmitting the forger's will to this weapon, and in conjunction with the subsequent application of the "Spirit Anchor" mark, ensures the construction of certain effects.

Soon, under Roy's manipulation, a small energy vortex appeared above the platform, and the soul was gradually forged into a spear-shaped object composed of light.

Since mastering the forging method of "divine power crystal particles", Roy has actually gradually figured out the "spiritual materialization" that can only be mastered at the fourth level, but he is not yet so proficient in its application.

But at this moment, it has achieved a complete reshaping.

The progress is obvious.

The spear is about two and a half meters long, and its entire body is a semi-transparent milky white color with flowing golden light patterns inside. The spear tip has lower transparency and is more like a crystal, presenting a triangular pyramid shape, with each facet engraved with tiny sacred runes.

The Eye of Hermes reflects and reveals its properties.

"Holy Light Inevita Spear (Level 4)..."

This weapon draws inspiration from the standard equipment of the ancient angelic legions; it is a spear that can be held in the hand for combat and also has a projectile function.

It possesses basic characteristics such as spiritual guidance, exorcism, anti-magic attacks, and near-light speed...

The offensive power is determined by the power inherent in the spear itself, while the multiplier is determined by the quality of the soul.

Powers: 3220/3220...

Current odds: 15%
(Psychological attack type)
Special Effect 1: "Mental Lock" - Once the target is locked, the trajectory will be automatically corrected to ensure a hit.

Special Effect 2: "Penetration." Because this weapon is forged from spirit and soul, physical defenses are ineffective. When the spear strikes a target, it will become completely ethereal, directly penetrating physical defenses such as armor and shields. Only defenses based on spiritual energy can be effective against it.

"It's done!"

Roy gripped the spear that hovered in the air, feeling the soul connection that was being established between the weapon and himself.

The spear trembled slightly, as if responding to its master's call.

"This thing seems pretty good!"

After Roy spent some time examining the weapon, his eyes lit up when he saw the design blueprints he had used to forge it.

The design blueprints he chose were obtained from the Academy, the Wizard Tower, and the Alliance; they were not fabricated out of thin air.

The older wizards had long since mastered the experience of using and forging souls, and of course, they had measured various data and roughly understood the role it could play.

The analysis revealed that the spear's attack was essentially a mental stab.

Wizards can directly attack the souls of their enemies with their own spirit, instantly killing weaker creatures.

However, due to the attack range and the backlash effect of the mental impact, few wizards would be willing to do this unless the opponent was extremely weak.

This is because it's like using one's own spirit to clash head-on with the enemy, which has a limited leverage and may cause damage to oneself.

However, through forging, the effect of high-quality angel souls impacting low-quality ordinary creature souls is quite good, and there is no need to lose anything for the angel soul itself; what is lost is the soul of the weapon.

Continue forging to enhance its power and increase its multiplier, making it more than capable of instantly killing level 2 creatures and inflicting serious damage on level 3 creatures.

besides……

The starlight represented by the "wise words" shines brightly in the natal chart.

1805→1836!

******
At the end of the month.

In a small room in the royal palace, where meetings were being held.

Roy, Symako, King Kepong, and some important civil and military officials gathered to discuss matters of war.

"Recently, news came from Lux that the Temple has dispatched quite a few bishops..."

They were all divine beings whose strength was no less than that of Nobillis, and some, having received more blessings and 'bathed in divine grace' for a longer period, were able to contain even greater angelic power!

"There are 12 of these bishops..."

"Within the Inquisition, there are more than ten level-two paladins who can summon angels when necessary, equivalent to level-three combat power!"

"There are also angels of light summoned under extreme conditions, as well as various other celestial creatures!"

That's equivalent to possessing level three combat power or the power of a corresponding puppet!

"Tsk, that adds up to 30 to 50 level-three combatants!"

Those with more knowledge, like Sumako, were secretly astonished upon hearing this.

The current situation clearly shows that the Temple intends to take advantage of its deep roots and long-standing presence in the region to forcibly seize the Kingdom of Tijjara.

While this might severely damage the Temple's prestige and deplete considerable resources, its advantage lies in its ability to quickly resolve the situation. Furthermore, it can mitigate the impact of previous failures.

If left unchecked, everyone from top to bottom will question the situation, causing far-reaching damage.

He had no doubt about the other party's determination, so he could only make rational calculations to predict the situation in the most extreme case.

A typical level 3 spellcaster, a main combatant, is equivalent to a single-digit to double-digit combat strength, that is, a combat strength of 1 to 10.

This includes the sum of one's own spellcasting abilities and the combat power of one's followers.

For example, he himself can deal with about 5 level 3 combatants at the same time. If he also calls on his followers, that would be about 10.

A very standard of a strong person's demeanor.

Roy's side...

He doesn't see things very clearly.

In his mind, this Kirick was probably even more capable than himself.

But just how powerful is it?
We hadn't even figured things out last time, so it's really hard to say.

Moreover, even if we could deal with it, a head-on confrontation would be very disadvantageous.

They were all steadfast believers; if they died, they would go to heaven and be with God.

Who knows, they might even transform into heroic spirits and continue fighting in the form of angels.

