Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 790 The Container of Destiny (4-in-1)

"A person? Who is it?"

"We don't know either. We just discovered that humans were living in seclusion nearby while we were patrolling the area."

However, to avoid trouble, I didn't rush into contact with them.

Roy asked a question, and Beryl and Anjali answered.

The unusual situation piqued his curiosity, so he said, "Let's go take a look."

It is midday, and Fairy Lake under the blue sky and white clouds shimmers with seven colors. The warm water is filled with mist, making it look like a fairyland.

This place should have been a secluded spot, but after Roy went around to the other side, he found that there was indeed a small house there.

The roofs here are covered with thatch, and strings of dried grass hang from the eaves. There are also a few vegetable plots in front of the door, where some lettuce and cabbage are grown.

The person Beryl and Anjali were talking about was facing away from them, washing something by the lake, completely unaware that someone was quietly walking over.

"Not a particularly powerful figure, but he's at the level of a high-ranking knight?"

Roy made a judgment as soon as he got close.

Even now, a century later, a high-ranking knight is still considered to be of considerable strength in the world of Araghi.

However, somewhat paradoxically, the other party gave the impression of being unskilled in martial arts.

The reason he possesses the physical strength of a high-level knight is entirely due to his bloodline factors.

This is a typical commoner, lacking the vigilance expected of a martial artist.

Roy thought for a moment, then came out.

"Huh? What's all this chatter?"

The man turned his head, his face showing astonishment.

"A language you don't understand, you're not from the Federation or the Empire?"
Or perhaps, the dialect of some small place…

Roy frowned slightly.

But this didn't bother him.

Possessing the wisdom of a true dragon, he quickly retrieved several similar languages ​​from his mind and analyzed them briefly.

"Wait, is this the language of the Mogis dynasty?"

Suddenly, Roy realized that there was no need for analysis at all.

There is already a ready-made language that matches the other person's words.

That was the language of the Mogis dynasty, which I had studied before.

This is the research result of the Megan Empire.

Emperor Barthes at the time mobilized many experts to study this language in order to acquire advanced technology through archaeology.

Roy, who had also secretly acquired this knowledge, tried asking, "Are you a descendant of the Mogis dynasty?"

"what?"

The man was clearly stunned.

She was a young-looking woman with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes, rosy skin, and clear eyes, exhibiting characteristics of people from high-altitude regions.

"I...I don't know..."

However, the Grand Elder seems to talk about this Mogis quite often…

Roy was slightly curious: "There's even a Grand Elder?"

"us……"

……

After some conversation, Roy learned that the woman in front of him was named Margarita and was indeed a descendant of the Mogis dynasty.

However, their group has now shrunk to only a few thousand people, and they are scattered in different villages, living a secluded life.

Her village is one of the larger ones, with a population of over three hundred.

Even a major earthquake couldn't have wiped out all the Mogis; the dynasty left behind many descendants, some of whom even integrated into modern populations.

However, this is the first time that the Mogis have been found to have preserved their bloodline and culture so well.

"Take me to your side."

Roy spoke up, making his request.

It was an unquestionable tone, and Margarita, without much thought, agreed almost instinctively.

The village where she lives is more than ten miles away.

The thatched hut by the lake was a temporary shelter for fishing at night.

When Roy and his group appeared, the villagers were immediately alerted.

The Grand Elder also rushed out, trembling as he asked, "Outsiders, who are you?"

Roy said, "They're just travelers passing through."

When the elder saw that he did not answer, he had no choice but to ask about other things, such as what era it was.

It's clear that although they are isolated, they are not completely ignorant of what's happening outside.

Every few years, the village sends out heroes to travel, and some even bring back their partners.

Most of the time, however, outsiders simply regard this place as a secluded paradise village and don't pay much attention to it.

The Iris Federation and the Megan Empire only began their modernization process a century ago; before that, they had never even had a first-level spellcaster.

