Almighty Alchemist

Holding the peculiar item that Bailey gave him, Gong Hao returned to his hut.

He started to pack his things.

In case the plan fails, he will immediately run away, although the possibility of success in this case is too low.

There are not many things that can be carried, and there are not many things that belong to him in this castle.

Or... is there another thing?

Gong Hao's gaze stayed on the flower pot that he transferred to his room.

An ordinary plant was planted on the flower pot, and no one knew that there was a pupa slowly gathering strength in the soil.

It has been half a year since this thing pupated, but there has been no movement.

Gong Hao decided to take this strange chrysalis away with him.

He really wanted to know how powerful a monster that had experienced two dormant states would be.

Taking out the pupa, Gong Hao wrapped it in a cloth and put it on his body carefully. He could even feel the warmth coming from the pupa, and there was life wriggling inside.

It felt like a caterpillar was crawling around on my chest.

After finishing all these, Gong Hao walked towards the lake.

"Lord Lancelot, are you interested in trying my newly invented dish?"

"Boy Greer, you can always surprise me." Lancelot laughed.

"However, this kind of dish needs to use some special materials. After making it, the taste is wonderful, but there are some bad consequences."

"What consequences? It won't be poisonous, right?"

"Of course not, my lord. It's just a little dizzy. Because it needs the juice of drunken grass as seasoning."

"Is that the kind of spice that can replace vanilla sauce?"

"Yes."

"I heard that your little princess used it once, and she passed out that night."

"Well... my lord, she is not my little princess."

"Wow, blushing?" Lancelot laughed: "Well, I just want to taste the full stamina of the spice that once drunk a little beauty."

"Maybe it will completely fascinate you. From then on, you will become obsessed with delicious food, give up cultivation, and become a drunken alcoholic every day."

"Sounds horrible, Greer, have you noticed how disrespectful you've been speaking to me lately?"

Gong Hao chuckled: "On the contrary, I have never respected you as much as I do now."

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It was getting dark.

Looking at Lancelot who was gradually falling asleep, Gong Hao felt peaceful in his heart.

The drunken grass juice he drank was not much, but it was all concentrated essence. Even Lancelot's physique could not resist this strong drunkenness, so that he wondered why the stamina of this grass was so strong, just a little bit could make him drowsy.

Although he could use grudge to forcibly resist this level of intoxication, it was unnecessary for him, and it also lost the meaning of eating drunken grass.

For Gong Hao, it is by no means easy to overwhelm a sky samurai, the best way is to make him drunk voluntarily.

After walking out of the wooden house, Gong Hao walked towards the castle.

At this time, the servants in each area have gone back to their houses to sleep, only the ferocious beast in the cage is still lazily looking at the sky, longing for freedom.

The saber-toothed beast in area 9 probably smelled Gong Hao's scent and let out a low growl.

Gong Hao quickly raised his fingers: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

This strange action surprised the saber-toothed beast.

Gong Hao smiled slightly at the big guy: "I guess you must really want to regain your freedom, right?"

The saber-toothed beast stared at Gong Hao, its eyes full of inexplicable.

What the hell is this little blond boy doing today? It can't figure it out.

"Don't worry." Gong Hao said, "You will be free soon."

Saying that, Gong Hao came to the replaced spar.

Gong Hao gently took out a bottle of potion, and dropped a drop on the spar, and saw that the spar immediately emitted a strong light, and even the entire magic cage shook with it.

Gong Hao said in a low voice: "This is a magic power stimulation potion, which can stimulate all the magic power potential in a person's body. The price is extreme weakness afterwards. If it is used on the spar, it will consume all the spar energy in a very short time. Brute teeth, the defensive power of the magic cage will be greatly increased, and the restraint on you will also be strengthened, which may make you feel uncomfortable. But it doesn't matter, this is only temporary. When the spar energy is exhausted..."

Gong Hao smiled slightly: "You will be free."

He said so.

As he spoke, he waved to the saber-toothed beast, turned and left.

After completing the preparations in the castle, Gong Hao quickly ran towards the valley without stopping.

This is the second time he has attempted to enter the valley since he entered Purgatory Island.

Compared with last time, this time he was more prepared and stronger.

Lancelot didn't know that the current Gong Hao might have some deficiencies in fighting spirit cultivation, but through the use of skills and hard work, his strength can almost approach that of a second-level warrior. He could clearly feel now that the vindictiveness in his body was faintly showing signs of breaking through again.

According to Lancelot, hard training can quickly promote oneself to a junior warrior, and after a certain level of fighting, one can also quickly promote oneself to a second level. But going up from the second level will become very difficult. It took me only one year to break through to the second level, no matter what, it was relatively fast. There are not only my own efforts, but also the guidance of my master, but I am afraid there is also some talent.

He has never forgotten the way of taking the fourteen forked roads leading to the valley. Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, after arriving at the last intersection, he used his grudge and easily passed the sound trap.

The magic lamp was still flickering. After entering the valley, Gong Hao calmed down and hid himself in the darkness, feeling the breath of the wind. The wind elf sent the panicked shouts in the valley to his ears.

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"Ah!" A shrill and painful scream sounded in the valley.

"My lord! My lord! Forgive me!" Cries came and went.

