Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 838 News from Behemoth (4-in-1)

Before we knew it, the year was drawing to a close.

The clamor of the interdimensional war has not subsided, but under Roy's management, which can be described as nurturing bandits to enhance his own power, the Wolf world remains peaceful.

Aside from Nuchmock's departure during this period, leaving behind his disciples and followers without a trace while he himself disappeared, there is almost nothing else to report.

However, for the disciples and followers who were entrusted with the care of the orphan, it was like a separation of life and death, plunging them into immense unease.

"What was the teacher thinking, actually gifting the 'Krosus' to the great wizard Roy?!"

"That may be the culmination of his later life's work, his tireless efforts over nearly a thousand years..."

"Does the Seven Towers Alliance know about this?"

They never expected that coming here on a commission would lead to something like this.

Some with vivid imaginations even conjured up a grand drama of a great wizard using secret arts to bewitch his teacher, hypnotize him, and control him.

"Is the teacher being threatened?"

They had no idea that Nuchmock was shocked and horrified.

They could almost picture a handsome young wizard wielding a small leather whip, his entire body writhing and radiating tentacled black shadows.

“Hehehe…

Old man, hand over the treasure and the secret!

It's terrifying to even think about!

Simurakron and the others learned the whole story from Nuchimok, and understood why their teacher and ancestors did what they did.

However, knowing this doesn't mean one can't help but feel a sense of unease and anxiety.

Fortunately, Roy was well aware of this and understood all the speculation and anxiety.

He promptly summoned the three men and had an open and honest conversation, promising to provide them with what they needed for their lives and growth to the best of his ability.

As long as they respect me and behave themselves, I will not mistreat them.

This quickly calmed the three of them down, and they shifted their attention to the various commissions that followed.

Once the second-level wizards accepted reality, the other wizards and apprentices naturally settled down as well.

……

At the same time, on the other side.

Above the vast plains, Popula soared freely.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, and abruptly accelerated, quickly passing through the clouds.

Using the thin layer of moisture clinging to his body, the power of magic was evenly distributed around him, creating a sophisticated disguise.

The body, already nearly invisible under technological radar, became even more difficult to detect.

After a while, she took a deep breath.

Immediately following, a solid black dragon breath spewed from her mouth.

It burned with a strange flame like black fire, but it did not bring any heat; instead, it had a strong corrosive effect like splashing acid.

Several Sionsian fighter jets were approaching.

They were ambushed in mid-air, and even with powerful computing capabilities, their physical properties limited their ability to react quickly.

Several fighter jets were simultaneously hit by the dragon's breath, like white paper stained with black ink, quickly polluting a large area.

The dragon's breath, imbued with magical power, swiftly melted through the high-tech alloy plates. Following closely behind, the fighter jets, having lost their material strength, were caught in a death spiral under the interference of powerful wind pressure, tumbling and crashing into nearby mountain peaks.

Popula turned his head and glanced at it, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

Then, flapping its dragon wings, it flew back while humming a little tune.

High in the sky, the massive metal tower stands suspended in mid-air, its internal space, with its folded structure, is far larger than what the naked eye can see.

Popula went straight in through one of the combat passages, where servants and attendants were already waiting to serve her.

"Your Highness Popula is so majestic!"

Several furry Fury orcs held their hands to their hearts, their eyes seemingly sparkling.

These simple-minded creatures are, in a sense, pure.

It had only been a short time since it was brought here, but it naturally recognized its master.

Just now, they watched in real time how Popula dealt with the enemy through the monitoring devices inside the Witch Tower, the Eye of the Roc Feather Angel, and the signals provided by the Apostle of God, Zofiel, and were filled with admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

"Oh! Your Highness Popula! Your Highness Popula!"

They come in different sizes, shapes, and colors.

But the equally adorable Pipi was also there, jumping around and making cute, childlike sounds.

Although the alchemical creations of this race have now evolved to the point of being able to fill small nuclear bombs and antimatter bombs, they still look cute and harmless, full of childlike fun.