But if it were me or the wizard, we would both perish in another world, our futures ruined.

What good can you expect from this?

It's better to leave early and admit defeat.

"In fact, the power that those divine beings can unleash is limited. The ones who are truly worth being wary of are still those few..."

First was Helag, one of the archbishops.

Then there's Divia of the Inquisition.

……

These are all individuals with upper-middle-level strength at level three. Their contracted angels are very powerful, and they are skilled in both magic and martial arts, possessing the professional qualities of both a 'combat priest' and a 'paladin.'

At this point, the civil and military officials present at the meeting brought up another matter.

That is quality in addition to quantity.

One person can probably be equivalent to 3 to 5 level 3 combatants!

Even if an ordinary divine descendant can summon angels, a level three combat power is completely insufficient in front of Lords Kiric and Symak.

However, if one or two strong individuals could hold them back, it would definitely be a nightmare for our side.

Nobilis had almost succeeded before.

"Their pope, Leo VIII, who claims to be a descendant of God, is the best among them!"
It is said that he is Harry Leot's bloodline descendant left on earth, and is also the one with the best divine compatibility and the highest aptitude for divine arts in all generations.

His combat skills are equivalent to the peak of the advanced level, making him practically invincible in the world!

During the discussion, King Kepan looked at Roy and said meaningfully.

"I just don't know if you can handle him."

Roy didn't answer the question directly because even he himself wasn't quite sure.

He simply said, "Mobilizing forces that don't belong to you comes at a price."

Even if he is a descendant of gods with exceptional talent, overuse of the "Divine Descent Technique" will still deplete his lifespan!

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in their pupils.

But soon, he started thinking again.

Exhausted lifespan...

Theoretically speaking, excessive indulgence or staying up late also shortens one's lifespan!

Aren't all these nobles present, working day and night, also expending their energy?
Therefore, not specifying the degree is simply being dishonest.

But they all knew that Roy was just trying to boost morale, so they didn't jump out and argue with him.

Ultimately, the meeting failed to reach any conclusions, but it was roughly understood that the opposing forces possessed a level 3 combat strength of approximately 50 to 75.

Our side, on the other hand, probably has more than 20...

Its only advantage is that it has a higher degree of aggregation.

At the first and second levels, wizards and mages also completely outmaneuvered the Templars.

Ordinary knights cannot become divine beings, nor do they know the skills to summon angels. Their ability to cast a few simple divine spells is no match for those who are skilled in magic.

And the priest, even if it's a combat-oriented development path...

It is also not as comprehensive as that of wizards and mages.

As for level zero.

The 13-nation alliance led by Lux had a large army, abundant resources, and overwhelming national strength compared to Tijara.

However, with an apprentice-level spellcaster present, it's not a big problem.

Poisoning, assassination, special operations...

The advanced apprentice stage already allows for a great deal of work; each individual can be as capable as a hundred or even a thousand.

So even if tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of troops are pressing in, there's nothing to be afraid of.

After this analysis, the previously somewhat chaotic situation became clear.

"As expected, from beginning to end, it was still the threat from the top-tier powerhouses."

Pope Leo VIII, Archbishop Hellagh, and Divia, the head of the Inquisition…

After a moment's thought, Roy quickly found Symarco.

"20 against 70, the advantage is in my hands."

I roamed the land, hunting angels...

"You'll have to decide for yourself!"

"Ok?"

Syracuse was stunned.

Before he could say anything more, Roy turned and left, ostentatiously departing from Kaipan City.

"This... this guy might be thinking things are going badly and trying to find an excuse to run away!"

Sumako was speechless and couldn't help but wonder.

But it soon turned out that this was a misunderstanding of Roy.

Roy didn't run away at all, but quickly arrived at the eastern border of Tijala, where he met Fides.

One of the 13-nation coalition forces, the Fides Front Legion, an army of tens of thousands, is stationed here.

Roy had Pranzie and the God Scout Zofiel conduct a quick reconnaissance. After confirming that there were only three level-two paladins and one level-two priest inside, Roy immediately and brazenly charged out!
******
The Fides military camp was quiet and solemn.

Suddenly, the guards on one of the watchtowers widened their eyes, then realized what was happening and blew their wooden whistles.

Someone is approaching!

In the western sky!

"what?"

The battalion commander in charge rushed out, only to find Roy all alone.

They did not underestimate them because of this; on the contrary, they felt a chill run down their spines.

These days, anyone who dares to charge into an army of tens of thousands of men is either a madman or a strongman.

The priests and paladins guarding the inside immediately came out.

"Oh no, it's Kirick!"

His information had already spread throughout the temple, and at least for now, without any deliberate disguise, he was recognized at a glance.

He immediately ordered the bugles to be sounded and the war drums to be beaten.

At the same time, another paladin who was patrolling outside was also urgently summoned back.

After doing all this, they prayed silently.

"Holy Light, help me..."

The wings of light unfolded, as pure and white as the enormous wings of a swan, bringing with them boundless energy.

In the blink of an eye, the three peak level two warriors broke through their own limits and were temporarily boosted to level three combat power.

