Emperor of Arcane

April 5th.

The capital of spellcasters-Seventon.

clear.

The beams of teleportation light flickered in the teleportation hall, and the densely packed figures disappeared.

Several curious spellcasters turned around and left the teleportation hall with some joy.

The news spread quickly and caused considerable commotion throughout Seventon.

"Has the Council sent people to clean up the orcs in the west? Have they been struggling for a long time?"

"For two or three years, that area has been almost destroyed, and many refugees are fleeing here..."

"If those refugees hadn't been fleeing, it's not clear how long it would have been before Parliament took action."

"Those old stubborn lords in the west have always been at odds with the parliament..."

"You can't say that. The council still wants to save face. It just wants to beat the other party and draw those lords into its own camp."

"That's right. It's all for profit anyway. It's easy to judge this kind of thing."

"..."

Listening to the noisy discussion outside, Mark looked calm, turned to look at Sola aside, and asked in an understatement:

"Seventon Council is not in a hurry right now. It seems that the Gulf Territory's decision to attract firepower has been successful."

After hearing this, Sola did not show any emotion. He just looked through the information calmly, noticed his arrangement in the Falsico Empire, and replied nonchalantly:

"The Gulf Territory attracted the attention of the Cole elves, and even caused a lot of trouble, which involved a lot of their energy."

"The Netheril Empire has regained its strength and has now suppressed the rebellion in the demiplane. Naturally, it can free up its hands."

"After all, the Netheril Empire also wants to save face. You can't always let the orcs ride on your head, right?"

Recalling the Cole elf's bankrupt double flanking tactic, Larke did not explain the situation of the Scarlet Castle and the Scarlet Pass, but continued quite calmly:

"They have been unable to concentrate their strength. Naturally they understand the harm of doing so, so they specially sent the Gulf Territory to cause trouble. Now isn't the Cole Elf in a state of distress?"

"Even if the Cole elves have figured this out, they still don't dare to break up. They are not ready to go to war directly with the Netheril Empire."

"Most Cole elves are not that extreme. They are used to being the boss, but they would not think of driving everyone else away..."

"However, their last siege on the Gulf Territory was too rough and exposed their intentions and power."

Thinking of the response of the Gulf Territory, and the Grand Arcanist Kenoman standing behind the Gulf Territory, and recalling the not-so-good prophecy fragments of the past few days, Sola couldn't help but sneered:

"It makes no sense. The Gulf Territory is a deliberately thrown target. The forces that are really hiding are our real enemies."

"It's better not to think so much and concentrate on preparing our own plan."

"The bait on the wild plateau has been placed, and those stupid orcs are eating happily..."

"The momentary victory or defeat cannot change their tragic fate. Only death is eternal."

"..."

Looking through the Gulf News in his hand, Larke hesitated for a while and continued to say calmly:

"I will continue to advance Falsico's arrangements, but I cannot deal with the east and north first as originally planned."

Looking through the transaction information from the Gulf Territory and the coastal cities on the east coast, Sola nodded silently and said with a firm tone and tone:

"Try not to come into contact with the Gulf Territory. There may be unexpected powerful forces hidden behind it, especially the magical lady..."

The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not continue the discussion. They seemed to understand the power of the gods very well and were unwilling or afraid to attract each other's attention.

The two looked at each other and felt the pressure in each other's eyes.

The Gulf Territory, which is developing extremely fast, has gradually exceeded the scope of their influence and control.

They couldn't help but wonder whether the Gulf Territory was the back-up force of the Netheril Empire or a target they pushed out.

At this point in time when they were discussing, news of the Gulf Territory's massive development of the Death Desert had also spread in Seventon.

Compared with the Sewendon Council sending troops to clean up the orcs in the west.

The big guys are more willing to discuss the situation in the Gulf Territory.

The reason is simple. The Bay Territory News, which disappeared for a while and reappeared, will tell everyone about the situation in the Bay Territory every three or four days.

