Almighty Alchemist

Night is always a paradise for conspirators.

When the blood moon in the sky rose again, the dark and veiled sky had already brought a strong murderous aura to the sound.

The Spark Prison was as silent as usual, the soldiers were loyally guarding their posts, and the lights in the warden's office were still on.

In the deepest part of the punishment area, No. 13 black cell, Crispin Boland opened his deep eyes.

He listened on the floor for a while, and after confirming that all the guards in the corridor outside the prison had left, Bolan turned his right hand slightly, and three strange little beetles appeared in his palm.

"Come on, baby, start working, let me see if you are as useful as your master said." Bolan murmured.

Gold-eating insects, one of the extremely rare magic insects in Fengming Continent.

They naturally like to devour metals, and after absorbing the components they need in these metals, they quickly excrete them from the body, and the feces formed are the famous rare metal black star iron in the mainland. The puppet made of this metal is far superior to ordinary puppet in terms of material. Even for building weapons, they are absolutely excellent weapons.

In the crazy age of alchemy, gold-eating insects were frantically searched for, and people used them as the basis for raw material production. However, with the degradation of the environment, the gold-eating worms, which are not strong in reproduction, encountered the crisis of genocide. Three hundred years ago in the Gold-eating Sea War, the last habitat of the gold-eating worms was completely destroyed, and at least 30 curse-level spells completely wiped the Ironwood Forest with a radius of 300 miles from the map. Since then, the Gold Eater has disappeared from this world.

Although people believe that there will always be a small number of gold-eating insects surviving, but until now, few people have found this kind of evil insects. Until today, they have appeared in Bolan's hands. There is no doubt that this was brought out by Xiu Yi from Purgatory Island.

After chanting the incantation, the three gold-eating worms, which had been sleeping, raised their wings, and began to chew on the special synthetic metal shackles, making an unpleasant sound of metal rubbing.

The shackles were quickly broken into several pieces under the swallowing of the gold-eating insects, the mutilated body sat up, and the icy eyes shone with scorching light.

Carefully putting away those gold-eating bugs, Bolan fixed his eyes on the door of the black prison.

The prison door in the punishment area is not locked, but locked with a magic circle, which can only be opened from the outside. Anyone who tries to break through the gate by force will be attacked by magic from above.

Some crystal powder that shone with faint blue light was sprinkled on the iron gate by Bolan.

The blue light on the powder kept flickering, getting brighter and brighter.

Energy powder, a special powder specially designed to absorb spar energy. That is, an energy supply device used on the gate of Electra's laboratory. It is this small thing that can automatically absorb energy that allows Electra's magic circle to survive a hundred years and still exist.

If Electra is a genius of invention, then Huiglaer is a genius of use. He is sensitively aware that energy powder can actually play a greater role, rather than simply being the energy supply center of a constant magic circle.

Most of the alchemy mechanisms in this world, no matter how exquisite their design, have one basic thing in common, that is, they all need to use energy crystals as their source of power. Without the power of the energy spar, all mechanisms will automatically fail.

Compared with magic potions, it is safer, more practical, and less expensive.

The energy on the iron gate was quickly absorbed by the blue powder.

Without the imprisonment circle, the door of the cell can no longer prevent anyone from entering or leaving.

The sight of the door to freedom about to open will thrill even the toughest of men.

Although Xiu Yiglaer had repeatedly assured him that these things would definitely be able to play their due role, it was only at this moment that Bolan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Every one of the weird alchemy products owned by the mysterious young alchemist exceeded his expectations.

However, this is just the beginning.

Some strange little things appeared in Bolan's hands again.

Butterfly, a flying alchemy product recorded in Electra's notebook, alongside the scout bee. Unlike the scout bees, the butterfly does not have the ability to detect. It is a multifunctional miniature puppet. Its wings have a powder that can release anesthetic gas. During the flight, the powder is sprinkled, which can make people fall into a coma. They can also use their multifunctional feet to do other things.

In the dark corridor, a few butterflies flew out along the gap of the prison door. They fluttered lightly and came to other dark prisons, flapped their wings, and sprinkled energy powder.

The blue powder played its role again, and the energy spars inlaid on each magic circle gradually became dim under the adsorption of the powder.

A few gold-eating insects on the ground crawled out of the cell and went towards other cell doors.

Looking at all this going smoothly, a strong smile appeared in Bolan's eyes.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Bolan waited silently until those gold-eaters returned to him.

He raised his remaining right arm and slammed it on the cell wall.

There was a dull banging sound in the iron prison.

"boom!"

"Bang bang!!"

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Bolan knocked on the wall again and again, as if he had received some encouragement, and the other prisoners in the black cell also responded similarly.

In the entire punishment area, the sound of black prison prisoners hitting their cells sounded one after another, gathering louder and louder, like the dull drumming in the distant sky, echoing in this prison.

"Oh!" Some prisoners even uttered fervent howls like wolves, which shocked all the guards' expressions.

In no time, this language unique to the prisoners spread throughout the entire Spark Prison and echoed in the sky above this area.

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The carriage stopped at the entrance to Spark Prison.

A pair of slender hands stretched out from the car window, holding a passport.

After seeing the documents, the guards confirmed that they were correct and allowed to pass.

The carriage entered the prison freely.

