Almighty Alchemist

Reach for the stars.

A very peculiar ability.

Strictly speaking, it is not a spell, but it needs the power of magic to promote its use.

Because it is purely the ability category of alchemy.

Although for thousands of years, the research of alchemy has been working hard for ordinary people to use the power of magic, but the same, the ever-growing alchemy cannot always follow the old path of magic.

It seems that there are many magics that can never be displayed by alchemy. Similarly, alchemy also has some unique abilities that belong to itself, which cannot be manifested by magic.

Reaching for the stars is one of them.

It is one of the most powerful enchantments known.

It is the highest embodiment of magic circles such as "sharpness" and "breaking magic strike".

The meaning of its existence is to ignore all magic barriers.

Except for the absolute defense of holy armor, all limited body protection spells are impossible to block the attack of picking stars.

This is the origin of its name. When this blow is used, even the stars in the sky will be shot down and picked.

This is also one of the three most valuable enchanting abilities that Xiu Yi gave Bolan at a huge price.

The three special abilities of atomization, teleportation, and star picking, magic shield, elemental impact, dark frost, state dispersion, and sacred body protection are five magical abilities. These eight abilities are created. It is a super terrifying warrior with speed, defense, and powerful offense. Coupled with Bolan's own sky warrior combat power, he already has the strength beyond the star warrior.

Below the sanctuary, there is no opponent.

This is the highest evaluation that Xiu Yiglaer gave to the black warrior.

True to its name.

Brilliant starlight, a desperate color rose in the flames, the fear in Marit's eyes was magnified, and the trembling soul screamed out the most terrifying scream in life: "No!"

When the starlight hit the body of light, it was like the scorching sun covering the ice and snow. The originally solid body protection spells met the most terrifying nemesis, and instantly disintegrated.

The archmage who has lost the strongest protection is like a naked baby, without any energy to resist.

The cloud of fire hovering above his head was already too weak to be used at all.

Even if it is used, it is meaningless.

The sacred armor technique on Bolan's body has disappeared. Although this armor technique is powerful, its time limit is too large. Just like picking up stars, it can only be used once a day.

The dark frost once again emitted a trace of cold air from Bolan's body, barely protecting his body, resisting the remaining power of the fire of purifying the world.

Relying on its own strong fire resistance,

Malette, however, was miserable.

Losing the body of light and emerging from the center of the flames, the ruthless flames did not know the master who released them, and frantically rushed towards Marit.

The golden robe had already been reduced to ashes in the wrath of Vulcan, and Marit, who was seriously injured, could no longer resist the raging flames. His whole body was on fire, and he wailed loudly in pain.

Bolan didn't attack again, even though he could easily kill the enemy he had hated for many years with just a little more down.

The bright starlight dimmed, and the big naked man let go of Marit's hand.

The archmage who was covered in fire still had a certain degree of flame resistance, so that he would not be burned to death by the flames all at once, but it only increased his pain in vain.

He roared loudly, and the flame cloud above his head kept changing shape with his pain, elongated for a while, and flattened for a while, which was the instinctive response of the magic source to sense the master's pain.

Unfortunately, Marit has lost the ability to command and use magic sources.

He was struggling in pain, and the vicious and terrifying flames not only burned his whole body, but also burned into his body.

Every part of his body was on fire, and a large amount of flames spewed out in his breath, as if the Flame God possessed him again, but this time, his whole body was really in a state of burning.

At last, after a final wailing cry, Marlette raised his hands to the sky and remained as motionless as a statue.

The wind blows.

Turned into a piece of ashes scattered.

Those who play with fire will die by fire.

Looking at all this, Bolan's cold eyes shed a few tears.

That is the only remaining humanity in the body at work.

There is no pride and joy when you win, only the loss and melancholy when you get revenge.

With the death of the flame releaser, the Fire Eye of Jingshi disappeared, and the scene of the lava hell no longer appeared. Although Royo City was still burning, it was due to the inertia of the flame, and it no longer possessed the terrifying power that penetrated into the bone marrow.

The burning sky finally returned to normal, with gunpowder smoke everywhere, and a few miles around, it was empty, leaving only Bolan standing alone between the sky and the earth.

Barefooted, Bolan walked to his armor.

The originally hideous black armor has been turned into a large group of deformed iron lumps, condensed into a ball.

The grudge energy on the fingertips shone, and Bolan pressed two fingers into his chest. Dark green blood flowed out, and there was already a strange little thing in Bolan's palm.

The finger left the chest, and the injury immediately healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Bolan threw the little thing on the lump of iron.

Light flashes.

There were strange changes in the melted iron shell, sending out ripples like water ripples.

Like a magnet, all the melted and lost molten iron was attracted back, and then the process of shaping and recasting began.

A moment later, a new complete armor reappeared in front of Bolan.

As for the heavy sword, since it was not made of memory metal, it completely disappeared.

