Chapter 288 Secret Technique
At the bottom of the crucible, in a layer of light blue colloid, there were dots of silver light, like stars dotted on a blue curtain.
This is the silver marrow made by refining a beaker of blue blood and combining it with bone marrow. The silver light is the essence of the bone marrow.
The main reason why silver marrow is difficult to refine is that the natural pollution in the raw materials is difficult to remove.
The two-headed chimera is an alchemical creature of flesh and blood. Even though this creature is close to a real life form, it always has a flaw - blood poison.
Blood poison is a pollutant that affects the spirit, and the blood and flesh of Chimera all carry this toxin.
In Clown's understanding, this was a special kind of evil virus, so he came up with the idea of using the Golden Light Curse to deal with it. After experimenting, he found that it was indeed the case.
The air is filled with the aroma of hot oil and hot chili peppers, which makes people's appetite increase.
He picked up the crucible with tongs, put it close to his nose, and carefully smelled the taste.
His cooking skills have been pushed to the limit. He has a super sense of smell and can judge whether something is harmful to the human body just by the taste.
After analyzing it for a while, he didn't find anything wrong, so he washed the spoon, picked up a small half spoonful and put it into his mouth.
The gelatinous silver marrow melts in the mouth, and the refreshing sweet flavor flows down the throat, just like drinking a glass of ice-cold drink in the dog days of summer, indescribably refreshing.
Crown could feel the juice flowing down his esophagus into his stomach, like a fire rising in a furnace.
All the pores on the body opened up, and white mist was steaming out from the top of the head. The body temperature rose sharply, but there was no discomfort at all, instead there was a refreshing feeling of blood boiling.
He held his breath and controlled the closure of his pores. The function of the silver marrow was to use the rising special fiery spiritual power to temper the bones and blood and accelerate the production of silver blood.
At this moment, Crown's body was like a furnace, locking in more and more fiery spiritual power, and began to practice fire breathing.
The amount of silver marrow taken this time was not much. After about five minutes, the spiritual power gradually exhausted, the burning sensation in the body gradually disappeared, and the body temperature returned to normal.
He closed his eyes slightly and summoned a wall of gold.
Silver marrow helps to refine the silver blood, and will naturally accelerate the growth of the breathing method.
[Flame Breath: 7276/50000; Level 4]
He grinned silently, and although he didn't laugh out loud, the corners of his mouth that were almost stretched to his ears revealed his mood.
In just five minutes, the proficiency of fire breath increased by as much as ninety points.
If he didn't use any auxiliary potions and just worked hard to improve his proficiency step by step, it would take him three or four days to achieve this little improvement.
Not only that, the tempering of the silver blood also promoted the growth of the Golden Light Curse. The growth was not much, only increasing the proficiency by a mere three points, but it was great news.
The main exercises and the secondary breathing methods complement each other, and the feeling of getting two benefits for one effort always makes people feel comfortable.
After thinking for a while, Clown understood that the essence of the Golden Light Spell was to enhance one's own life energy and improve one's life level. The flaming breath also refined the silver blood, and its purpose was the same as that of the Golden Light Spell.
If there is enough silver marrow, the progress of Fire Breath will be rapid, which will save a lot of time in gaining experience.
It is true that sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. Thinking of this, Clown immediately poured the remaining silver marrow into his mouth to temper the silver blood.
When the effect of the silver marrow ended, he took out Chimera's blood and bone marrow and began his happy alchemy time. If a person does something from the heart, he will ignore time and everything else that has nothing to do with it.
The next day, the rising sun dispelled the increasingly thick gray fog and spread its sunlight to the earth, and Crown was still busy.
At noon, the sky turned overcast and snowflakes began to fall again, but he was still busy . It was three o'clock in the morning.
"Huh," he let out a long breath, stretched his arms upwards, and stretched hard.
After working without sleep, without eating or drinking for a day and two nights, he finally refined all the raw materials into silver marrow, filling an entire rune crystal bottle.
After he finished his busy work and relaxed his tense nerves, he soon felt a heavy fatigue and his stomach began to growl. This was because he had consumed too much energy.
Even a silver-level transcendent cannot reach the level of eating wind and drinking dew to obtain energy. It is said that this is a realm that only gods can reach.
Crown took out a leather mat and sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and beginning to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.
As the thought arose, a full moon rose up, shining silently on his body. The cold divine will made him feel a little cold.