At the beginning, everyone naturally had the mentality of watching a good show, thinking that the Gulf Territory would definitely fail this time.

Even those who are usually optimistic about the Gulf Territory will think that they have chosen the wrong direction of development and efforts.

But as more and more desert towns were built in the Gulf Territory, more and more adventurers from the past were attracted, and the news coming back also made everyone feel inexplicably sad.

Build so many towns.

Inch by inch, acre after acre, the desert was clayed.

Provide adventurers with quite generous mission rewards and rewards.

All fully reflect the Gulf Territory's wealth and crazy "delusions."

Everyone was still discussing how long the Gulf Territory can last?

One week?

Half a month?

Or a month?

Even the most optimistic people don’t think the Gulf community will last forever.

Even though the Gulf Territory attracted a large number of high-level druids to help, most people still showed their disdain for the Gulf Territory.

In everyone's perception, there is absolutely no need to do such a thankless thing.

But as the Gulf Territory persisted longer and longer, everyone's discussions changed from a variety of discussions at the beginning to a more unified one of admiration and regret.

After all, although what the Gulf Territory did was quite crazy, it even made people disagree with it.

However, it is this kind of emotional madness that attracts everyone's attention.

But in the past half month or so, the situation has completely changed.

When everyone learned that the town construction in the Gulf Territory had penetrated deep into the Death Desert, and a huge city was built in the center of the Death Desert.

Everyone’s first reaction was that this news could never be true!

However, more and more adventurers were eager to head to the Desert of Death, and soon the news that the situation was true was sent back.

Especially the new issue of the Bayland News.

In addition to the previous text description, a magical image is also creatively attached.

That city stands in the sky full of yellow sand.

A steady stream of ghostly monsters emerge from the ground.

Excited adventurers return with a full load.

A piece of exquisite and beautiful enchanted armor and weapons.

It was very eye-catching and caused a lot of debate.

Especially when everyone finds out.

The total number of adventurers venturing into the Death Desert has reached nearly 400,000.

The average income of each adventurer can reach more than 800 gold coins per month.

The average monthly income of adventurers in some frontline desert towns can even exceed 3,000 gold coins.

The extremely exaggerated gains immediately attracted the attention of almost everyone.

"I can earn twenty or thirty gold coins every day! I earn more than ordinary spell casters. Is it really that powerful?

"Those are all mid-level professionals. Those on the front lines are the real money-making adventurers. They are all registered in the news."

"I can only earn about 40 gold coins every month, which is a more respectable job in Sewendu..."

"Many spellcasters can't even earn 500 gold coins a month, let alone other professionals."

"Even if you live in Sevington, a family of three only needs to spend one gold coin a month. As long as you go to the Death Desert and fight for two years, you won't have to worry about it in your life."

"It's better to do less of this kind of licking blood from the edge of a knife. At least the job in Sewington is safe and stable!"

"Safe? How is that possible! You haven't seen the corpses that are cleared out every month."

"Look at the situation in the Gulf Territory, that's true security!"

"The treatment given to adventurers by the Gulf Territory is so good, it makes my heart move."

"A guy I met a few days ago has arrived in the Desert of Death. He earned 2,000 gold coins last month. He is calling me over. I am ready to leave."

"You guys just got on the line without saying anything?"

"Go and take a look first. If the situation is good enough, remember to greet us..."

"You still need to say that? I'm leaving first..."

"..."

Some eager adventurers started taking action very decisively.

They have been waiting and watching for long enough. Now is the time to make a lot of gold coins, and they don't want to miss such a good opportunity again.

This is exactly the original intention of BayLing to go to great lengths to publish and sell BayLing News in various places.

Attracting more talents to the Gulf Territory means that even if everyone cannot stay, it will continue to attract many people to join.

The Elven Kingdom of Cole.

Northern ice fields.

Inside the Caledor family's castle.

One after another powerful aura emerged from the special secret cave seal.