Fink trembled and almost collapsed on the ground. He never dreamed that he would encounter such a scene.

Companions one by one were taken to this forbidden valley, all their clothes were stripped off, and then they were all tied to the pillars. They are like pigs waiting to be slaughtered, watching each other wantonly attack themselves.

An apprentice stuck a sharp needle into their body, and the other end of the needle was connected with a mysterious silk thread.

Pierre chanted a mysterious spell, and the silk thread jumped, tearing blood trails on the boys' bodies. Several apprentices smeared the magic materials they had prepared long ago along the wounds on their skin, painted them, carved magic lines on their bodies, and finally formed a miniature magic circle.

The magic circle on the body emits a strange light from time to time, and those materials with special effects flash a faint green light in the darkness.

These materials have various special effects, and some of them will bring great pain to people as long as they touch the human skin. The young servants couldn't bear this kind of pain at all, and they all cried out terribly.

The entire valley was covered by screams in an instant, like a hell on earth.

Several apprentices carefully observed the performance of each boy's body engraving, and recorded the changes in the formation with pen and paper from time to time, and finally came to different conclusions.

As the materials were exhausted, the magic circle engraved on the skin gradually disappeared, and the first step of the experiment ended here. At this time, the young servants had been tortured to the brink of death by the great pain.

"Master Pierre, the magic pattern test has been completed, this is the record just now."

Pierre picked up the record and looked at it for a while, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Very well, it seems that we are not far away from completing the magic pattern material combination formula. The instructor will be very happy."

"That's right, this is a great invention no less than that of a troll god." An apprentice also replied proudly.

The boy who was tied to the stake yelled angrily: "Pierre, you devil! The gods will punish you! You will go to hell!"

Pierre raised his eyebrows: "God? If there is a god in the sky, then he will never interfere with our behavior. Just like human beings will not interfere with the life of ants. Even if the gods really want to punish me, then there is the Lance Empire, King Strick and my mentor. It is still a short time before it is my turn. Since you want me to go to hell so much, then before that, let you experience the real hell."

As he spoke, he waved his left hand lightly.

The angry teenager was unhooked from the wooden post.

He was put into the medicine pool where Biller had been.

As the potion entered his body, the boy could clearly feel the changes inside his body.

It seems that something is wriggling in the body.

He yelled in horror: "No! There is something in my body! There is something!"

Pierre laughed and said, "Aren't you cursing me to go to hell? The things in your body are real hell creatures."

Another string of mysterious incantations was uttered, only to hear the boy's frantic and painful cry.

"Magnetic!"

The boy's chest suddenly split open automatically, and a sharp finger came out of his chest, like a sharp knife, cutting through this thin layer of skin, and like a fierce shark lurking on the bottom of the sea, only the dorsal fin exposed on the water surface.

However, just seeing that finger, a chilling feeling came to my heart.

With the appearance of blade-like fingers, a dwarf covered in blood stood out from the boy's body.

He is short in stature, very ugly in appearance, less than twenty centimeters tall, but in his arm joints, leg joints, etc., each protrudes a sharp knife-shaped bone, showing a cold black glow under the illumination of the magic lamp. His fingers are extremely sharp, and even his back has blade-like fins, and his body is almost full of natural weapons.

This is a monster born to fight!

"Ah!" The dwarf roared ferociously at everyone in the arena, revealing his sharp steel teeth. It seems that he doesn't like these people who made him, but he was just born, and he still has some scruples.

An apprentice carefully tossed a piece of raw meat, and the dwarf grabbed it and ate it.

While he was eating, a magic cage suddenly fell from the sky and trapped the dwarf. Several puppet warriors directly took the dwarf who was jumping and roaring in the cage angrily.

"Oh my God... what kind of monster is that!" Several teenagers shouted in fright.

Pierre smiled and said: "Oh, I've said it all, they are creatures from hell, and Fengming Continent is not a specialty of them. How is it? The power is not bad, right? It's a pity that they were not very obedient when they were born, and they need to be massaged."

Then he said, "Next."

Seeing his companions being disemboweled one by one by Pierre and the apprentices under his command, taking out the horrible creatures in the body, and then shackling them away, Fink was so frightened that he wanted to vomit out bile.

"God, save me!" He prayed to God.

The story Gong Hao told him suddenly came to mind.

If you can't be the rabbit that escapes, at least be the last rabbit.

Only by being alive can we expect miracles.

Huey, he must know something!

Yes, he must know something!

He is coming to save me!

Yes it must be so!

Fink suddenly understood.

Hugh Iglesel obviously had a plan, but he didn't know if Fink was still alive when he arrived, so he hoped that Fink would delay as much as possible.

"My lord! My lord! I have a request!" Fink yelled: "Seeing that I have never made a mistake or been lazy in the past year, I have a request, please promise me!"

Pierre lazily said: "Fink, you are a good boy. But unfortunately, you know it's useless."

"No, my lord! I'm not begging you to let me go, I just want you to put me last. Okay? My lord, please!" Fink yelled.

Pierre narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and nodded, "I know Hugh Iglesne is your good friend, well, for his sake, and for your own hard work, I can grant your request."

He turned to his apprentice and said, "Get rid of the spiritual seeds in the other people first, and this kid will be the last one."

"Yes, my lord."