And this elder actually possessed the skill level of a second-level sorcerer.

This is the result of bloodline modulation brought about by ancient technology. With a little bit of magic or other simple tricks, it is enough to keep it undetectable to outsiders.

"So, your village is a descendant of the 'exploration station' left here by the Mogis Dynasty?"

After Roy got a general idea, he understood completely.

As early as the Mogis dynasty, people discovered this ley line node and wanted to study it.

The people of the Mogis dynasty gradually came into contact with the world's will, but they only wanted to find the celestial energy within it and conquer the sky.

They discovered a treasure here similar to Magnetite, a natural anti-gravity ore refined by geomagnetism, known as levitation stone. They even mined it in an attempt to build a floating city called "Sumvicheo".

To conquer the sky, one must begin by building such cities or flying machines.

But before the plan could be completed, catastrophe struck.

"So, the ruins of that floating city are buried nearby?"

Roy asked with great interest.

“Outsiders, you’ve been asking too many questions.”

The elder immediately became alert.

Only then did he realize that the person in front of him possessed a certain special charm.

The question, seemingly asked intentionally or unintentionally, led me to spill everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.

"Ha ha……"

Roy smiled gently.

“I’m very interested in the place you’ve mentioned. If you could, please tell me everything about it.”

As a condition of this "equivalent exchange," I will grant your wish.

The elder and the villagers were astonished.

Margarita also showed genuine surprise.

At that moment, they sensed an inexplicable divinity emanating from the person before them.

That nameless aura made him seem sacred and noble, and his words seemed to carry an unquestionable authority.

"It is located on the southern slope of the mountain."

After thinking about it, the elder decided to tell Roy.

"But I don't want any conditions, I just beg you not to disturb our peaceful life and not to bring destruction upon us!"

He was a wise man who knew what lay hidden behind the gifts that fate bestowed upon him.

Seeing this, Roy said, "As you wish, I grant your request."

"Huh?" The Grand Elder was taken aback.

******
After leaving the village, Roy temporarily changed his plans and began searching for the ruins of a city called "Sumvicheo".

This was no easy task, because even the Grand Elder and others only knew of the city's existence from ancient texts.

He himself had never been inside and only knew a general area.

In order to find the exact location, Roy summoned the divine scout Zophiel to conduct a wide-ranging search.

The results showed that an unusually high-energy reaction was created due to interference from the earth's vein energy.

The entire scene was filled with a huge energy field, making it impossible to discover the underground cavity.

"That won't do."

Over the years, the puppet used for reconnaissance has been upgraded to a level three item.

However, this only means a larger detection range, faster flight speed, and better concealment.

Penetrating these energy spectra to investigate places invisible to the naked eye, and even analyzing geological structures thousands of meters underground, is indeed no easy task.

"Perhaps it needs some modifications."

However, now was not the right time to do such a thing. Roy took out the Golden Grail, and the amber liquid, like honey water, rippled slightly.

He raised the Holy Grail high, and a drop of wish crystal appeared, beginning to manifest a dreamlike scene before his eyes.

I hope...

Know the exact location of 'Sumvichio'!

The consumed power of desire dissipated in the air, replaced by a clear scene.

The geological structure of the surrounding mountains is shown in simple cross-sectional images.

The exact location is about 3 miles south, then about 15 miles down into the ground.

This is a location that most people could never find even with a lifetime of effort, but if they are lucky or possess some kind of legendary destiny, they might discover a crack during an avalanche or an unexpected earthquake, and then enter through a dried-up underground river or similar passage...

Roy didn't rely on such absurd luck; instead, he used his own skills.

……

Half a day later, a specialized machine was built on the spot at the lakeside camp.

Margarita stared in astonishment at the creature, which resembled a pangolin but shone with a metallic sheen, like an armored monster, and was deeply impressed by Roy's craftsmanship.

"It looks like Dadaruel..."

Other followers also expressed their sincere amazement.

