Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 794 Obtaining Destiny (4-in-1)

Late May.

The jackals are mostly from Ubus.

The streets were muddy and full of murky puddles after the rain, and the air was filled with a pungent, fishy smell and the stench of rotting flesh.

The dilapidated shack was crammed together, leaning precariously. Rain was still dripping from the thatched roof. Several skinny wolf cubs were playing in the mud, rolling around and howling from time to time.

This place is full of mud and filth; in the human world, perhaps only the dirtiest and most chaotic slums can compare to it.

Prandtse's figure was as elusive as a ghost, passing by silently as she floated along.

As you ascend, the muddy path gradually transforms into stone slabs, the stench fades, and neat stone walls appear on both sides of the road.

The architecture of the Upper Town is completely different from that of the Lower Town. The stone houses are arranged in a neat and orderly manner, the streets are clean, and there are gnolls guarding and patrolling in leather armor.

These guards were tall, with slicked-back hair and gleaming weapons at their waists; they were clearly not to be trifled with.

But Pranzhe was an experienced spy. She carefully followed the wind and went around from the downwind side, continuing to move using "shadow stealth," so the guards couldn't detect her at all.

Finally, a seemingly ordinary stone hut came into view.

This is the residence of the suspected target, the Gnoll Prophet, as indicated by intelligence.

There was no strong guard force around him, because his identity was kept secret. In the eyes of the other gnolls, he was just an ordinary elder with noble blood.

Only the Gnoll Emperor Legno, Imperial General Decourio, and a few other high-ranking officials knew of its existence.

Pulanjie quietly observed her surroundings for a while before tightening her grip on her fist sword. She also discreetly checked all the weapons and equipment she was carrying before silently entering the room.

At the window, Sarris held an oil lamp, his brow furrowed, studying the map on the table.

The situation has become increasingly unfavorable for the gnolls. As a prophet, he has done everything he could predict, mobilizing a great deal of forces in advance to deal with the situation in Lodis City.

But in the end, they still suffered a crushing defeat.

Saris could only sigh helplessly at this.

Suddenly, the gnoll stiffened, a look of pain on his face, and looked down.

A sharp blade suddenly emerged from his back, piercing through his chest and penetrating his body.

As an assassin, Pranzhe is ruthless and taciturn. She activated the power of her blade and delivered a critical strike from behind.

Saris was completely powerless to resist and collapsed on the spot.

Just as he fell, a burst of light appeared around him, and a magical trap was activated.

Boom!

The violent explosion ripped off the roof, and in an instant, flames engulfed the entire room.

This alarmed the jackals in the city, and a large number of guards rushed over.

Pranzie was not injured because at the moment of the explosion, she was encased in thick Apostle Armor and entered the third stage of explosive power increase.

The approaching guards were killed before they could even see their figures clearly.

They followed closely behind, cutting down more than ten people as if mowing grass, before speeding away.

The guards behind them didn't see it clearly at all.

"Who on earth assassinated the elder?!"

"Oh no, Elder!"

The guards rushed in to put out the fire.

Soon after, the gnoll general Decourio arrived.

He dismissed his men and went inside alone, where he saw the prophet Sarris floating in the air like a ghost in a semi-transparent form.

"My Lord Prophet..."

Decourage was taken aback.

"My physical body is destroyed, and my soul has no place to reside; I fear I will not survive..."

But this state is perfect; I've come closer to shamanism than ever before, closer to the spirits of heaven and earth...

This is a state of 'harmony between man and nature'!

As if he had no teacher, Saris also achieved the state of oneness with heaven and man that could only be reached at the peak of level three.

Although it was a flash of inspiration on the verge of death.

But for the Prophet profession, this can be described as a peak state that is hard to come by and can only be sought after.

Without wasting any time, he immediately retrieved the tools from the ruins, preparing to conduct the final divination.

But a moment later, a strange, eerie wind blew up, and Saris's soul trembled involuntarily.

He suddenly looked up at the sky in horror as Decourage stared at him in bewilderment.

But what they saw was a huge vortex inverted, slowly but steadily rotating.

The immense force created an invisible lift, which was about to pull his soul upwards.

