Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 235 Cursed Child Transforms the Ghoul Army
"Found it! Hmm? There are quite a few monsters following behind Senior." While flying, Locke drank another bottle of Spirit Spring Soul Surge Potion to restore the massive amount of mana required to maintain his flight ability.

The moment he drank the Spirit Spring Soul-Surge Potion, streams of magical power rose from the depths of his soul, like water automatically filling a pool, restoring his magical power to its peak state.

Meanwhile, Locke found Albert through two unseen tomb spirits.

At that time, Albert was being harassed by a group of ghouls, with a first-class wizard apprentice from Lilith's Hut following behind him, who was infected by a special tiny cursed creature.

Clearly, Albert risked his life to rescue a close friend, which resulted in a large number of ghouls escaping from the high-level isolation chamber and attacking them.

At that time, Albert was fighting against a large number of ghouls.

After escaping the high-level isolation chamber, the ghouls actually separated a portion of their forces to specifically sabotage other high-level isolation chambers, releasing the ghoul legions inside.

These ghouls were clearly modified by the high-ranking curse master Rashid Taril; each one was far from simple.

However, they were all failed experiments, each with its own problems, and therefore were still a long way from being successful.

Locke was initially worried that Albert might have been infected by the specially made tiny cursed creature after coming into contact with the first-class wizard apprentice from Lilith's Hut whom he had rescued.

However, it was clear that Albert was not only an assistant potion maker like himself, but also had a deeper understanding of potion-making than himself, and was very close to becoming a first-level potion maker.

Therefore, Locke observed through the spirit of the tomb that he himself showed no signs of infection with any microorganisms.

Albert tossed a vial of artemisia potion toward the ghoul horde behind him and used the potion's atomization technique to create a green cloud of mist that rose among the ghouls.

Artemisia syrup can dispel ominous and negative energy particles. Therefore, when a large number of ghouls inhale it, the ingredients of the syrup counteract the curse energy within them.

Sparks flew from their bodies as they collapsed to the ground.

But this only bought them a little time, because the ghouls soon got back up from the ground.

Artemisia potions can dispel the dead, but the problem is that these ghouls contain a large number of tiny cursed creatures that can continuously provide them with new cursed energy.

Therefore, the more traditional methods used by potion-making assistants to deal with ghouls are no longer effective here.

Albert's eyes darkened. "What the hell? The curse magic inside these ghouls seems to have some special medium."

"Moreover, these ghouls are not ordinary ghouls. They can only be killed by magic."

A small, slender bamboo sword appeared in Albert's left hand. The base of the bamboo sword was black, like a chain, and it was wrapped around his left hand.

He used the accompanying plant-based spell, 0.9 level [Blade Bamboo Sword Dance], to cleave a ghoul with a white skeleton that approached him in two with a single strike.

“Really tough.” Albert, with his right arm around another first-class wizard apprentice, gritted his teeth and said, “How did these ghouls manage to have their bones grow abnormally, even their ribs in the chest growing and fusing together into a single bone plate?”

He used the [Blade Bamboo Sword Dance] technique again, slicing a nearby bone-armored ghoul in two.

Sisyphus, the first-class wizard apprentice being supported by Albert, coughed violently, spitting out some blood clots. His eyes were filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, Albert."

"If I had known, I shouldn't have let you save me. It would have been bad if it had ruined Lady Sophia's plans."

"Those dark wizards invaded the bodies of those creatures with tiny cursed creatures. Those damned cursed creatures caused those corpses to develop diseases that mortals would suffer from, such as abnormal bone growth and expansion of body organs, etc., using these morbid characteristics to enhance these ghouls."

"They want to use this method to strengthen the cursed ghoul army, or even the vampires, but this should only be one sub-direction of their research."

“But I don’t know what they really want to do. I originally wanted to send this message back to the academy, but those dark wizards found out and they used it on me for human experiments, turning me into this state… cough cough cough…” A ghoul, whose entire body was covered in mutated cells parasitized by the Cursed Erosion, hijacking the normal functioning of the organism and maintaining a body temperature of 60 degrees Celsius at all times, had no skin and was covered in blood steam, and nimbly pounced towards Albert.

Because its bodily functions were developed to the extreme by the mutated cells parasitized by the Cursed Corruptor, it moved extremely fast, causing Albert to miss twice.

Sisyphus warned Albert, "Get rid of me, you burden! I am of no use anymore!"

"Go quickly."

Albert raised an eyebrow, and the black chain-like bamboo sword in his left hand, wrapped around the base of his left arm, suddenly moved. He chanted a spell, and the roots of these black chain-like bamboo swords suddenly wrapped around the ten ghouls around him.

0.8 ring [Bamboo root chain]!
At the same time, Albert swung his Black Chain Sword, cleaving all ten ghouls in two.

Albert said, “Of course, I am a wizard. If I feel that I cannot save you and would only bring disaster upon myself, I will definitely abandon you.”

"But we are far from that point yet."

Albert released him and took out two vials of [Troll Excitator Potion] from his Astral Ring with his right hand.

He drank one bottle himself, and then tossed the other bottle into the air behind him.

"Sisyphus, another friend of mine has arrived."

After drinking the troll stimulant potion, Albert's body was enveloped in red magic. His magic suddenly became dangerous. Although the quality and quantity did not change, the nature of the magic became extremely offensive. This caused the black chain sword bamboo in Albert's left hand to be stained with a trace of red.

Albert can now kill three or four specialized ghouls with a single sword strike.

He repeatedly swung the rare magical plant Black Lock Bamboo in his hand, and in an instant, the ground beneath his feet was littered with the corpses of ghoul experimental subjects.

At the same time, six bottles of black and white potions were thrown from a certain direction in the air into the middle of the ghoul horde, and the three black and white flame potions exploded simultaneously.

Three black and white mushroom clouds of fire erupted from the ghoul horde.

Sisyphus sensed a magical pressure of extremely high quality rapidly approaching. "What is this magical pressure?"

"I have absolutely no recollection of this. This doesn't seem like the magical pressure of the first-class wizard apprentices from our academy's top societies."

Albert said, "Oh, that's my new friend."

Albert called out to the sky, "Locke, you're here. Sorry for making such a commotion."

Locke caught the troll stimulant potion that Albert threw to him in mid-air and drank it down, boosting his magical attack power.

Locke descended from the sky, grabbed the two men, and took advantage of the lure of the ghouls being bombarded by the potion to pull them into the air, escaping the ghouls and flying back the way they came.

“It’s alright. I’ve already put my black wizard undercover agent in charge and reported to the core control room of their research institute that their experimental subjects have gone out of control on a large scale. So you’ve just helped me cover up the last part of this lie. This way, when they investigate which areas have experienced experimental subject leaks, they can find out and truly believe it’s just a simple experimental mishap.”

“Those ghouls are not our enemies. Let those dark wizards deal with them themselves; they created these monsters themselves.”

"The muddier the water, the better!"

(End of this chapter)