Popula used her "human transformation technique" to become a hot beauty with black hair, brown skin, and a healthy wheat complexion, and walked in full of energy.

A large black cat, resembling a little girl, with a standing figure and a salted fish bib made by the gem fish Litos hanging from its waist, pounced on them, meowing.

Popula laughed heartily, vigorously rubbed Domi's head, and then happily led it inside.

……

Shortly after, in the study.

Popula met her majestic and handsome great wizard father.

"Dad, I've mastered the 'Black Water Dragon's Breath'!"

With a touch of excitement, Poplar reported.

"Oh?"

Roy's heart stirred slightly, and he turned his head with a hint of surprise.

The "Black Water Dragon Breath" that Popula mentioned is essentially a method of attacking enemies with a corrosive liquid, similar to spitting acid...

Although the module sounds a bit weak, the real focus is on the corrosive liquid it spews out, not anything else.

What even Roy, the creator, didn't expect was that Popula's body, originally white clay created by "Cretaceous Creation," possessed a strong tolerance to the blackening agent.

"This seems to be a kind of restraint of characteristics?"

Roy was thinking.

"At the early stages, biological tissues, especially flesh, bones, etc., are already difficult to tolerate the blackening agent and can be used as 'corpse-dissolving water'."

In the intermediate stage, various natural materials and some organic synthetic materials, including wood, cloth, and paper, will dissolve rapidly upon contact.

This includes all kinds of ordinary metals and magical metals, even plastics, glass and other materials.

At the advanced stage, it can even dissolve various high-tech alloys and even magical crystal products protected by magical power.

On the contrary, earthy substances, whether high-grade enchanted diamonds or low-grade clay, are more easily tolerated..."

This inevitably brings to mind the simple yet profound principle of "earth overcoming water."

"Dad, what are you thinking about?"

"I went through so much trouble to master this move, aren't you happy for me?"

At this moment, Popula's dissatisfied voice came over.

Roy snapped out of his daze and smiled, saying, "No, child, I am very proud of you."

******
After seeing off the satisfied Popla, Roy instructed Tarling Celine.

"Retrieve the data on 'Black Water Dragon Breath' to reconstruct the path by which Popula learned and mastered this type of magic."

"Yes."

Tarling Celine responded and quickly retrieved the relevant information as he instructed.

Roy is usually busy with various things and hasn't really had time for these things.

It was only now that it was discovered that Popula had indeed been practicing and mastering the Dark Arts in the normal way that wizards learn them.

She did not inherit her talent in "darkening," but she possessed something that could be considered a talent.

That is the "Dragon Breath" ability possessed by all dragons.

This ability, derived from the ancestors of the dragon race, includes a unique physiological structure and a simulated spellcasting mechanism based on the physical properties of regurgitation and spitting as emission modules.

He had created her and Lena, achieving the great miracle of creating life, and had also unknowingly brought knowledge and abilities with him.

This activated the vast and complex legacy of "True Dragon Wisdom" inherent in the dragon race itself.

This also contains content that involves "darkening".

The combination of the two is what Popula now possesses as "Black Water Dragon Breath".

Of course, this is also inseparable from Popla's own hard work and sweat.

Not every dragon can master "darkening," because it is a secret technique of alchemists.

The dragon ancestors must have come into contact with and mastered this over the long course of history, but it is not something inherent to the dragon race. It is not so easy to inscribe it into their blood and transform it into a racial talent.

It's as if I possess multiple shadows of souls within me, like pages upon pages, each recording different content.

One can only use fragmented clones to assume different talents and attributes, and use material or shadowy bodies to control different talents and powers.

While there are indeed universal powers like the "Sage's Words" that can penetrate multiple soul shadows and manifest in different individuals, the others are not so universal.

"This seems to reveal the secret of talent cultivation. If I can understand and master it further, I will be able to simulate the power of a true creator and endow my creations with more similar 'talents'!"
If these talents also include many superb combat skills and abilities...