Even the prophet Sarris was unable to resist this force and involuntarily floated upwards a few degrees.

"Is this the indescribable horror?"

The land was forged...

In just a few years, the entire country was covered!

From the gnolls' perspective, those massive magic arrays composed of 10240 earth spirit stakes were indeed indescribably terrifying.

Even the prophet Sarris only knew its name and not much else.

He sensed that this thing was harmful to the gnolls and that he had to find a way to get rid of it.

But they still hadn't expected that it could exert such a terrifying suction force on the souls of the jackals in the afterlife.

"My Lord Prophet!"

Decourage watched in horror as the prophet's figure grew fainter and fainter.

It seemed as if in just a moment, the soul began to dissipate.

From the prophet Sarris's perspective, however, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, as if a dimension had shifted, and he had entered the underworld.

Hundreds of enormous bronze pillars rose from the ground like towering trees, piercing through the sky.

Their surfaces are covered with twisted runes, gleaming with an eerie blue light in the darkness.

At the same time, the pillar was also wrapped with dense chains, the ends of which hung down to the ground, slowly writhing like a giant python.

Suddenly, chains came to life and attacked the prophet Saris.

He quickly dodged.

Only then did they realize that there were other souls in the city.

Within the capital, the jackals and their people died of disease, starvation, and all sorts of other wronged souls who died from hunger and cold were bound to bronze pillars.

Each of them was bound with chains, some even pierced by multiple chains at the same time, with cold iron embedded in their "flesh and blood".

“Those souls have been captured…”

The prophet Sarris felt a deep fear welling up inside him and desperately wanted to escape this world.

However, there were many bronze pillars around, and huge chains were constantly swinging, making a clanging sound of metal striking metal.

Wow…

Several more chains came flying at them.

The wandering soul accelerated its escape, and even after being entangled by the iron chains, it forcefully broke several thick iron chains.

But soon, more chains came crashing down.

The prophet Sarris was ultimately unable to escape and was soon dragged to one of the giant bronze pillars.

The iron chains spread across his entire body, and because of his intense struggle, they even pierced through his waist, abdomen, and back, embedding themselves deep inside.

******
Boom!

A deafening roar followed, and blinding lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime.

Amidst the rumbling thunder, the jackal capital of Ubus was placed under emergency martial law.

Countless soldiers were mobilized to search everywhere, but they found nothing.

Because at this moment, Prandtse had already completed her mission and left.

At the same time, Mtraken.

Roy temporarily stopped his experiment and went outside to observe the celestial phenomena.

Suddenly, a strange, unseen sensation came over me.

“A special soul has been captured.”

Is this the prophet?

Roy closed his eyes, and in his mind appeared the scene of the prophet Sarris's soul bound to a bronze pillar, his body entangled in chains.

His spirit was stirred, and a moment later, he activated "Teleportation" and arrived nearby.

Outside the capital of the gnolls, he came to a spirit post and took out the wandering soul that was trapped inside.

The moment the soul entered my grasp, the essence of the soul surged forth from the darkness.

A slight change appeared between his brows, and the panel appeared.

"Alchemy talent gaining (36% → 85%)..."

In recent years, alchemical talent has become increasingly rare and precious.

This is because he has gradually completed his "puzzle" and has already acquired many low-level talents, so he will not acquire them again.

It needs to be at least Silver level to impress them.

Gnolls don't have high soul rank; they can only be of some use if their life level reaches level three or higher.

But to everyone's surprise, this gnoll prophet was able to contribute so much source essence in one go.

Besides that, I also sensed some pure soul energy, like the condensed soul particles that had been collected before.

Roy thought for a moment and decided not to use the soul directly to refine the soul nectar, but instead planned to refine it into a witch artifact.

There are many substitutes for the ingredients of Soul Dew.

What it requires is basic spiritual energy, soul particles, which all living beings possess.

However, when crafted into magical artifacts, they possess various uses, yet the demand for them is much greater and more extensive.

Only a high-quality and unique soul can satisfy this need.

Roy immediately separated its consciousness, separating the "soul" and "spirit," and extracted the portion of spiritual energy.

