Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey opened a new observation room in the underground laboratory.

It is used to experiment with the newly developed alchemy life after the beetle soul is transformed, or to be precise, an alchemy weapon can also be used.

In the past, when the research conditions were harsh, Harvey also used insects to conduct soul transfer experiments, although the results of the experiments were not very good in most cases.

But there is still no doubt that insect souls can indeed slightly drive alchemy devices.

The transfer experiment of beetle souls is different now. With the huge energy blessing of the energy gathering array, not only has the transfer success rate increased several times, but the energy output path has also been carefully transformed by Harvey.

"You are going to use this thing to carry the soul of the energy-absorbing beetle?" Asdaren looked at the alchemy products with strange shapes placed on the experimental bench and were extremely puzzled.

This thing is like a thick iron rod that is melted and cast in whole, but the iron rod itself is hollow. The entire rod body is covered with dense seal inscriptions. A wide wooden handle is installed at the end of one end, which looks weird and harmonious. .

"How did it come about? I don't remember when we had an alchemy workshop for cast metal."

Harvey picked up the iron rod with a smile, placed it flat on his chest and raised it slightly, making an aiming position like a bow shooting.

"I came from the Alchemy Secret Association to speed up customization, and their metal technology can fully meet this transformation experiment."

Asdaren's eyes were filled with dark red soul fire. He suddenly felt a little impatient. He grabbed a glowing beetle from the small iron cage, fixed it on the lab with a bracket, and then began to urge Harvey.

"Then show your genius ideas quickly. The purpose of this thing is what interests me most."

As the energy-concentration array runs low, the buzzing sounds and stops, and the inscriptions on the iron rod device connected to it also light up slowly.

"It's not bad. I only consumed two beetles and completed a transfer, with a 50% success rate."

Harvey was still very satisfied. This success rate means that as long as the beetle reproduction can provide, this thing can be mass-produced.

He cut off the connection of the energy gathering array and picked up the thick iron stick shining with inscriptions from the laboratory bench.

He still lifted it up to his eyes, and put one side of the wooden handle on his shoulder, aiming the other end of the hollow at the black stone wall at the end of the observation room.

Only then did Asdaren keenly discover that there was a small brass bulge under the wooden handle.

"What mechanism is this?"

Harvey kept his aiming position and gently tweaked his fingers on the brass bulge.

The inscription on the thick iron rod lit up instantly, and a strange sound was made at the same time.

Asdaren only remembered seeing a light white light shot out from the iron tube at an extremely fast speed, instantly sank into the black stone wall, leaving only a smooth hole the size of a thumb on the wall.

"This...is a weapon? an energy weapon?"

He walked to the wall in disbelief, took out a slender distance probe from his waist, and probed through the hole.

"It completely... completely penetrates the stone wall, the length of the probe is limited, and the real penetration distance cannot be measured."

He turned his head, and the soul fire became extremely bright in the frame of the eye on the metal head.

"Have, this is so terrible. You should understand the meaning of this invention." His tone was a little sighed, as if it was a little regretful, "This will smash the instant spell-caster proud of, Make research casters comparable to their combat power…”

Research-based spellcasters follow the development philosophy of classical wizards and use magic research to drive their own promotion, although from the perspective of life, they are closer to extraordinary.

However, the lack of combat experience and spell casting skills also makes them often restricted by combat spellcasters in terms of their right to speak.

The Federation of Spellcasters is a typical example, because the Hundred Years of War with the Church led to the combat-type spellcasters becoming a faction with real power.

If it weren't for the outbreak of the demon war, which led to a large number of casualties and injuries to combat spellcasters, they would probably have been directly excluded and discriminated against.

Asdaren paced back and forth with some anxiety, muttering constantly: "If it is accidentally leaked, we will definitely be ruthlessly attacked by the combat mage. In their eyes, this thing must be destroyed and Bury..."

He suddenly fixed his body, supported the laboratory bench with both hands, and asked at Harvey.

"What other characteristics does it have besides instant casting? How much magic power does the caster need to consume? How many attacks can you cast by manipulating it?"

Harvey looked at him in shock and felt a little funny, but he still forced himself to hold it back.

He handed the alchemy iron pipe to Asdaren and patiently explained: "Its principle is not instant casting."

"There is no need to consume the caster's own magic energy. Anyone can pick it up and shoot it when it has sufficient energy..."

Harvey smiled and raised his hand to point to the stone wall, signaling Asdaren to verify it himself.

"After you transform into alchemy life, you can no longer cast the magic you learned in the past. You will understand when you try it."

Asdaren seemed to have not yet chewed out the true meaning of Harvey's words, but subconsciously obeyed Harvey's suggestion, imitated his previous posture like a bewitch, lifted the alchemy iron tube and moved the small mechanical skull.

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Two smooth holes of almost the same size appeared on the wall.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Spells that can be cast without casters..."

"Alchemy magic weapon that ordinary people can use at will..."

"What's the point of being a spellcaster?"

Asdaren's back was against the metal test bench, and his heavy alchemy body creaked, as if encouraging and supporting his shaky ideas and beliefs.

Harvey suddenly felt that his pussy had been pretending to be a little too much, so he quickly walked over and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"What do you think so much? Don't forget, this is something that the caster invents and creates."

"We need to recognize the idea that the caster is not the extraordinary person he claims, we are just lucky people who stand out from ordinary people..."

Asdaren accurately extracted the sentence from Harvey's words - this is also something the caster created.

In an instant, I felt that the collapsed belief was much more stable again and I stood up with my body.

"If this magic weapon does not need to consume the magic power of the caster, it can be used at will..."

He paused, as if he was afraid to ask the most critical sentence, and hesitated after a while.

"Then can it repeatedly cast energy attacks?"

Harvey nodded and pointed to the slightly dim inscription light on the surface of the iron tube.

"If my expectations did not have much deviation, I should be able to repeat the cast three to five times."

"There will be a need to use the energy-gathering array to charge it. After all, in essence, it is like you and Reiner, and it is all alchemy life driven by magic energy."

Asdaren didn't know why, but he felt as if he was secretly relieved. It turned out that it was not infinitely available. It would also run out of energy and turn into an ordinary iron stick without any threat.

But Harvey's next words made him fall back into a mood of nearly collapse.

"Well, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, this thing can be mass-produced. As long as the number of beetles is sufficient, I can make all the civilians in the territory have one in a short period of time..."