The huge dragon-shaped monster let out bursts of sharp roars.

The members of the Caledor family, who had been well prepared, prepared a lot of food for these flying dragons that had completed their hibernation.

Seeing their energy of feasting, Councilor Caledor involuntarily narrowed his eyes and asked Archaon beside him:

"Has the Gulf Territory completely blocked the entrance to the ruins?"

"Do they really have such courage?"

"Aren't you worried about other forces taking action?"

Representative Caledo seemed to be asking a question, but in fact he was just venting his frustration.

With the current strength of the Gulf Territory, the abilities shown by those already very troublesome inspection teams.

The Gulf Territory has been able to make clearer judgments on other power relationships.

The Gulf Territory needs money, people, and military force.

This is the time to show off your presence and test your status.

Regarding the rapid development of the Gulf Territory, even Congressman Caledo feels that he is somewhat unable to do what he wants.

In terms of performance, it is even simpler.

Previously, Councilor Caledo discussed how to destroy the Gulf Territory!

What now?

He wanted to take action and prepare a plan for the flying dragon troops in the Gulf Territory alone.

This is already very illustrative of the problem.

Archaon, who had just returned from the Cole Elf Council, shook his head calmly and said calmly:

"It's useless. The troops mobilized are fighting against the underground forces."

"Although they have temporarily gained the upper hand, they have suffered a lot of losses."

"It will take at least half a year to completely clear them out, retake the territory, and make targeted arrangements."

"Furthermore, I heard that the situation in the Canterlot Mountains is not optimistic, and the rebellion of the half-elf slaves is becoming more and more powerful."

"The trick that the Gulf Territory has come up with has really penetrated our vital points. It has already had a considerable impact on the production of large-scale combat supplies."

"For some reason, they don't want to send the Archmage to take action..."

Councilor Caledor naturally heard the resentment in Archaon's tone, and looked at the increasingly larger flying dragons.

These dragons are in pretty good shape.

Not only did he avoid the influence of Dragon Madness Lock with the help of secret techniques, but he also completed a strength improvement similar to "Sleep".

He waved to the dragon knights who had been preparing for a long time, watched them begin to tame the flying dragon again, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Spellcasters of other races are afraid of death, and the Cole elves are also afraid of death."

"They have plenty of time and life to enjoy and won't take unnecessary risks."

"No matter how much ordinary soldiers lose, they won't take it seriously."

"Otherwise, how could most of the great arcanists in the Netheril Empire learn to be so similar?"

"..."

When Archaon heard this, he couldn't help but remained silent. Recalling the retreat of the Japanese pirates before, he spoke without hesitation:

"Passive defense will always be at a disadvantage. I prefer active offense."

"The Japanese pirates became a little disobedient, so I just used the Gulf Leader to beat them."

Councilor Caledor nodded, looking unhappy at Archaon's face. He glanced at the looming power on his body, and couldn't help but give a warning:

"Other powers are unreliable. Unless they reach the demigod level, they cannot affect the overall situation."

A complicated thought flashed through his eyes. Archaon nodded silently, then turned and left the training ground.

Looking at his somewhat lonely back, Councilor Caledor sighed helplessly, turned to look at the flying dragon knight who started to take off, and said in a low tone:

"Don't go astray!"

"Even gods may not be reliable..."

Bay collar.

Underground laboratory.

The old swordsman listened to the shrill screams. He had no psychological fluctuations in the frightening scene in front of him. Instead, he looked at the experimental subject next to him with interest.

The old swordsman with extremely keen perception can clearly feel the abundant vitality in their bodies, as well as the chaos and distortion of their limbs and organs.

This level of power recipient is very suitable for receiving the mark of "monster"!

At the beginning, the old swordsman had many different thoughts about the scene before him.

He believes that Matthew has many things in common with some alchemists and qi practitioners he knows.

In order to achieve the goal, any means may be used.

