Throne of Magical Arcana

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The tables, utensils and materials in the laboratory were still the same as when Lucien came in to collect the dust of wraiths last time. There was no smell of strangers, only the wind blowing in from the ventilation hole in the secret place carried a faint sulfur smell.

Lucien remained focused on casting spells, and waited calmly for half an hour, which was the time period when the night watchman left the vicinity and the cultists resumed monitoring.

There was no movement from above the laboratory. After confirming the safety, Lucien opened the many elementary alchemy formations engraved on the stone table one by one with mental power, and then took out a material box from the material box with the magic of "preserving organs". Guan Wraith dust, three black corpse mushrooms, the deep black water ghost brain tissue that is still wriggling, and some other auxiliary materials.

Although twenty-four hours of magic effects had passed, with the help of cryolite and other materials purchased by Lucien, the water ghost's brain tissue showed no sign of damage.

This was a measure Lucien took to prevent himself from being unable to perform the "Organ Preservation" magic once a day due to business delays.

Putting on the gloves and picking up the sterling silver dagger, Lucien picked a black corpse mushroom into the weighing alchemy array:

"6.72 grams."

While recording the weight of the black corpse mushroom in the soul library and calculating the amount of other materials used, Lucien put it in a glass dish engraved with magic runes, and then put it in a dry glass beaker. Take it and weigh it yourself.

Pour the wraith dust into the beaker, and Lucien observed the changes in the weighing alchemy array until the transparent and shimmering dust reached about 3 grams.

After weighing out ten grams of Moonlight Rose in the same way, Lucien picked up the gleaming silver sterling silver dagger with his white gloved hand, and gently cut the deep black water ghost's brain tissue.

It itself is like the brain tissue of a water ghost that hides countless bugs that are constantly writhing. It squirms violently, as if it feels great danger. The cold and greasy nausea is transmitted to Lucien's brain through the fingertips of the glove, which is very clear. .

Countless water ghosts and wraiths with claws and claws appeared in front of Lucien's eyes. Their rotting skin and muscles, bloody teeth, and stench made people feel horrible and disgusting.

But Lucien cut it coldly without shaking his hands, following the complex texture of the brain tissue, cutting out the delicate internal tissue.

The water ghost and the wraith disappeared suddenly, and the brain tissue of the water ghost returned to the original level, and it was still calm.

After using the weighing alchemy array and the sterling silver dagger to divide and determine the weight of the cut brain tissue, Lucien took a thick black vessel similar to a casserole, placed it on the flame alchemy array and began to adjust the size of the flame.

The flame went from dark red to deep red, orange red, golden yellow, etc. and stabilized to golden white.

Lucien first threw the black corpse mushroom into the container, added a small amount of water, and stirred with a glass rod.

Unlike other plants, the black corpse mushroom will burn and burst under high temperature, but melts little by little, and the smell of rot and stench gradually permeates, but it is bound in the container by the alchemy circle.

When the black, viscous liquid rolled out of bubbles, Lucien's hand added the wraith dust and moonlight rose powder into it with unusual stability.

As soon as the three materials touched the ground, a large amount of black and silver smoke came out.

The smoke kept expanding and shrinking, as if countless souls were fighting inside, and misty shrill screams entered Lucien's ears, making Lucien feel slightly nauseous and vomiting.

Unmoved, Lucien resisted all kinds of discomfort, and manipulated the flame to change with mental power, and the golden-white flame turned into pure white.

The black and silver smoke began to slowly merge and condense, showing a pale color like dead but not yet decayed human skin, which made people full of chills and trembling.

As time passed, the smoke condensed into strange pale water droplets. Lucien saw the opportunity and threw the water ghost's brain tissue into it with a sterling silver dagger.

The pale water droplets in the container seemed to have encountered a magnet, and they all merged into the dark black water ghost's brain tissue. In just a second, the water ghost's brain tissue disappeared strangely.

The temperature of the entire magic laboratory dropped suddenly and became gloomy. The pure white flame was ignited with a trace of dark green, which made people feel unspeakable palpitations.

Lucien took three steps back in the empty laboratory, his internal organs tumbling, extremely nauseated, and almost passed out.

"It was attacked by an infrasound wave of a certain intensity. Is there such a change in refining 'Crying Soul'?" Lucien retreated unsteadily, holding back his dizziness, and judging the situation.

Then a difficult incantation came out of Lucien's mouth, a transparent ring wall surrounded Lucien, and ripples vibrated on the wall!

"Sound Barrier"!

After blocking the subsequent attacks, Lucien recovered for a few seconds and continued to cast the "Light Art".

A bright ball of light appeared in the empty laboratory. Under the strong light, one could see the densely packed pale human faces in the container!

These people's faces were very transparent and blurry, and they could barely see the five sense organs, but they exuded a strong venomous and sinister aura, and they were struggling to break free from the alchemy formation, trying to get into Lucien's body.

It's not like a pure wraith, but a mixture of spirit and curse. If they get into the body, I'm afraid they will end up miserable.