But just then, Kirick on the other side raised his hand.

The pastor was taken aback.

He sensed a terrifying power from the other side that was even more sacred, glorious, and immense than his own.

Before they could figure out what was happening, a white lightning bolt suddenly struck, its dazzling holy light ravaging their spirits.

He felt as if a scorching force had pierced through his body.

The next second, everything went black.

"Holy Light, grant us the power to defeat evil!"

Before they could even mourn for their companion who had vanished in an instant, the two paladins cast holy blessings on themselves and then charged forward from both sides.

Although they did not venture out of the starry sea to participate in the interplanetary war, they had gained some experience from their previous battles with wizards and mages.

With proper coordination, they successfully found an opening in the enemy's attack and launched a two-pronged assault.

The result was that Kirik's body was strangely twisted, like a snake bent into an S-shape.

Both upward and downward attacks missed.

The two paladins steeled themselves and slashed diagonally with their holy swords.

If this is implemented, the two of them working together can cut him into three pieces in an instant.

But the guy opposite him, Kiric, suddenly had skin covered in ice crystals, withstood the holy sword, then pulled out a strange staff shaped like a hand bone, smiled coldly, and pointed at him.

"what!"

The paladin, who was attacking head-on, felt himself being twisted by a terrifying force.

Even with the protection of the angels, the terrifying energy still twisted it wildly, causing its flesh to fold and crumble.

It turned into a frog.

The paladins behind him looked shocked as they watched "Kirick" emit golden light from his fingertips, freezing it into a golden statue the size of a palm.

The paladin behind sensed something was wrong, while the possessed angel also noticed and hurriedly sent a message: "Watch out behind you!"

As a result, he had just turned his head when a sharp blade pierced through his chest.

She was a brown-skinned woman wearing a veil that concealed her face.

Her ears were long and pointed, and the blade in her hand seemed to possess a special power that caused even the angel to scream as its power rapidly diminished.

The paladin felt his power rapidly disappearing with each drop of blood.

His once-proud, powerful physique...

Those temperatures reached several hundred degrees, making them truly extraordinary...

It's as thin as paper!

……

Just 3 minutes later.

The military camp was in complete chaos.

However, Roy had already brought the bodies of a priest and two paladins to the nearby forest to meet up with Pranzie.

"What? These level three combatants are nothing special!"

Pranzie smiled and said to Roy.

However, though he said that, he knew in his heart that it was all caused by the wizard in front of him.

Even if a wizard advances to the third level, over hundreds or even thousands of years, the intensity will only be between 1000 and 2000 degrees.

His followers, their food, clothing, daily necessities, enhanced enjoyment, and the equipment they possess...

All of them were at a relatively low level.

It's not so easy to cultivate strong individuals capable of fighting.

Yet he himself had even used a legendary treasure.

His purple equipment was something that other level three experts could only dream of.

In this respect, it is almost negligible.

Roy ignored it and simply checked his harvest.

"A fragment of Exusiai's soul..."

"A fragment of the Angel's soul..."

In the brief battle just now, the focus was not on dealing with the divine beings who served as the vessel, but on plundering the souls of the angels.

Roy was somewhat relieved to discover that one of them left him with a soul strength of about 350 degrees, while the other left him with a full 1600 degrees!
"It seems that there is a huge gap between these divine beings. Contract angels, as guardians, can indeed effectively enhance combat capabilities, but they still cannot do without their own foundation."

Without saying a word, he kneaded these souls into a ball and forcibly tempered them.

The next moment, he took out the spear he had previously forged and pressed the bright ball of light into it.

"Holy Light Inevita Spear (Level 4)..."

Powers: 2850/3119…

Current odds: 12.5%
(Psychological attack type)

The properties of this spear have indeed undergone a subtle change.

It means that the soul is damaged and the power has decreased.

Not only was the current value changed, but even the maximum value was changed.

This causes even the "current multiplier" to change!

If it were a physical spear, it would probably be blunt by now.

However, Roy was not surprised at all, and decisively fused the soul he had just hunted into it.

A moment later, the soul energy successfully merged with it, mixing together in its most primordial form.

"Power: 4803/5072..."

Current leverage ratio: 14.5%

"As expected, just as mentioned in the data, if too many souls are fused together without being tempered, the multiplier will decrease!"

However, since the angel's soul is of high enough quality, it can be easily fused without much tempering, so the utilization rate is quite good!

Furthermore, I have already found a way to deal with these divine beings: target their souls and avoid the angels themselves...

Then, using the Soul-Binding Rope and other abilities, they will kill him...

Ultimately, they will sustain themselves through war, continuously strengthening their forces!

As Roy pondered these thoughts, the star residing in the center of his astrological chart shone even brighter.

1836→1839!

1839→1852!

As expected, it did see a corresponding increase!

The past ten years of nurturing have brought his physical strength to over 1100, and the blessing from the [Sage's Proverb] has brought it to over 1800.

The intensity of his mental strength, without the loss of reincarnation, has even achieved a reverse blessing, exceeding 1700 plus 1800, for a total of over 3500 degrees!
This gave him an opportunity to break the deadlock in this world!
(End of this chapter)