But when the old swordsman learned about the crimes committed by each experimental subject and the way the Gulf Territory was dealt with, there was something inexplicable in his heart.

He felt that this approach was indeed a bit cruel, but the old swordsman expressed a considerable degree of admiration and approval for the Gulf Territory's decisive methods and ruthless style.

"We need to remain open and fair and not let these criminals go. This level of means is completely acceptable."

After putting down the psychological burden, the old swordsman began to think about the suggestions and methods given by Matthew.

Anyway, there is not much value in leaving these guys to suffer.

It would be better to let them contribute more and pay off more sins at the same time.

However, although the old swordsman has recognized this method, he still has some doubts about how to operate it.

After all, the old swordsman is very good at fighting, and he really hasn't put much effort into understanding body modification.

Just as the old swordsman carefully selected a suitable mark carrier, the sharp screams fell silent.

Matthew walked out of the operating room as if nothing had happened. He noticed the old swordsman's gaze and calmly introduced him:

"This batch is a high-level experimental body. There is not much use value anymore. You can try it first."

Facing Matthew's plain expression, even the old swordsman couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, suppressed the weird thoughts in his heart, and followed him into the laboratory.

The dark purple lines on the old swordsman's arms have begun to become active.

"It senses that its source of power has been weakened and is making its final resistance and struggle."

Matthew felt the ghost's current strength, shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened, and lightly snapped his fingers before letting in the unrecognizable experimental subject.

The experimental subject was unable to move. He had no idea what was about to happen, and his limbs were just trembling involuntarily.

The old swordsman exhaled slowly and carefully untied the sleeve of his other arm.

A dark brown tattoo with snarling teeth was revealed in front of Matthew.

It was a fat face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The face shape was very kind, and it looked gentle and special.

But only those fierce and ferocious eyes could move around like living creatures.

It noticed Matthew's gaze and immediately glared at him fiercely.

Matthew only felt a strong mental impact, constantly impacting his will.

Fortunately, Matthew's will is as strong as steel, and he has this expertise in the true and literal sense of the word, easily ignoring such stares.

Instead, he looked at this strange face with great interest, and asked softly under the surprised gaze of the old swordsman:

"What's his name? What special powers does he have?"

The old swordsman slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at the face with a bright smile, and said in a slightly sad tone:

"He is called the Arhat of Evil Thoughts, which can cause negative emotions, especially anger..."

"It can continuously draw strength from such emotions, even the unconscious thoughts around it..."

Matthew nodded, understanding that this special monster always has some unexpected abilities and tenacious vitality.

"Arhat of Evil Thoughts, evil object, challenge level 25+, status (under seal)."

It is almost impossible to kill this special evil thing through ordinary means.

Because of some special rituals, they incorporated their own sins and thoughts, and gained divine power or divinity by chance, thus turning into extremely special and terrifying monsters.

Matthew did not continue his research. Anyway, there was still time in the future. He said to the old swordsman who was feeling a little uncomfortable:

"Since he is dishonest, let's cure his problems first!"

"Aim at the experimental subject, release the power belonging to the Arhat of Evil Thoughts, and let it actively establish the mark."

Upon hearing this, the old swordsman reached out his hand without hesitation and pressed the twisted experimental subject's head.

The ferocious-looking Arhat with Evil Thoughts suddenly opened his mouth and revealed an even brighter smile.

His eyes, originally full of evil thoughts, revealed undisguised greed and ferocity.

The strange gray-black aura slowly moved downwards from the tattoo of Evil Thought Arhat, and injected into the subject's head bit by bit.

Matthew can "see" clearly, which is a special spiritual and soul power.

It's like when a virus reproduces, it injects its own "lethal genes" into other living units.

As a result, the experimental subject with the "seed" planted soon began to undergo a "unique" transformation.

Those "seeds" are absorbing the vitality of the experimental subjects,

Matthew allowed this change and provided the experimental subjects with a large amount of nutrient solution.