That would be terrible!

However, this is a long-term vision and cannot be achieved overnight.

Roy quickly turned his attention back to the matter at hand.

At this moment, Nuchimok had already left, leaving behind only his disciples and followers, as well as gifts.

While arranging for his disciples, Roy also gradually began sending people to the world of Skyro to accept and manage the things entrusted to him by them.

Besides that, there was a secret scroll left behind.

The record of his past adventures during his travels has surprisingly connected him to the Fire Elemental Plane.

Roy unfolded the old, yellowed parchment, and Nuchmock's handwriting stood out on it.

"In the Fire Elemental Plane, in an unnamed world, deep within the Lava Sea..."

I stumbled upon an ancient stone tablet and learned about local legends from it.

According to the inscription, a fire elemental named "Flameheart" who had developed sentience once lived in this place. He signed an equal partnership contract with a human mage, agreeing to grow together.

Unexpectedly, the mage, bewitched by the whispers of the abyss, secretly concealed an abyssal curse during a ritual while healing himself with the flames of purification, attempting to devour the abyss and seize its power.

When the primordial fire was injected into the magic circle, the power of the abyss suddenly erupted. The once pure and noble elements were twisted in pain, and the pure core of the flame was also tainted by the filthy demonic energy.

Its wails shook the world, and the entire lava sea gradually turned from blazing white to dark red, transforming into hellfire…

The earth's veins silently recorded all of this, preserving it as part of history in the memory of the world's will, and through geological movements, naturally created this masterpiece of inscription.

Many years later, an adventurous party passed through this place, and the bard and historian among them deciphered it and left new annotations.

"His nature has been transformed. The originally lawful and neutral fire elemental soul has been reorganized under the erosion of the abyss, transforming into a chaotic and evil existence."

The entire world was corrupted by His wrath, becoming tainted with the chaotic nature of the abyss.

When the transformation was complete, a hellfire made entirely of black stone rose from the lava sea.

Its name, 'Iraq,' means 'endless wrath' in the demon language..."

Roy gently closed the scroll, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"So, when a creature falls into depravity, the structure of its soul undergoes such a drastic reconstruction..."

This reminded him of the transformations that occur in some wizards as they pursue power.

This includes the qualities of the soul's origin, as well as talents, abilities, and even all of one's inherent nature!
"Could this also imply that the process of cleansing away these evils and transforming the celestial beings 'angels' also involves a similar transformation?"

Actually, I already have an example of a semi-finished product around me, namely Windsorbell.

Strictly speaking, both she and Atedia had already 'died' once, making them beings whose nature was close to that of angels.

As Roy thought this through, he wrote down his thoughts and a certain guess.

"The anger of betrayal, combined with the agony of being corrupted by the abyss, transforms creations through rituals similar to the corruption of the abyss, potentially creating twisted monsters with demonic natures..."

Test records: None available...

Related records: love and sacrifice, spiritual sublimation, sanctification...

It is speculated that its essence is the ratio of the soul formula.

Some unexpected factors can cause a change in the essence of the soul at the spiritual level, similar to a genetic mutation!

……

A short period of peace passed once again.

Before we knew it, it was late February.

Somewhere above Wolf World, a dimensional interface resembling a pitch-black hole opened.

Without a sound, a strange object with a peculiar shape, but clearly full of the unique aesthetic and style characteristics of the technological world, quietly appeared from it.

It looks like a cube with sides of more than 3 meters, and is entirely silver-white, like a huge metal block plated with silver.

Between the overall color and shape, there are blue and white lines that divide it into 3*3 small blocks, like paint, crisscrossing each other.

But this doesn't seem to be a simple paint job; rather, it appears to be threads formed from some kind of spiritual power with strange properties.

Against the backdrop of a pitch-black dimensional interface, these crisscrossing lines alternate between light and shadow, emitting a faint glow.

This makes the huge metal block look like an enlarged, glowing metal Rubik's Cube.