"But this is way too tiny!"

"That's right, this is a puppet modeled after the digging machine Dadarul."

Going down there doesn't require much effort; you just need to use it to make a hole and send the positioning anchor point down.

We'll use the "teleportation" spell to go down in a bit.

Roy said.

Calculations showed that even under the interference of a massive energy field, he could still precisely control this distance of more than 10 miles.

But the prerequisite is that the positioning anchor point must be sent first, and "have been there" before it can be done.

He planned to replace himself with this puppet creation.

“, ……

(Activation Technique)

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Roy recharged the steel pangolin.

The pangolin, as if it were a real living creature, began to dig into the ground.

Although it was a temporary machine, its complete set of features was in no way inferior to those of top-tier creations. In no time, it broke through the thick layers of earth and successfully entered.

Roy learned of this before he had even caught a single fish on the lake.

"Forget it, I'm not fishing anymore. What a lousy place!"

Watching Margarita fill her basket with fish one after another until it was almost overflowing, Roy put down his fishing rod and got down to business.

"..."

(Teleportation)

A moment later, he appeared in a spacious underground cave.

It was pitch black here, but after several luminous obsidian stones rose up, everything was revealed as if illuminated by sunlight.

"It really is a buried ruin..."

However, the base still seems to be useful.

By activating the sonar with the detection device, Roy took a look and found that it was essentially a flattened circular platform, with the upper surface about 10,000 meters wide and the depth of the center vertically downwards about 100 meters.

Simply put, it looks like a flat, round plate.

The structures built by the Mogis, along with the various energy structures hidden within them, have been almost completely destroyed.

Even the city's overall structure has been distorted due to geological movements.

But what really impressed Roy was that despite the large amount of material being piled up, there was absolutely no loss.

These are all mined and processed Magnetite metals, as well as various rare earth elements and other materials related to geomagnetic energy.

Although the vast majority are only at the first-level, this level is still a huge asset.

"It's worth at least two or three billion!"

Roy made a surprising conclusion after only a brief assessment.

"In addition, there are some metals and minerals that have reached level three..."

These are all the essence of the past, with a total value of over a billion.

If we were to excavate them, we could build a floating city with just a few hundred million more!

At that moment, an idea came to him.

……

"Lord Roy, how is it?"

Once back on the ground, the crowd that had been waiting outside gathered around them.

Roy briefly told them about his findings, and also said to Margarita, "In the coming period, I'm afraid there will be a lot of construction going on."

However, I keep my word and will try my best to protect the environment here and avoid disturbing your lives.

What flashed through my mind was a devilish, hellish promise-keeping.

Use a sleeping spell or some special seal to bury the entire village underground.

It will neither disturb nor destroy.

It's perfectly "safe".

However, he was a wizard with a conscience, not some dark wizard or a demon from hell, so of course he couldn't repay kindness with enmity.

A simple piece of information revealed by the other party brought him such a huge fortune.

Even for a high-level wizard, this was considered a windfall.

Roy did a simple calculation and realized that if he were to purchase everything from outside, he would have to spend at least tens of billions to achieve the same building.

Moreover, the time, manpower, and resources consumed are incomparable.

Therefore, I decided to put in some effort to make proper arrangements.

He used several magical artifacts to build a barrier on one side of the mountain, sealing off a large area of ​​airspace. He then set up a magical array to isolate the inside from the outside.

After that, several large pieces of machinery were transported over, including the real "excavator" Dadarul.

Many of the flesh-mushroom demons left over from the underground projects have long since collapsed, but the related technologies and data have been preserved.

Soon another batch multiplied and was put into it.

******
“Excellent! This time we not only obtained the ‘Sacred Lake Crystal,’ but we may also obtain an entire city base…”

"When the time comes, I'll build my own floating city on it, as a satellite city of Mtraken!"

A few days later, it was the end of August.

Roy returned to Mtraken with the fruits of his labor, feeling pleased and self-satisfied.