The face of the experimental subject is changing, and the aura exuding from his body is becoming more and more weird.

Matthew and the old swordsman were unmoved and just watched calmly as the experimental subject slowly changed.

Finally, the face of the experimental subject turned into a ferocious face with a "laughing".

The open mouth revealed two rows of extremely ferocious fangs.

Gray-black light continued to flash, and the entire body of the experimental subject began to slowly change.

"This is further erosion and pollution..."

"A considerable part of the power is provided by the adventurers, but a lot of data and information are being transmitted from the Arhat of Evil Thoughts through the connection between the two."

"Changes in the mind and soul can actually cause drastic changes in the body."

"The evil really has a very special way of transforming the body."

"..."

The old swordsman listened to Matthew recording various data, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He felt the pressure on his arm and reduced it slightly, with a little surprise in his eyes.

He saw that the aura of the experimental subject was constantly increasing, and even his face and body gradually began to look like an arhat with evil thoughts.

Just as the old swordsman was about to take action, Matthew raised his hand to stop him.

Matthew watched this experimental subject completely transformed into the "Vehicle of Evil Thought Arhat Consciousness" and felt that he had gained a lot.

Until the challenge level of this monster began to break through level 15 and entered the more powerful extraordinary level.

Matthew slowly clenched his fist. Under the surprised gaze of the old swordsman, surging thunder penetrated the experimental subject's body.

Snap!

The terrifying power of thunder burned it into coke.

His health was instantly cleared, and the terrifying gray-black evil thoughts were greatly weakened by the thunder.

"Ding, you kill the carrier of evil thoughts and gain 10,000 power of destiny."

From the original 3,000 points to 10,000 points, the harvest of the power of destiny has ushered in a big improvement.

Matthew gave the Evil Thought Arhat a thumbs up, and then sent in another experimental subject when the Evil Thought was running around looking for a new host to parasitize.

Therefore, the evil-minded Arhat worked tirelessly to complete the "transformation" of this terrifying and twisted experimental body at his own expense.

Matthew blinked with emotion, and under the puzzled eyes of the old swordsman, he quickly cleared them away after the experimental subject's challenge level broke through the high-level 15 and entered the extraordinary level 16.

Perfect use of every last bit of value!

Feeling that the pressure brought by the evil-minded Arhat was much relieved, the old swordsman immediately realized the effectiveness of this method.

Seeing the experimental subjects appearing one after another, the old swordsman simply let go of his worries and let the Arhat of Evil Thoughts complete the transformation again and again.

For the evil-minded Arhat at this time, the continuous release of power is to obtain a body that can develop and grow.

If he could escape from the shackles of the old swordsman, Arhat with Evil Thoughts was willing to pay a considerable price.

Matthew and the old swordsman seized on this point, allowing the Evil Thought Arhat to release his power again and again, forcing him to continuously consume his stored energy.

As for these sown "seeds", they contain a certain degree of gambling luck.

It’s just that the Arhat with evil thoughts has nothing to lose, so he chooses to be “fooled” again and again.

Every time he "kills" an experimental subject, Matthew destroys part of the original power of the Evil Thought Arhat.

Not only can he obtain at least tens of thousands of powers of destiny, but he can also understand some deeper information and data by analyzing these original powers.

The old swordsman also felt inexplicably relaxed, and he could even detect the "weakness" of the Arhat with Evil Thoughts.

As a result, the Evil Thought Arhat is getting weaker and weaker, the old swordsman's condition is getting better and better, and the pressure on his body has also been reduced a lot.

Matthew's disposal method for these polluted "bodies" is very environmentally friendly.

Burn it to ashes with a blazing fire.

After being "purified", these ashes will be put into the elemental furnace to complete the final "ignition".

Until the death of the 78th experimental subject.

The Arhat of Evil Thoughts has weakened by 1/3, and the challenge level has dropped to 22+.

Only then did He stop this kind of “investment and sowing” that would never see a return.