Although the armor has been restored, the hideous patterns on it have also disappeared, and it looks much softer.

"Out...come...back...go. It still needs...to be...repaired." Bolan made a difficult voice.

He found himself speaking much more smoothly than before.

The black soil was loose on the ground.

The head of the undead demon rat appeared at the feet of the black warrior, making a hissing sound.

Looking at the demon mouse, Bolan shook his head a few times. He picked up the mask of the black warrior and put it on himself slowly.

The wild tiger Bolan disappeared again, and from today onwards, there will be only the black warrior who will never take off his armor and mask in this world.

"Set off!"

Sitting on the back of the undead demon mouse, the red fierce light in the mask flashed past, and the undead demon mouse leaped into the air and fell into the deep underground.

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With his hands behind his back, Chakle looked at the gradually dimming sky in the distance.

Has it finally disappeared?

I don't know whether it was Marit who killed the black warrior and took the initiative to cancel the spell, or whether the black warrior killed Marit, making the magic power no longer dependable.

Even though at the moment before he left, the archmage was still at the peak of anger and was releasing amazing super spells, but for some reason, Chakle always had a bad feeling.

But it's not because of distrust of Malatt's strength, but because of doubts about Xiu Yi's way of doing things.

He knew one thing very well, the four years of experience on Purgatory Island had already given this young man a comprehensive layout and planning ability.

As long as it is something he is prepared for, he must have the certainty of success.

Maritt's amazing spells are well known in the world. There are only so many types of fire magic, and magic spells are not absolute secrets. There are records about these top-level spells in the spells that Cross gave to Xiuyi.

It is talent, not records, that prevents people from becoming magicians.

This is the exact opposite of alchemy.

Since Huey knew Malatt's ability, it was impossible for him to be unprepared and allow the black warrior he created to challenge Malatt alone.

Although he didn't know what price Xiu Yi had paid, Chakle was still very aware that even Xiu Yi would have to pay a high price to create such a warrior.

But what interests him the most now is not the battle on Malette's side, but Huey's waiting for Kevin Biers.

Without the strongest black warrior by his side, it would be too fanciful to block a large group of warriors with only the flaming bird and a few golems.

Xiu Yi, what magic weapon do you have that you haven't shown yet?

Chuckley thought leisurely.

His mood was so contradictory, he didn't want Xiu Yi to fall into the hands of Kevin and others, but he didn't want him to continue to escape the law like this. The worst thing was that he was always faced with the difficult choice Xiu Yiglaer gave him.

It seems that I seem to have nothing to delay.

So how to do it?

Strolling on the streets of Royo City, Chakle was worried. He didn't run at high speed like other warriors, but his steady footsteps seemed to shrink to an inch. Every step he took, he could cover a long distance.

Near the garbage dump leading to the central garden in the distance, a large cloud of black smoke tended to make the nearby civilians flee in panic, and Chakle frowned slightly.

There are people fighting there.

The water-like light is lit up with colorful colors.

It was Gary Bewes, Chuckley realized it immediately.

The steps are quickened.

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"God of Darkness, you came from nothingness, with deep sorrow, and brought despair to my enemies, I swear by my blood! - Hell howls!"

"The gift of the Lord of Death, gave me the power to destroy all living beings... Death Scythe!"

"Undead sleeping in the depths of the earth, I will use the blood of my heart to cancel your seal, listen to my order and destroy my enemy-the six ways of killing the undead!"

The battle has been going on for a long time, and both sides of the battle are gradually losing patience.

It was Eagle who made the gesture of going all out first.

As a wanted person of the empire, a quick battle is the best solution. Prolonging the time will only give the other party a chance to wait for reinforcements, especially the image of the resentment of the undead is too obvious, and maybe even the church people will come.

The old necromancer is usually low-key and can be ignored by people, but at this moment when he really shows his power, it is enough to make people tremble.

Powerful undead spells were displayed in his hands one by one at this moment, three fifth-level undead spells, this is the limit that a fifth-level spell can release, mournful undead are wailing, screaming like sharp swords, the space is full of resentment of undead, and there is a wind of mournful moaning everywhere.

The God of Death's sickle cut through the void, and cut towards the top of Beavis' head, harvesting life, which is the God of Death's favorite.

However, the fifth-level water mage also has its own uniqueness. The blue brilliance exploded in the hands of Beavis: "Spirit of water! Listen to my call, use your majesty, and show your proud strength-the roar of the water god!"

The roaring waves greeted the scythe of the god of death, filling the gap created by the scythe of the god of death with monstrous momentum, and the brilliance of the water lingered around Beavis' whole body, releasing energy to his heart's content.

The all-conquering sharp slash was blocked by the roaring water god's power, but it failed to slash, and even the waves surged and counterattacked the old necromancer.