Then, they began the refining process.

"Prophet's Staff (Level 1)..."

A strange magic wand with prophetic power, capable of communicating with the will of the world and obtaining revelation.

Feature 1: "Guiding the Way" - Silently contemplate the destination, or the person and thing you wish to find. Place the staff upright; the direction it points to is the revelation of destiny. Accuracy depends on the difference between the level of the prophecy and the level of the target.

Trait 2: "Prophecy," the ability to foresee the future, with effects equivalent to a 3rd-level divine spell...

This isn't a high-grade item, but it's very practical.

Some people may have the misconception that level 3 wizards only create and use level 3 items...

This is unrealistic.

Level 3 wizards also create and use many level 2, level 1, and even level 0 items.

This depends on the demand and the upper limit of the items and materials themselves.

Just like a super-rich person who is richer than a country, the luxury goods they enjoy may be very expensive, but because their own needs are limited, not all of them will be high-end.

This falls under the category of "golden carrying pole" or "golden axe" thinking.

The emperor used a golden carrying pole and a golden axe, not because it was impossible, but because it was unnecessary.

Let's not even talk about whether we need a carrying pole or an axe; using iron would be just as good, or even better.

Similarly, Roy obtained this soul and used it as an enchanting material to infuse the staff.

It is a level one life form in itself, and the things it is refined into can only be level one as well; this is due to the limitation of the materials.

However, its special effects surpass many level 2 items, and even basic level 3 items.

This allows it to play a significant role in certain specific situations.

Roy admired it for a while, then put it away as a collectible.

Over the years, he has crafted a variety of alchemical items, as well as semi-finished and finished equipment, and has begun to accumulate some good items.

Special items crafted from special souls possess unique abilities.

These are all worth collecting.

However, at that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Roy's mind.

"Although it's somewhat special..."

But even those who receive legendary destinies are not many!

Legendary destiny is something intangible and intangible, and very few people can accurately judge it.

But Roy had already experienced that when he was in level one.

Chieftain Kaelon, the hero Nicodo, even the pseudo-hero Stagel, the warrior Hizes, and so on, all possess destiny.

This prophet also possessed a certain destiny.

Similar to Mogos, Borremo, and others.

But when you compare them like this, problems become apparent.

He seems to have received little divine mandate.

But why are there fewer of them for no apparent reason?
Given the current global will and the level of support for the Gnoll Empire, the blessing of legendary destiny is sure to be substantial. There will be flashes of inspiration amidst various dire situations, as well as the engines of various emotions and the core of feelings (opportunities to unleash potential)...

If there's a probability, it's almost always achievable.

That's why heroes emerge one after another, and breakthroughs and promotions, while not as easy as eating and drinking, are indeed becoming increasingly easier.

Only in this way can the number of level 1 or higher hero-level monsters be kept constant even as the gnoll population continues to decline.

But as a prophet, he possessed so few legendary destiny.

This was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Legendary destiny will not diminish without reason; it is something that has already emerged and solidified, and it will not immediately return to the natural world."

It's highly likely that the opportunity was transferred to other chosen ones.

Has the gnoll hero, the prophet who will turn the tide, been born?

He looked at the cane in his hand, and suddenly another idea popped into his head.

"Perhaps we can use this item to find out where they are."

A cane is not suitable for answering binary questions of "yes" or "no".

But Roy was almost 100% certain that such a successor prophet existed and was protected by the will of the world, as prophecy or any other intelligence showed no signs of it.

He held his cane upright, silently prayed for a while, and then let go of it.

With a thud, the cane fell to the ground, pointing far away towards the southern part of the Gnoll capital.

Roy thought for a moment, then summoned Pranzie and gave her some more instructions.

"I've assigned you a new task. I'll trouble you to make another trip..."

"Assassinating the target is no problem, but is this intelligence accurate?"

Prandtse always seemed a bit unreliable.

"Take this cane with you; it will guide you to your destination."

Roy didn't explain much, he just said to her.

******
"The enemy, Ubus, is right in front of us. Once we defeat it, the Gnoll Empire will cease to exist..."

For the sake of humanity, kill!