******
"Arrived in the Wolf world, entering reconnaissance mode."

Target locked: Nehebul Wizard Tower.

Warning, high-energy reaction detected…

Inside the metal cube, threads intertwine, and light and shadow flow.

An invisible message surged through me like an electric current.

In an instant, it was transmitted through quantum communication's long-distance sensing.

Meanwhile, Roy's golden dragon avatar was still busy inside the wizard's tower.

He has been taking stock and organizing the gifts from Nuchimok lately.

Roy also made his fortune and became very rich.

He didn't care much about material things, unless they were top-tier level three or four treasures. So, at this moment, he was focusing more on his collection, which was like a private library.

This includes, but is not limited to, various research findings on witchcraft, experimental data, personal diaries, book collections, and even correspondence...

Although Nuchimok's talent and aptitude are inferior to his own, his wizarding level and future achievements have long been far behind.

However, his more than 2800 years as a wizard were not wasted. His talent and accumulated achievements in becoming a high-level wizard were not ordinary.

Even from my current perspective, it can be said to be of great benefit.

After all, this is a complete collection of life experiences and rich knowledge of a high-level wizard. Under normal circumstances, even if a similar archmage were killed outside, such a spoils would not be possible.

"We were really lucky this time..."

This kind of information is enough to make up for many of my shortcomings and catch up with the other wizards' knowledge as soon as possible.

Roy was very satisfied with this.

After all, he has already accumulated a considerable amount of wealth in other aspects, and even his material wealth has been replenished by the recent acquisition of the complete Sionian expeditionary base (main warship).

Although we have not yet fully digested the achievements of technological civilization, as mentioned before, it has been quite effective to use them in the promising and great cause of mining.

In this way, all that remains are life experiences and knowledge.

Although the libraries of the various wizard towers in the Seven Towers Alliance contain many similar wizard notes, as well as the books he collected along the way.

However, acquiring a collection meticulously gathered and organized by a high-ranking wizard, as is the case now, is still a tremendous gain.

The last time I acquired such a complete and comprehensive collection was from Valentina...

However, Valentina is only a level one mage, far inferior to Nuchimok at present.

Suddenly, just as Roy was engrossed in the pleasure of taking stock...

A strange feeling arose.

Originating from a mysterious connection with the unity of heaven and man, he vaguely sensed a change related to the magical power of heaven and earth from the feedback of the world's will.

At the same time, the title of the savior "Saint Sothear" also made him sense some kind of feedback from the unseen world.

"foreign enemy……

Invasion…

That was a warning from the will of the world.

Roy was not originally a native werewolf of this world, nor did he possess the legendary destiny of this world.

But at this moment, he received treatment almost like a legendary protagonist.

The world has been invaded by a strange foreign enemy, and it needs him, the savior, to step in!
"How is this going?"

Roy was slightly startled.

But then he realized what was happening.

"Celine, access the magic monitoring network..."

No abnormalities reported.

Celine replied while checking the feedback from the surveillance network.

The reconnaissance capabilities enabled under normal circumstances are far from sufficient.

"This is impossible! I sense something's wrong!"

Compared to technology or magic circles, Roy was more inclined to rely on his intuition at this moment.

After all, many technological and magical creations are only level three, while he himself is a level four Grand Wizard.

Celine followed the same logic and immediately activated the war reconnaissance mode of the Nehebul Wizard Tower, a level four "mage tower unit".

The invisible magical energy radiated outwards like a magnetic field, and its power reached a high level suitable for wartime conditions.

This time, the result was indeed different.

An unidentified target has descended upon this world...

The exact location has not yet been found, but dimensional interfaces have been left behind…

The magic of nature was manipulated, leaving behind a trace in the void that resembled a silent phantom.

The metal block was then revealed.

This investigative method is similar to a kind of historical recollection.

The time tokens Roy knew of that possessed the second-level spell "Knowledge of Legends" were inscribed with this type of spell.

"This thing is recorded in the information provided by the Seven Towers Alliance. It is a detector from the advanced civilization Sacr, a super cube!"