Celine informed them: "Recently, the human alliance has launched another attack, and there may be new spoils..."

The body of the gnoll general, Bloodclaw Butcher Kudaru, who was killed earlier, has also been brought back.

This hero-level monster could perhaps be used to create puppets; with a level one foundation and various necromancy techniques, it could reach level two…”

"Okay, I understand." Roy didn't intend to do this small matter himself, but instead left it to his shadow wizards and alchemy apprentices.

Soon after, Tibas, Lonik, Schall, Mattress, Grote, and others came to await orders.

"Teacher, what can I do for you?"

Roy then briefly explained what he had to tell them.

"A city buried underground?"

Everyone was very interested when they heard this.

"However, the Angelos hasn't even been completely dismantled yet..."

"A city will definitely be built on the western front in the future; you've already proposed a plan..."

The plan they were referring to was the Steel City project, which arose from the dismantling of the Angelos.

The main reason is that a large amount of machinery and steel products have nowhere to be transported, and if they are simply abandoned in the forest, they may cause a lot of pollution.

It is important to know that many forms of magical energy radiation can cause various physical mutations and environmental pollution.

Roy wants to make this his own territory, so he needs to protect it from the very beginning.

"The two are unrelated; you just need to allocate some of your manpower."

Roy had planned for this long ago; after all, Tibas and the others had been trained and were capable of handling things on their own.

Everyone looked distressed upon hearing this.

Regardless of the nature of the matter, adding extra workload out of nowhere is a form of pressure.

But then Roy's words dispelled their worries.

"I won't let you work for nothing. Each of you can choose an additional spell and the corresponding cultivation resources."

"If you don't want to practice these witchcrafts, that's fine too. Just give me a level three item..."

Tier 3 items are equivalent to superior-grade magic equipment.

Furthermore, Roy hasn't specified whether it's a weapon, armor, or some other strange item.

There is a wide range of options available.

Sure enough, when Tibas cautiously inquired whether customization was possible, Roy readily agreed.

However, he made a special request.

"These things will be transformed into 'destiny containers' by me, which can acquire legendary elements through interaction with various heroes in the human world..."

Although you are its masters, you must not be selfish. It is advisable to send it out to gain more experience...

That's right. The creations made through refinement are also living things. The newborn souls need to be tempered and experience all sorts of things to accumulate their own "legends".

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"This is less of a request and more of an opportunity!"

"The destruction of the Gnoll Empire will undoubtedly be a major event affecting the entire world of Araghi, and it is inherently legendary!"

"Given time, we might actually be able to create legendary equipment!"

They quickly understood Roy's plan.

This was just a side project to conduct some experiments.

So they all agreed.

After that, Roy began forging.

For him now, the simplest options are Dragon Soul weapons and conceptual creations.

It can be done simply by applying for some materials from the Witch Tower and the Academy, or by exchanging resources with Fengrang Garden.

……

In the blink of an eye, several months have passed.

The end of the year is approaching.

Roy took some time to check on the progress of the human alliance and found that the army was surrounded by a large number of gnolls and had begun a difficult battle.

"Those gnolls are incredibly prolific!"

"If it weren't to avoid a direct confrontation with the will of the world, perhaps we could use a harsh winter or similar large-scale climate spells to exterminate them..."

All you need to do is prepare winter supplies beforehand, and then cast a spell like "Blizzard"...

This was hardly a war; it was a massacre.

The impact on the world's will will be profound.

Roy dismissed the idea as soon as it crossed his mind.

The main problem is that winning too easily doesn't train any real human army.

"If possible, I hope to slowly erode and completely build an era that belongs to humanity over these decades."

The orderly control of the war process can also cultivate a formidable military force.

Next, I ascended to the rank of Grand Wizard, leading them into the interdimensional war, conquering more land for survival!

There are two major prerequisites: first, the world's will must be completely subdued, and the monsters must be completely eradicated so that they will not recur.