"Kill!" Late June.

Suburbs of Dadu Ubus.

The human alliance launched another siege.

This time, they successfully completed the convergence of multiple armies, launching a simultaneous attack from the southeast, west, and north while maintaining a three-sided encirclement.

Increasingly sophisticated tactics, coupled with experienced soldiers and superior equipment.

The artillery fire started at the beginning and continued unabated until the afternoon.

Ample supplies have given them the confidence to fight a war of plenty, no longer having to suffer from the various troubles of the mountainous region as they had in the past.

With artillery fire and spells raining down, it finally began to resemble the imposing force of a planar battlefield.

Tibas and the others hid on the other side, watching this scene from afar, and nodded in approval.

"Although the army also lost a lot of men, almost all of those who remained were elite troops."

The constantly emerging first-level warriors, level zero grand knights, and high-level knights are the future tactical backbone.

Combined with native armies from colonies or war zones, there are also a large number of cannon fodder available.

A powerful army capable of adapting to the interdimensional battlefield has finally been forged!

"In fact, there have been strong armies like this before, but it is difficult to maintain them if top-level experts are transferred out."

"This time it probably won't happen. The teacher said we should keep the elite forces on the home front, because after we've dealt with the gnolls, there are other trolls, ogres, and the murlocs in the distance..."

We must eradicate all demonic forces and allow humanity to completely rule this world!

As everyone present talked, they all felt a sense that humanity was destined for greatness.

They are unaware yet that this is all preparation for future conquests of outer realms and expansion.

"Look! It looks like some powerful gnolls are coming out!"

"Oh? Let me see..."

It seems to be the gnoll king Legno and his general Decurio.

"Hmph, just putting up a last-ditch effort!"

Seeing this, everyone laughed with relief.

……

At the city gate, before the human army, indeed appeared a group of extremely elite and powerful enemies.

Their total number is not large, but at the very least they are iron-skinned jackals with copper skin and iron bones.

With their physique and natural armor strength, jackals are virtually immune to stray bullets or arrows unless hit head-on by artillery fire.

So they rushed up very quickly.

But human heroes immediately stepped forward, leading an elite force to fight against them.

Griffin Knight, Magic-Powered Armored Soldier, High-Ranking Wizard Apprentice, Grand Knight...

All sorts of elite troops, enough to take center stage in interdimensional warfare, quickly suppressed this desperate, last-ditch breakout attempt.

The human heroes also faced off against the enemy general.

"I am Kenlen Shkod!"

"I will kill you right here today!"

A young knight leaped out on horseback, clad in magnificent magical armor, his longsword also imbued with magical runes.

"This demon swordsman is..."

The wizards watching the battle were somewhat surprised.

Schiar, however, revealed its origin.

"He is the heir of the famous Shcord family, the hero Kenlun Shcord, who is known as the General Gale!"

Don't worry, although he looks young, he's been at the next level for a long time and his strength is quite remarkable!

“Shkod…right, there was an apprentice sent by the Seven Towers Alliance to explore this area, also named Shkod. Is this the family he founded?”

"So, this Kenlen Shkod is a noble by blood!"

"Not bad, and exactly five generations later, a 'third-class citizen' who has inherited some traditions and special privileges..."

Their aristocratic names were even on the desks of teachers; they were protected special talents.

Those magical equipment were collected and assembled by their ancestors, and the warhorses they rode were specially modified magical creatures.

One more thing that Shishall didn't mention is that General Kelador, who previously obtained the Titan's Grip - Hammer of Varos, also had the same background.

His ancestor was Grace, the Duchess of Bernard, a descendant of the Seven Towers Alliance, whose lineage had been passed down for generations.

The apprentices lived for different years and reproduced at different rates, so some have already passed down the lineage for more than ten generations.

General Kairado no longer received special treatment.

However, Roy did not forget his apprentices, and at the crucial moment, he still bestowed these magical equipment upon them to wield on their behalf.

This was certainly partly due to considerations of past relationships, allowing the descendants of apprentices who had served them in the past to receive some benefits.

But magical modification is also a reason.