Once the image was complete, Celine watched it for a while and immediately searched for the answer in her database.

"Oh? Sachs's detector?"

Roy was slightly taken aback.

"That's right, the advanced civilization of Sacral is one of the leaders of the Interstellar Alliance and a level 5 civilization that has reached the god level!"
They have already been able to simulate divine power and create divine status to some extent using technological achievements, making them a very powerful technological civilization!
This detector, named the "Super Cube" by the Seven Towers Alliance, is essentially just an ordinary reconnaissance machine. However, due to its advanced technology, it has reached a level four combat capability, posing a considerable threat even to us now!

"Is that so?"

Roy did not doubt Celine's judgment, because advanced civilizations truly could do whatever they wanted.

Let alone detectors, even a toy or farm tool can be used in many creative ways.

Just like a doll you casually create, it could pose a huge threat to level zero apprentices, knights, or even level one wizards, surpassing many powerful combat puppets in their eyes.

The various blackening agents, high-energy radiation materials, and fragments of divine power that are frequently used in laboratories are often deadly to those who come into contact with them, or dangerous substances that can cause various forms of demonic pollution and harm.

Extreme caution must be exercised when handling and using it.

"Why would such a detector come here?"

Roy sensed something was amiss and quickly ordered Celine to track and investigate the other party's movements.

At the same time, they also contacted the Seven Towers Alliance to inquire about the recent situation.

"There has been nothing particularly unusual in your area recently..."

The appearance of the super Rubik's Cube is very likely just for investigation.

The league responded quickly.

"Is it just for reconnaissance?"

Roy retrieved the information provided by the Alliance, glanced at it briefly, and immediately confirmed that this super cube was indeed not designed for combat.

It typically doesn't carry the level 5 weapons that god-like civilizations possess, nor does it have the power to destroy its own legion.

However, we still cannot let our guard down!
******
What Roy didn't know was that at that very moment, the Sionians' communication channels were receiving a signal directly from the Sacr civilization.

A chubby, humanoid alien figure appeared, its skin smooth and hairless, its entire body radiating a metallic silver-white light.

He was dressed in a nanotechnology-made suit, as if wrapped in a thin sheet of paper, and lay comfortably in the chair.

This is not the situation inside the Super Cube, but rather it is used as a communication relay station to project a scene from somewhere on the home planet 'Mior' of the Saqr civilization.

"Lord Luol!"

One after another, the figures of the Cions appeared.

Although both appear to be humanoid intelligent beings, their internal structures are actually completely different.

They were never on the same level, and their genes were vastly different.

And status and position...

Within the Star Alliance, the Sionians have always been mere followers and underlings.

Therefore, although the other party was merely an ordinary "operator" of the Sacr civilization...

They might not even have any official staff; they could just happen to be remotely operating the probe and acting as "communicators" for communication. The Sionian fleet commander and everyone else were like mice in front of a cat, not daring to breathe.

"What's going on with you guys? Why haven't you established your own base on the surface of Wolf Planet?"

A pure Sakr accent burst forth in the "Union Common Language" (which is actually the official language of the Sakr civilization), followed by angry curses like a superior reprimanding a lazy subordinate, along with all sorts of alien profanities.

The AI ​​automatically filtered out these details, extracting only the key information and translating it for the Sionians.

"I do not know!"

"We've already tried our best!"

"Lord Luor, please investigate this matter thoroughly..."

"By the way, the Faletor, we've established the Faletor's war base on it!"

The Cions quickly declined, while others thought of the "achievements" of their previous campaigns and began to use the Faletol as a pretext.

This indeed caught Luor's attention.

"Oh, is it so?"

"This is the result of our efforts over the past 12 years. Please verify it!"

The Cions quickly provided the data.

Similar to Roy's strategy of "nurturing bandits to enhance their own importance," the Cions also launched an offensive and defensive operation with remarkable coordination.