If they use off-field tactics like weather magic, they might be able to survive by hiding and developing in secret.

The second is to train an army.

In the environment of the interdimensional battlefield, without the strength of a high-level knight or above, you can't even be cannon fodder; even a great knight is just an ordinary elite soldier.

Everything else is a consumable.

And then there are level one heroes, level two heroes, and even level three powerhouses.

They all need to be cultivated gradually.

I can't be their babysitter forever; instead, I need them to be useful and serve me.

Therefore, he remained unmoved despite the heavy casualties suffered by the human army over the next few months.

In any case, a sincere, brave, and passionate warrior will not sacrifice in vain.

The souls of those people will be collected and taken back to Mtraken to be used to cast statues.

For ordinary martyrs, Roy would hand them over to his apprentices; for heroes of level one and above, he would do it himself.

In this way, two more "sculptors" were gradually discovered from the academy. Both were newly promoted disciples of the school whose professional skills met the requirements.

Because Roy arranged their work, they didn't have to go straight to the brutal battlefield to be tempered by blood and fire.

Instead, it continues to develop and grow, at least reaching the peak of the first level, or even the second level, before moving on.

This is a privilege reserved for people like Raymond and Manant; even ordinary level three wizards only have one or two direct disciples who can enjoy it.

Before we knew it, it was already the end of March.

The human alliance successfully met up near a gnoll city called Lodis.

However, this large fortress, built against a massive mine, was an impregnable fortress, blocking everyone's path.

During this period, an epidemic also began to spread.

The coalition forces were once again forced to seek help.

******
"We've encountered an unknown plague..."

Do those gnolls also possess such advanced technology?

Soon, Roy also learned of the situation.

"Do not."

The girl's skull responded.

"A plague created by nothing but rotting corpses and all sorts of filth, combined with primitive witchcraft..."

Jackals are typically opportunistic predators, and most of the time, they also eat carrion.

They have enough strong acid in their stomachs to digest those things...

Some of them gradually evolved into jackal-men during the evolutionary process, and developed intelligence, but many of their habits remained unchanged, and they still preferred to eat raw meat and drink blood.

Over time, this led to the formation of a specific population.

"These are lowly creatures, even among the gnolls themselves, and they carry a large number of deadly germs..."

  "Ordinary pathogens are not enough to cause large-scale bacterial infections."

"Recently, they seem to have made a breakthrough in the field of magic, and have developed this highly contagious germ."

"is it?"

After listening, Roy seemed to be deep in thought.

This is yet another manifestation of the world's will acting up.

Some studies, whether scientific, arcane, or witchcraft, suggest that luck plays a significant role.

With the same formula, a lucky person might succeed in just a few tries.

It is entirely possible that divine intervention could accelerate the development process and enable the Jackal people to quickly master the art of witchcraft and medicine.

However, if they lack the conditions to experiment, the world's will is unlikely to grant them many opportunities.

Because each operation requires "consumption".

It's an invisible spirituality; if you over-stimulate it, it disappears.

“Call Windsorbell over, I want to discuss this with her.”

Roy thought for a moment and then spoke to the girl's skull.

A little while later, Windsorbell arrived.

"Lord Roy..."

"I intend to borrow your power of light to create a sacred artifact capable of combating the plague..."

"You can cooperate!"

During her time in the Temple World of Eglis, Windsorbell had already been cultivated to possess a certain degree of divinity and had begun to wield the authority of the Goddess of Light.

So it can come in handy at this time.

The lawful and good gods are quite adept at fighting plagues and the like, especially the gnolls who use primitive witchcraft similar to black magic.

Roy didn't bother researching an antidote; he'd just use magic...

No, it should be said that it was divine magic...

Just purify it!
……

Allied Forces Camp.

Outside the quarantine area.

Human hero General Kairador, along with Marshal Golembaru from the Megan Empire, and others, all wearing masks and white coats, were inspecting the area.