In the sea of consciousness, the silver half of the moon in the largest "star" radiates clear light, and there is peace and tranquility.
In the room, the temperature around him suddenly dropped several degrees. His body was like a cold jade statue, and the walls were rippling with light and shadow like water, shining brightly.
The full moon sinks into the center of my eyebrows, and the scorching sun rises.
His sea of consciousness was filled with golden light, and the temperature in the room quickly rose, like sunshine, and everything here was coated with a layer of gold.
The Golden Light Mantra was repeated over and over again. The hunger was not so urgent and the fatigue was relieved a lot.
He walked out of the underground alchemy room and saw Billy, who was guarding outside the door, dozing off against the wall.
According to the butler's rules, as long as Crown is in the mansion, the valet cannot rest until he goes to bed.
He once wanted to delete this inhumane regulation, but he never said anything.
Now it seems that this rule is reasonable. Otherwise, he can only wake up the cook himself to prepare food, but he has no idea which room the cook lives in.
Crown patted the servant's shoulder to wake him up.
Billy opened his sleepy eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, he stood up straight and said, "Sir, what do you want me to do?"
"I'm hungry. Tell them to prepare a sumptuous meal."
"The housekeeper knows that you have important things to do and have been late for dinner. The kitchen has prepared the ingredients and there are a few dishes that are ready to eat. Please wait a moment. I will wake up the cook right away."
Billy responded quickly and said, "Your Excellency, you can go to the restaurant and wait. There are some desserts and white wine prepared there."
Crown nodded and said with satisfaction: "Okay, go call the cook."
I thought to myself: 'This feels really good. Someone has considered some things for me in advance.'
Arriving at the restaurant, he ate his dessert and summoned a wall of gold.
[Alchemy: 1268/15000; Level 4]
Now refining high-strength gunpowder can no longer improve his proficiency in alchemy. Among the formulas he knows, only tempering mithril and refining silver marrow can improve his alchemy.
The special effect of the Refined Heart of the fourth-level alchemy helped me a lot. The success rate was much higher and the effect of the silver marrow obtained was also improved.
After eating and drinking, Crown visualized the Golden Light Mantra twice to speed up the digestion of food, and then fell into a deep sleep.
. . . .
The next day, when the sun was already high in the sky, Crown slowly got up.
After having a two-in-one breakfast and lunch, he came to the underground alchemy room.
He took out three rune crystal bottles and filled each with silver marrow as much as the bottle cap. These were to be given to the Archbishop and his men.
Without his ability, other people would most likely not choose to refine the silver marrow. It's not just that the effort is less than the reward and the several silver masters don't lack the money. The main reason is that the core materials needed for the advanced purification array are too scarce, and there is no chance to refine it.
Giving so much was equivalent to the amount of silver marrow refined in the first time, and he felt it was quite generous.
After distributing the silver marrow, Crown picked up the crystal bottle and took a big gulp.
After the refreshing and sweet feeling, a raging "fire" ignited in the stomach.
He immediately closed his pores and began to practice fire breathing, spending the entire afternoon practicing breathing techniques and visualizing the Golden Light Mantra.
The effect of silver marrow is extraordinary, but it cannot be taken in large quantities all the time. He decided to take a round every three days and consume the silver marrow in ten times.
A month passed quickly like this, and Clown used up all his silver marrow, finished practicing fire breath, and summoned the golden wall.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
[Golden Light Mantra: 108546/150000; Level 3]
[Flame Breath: 28541/50000; Level 4]
With the continuous improvement of the Golden Light Spell, the proficiency gained from releasing the Golden Light in the Alienated Land is gradually decreasing, and only more than seventy points can be obtained each time it is released.
Clown guessed that if the Golden Light Spell was advanced, the Alienated Land might lose the conditions for quickly improving proficiency.
With a large supply of silver marrow, Flame Breath has already gone halfway on the road from level 4 to level 5, which is unimaginable.
It has only been a few months since he became a silver rank. If he can get enough raw materials to refine silver marrow, he can advance to the fifth-rank extraordinary. Wouldn't he have the ability to magnify in the cult base?! I should go to the Holy Fire Cathedral, firstly to send the refined silver marrow over, and secondly to ask if there is any action to deal with the cult.
In his eyes, these cultists are not only the accomplices of the evil god, but also the nourishment for his growth.
