As for the gravity space, as the name suggests, according to Mozaxi, it is the application of another essential force of the earth element. The use of force fields will be handy, whether it is gravity, repulsion, etc., all have strong control! Then, Lei Te flipped through the books left by Mozaxi, and closed them all, intending to pack up the remaining parts and take them back to read slowly later.

Now it’s time to get back to business!

Rhett left the study and moved back and forth between the rooms on the second floor, rummaging around, not missing any corner.

Finally, they found a secret door in the wall of a utility room. After opening it, they found a narrow space about seven cubic meters in size.

The space was filled with dusty objects that looked like they had been there for who knows how many years.

Leiter condensed the wind element and blew away the dust covering these objects. In front of him was a rectangular metal box the size of a refrigerator, with a dark gold coating on the surface and complex twisted lines distributed on it.

If we ignore the fact that time has erased the bright colors and left dense, mottled dents, Leiter believes that this metal box was also extremely pleasing to the eye when it was first made.

But at this time, not only was it ancient and dilapidated, Rhett felt that the alchemy formation on it was also dilapidated and the energy contained in it was very weak.

Leiter narrowed his eyes slightly and thought secretly: "It seems that keeping the murloc blood fresh for thousands of years has consumed a lot of energy. If it continues to be sealed, I am afraid that in a few dozen or hundreds of years, the murloc blood inside will lose its freshness..."

After careful inspection, Leiter confirmed that the alchemy array had no traps or mechanisms, nor did it have a strict opening method. He simply injected elemental power into it, and saw the metal box flashing a faint light, followed by a bang, as if there was a built-in mechanism making a sound, and then the lid on top was folded open.

Suddenly, Rhett frowned.

He smelled a slightly fishy odor of blood spreading through the roof.

Rhett saw that the blood was purple and looked very thick and sticky, like a pool of deadly poison.

As if sensing the breath of the fishman's blood, the shell in Leiter's arms, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly began to tremble, like a bloodthirsty demon, revealing a deep desire for the fishman's blood! Holding the shell in his hand, Leiter's eyes contained a trace of caution. Just in case, he first conducted a real simulation to avoid possible dangers.

With an idea in mind, Leita turned on the system.

[Do you want to start the real simulation? Each day of simulation consumes 1 point of destiny. ]

"Yes, simulate one day."

Buzz

Ripples appeared before my eyes.

As soon as he fell into the simulation, Rhett very decisively threw the shell into the box, and then stared intently at the murloc bloodline, observing further changes.

The shell fell into the purple liquid, and instantly generated a strong suction force. The purple fishman's blood was uncontrollably sucked into the shell from the outside to the inside, forming a counterclockwise rotating vortex.

The purple blood was spinning and rolling, and there seemed to be a bottomless pit underneath, causing the water level in the box to drop continuously. The colorful shells were not rejected, absorbing the blood of the fishman, trembling slightly, as if humming with excitement.

Rhett's eyes passed through the blood and stared at the shell. The various colors on its surface began to gradually dim as it absorbed the blood of the murloc.

Not long after.

When the water level of the murloc bloodline dropped by more than half, the colors on the shells had completely faded and turned into deep darkness.

Lei Te watched quietly. Since he was in a simulation, he was not afraid of the unknown changes. Instead, he was quite curious about what kind of changes would occur in the end. Time passed bit by bit.

The murloc blood in the metal box was eventually completely absorbed by the colorful shells, without even a drop left.

The result is that the surface of the shell becomes shiny black, completely different from its original appearance!

Rhett, who watched the whole process and simulated the prophet and understood its devouring ability, felt that it was an evil thing no matter how he looked at it.

Taking it out of the box, Rhett picked up the shell and held it in his palm, feeling a chill.

Staring at the colorful... no, now it should be a black shell, the fragment of the fishman's artifact in his hand, Rhett felt a strong devouring power from it.

If an ordinary person came into contact with it, he would probably be quickly pulled away by the suction force, and his vitality would quickly drain away.