When he came to the small white building, Xiu Yi got out of the carriage, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and walked towards the warden's office.

Count Strias is now working in his office.

As the largest and strongest prison in the empire, the most dangerous and difficult prisoners are also held here.

There are several riots in Spark Prison every year. There are always some criminals trying to break out of this big cage, longing for a free world outside.

Faced with this situation, the empire has always been merciless suppression.

Every spring, due to the existence of the material trade fair, is the most prosperous month in Royo City, and the bandits are more rampant at this time. Some organized large-scale bandit groups will even collectively storm Spark Prison.

They don't look like a prison robbery, but more like a suicidal attack.

However, in the past two years, this phenomenon has become much lighter. The bandits in the Birias Mountains are tending to more surreptitious methods of looting. They no longer appear as large bandit groups easily, but are more scattered collections, but they are organized in the form of alliances when necessary.

This kind of method that can be divided into parts at any time, and then assembled into whole parts, makes the work of suppressing bandits in mountainous areas more and more difficult.

The higher authorities asked him to make a report on the situation of the bandits in the mountains, which made the earl very angry.

It seemed to him that his job was to watch out for the robbers in the cages, not to get to know the robbers outside the fucking cages. It is simply outrageous for a prison warden to do the assessment work and situation report of the bandits in the mountains.

Earl Sterias can fully imagine that this must be another masterpiece created by the conspiracy of the upper class.

This kind of situation report involves many levels. Whether the empire will use troops in the future, how to use troops, and resource allocation are likely to come from this aspect. There must be many people rushing to get the job in their hands, and then make the most favorable situation analysis.

But in the end, they turned it all over to a warden.

There were more than one outrageous incidents. The arrival of the seventh-level archmage Abraham Mallet caused even more headaches for the Earl.

The earl has always believed that the existence of superpowers is the greatest damage to the social system.

Apart from possessing sufficient destructive capabilities, their existence contributes little to society.

They don’t formulate policies based on local people’s livelihood, they don’t understand people’s sentiments, they don’t solve conflicts between right and wrong, their administrative capacity is almost zero, and they don’t make any contribution to the development of society or the country. On the contrary, because of their extraordinary force and special status, they become the destroyers of the system, the destroyers of order, and to some extent, even the gravediggers of a country.

There is no shortage of incidents in history that due to the stupid crimes committed by a strong man, countries have turned against each other, started wars, and eventually shed thousands of blood and the country perished.

Apart from fighting, killing, and fighting, these powerhouses can be said to be useless, but because of their powerful abilities, they cannot but be taken seriously. They are destroying the necessary foundation for the survival and development of a country, but they are also regarded as big trees by those in power. This is the problem of the magical world.

The warriors are even better, because of the knight creed, most of the warriors are proud of belonging to and obeying the empire. But those proud magicians are all troublesome. They obey the orders of the Magic Association more than the country, and what they get is the salary of the empire. These old men call magic noble every day, but in fact they are extremely shameless.

The seventh-level archmage Abraham Mallet is such a typical existence.

As one of the four great mages of the empire, he holds a huge amount of offerings to the empire every year, but hardly contributes to the empire. On the contrary, he is quite leisurely and elegant, and he goes to Spark prison every year, and then uses his prominent status to arbitrarily interrogate and torture the prisoners.

Spark Prison has its own rules and regulations, and here, Strias is the only one who speaks. But the arrival of the Archmage would always change all of this. Mallet ignored Stryas' authority at all, and always shouted at him arrogantly.

And this year, this hated and annoying archmage is coming to interrogate the prisoners again.

Accompanying this nasty news was an equally nasty news—it was said that a gang of bandits had appeared on the outskirts of Royo. The City Lord's Mansion requested the dark scale beast troops to dispatch. If the news is confirmed to be correct, it will be destroyed on the spot.

"Spak Prison is like a storage place for the strong. They can lift it up and put it away whenever they want. I myself am an innocent victim of battle, and I have become a coolie in the struggle for political power. Even my people have become troops that they can call at will!"

Earl Strias gritted his teeth and complained angrily, but he had no choice but to accept the assignment.

The Dark Scaled Beast Troop itself is not just a defense force for Spark Prison, it exists more as a pursuit force.

"Report, Lord Warden."

"What's the matter?" Stryas asked angrily.

"Master Siserda Daniel please see me."

Count Strias was stunned: "It's so late, what is he looking for me for?"

Obviously, the answer to this question can only be obtained from the other party himself. "Let him in," said the count.

The door of the room was opened suddenly, and a young man strode in.

It was Huey.

"Nice to meet you, Earl Strias, I hope you don't mind if I disturb you late at night." Xiu Yi said politely.

What surprised Earl Strias was that today's Sissadaniel seemed to be different in appearance from before, but he couldn't tell what was different for a while.

However, out of politeness, he still laughed and left his position, and opened his arms to meet Xiu Yi:

"Oh, good to see you, my friend. I've missed you so much since that day, but never had the chance to see you again. Well, Sisser, tell me what's the matter with you coming to see me now? I can see you need my help."

"Indeed, Lord Strias."

"Tell me, what's the matter, I'm very happy to work for you."

"Prison robbery, my lord." Xiu Yi replied.

The long sword quickly pierced the earl's neck.

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