Crown decided that if he faced the evil god behind these cultists one day, he would tell the evil god that he became as powerful as he is today because of the help of these cultists.
Using the enemy's spear to poke the enemy's shield, just thinking about it gives me an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
. . . .
Johnsburg, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.
In a room of a shabby tavern, Osman sat upright with a calm look, while Sarko hid in the darkness and stood by his side diligently.
After arriving in the Kingdom of Ribia, the Pope verified through other people the regularity of the appearance of the yellow-clothed monster and the reliability of the knowledge he instilled.
Those who went crazy due to the shock of knowledge were not crazy from the beginning. After accepting the light symbol of the yellow-clothed man, these people indeed behaved almost omnisciently and omnipotently.
Sako found it incredible that these foreigners who underwent the experiment could know some secrets of the Church of the Lord of Fire.
After the Pope's experiment was successful, he decided to personally follow that special ritual and accept the gift of "fate" in person.
Sarko, who never questioned the Pope's decision, said: "Your Majesty, if something happens to you, what will happen to the inheritance of the Church?"
He is the dark sword in the Pope's hand that cannot be exposed to the sun, but he is also a devout believer of the Church of the Lord of Fire.
If something unexpected happens to the Pope, the church will inevitably be greatly affected.
Osman raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice:
“The church has a plan for the sudden death of the pope, so there will be no problem with the succession.
The most secret inheritance of the church is kept in the core secret room of the sanctuary, and the token to open the secret room is kept by Theo.
If something happens to me, the other archbishops will elect the next pope. The new pope will be able to open the secret room by holding the token and activating the silver-level holy power. This is why all previous popes must be at least silver-level. "
The Pope laughed meaningfully, "Haha". If he couldn't replenish the source of his life further, he would eventually die quietly, and he was unwilling to accept that.
The taste of power is intoxicating. Now he has the opportunity to hold power for a longer period of time, so why not seize it? Sarko's figure slowly emerged and persuaded again: "Your Majesty, we can spend more time to experiment with a way to maintain our sanity after accepting the gift."
In his opinion, they had not yet figured out how to accept gifts without going crazy, and the Pope's decision was too risky.
Because those who did not go crazy among those who received gifts from the yellow-clothed man were not the best among all those who received gifts.
After a moment, Osman slowly spoke: "Some time ago, I sorted out the secrets of the church that only the Pope can access. There is too much content, and I have forgotten a lot of knowledge.
Now, I know the identity of this strange man in yellow.
This yellow-clothed monster appears once every thousand years, and each appearance lasts about a year.
According to the information we received, the first report of this yellow-clothed monster occurred ten months ago, or maybe even earlier. I don’t have time, and there is no next chance.”
The Church of the Lord of Fire certainly also has methods to replenish the origin, but they are relatively more demanding. Osman has calculated that by the time the conditions are met, he will have been dead for at least twenty or thirty years.
If you don't have time to wait for the god you believe in to save you, then you have to seize the opportunity yourself.
The room fell into a long silence, and Sarco merged back into the darkness. He realized that it was useless for him to say anything.
Now we can only pray to the gods and beg for protection for His Holiness the Pope, but will the gods protect a pope who does such a thing?
The night was dark and the grey fog was rising.
Osman walked out of the tavern alone with a yellow mark consisting of simple dots and twisted lines.
Sarco was ordered not to follow because when the yellow-clothed monster appeared, anyone nearby who did not carry the mark would die instantly.
The leader of the dark guards faced the direction of St. Peter's Basilica, half-knelt on the ground, and silently prayed for the Pope: "May the light of the Lord of Fire illuminate the way forward. When disaster strikes, may the Lord grant you wisdom. Praise the Lord of Fire, and may we be forever bathed in the holy light."
At one o'clock in the morning, Osman returned to the tavern without saying a word and said:
“I already understand why those people went crazy, and I will use mystical techniques to temporarily suppress the aftereffects.
If I am still awake after three days, kill me and let me return to the Lord in flames."
Sarko tightened his grip, nodded heavily, and saluted, saying, "May the Lord of Fire protect you."
"I will," the Pope smiled and nodded, crossed his hands on his chest, and lay down with his clothes on. Two days had passed, and in the eyes of the commander of the secret guards, the Pope was still sleeping, with various expressions changing on his face, including joy, excitement, fear, cruelty, mercy, and so on.
(End of this chapter)