Purebred native humans might not be able to easily operate these devices.

As they spoke, Kenlun Shkod had already successfully beheaded the enemy hero with his longsword. Amid cheers from his soldiers, he charged forward and killed more than ten elite gnolls.

A moment later, he suddenly slashed out with his sword, and the raging flames, trailing a long tail of fire, struck the city wall.

Boom!

A corner of the city wall has collapsed.

The magical warhorse beneath him leaped up, actually stepping on the collapsed boulders and landing on them.

Kenlen Shcord casually cut down the enemy's makeshift flag and replaced it with the general's flag he was carrying on his back, drawing cheers from the crowd below.

Then, human soldiers surged forward and quickly occupied the city walls.

……

At the same time, on the other side.

Prandtie also found Kanis's location.

Eight years had passed since Kanis was born, and the former cub had grown into an outstanding young man.

It reached the next level in a very short time.

The jackals all regard them as the hope for the revitalization of their tribe and the spark of the future.

Therefore, it was not placed in the city, but in another location.

When Pranzio found it, she was surprised to discover that these gnolls were carrying out a mysterious and evil sacrificial ritual.

The offerings used were more than ten human soldiers who had been captured.

The gnoll priest raised his blood-stained bone staff, his hoarse chanting echoing through the forest.

The soldiers, bound to the stone platform, groaned in pain.

Their chests had been ripped open, and blood flowed along the patterns on the stone platform, merging into the eerie runes carved into the ground.

Limbs and severed bodies were scattered all around, and the heavy smell of blood was almost nauseating.

"Feocho! Lord of Howling, God of Rotten Feasts, Mother Goddess of Hyenas..."

Accept this sacrifice, and grant us strength!

As the last syllable fell, the ground suddenly shook.

The blood-drawn runes began to emit a dark red light, writhing as if they had come to life.

The sacrificed blood, as if drawn by some force, flows upstream and condenses into a cloud of blood mist in the air.

As a nauseating stench of decay swept over, the blood mist gradually coalesced into the shape of a blurry jackal's head, its empty eye sockets gleaming with a scarlet light.

******
The jackals knelt down and howled with excitement.

In an instant, their eyes turned blood red, their muscles bulged, and their fangs grew at a visible speed.

The only ones unaffected by this force were the priest himself and Kanis, who served as a beacon of hope.

Clearly, this bloodthirsty power affects reason, completely transforming the gnolls both physically and mentally.

"Did you remember?"
This is the procedure for the sacrificial ceremony..."

This was a meticulously planned lesson, a tradition passed down within the gnoll tribe.

Kanis nodded, his physique, far more imposing than that of a typical adult gnoll, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

However, it lacks the mania and impulsiveness of ordinary jackals, instead displaying a human-like composure.

The innate instinct activates the knowledge and wisdom it possesses. For ordinary gnolls, and even wizards among humans, the various runes and spells that are complex are as easy as a child learning to speak.

They quickly grasped the essentials, including the pronunciation of various spells and the dance postures.

The old priest nodded in satisfaction; this extraordinary individual would surely lead the tribe to new heights of glory.

All it can do now is teach it all the knowledge.

"who?"

Suddenly, the unusual gnoll turned its head to look to the side, as if it had vaguely sensed the presence of a threat.

Prandtie was surprised.

This perception is a special ability at the level of a soul talent.

"The foundation of a powerful warrior, the wisdom of a prophet, and the bloodline and heritage of a priest..."

If you continue to grow up like this, I really don't know what you'll become!
"I'm afraid he'll have to become a Level Three God-Descendant!"

Prandtse had no choice but to come out.

This was a scene she had rarely experienced in her career as a secret agent.

"We've been discovered?"

The old priest was somewhat shocked.

However, remembering that the prophet had been assassinated and that he had to move with Kanis, he suddenly realized something.

Humans already have the means to track!
"Kill her!"

Kanis, impatient with wasting words with this human, immediately gave the order.

At the same time, he suddenly stepped back, his claws piercing the priest's chest.

To Pranzio's astonishment, it ripped out the priest's heart and murmured the incantation of sacrifice.

A blood-red shadow slowly rose up.