Feeling the evil-minded Arhat's submission, the old swordsman's face was filled with a smile.

He looked at Matthew who was making a resting gesture, and couldn't help but admire softly:

“Young people’s heads are full of life, and their paths are indeed wild…”

Shrugging his shoulders as if nothing had happened, Matthew gestured to the much more relaxed old swordsman to follow him, and led him to the restaurant where the food was prepared.

Looking at the dazzling array of delicacies, the old swordsman sat down unceremoniously and ate happily.

"You must try this crystal elbow. I usually choose a big fat pig that has been raised for a year and a half..."

"This crocodile meat tastes quite good. The giant swamp crocodiles we breed in the Gulf Territory are one of a kind..."

"This boneless chicken feet is even more interesting. It's sour, spicy, sweet, refreshing and delicious..."

"You can't miss the wheat wine from Bayland. This wine has a higher alcohol content and tastes very spicy..."

"..."

Matthew smiled and introduced him to the preparation methods of various delicacies, as well as the production and processing of various raw materials.

At first, the old swordsman didn't take it seriously, but he soon discovered quite special information.

Bay Ridge has mastered the ability to raise and cultivate all of the delicacies Matthew introduces.

This means that the Gulf Territory continues to produce these delicacies.

And, as time goes by, they get better and better and taste better.

The old swordsman naturally understood that this was not Matthew showing off, but revealing to him the style of conduct of the Gulf Territory.

“We’re pretty pragmatic!”

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The old swordsman, who had eaten and drank enough, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, looked at the smiling Matthew, and asked with interest:

"Your method is really good. It can relieve us a lot of pressure."

"Then how do you want me to cooperate with you next?"

Matthew, who wanted an answer, pointed to the open door on the side and walked in with the old swordsman.

Immediately, the old swordsman discovered four to five hundred tall and burly dragon warriors.

Their strength is not strong. Each of them has a shiny bald head, but they give him an extremely solid and heavy look.

The old swordsman can clearly feel that these dragon warriors have undergone very obvious transformations throughout their bodies.

However, this kind of transformation is very special and powerful. It not only fits the characteristics of the body very well, but also gives them extremely excellent physical fitness.

But the interesting thing is.

The old swordsman only felt the strong vitality in their bodies, and did not notice any signs of a career path.

This shows what?

This shows that these bald men did not take office.

They were obviously specially selected by the Gulf Leader to train them into "swordsmen".

Just at this time.

Matthew's clear voice reached the old swordsman's ears.

"Hehe, they have abandoned their original professional path and are preparing to become the unique professionals of the Gulf Territory - swordsmen and warrior monks."

Swordsman and warrior monk?

The old swordsman looked at Matthew's excited expression and motioned for him to continue.

"Swordsman, that means specializing in sword skills."

"They are more focused on honing their skills and improving their willpower, mainly using evil objects that imprison souls and psychic abilities."

"They will be very 'single-minded', usually meaning imprisoned. An evil object, or a mark."

"Warrior monk, specializing in physical training."

"They are more about honing their bodies to make them stronger and tougher, in order to imprison flesh and blood and physical evil things."

"They will be more "professional" and be able to better utilize the power of evil objects to complete the tempering of their own bodies."

"Of course, these two professions are just a supplement to the "swordsman profession system"."

"When their strength reaches the extraordinary level, they can also seamlessly switch careers and become swordsmen..."

"Until they can completely digest, absorb, and master the power of evil objects and complete the final evolution of their profession!"

Listening to Matthew's talk, the old swordsman looked at him suspiciously, with a little disbelief in his eyes. He couldn't help but lower his voice and asked:

"You mean, let them start imprisoning evil things from the moment they set foot on the professional path?"

What a crazy idea!

What arrogant thinking!

But looking at these extremely strong "mortals", the old swordsman felt their strong bodies, tenacious vitality and quite firm will.

He suddenly had a special feeling:

"Maybe they can really do it?"

"Mortal, why not?"

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