Strong light magics similar to light spells appeared along with Lucien's mysterious incantations. Under their superimposed strong illumination, these vicious fuzzy faces gradually disappeared.

When the laboratory returned to normal, Lucien saw that there was only a little black liquid left in the container, and it gave off a strong smell of burnt.

"There should be no mistakes in the 'crying soul' formula translated in the witch's magic notes. It may be that some restrictions are not important to her, and it is impossible to encounter them, so she didn't translate them. This almost killed me." Lucien took off Gloves, wiped the cold sweat, "In the future, I have to find a chance to learn the characters of the ancient magic empire."

"I followed the recipe and process recorded by the witch. The only difference is that the brain tissue of the water ghost I used was mutated. It is likely that something went wrong here." Lucien thought about and re-analyzed the formula and process, A judgment was made.

The "Weeping Soul" potion is an outstanding achievement of necromantic magic in the ancient Sylvanus Empire. According to the records of the witch, this formula was only mastered by a very small number of magicians. Her ancestors got it after an accidental exchange, so it It is a very precise formula, and a slight change in the material may cause failure.

Fortunately, Lucien's mutated water ghost brain tissue only has a little more soul power, and there is no essential difference from the normal water ghost brain tissue, so Lucien quickly thought of a way and decided to refine it again.

This time, Lucien used the black corpse mushroom with the darkest color and the best quality, and the subsequent process was exactly the same as the first time, and it went smoothly to the last step.

After Lucien glanced at the pre-arranged "sound-absorbing barrier" and the traps that bound the spirit body, he calmly and calmly threw the cut water ghost's brain tissue into the vessel, allowing it to absorb the pale and strange water drops.

ah! ah! ah!

A series of sharp and ear-piercing crying sounds came from the vessel, full of shrill and tragic feelings, but they were offset by the sound-absorbing barrier.

The deep black water ghost's brain tissue quickly faded and became light black and viscous.

Half of this change was recorded by the witch, and half was predicted by Lucien, so he didn't panic, and put a small amount of auxiliary materials into the flame almost ruthlessly according to the steps.

The pure white flame erupted immediately, wrapped the entire container, and then extinguished violently.

The flame disappeared, and about 30 milliliters of liquid appeared in the container, which was light black and kept bubbling. Inside each bubble was a vague, pale and vicious human face. They kept screaming and crying, People can't help but feel soft-hearted.

"No wonder it's called 'Crying Soul'."

Lucien cast the "Hand of a Mage" and put this terrifying and weird light black potion into a glass test tube.

After careful observation and confirming that the light black bubble potion was consistent with the "weeping soul" described by the witch, Lucien gritted his teeth, raised his head, and poured the potion directly into his mouth.

"There is no time and no materials to test the properties of the potion! Witches should not harm themselves!"

The potions were not as bad as Lucien imagined, but the greasy feeling was a bit weird, and Lucien swallowed them smoothly.

"Uh, chicken?"

But soon, Lucien felt a stabbing pain in his body that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, as if it was about to tear his body apart piece by piece.

Countless cries echoed in his ears, and Lucien couldn't tell whether they were real or hallucinations.

This kind of extreme pain cannot be resisted by the focus of spellcasting. Lucien could only squat down uncontrollably, then lay down, biting the cloth ball prepared in advance, rolling and rubbing on the ground, trying to relieve the pain.

However, Lucien maintained the last trace of unshakable sobriety in his mind:

"After these months of exercise, my body is better than normal people, but the potential of two overdrafts has become the same as normal people. Although the possibility of stimulating blood power is high, it is not absolute!"

In the pain, Lucien only felt that all his blood was boiling, rushing in his body, flowing to every corner, and every blood vessel was swollen to the limit, as if it would burst at any time.

Lucien's exposed skin, including his face, neck, and back of his hands, showed blue blood vessels one after another, which looked hideous and terrifying.

A trace of blood mist evaporated from the blood vessels, completely wrapped Lucien like a bloody ball, and then penetrated in reverse.

In the severe pain of being half awake and half hallucinating, Lucien gradually felt that his blood was separating. The most powerful thing was a deep and cold death force, which was suppressing other blood and began to transform his body. However, Lucien The "Fate main star projection" in En's soul suddenly lit up, connected with the main star, and an illusory meditation starry sky appeared strangely around, so a kind of blood that had been suppressed received powerful assistance, and it also grew rapidly and drove away the power of death.

The two forces are fighting fiercely with all the blood vessels inside Lucien's body as the battlefield. Lucien, who still maintains a trace of sobriety, of course hopes that the power of the stars will win, at least it is not so 'evil', and in his follow-up actions, the dark The power of nature may bring certain dangers and hindrances.

It's a pity that the power of death, which seems to be the combined force of countless souls, is far superior to Lucien's own star power. Just when Lucien thought he would burst a blood vessel and die from internal bleeding, death had the upper hand and was about to suppress the star power .

The crazily flowing blood seemed to be soothing.

After all, this is the bloodline stimulated by the potion, not Lucien's own ability.