The guards following behind also wrapped themselves up, using magical equipment to provide them with thorough protection.

"Those damned gnolls, how could they use such despicable methods..."

"Summer is just around the corner, and temperatures are expected to rise even further. What should we do?"

"Report..."

Just then, a messenger came rushing in.

The guards quickly tried to stop them.

"keep distance!"

The messenger had no choice but to stop and shout from afar, "Two jackal armies have been spotted in the southern mountains and are heading this way!"

"Damn it, they're originally forest animals, skilled at marching in mountainous terrain!"

General Kairado cursed under his breath.

This is indeed a weakness for humans.

Because the most elite human troops ride warhorses and wear heavy armor.

Various mechanical devices, engineering equipment, and firepower weapons are also not conducive to transportation in mountainous areas.

In the past, during periods of human civil war, various cavalry tactics relying on canals and flat plains reached their peak.

However, encountering gnolls often proves extremely difficult, largely due to the nature of mountain warfare.

"We must resolve this as soon as possible, otherwise if a few more groups of gnolls come, we'll be surrounded and wiped out."

After taking out the map and analyzing it, Kairado quickly understood the other party's plan.

Imperial Marshal Golembaru and others exclaimed in disbelief, "Those beasts actually have such a strategy..."

They have always regarded each other as inferior humanoid beings.

Although from a magical biology perspective, the other side is indeed an intelligent race, such ingrained arrogance is difficult to reverse without paying a bloody price.

It can only be said that the original destiny protected these native humans too well, preventing them from embarking on a path of opposing the world's will, and from experiencing the cruelty of the interdimensional battlefield.

If they were to step out of this world, they would discover that non-human races are far more powerful, while humans are weaker.

After making some troop deployments, Kairado and his men quickly responded.

But soon, devastating news arrived.

Because the plague affected their fighting capacity, the troops sent out to fight the enemy suffered repeated setbacks.

Some of the more capable generals also reported that the enemy did not engage them in direct combat at all, but instead attacked their camps.

They always hide during the day and move at night, and always cause small disturbances.

They lost dozens or even hundreds of men without even encountering the enemy's main force.

There were also various non-combat casualties.

The gnolls have become so depraved that they've started polluting water sources by releasing carrion and other pollutants.

"Isn't this just scorched earth?"

What will they do themselves?

Some of the newly arrived human generals frowned deeply.

"Some gnolls can eat carrion!"

Kairado has to provide some basic information.

"what?"

Just like many of their previous subordinates, the newly arrived human generals also showed expressions of astonishment.

"This situation must be included in textbooks so that all soldiers and officers can study it carefully!"

Kairado shook his head, feeling that things couldn't continue like this.

"Report..."

"General, a great wizard has arrived outside!"

"Ok?"

Kairado looked pleasantly surprised.

Columbia and the others also heard the news quickly and rushed out.

In the distance, a strange beast with the body of a lion and long wings descended from the sky; it was a ferocious beast called a "griffin".

A person was carried on the back of the ferocious beast, wearing a flowing robe and holding a staff.

"wizard……"

"That's a wizard?"

The crowd became restless and began to discuss the matter.

The vast majority of Araji people have never seen a shaman in person, nor have they heard much about their legends.

However, the high-ranking officials of the Alliance and the Empire were already aware of their existence.

The apprentices working under him immediately recognized the man's identity.

"Isn't that Lord Schall?"

Schall was not only in charge of the Rainbow Gate (the summoning gate dismantled from the Angelos), but also served as a visiting professor at several academies.

“Mtraken is aware of your difficulties…”

"A Holy Grail is hereby bestowed upon me, for healing and saving lives!"

As they spoke, a jeweled cup was pulled out and sprinkled down like sweet rain.

The holy power of light dispelled the plague, and soon everyone present felt the air was fresh.

Soon, the raindrops drifted into the ward.

The patients who were isolated have all recovered.

(End of this chapter)