But at that moment, Pranzie suddenly activated the power of the "Blade of Time of Dolores" in her hand.

Special Effect 2: "Quick Settlement" has the characteristic of quickly settling continuous poison damage, concentrating the slow poison effect into an instant burst. Other energy attacks are similar.

With just a gentle wave, the enhanced gnoll warriors coming towards them were struck as if by lightning.

They were all killed by the deadly poison contained within the blade.

Normally, toxins need time to manifest and can only penetrate slowly.

Some of the more powerful ones can even block the flow of blood or magic.

Therefore, none of them can take effect quickly.

However, driven by the power of time, a rapid settlement was carried out.

The troublesome toxin took effect immediately.

Following closely behind, Prandtse swung her sword several times.

Special Effect 3: "Time Assassin" imbues attacks with time energy and sets a timer for the energy to explode. Once the timer is reached, the attack will occur.

Sharp rays condensed into visible blades, slashing through the air and striking the blood shadow.

Under the influence of this force, the gnoll god, who had not yet arrived, was severed from his connection.

Boom!

A muffled thunderclap echoed in the sky, whether it was the will of this world or the wrath of the gnoll god from the distant abyss, no one knew.

But in a fit of anger, He became furious.

Then it quickly fell silent.

Kanis watched this scene in shock.

It was still quite young, and it was completely unimaginable that even with the power of the gods, it was still mercilessly severed.

But it no longer has the opportunity to learn from its mistakes and grow.

Pranzhe leaped swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp blade slashed past.

Kanis collapsed on the spot.

……

"Is this the chosen one?"
"How can she look like this at only eight years old?"

As Pranzie carried the slain Kanis back, Roy also sensed the soul sealed inside.

and also……

That was truly a profound destiny!

Even he was slightly astonished as he looked at the massive corpse.

"Although it's only level one, it's actually a high-level silver rank, approaching the gold level of soul rank..."

Moreover, this was because the spiritual energy was too concentrated and had been diluted...

This is what they call legendary potential!

A moment later, Roy suddenly felt a slight stinging sensation.

When Prophet Saris was killed earlier, the unreplenished talent essence rapidly surged in.

We've finally reached 100%!
[Alchemy talent gain in progress (100%)]

[Sacrifice Enhancement (Gold Tier)]

[By communicating with the great beings of various realms through sacrificial arts, one can obtain additional gifts. This method follows the principle of [equivalent exchange]. If one communicates with evil deities, there is a certain probability that they will demand one's life and soul, which is dangerous. Unless one can confront their descending avatar and overcome them to avoid the cost, the level of the crafted item will be increased by 3 (theoretical maximum) after performing the relevant operations, but the upper limit is level 4 (semi-divine artifact)]

"This……"

The moment Roy saw it, his first thought wasn't the joy of the harvest, but rather that he had wasted his time learning the "Kaham Sacrifice" spell.

If I had known I could have such alchemical talent, there would have been no need for me to learn that stuff!

Isn't this much better than some kind of "Kahham Sacrifice" spell?

But he soon realized that it was because he had learned the "Kaham Sacrifice Technique" and had such a "seed" in his spirit and soul that he was able to absorb and utilize Kanis's legendary destiny and obtain this talent.

This is the relationship between "the first steamed bun" and "the second steamed bun".

You can't say that if you're full after eating two buns, you only need the second one and don't need the first one.

The talent I have gained at this moment is hardly a gift from heaven.

It's clearly the result of sweat and hard work!
"Not bad, not bad, very good!"

Roy quickly realized that this talent was incredibly powerful, and could even be considered the ultimate alchemy of the sacrificial school.

That is, when in doubt, summon the gods!

Even if you forge a level zero piece of scrap metal, you can summon a god to bestow divine power upon it and quickly upgrade it by +3 (theoretical maximum value), successfully transforming it into a level three excellent item!

This is absolutely incredible alchemy.

With this, why bother learning so many complicated techniques? You can just worship the gods.

This is also the ultimate ambition that the sacrificial school has always held.

Unexpectedly, this chosen one was brought here just like that, having been killed!

(End of this chapter)