However, Rhett relied on his strength as a magician and took the initiative to resist, so he was not affected by it.

It's quite evil...

Feeling the endless suction force, Lei Te frowned slightly, "This artifact fragment is a bit strange. It seems that no one except the fishman can control and close it, and its own state is to maintain this disordered swallowing until the power disappears. In other words, if there is no fishman to control it, it will never be able to 'close'."

Rhett had tried it just now. There seemed to be a natural barrier in the shell that blocked Rhett's exploration. He tried to feel it carefully and could only confirm that as the swallowing continued, the energy inside the shell from the fishman's bloodline was also being slightly consumed.

Perhaps, the devouring will only end when the fishman's blood is consumed? Lei Te thought about it and quickly went downstairs to a utility room on the first floor. There was a square floor in the corner. Lei Te, as an earth mage, could easily feel the hollow structure of the soil below - it should be a basement.

Prying open the template, Rhett jumped down with the wind element and landed gently.

The basement is quite dark, with some sundries and wine barrels, and a faint smell of fermented alcohol can be smelled.

Rhett released his spiritual perception and heard slight noises coming from the corner.

"Squeak, squeak"

At this moment, a few gray-haired mice were shuttling through the dark area, looking for food. Their noses twitched, and suddenly they smelled a strange smell.

When they wagged their tails alertly and tried to escape, it was too late. Their bodies seemed to be slapped in the face, and they fainted on the ground, unconscious.

Seeing this, Rhett stepped forward quickly. His mental power was now materialized, and the force he could unleash was in no way inferior to an ordinary person's physical punch with all his strength. He was several times stronger than when he had just become a mage, and it was easy for him to kill a few ordinary mice.

Then, under the control of mental power, six mice floated in the air and slowly drifted towards Rhett.

To be precise, it was the black shell that floated towards Rhett's hand.

Leiter held the shell in his palm, resisting the devouring force within. He stared directly at the mice and slowly approached the black shell until it finally touched...

Silently, as if what was in the hand was not a shell but a black hole, the mice melted directly upon contact, just like sunlight shining on snow, and were quickly pulled in and soon disappeared.

Seeing this, Rhett's pupils shrank slightly, and he became even more afraid of this black shell. He decided never to use it in reality again!

To be used is also in simulation.

After all, this is a divine weapon. Even if it is a fragment, there is no guarantee that it contains some unknown changes. Maybe under certain conditions, it will be released, thus brewing disasters. Although this situation does not exist in the simulation, it does not mean that the trajectory in reality will not deviate, thus causing variables.

Leiter also discovered that the shell's swallowing power was slightly stronger than normal when it was swallowing the mouse. Although not much, he guessed that it might be because the experimental sample was just an ordinary mouse, which did not consume much swallowing power. Leiter also felt that as the mouse was swallowed, the energy consumption in the shell also increased.

"Well, it seems that at least the energy balance is followed here, and the devouring power is not generated out of thin air. Now it can be confirmed that the fishman blood is the fuel. The more you devour, the greater the consumption."

Just as Leiter was thinking, the shell's brief silence ended. It began to tremble slightly, with a frequency and amplitude like the lid of a pot with steam rising to the top, and along with the trembling, a wisp of purple mist floated out from the shell.

There was only a wisp of purple mist, very rare, but Rhett looked strangely and felt the pure energy in the mist. Even deep in his body, he felt a desire to devour the purple mist, as if it were a tonic.

Leiter narrowed his eyes, knowing that this wisp of pure purple mist might be a product that has a great tonic effect on the fish-men. He had already learned from the simulation that other species would have terrible side effects if swallowed, but this was a simulation, so he was not afraid. Instead, he was very curious about what kind of improvement this mist could bring? Leiter's nose moved, and he took a light breath, and the wisp of purple mist entered his nostrils.