Although they were unaware that Roy had actually left his own contingency plan on the Falettor, they were still quite wary of him, having witnessed his formidable ability to "tear apart the flagship with his bare hands."

The various offensives organized over the years were all primarily to comply with the alliance's orders, with "settling accounts" being a secondary objective.

Therefore, without a deeper understanding, even Luor, the envoy from a higher civilization, only saw the state of the Cions as they painstakingly developed and painstakingly built this ground base despite various harassments and sabotage from their enemies.

Especially after witnessing Roy's attack on the flagship, and afterwards, his actions in tearing apart the Adversaire in order to build the Colossus...

He even began to feel some sympathy and understanding for these Cions.

"This great wizard named Roy is indeed not so easy to deal with!"

"That's right, that's right!"

The Cions echoed in agreement.

However, despite his understanding, Luor still ruthlessly relayed the order: "I will report the situation here to my superiors, but the battle lines on other planets are advancing, and this area will soon be included in the scope of the campaign."

You must achieve a breakthrough within 10 years, and establish at least three more ground bases in preparation for a large-scale offensive!

"what?"

The people of Sion were worried.

Everyone says battle reports can be deceiving, but the front lines don't lie.

While other fronts continued to advance, they retreated to outer space, and even dared to secretly mine in the asteroid belt at the edge of the galaxy to avoid being found by Roy.

This stagnant situation on the front lines is clearly a sign of an inability to sustain the effort.

The performance evaluation of the Interstellar Alliance is not affected by difficulties.

This area was previously assigned to the Sionians, but they couldn't pass the assignment, so they should be punished.

In addition, there is also the possibility of intervention from other extraterrestrial civilizations.

Even if the Interstellar Alliance wins in the future, the number of colony planets and mineral resources that can be allocated here, as well as the production capacity and technology transferred and discarded by advanced civilizations, will be much less!

The Cions were suddenly caught in a dilemma.

……

The Super Cube came and went in a flash.

Like a shooting star, it flashed across the sky above the Wolf World and quickly disappeared.

Roy never saw the other party's true form, because the other party did not get too close to the wizard tower, thus preventing the capture of real-time footage.

But after that, the Cions seemed to have finally mustered up the courage to launch several probing attacks using the Falettor.

At the same time, Roy also received a war alert from the Seven Towers Alliance.

"The surrounding area continues to collapse..."

The world of Wolf, which you are in charge of, is about to become the front line of war.

"what?"

Roy frowned deeply upon hearing this.

"I originally planned to use this place as a logistics base..."

Who was it that shielded me from harm?

Looking left and right, it turned out to be everyone.

Everyone worked together to protect themselves.

The world of Fury, the world of Leps, the world of Cooknos, the world of Rhine, the world of Tagore...

Each and every one of the responsible persons is jointly liable!

"Those guys!"

The golden dragon emboldened himself to rub his forehead, vaguely feeling the veins bulging there.

But that's war, that's alliances, that's camps.

Although Roy was somewhat helpless about this, he was not entirely at a loss because he had prepared a contingency plan.

He was actually prepared for an even worse battle situation and a more chaotic situation.

The fact that none of the front lines had completely collapsed, but had merely transferred some pressure to their side, already showed that the wizards on the front lines had done a good job.

"However, each person's pressure, when combined, becomes a complete set of pressure..."

So you're playing the "the law doesn't punish the masses" game with me?

From this, he could roughly guess what the super Rubik's Cube had been for.

That's a god-level civilization overseeing the battle, and incidentally, displaying its power as a deterrent!

"I need more battle reports and combat data!"

Fortunately, he didn't have an emperor-in-chief above him, nor a fifth-level wizard superior like the Sacr civilization above the Cions.

Roy decided to be more proactive.

The Seven Towers Alliance naturally gave its full support to this request.

However, just when Roy himself thought that the world of Wolf was inevitably ravaged by war, an unexpected message suddenly arrived, interrupting the process.

Behemoth is dead!

The news of His fall has been confirmed!

(End of this chapter)