The huge energy impact formed by the screams of hell, the six ways of killing the undead can create a desperate and terrifying space, and the three spells are combined, and the roar of the water god alone is not enough to resist.

But Gary Biwis had no fear at all, on the contrary, a smug gleam flashed in his eyes.

When everyone knew that Gary Bewis was a student of Leo Bogle and was proficient in water spells, few people knew one thing.

That is, among the water spells, there is a very special spell.

"The power from the water spirit can reflect all evil attacks and purify the world... the mirror of water." Beavis chanted the spell he had prepared for a long time.

Mirror of Water, a very, very peculiar spell.

Its level is not high, only four levels.

Its ability is quite powerful-it can reflect all magical attacks, and the damage imposed on the caster will be far away from the immutable reflection on the caster.

In theory, there is no stronger and more practical spell than this.

The reason why it is only level four is entirely because this spell has a fatal weakness - it only has a 20% success rate, and during its use, it cannot have other defensive spells.

Once the spell is released and fails to complete the reflection, then the unlucky one is the magician himself.

Few mages could survive being hit by the enemy's magic under strong mines without body protection spells.

But Beavis did just that.

"Although I only know water spells, my understanding of water spells far surpasses any spells of the same level. And my real strength lies in the mirror of water, which is my biggest secret." Beavis smiled strangely.

That brilliant existence like a crystal wall suddenly stretched across Beavis' body, enveloping him firmly.

No, not one!

It's seven!

Seven consecutive mirrors of water appeared in a row around Beavis' body, which made one's heart chill, and even the old necromancer couldn't help sighing: "How is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible!" Beavis laughed wildly: "When others are painstakingly researching how to integrate different schools of spells into one to create more powerful spells, I chose another path, which is how to release the same spell continuously! Yes, the mirror of water has only a 20% chance of reflection, but I managed to release seven mirrors of water in succession with one spell. Of course, it will consume twice my magic power, but seven mirrors of water have a 20% chance of success, unless God wants me to Die, otherwise... the one who dies can only be you!"

Every successful person has his own unique trick, using one spell, twice the consumption, to set up seven mirrors of water, this is Beavis' secret unique trick, apart from himself, even his teacher can't do it.

When people regard a mage as someone's student, what is often overlooked is that a student may not be inferior to a teacher in every way. Quite the contrary, gifted students can even do better than their teachers.

At this moment, the God of Death's scythe was blocked by the roar of the water god, and the wailing of hell and the magic attack of the six-path kill of the undead hit the seven-way water mirror under Biwis heavily.

The howling undead attack penetrated the water mirror without hindrance.

One, one, and another.

Four consecutive water mirrors were penetrated without any effect, but the fifth water mirror suddenly burst into a strong brilliance at this moment.

The howling energy collided with this burst of brilliant brilliance, suddenly reversed the direction of the impact, and rushed towards the old necromancer.

Under the light, Beavis could even clearly see the unbelievable expression of the old necromancer Igor, as well as the fear in his eyes.

Undead spells may be very powerful, but they have almost no effective defense. Unlike water spells, they are varied, have various effects, and are the most flexible.

Once the old necromancer is hit, he will die under his own necromantic spell. Even if he still has the undead shield on his body, it is impossible to resist the strongest attack he made himself.

"Peng!"

The faster Howl of Hell hit Igor first, smashing the undead shield wrapped around the wizard into energy sparks all over the sky.

After being hit by this blow, the old necromancer spit out a big mouthful of blood, was hit into the air, and the black hood fluttered away, revealing Igor's horror like a skeleton.

What followed was the slightly slower, but more powerful and terrifying Undead Six Ways Kill.

Fear appeared in Eagle's eyes, and no one knew better than him the power and terror of this spell.

"You're dead!" Beavis yelled triumphantly, and the seven mirrors of water on his body finally disappeared into nothingness after completing their mission.

The water energy in his hand was concentrated again. Even if the opponent didn't die under the two rebounded undead spells, he would no longer have the strength to fight him. He only needed to make up a light blow to completely bury this old guy.

However, at that moment, the figure of the old necromancer suddenly paused in the air.

Like the condensation of time and space.

A ray of emerald green light actually burst out the light of life from the bony old man.

The six-path kill of the undead that roared and hit was submerged in this green ocean, and disappeared without a trace.

"This...how is this possible? Is it natural magic? How can you know life magic?" Beavis roared hoarsely.

In the magic system, some spells are self-existing, some are complementary, and some are naturally antagonistic.

Just as light and darkness are irreconcilable existences, the sacred is opposed to the soul spells that represent curses, and undead magic is completely opposed to the life spells that represent life force.

Beavis wouldn't be surprised if Igor used any kind of magic to solve this crisis, but what he saw was the energy of life magic appearing on Igor.

How can this be?

In the magical world, ghosts can be seen during the day, but there is no reason for the energy of life and undead to coexist!

Beavis couldn't believe his eyes at all.

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