Then, Lei Te had a brief feeling of ecstasy, and the purple mist seemed to penetrate into every corner and every cell of his body. From the outside to the inside, from head to toe, without leaking anything. And his mental strength and physical fitness seemed to have slightly improved.

This discovery made Rhett's eyes bright and his heart ecstatic!

But after a short moment, the pleasure suddenly faded, and even the sage time was gone. Immediately, a twisted pain came from deep in the body, and the source could not be found.

Lei Te's face changed slightly. While enduring the pain, he tried to feel the changes in his body. He found that while this purple mist improved his body, it also had a negative impact on his life essence. He guessed that if he was a fishman, this effect would probably be benign, but he was a human. This effect would not turn him into a fishman, but would distort and destroy his life essence.

This was an unstoppable force that came from a very high level. Rhett only felt an indescribable pain deep in his body and soul.

Rhett's face was struggling, and he resisted it alone until a few minutes passed, and then he felt the effect slowly disappearing.

Wiping the two drops of cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, Rhett turned his gaze to the black shell. At this time, the shell had returned to its original state after releasing the outer purple mist, and was emitting devouring power disorderly again.

Moreover, he keenly noticed that the black color on the shell was fading away at an extremely slow speed. He was afraid that when the energy in it was exhausted, along with the disappearance of the devouring power, the shell would return to its original color.

After thinking about it, Lei Te put the shell into the space ring. Although it would be wasteful to maintain the devouring power, it was much less than swallowing and absorbing creatures. Therefore, this waste was inevitable and he didn't need to worry about it.

The most important thing is that the big head during swallowing is completely consumed in the simulation, so Rhett is not worried about the depletion of the fishman blood inside. In fact, the shell can still be used for a long time.

At least the simulation shows that it will not be exhausted by the middle of next year, which means it can last for at least a few years, which is enough for Rhett to perform well!

With this thought, Lei Te's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, "In this case, the Dark Mountains is a good opportunity to show its ability..."

Immediately, he had an idea and ended the simulation.

Ripples appeared before my eyes.

Leiter returned to reality.

[The real simulation is over. Please select an attribute you want to keep. ]

【1. Constitution】

[2. Fighting]

【3. Mental strength】

"I choose mental strength!"

As the simulation ended, the side effects of absorbing the purple blood mist just now disappeared completely, and Rhett's mental power was infused and indeed improved accordingly.

Since he could only choose one, Rhett brought back his mental power. He felt a little sorry for the waste of physical improvement.

He guessed in his heart that if this magical weapon could be controlled, it would be able to play a greater role. Perhaps it would be able to finely control the direction of devouring and ascension, as well as control the switch of the devouring power.

However, the current fragments of the artifact are in an ownerless state. They operate by instinct, and the improvements they bring are all-round. For Rhett, waste is inevitable.

Fortunately, his demand for physical strengthening is not very high, so this loss is acceptable.

The alchemical iron box in front of him seemed to have research value. It would be a good choice to take it back and throw it into the alchemical tower. It should not be wasted, so Rhett put it into the space ring.

In the following time, Rhett continued to search Luoda's house.

Apart from the books found before, nothing particularly valuable was found. After all, Luoda already had a space ring in his hand. If there were other precious things, they must have been placed in the ring in advance.

After doing all this, Rhett was not in a hurry. He even drank cold beer at home and meditated to pass the time.

It was not until the night fell that Leiter quietly left Luoda's house. He came to the outskirts of the town, took the fire bike, and set off on his way home.

Dark Eagle City, Green Manor.

The scorching sun of midsummer hangs directly above Dark Rock Castle, and the afterglow of summer is fully blooming. The flowers in the entire manor are vying for beauty, and the lush trees on the green lawn are accompanied by the chirping of cicadas.

It was a relaxing afternoon, and housekeeper Sveta and Maru left the castle.

In a cluster of flowers, two people stood side by side, less than one meter apart, and trimmed the flower beds with large scissors in their hands.

Although this was not their job, they had made an appointment early on, and Sveta also informed the gardener Rachel in advance.

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