Chapter 289: The Magic

of Flying Karu is a wizard who specializes in necromancy. He spends more time dealing with corpses and various spirits than with normal people.

An ordinary iron ingot, several human bodies, regardless of life or death, and finally five pure souls are mixed together and placed into a magic circle for smelting, and finally an abomination is obtained.

The abomination looked like a stitched-up corpse, with stitches as thick as little fingers all over its body and no neck.

Its right eye was the size of a child's fist, with a lot of white and a very small pupil, and its left eye was sewn together with sutures.

In his left hand was a huge black machete, and in his right hand was a thick black iron chain. Behind him was an arm, also holding a black machete, and the machete and iron chain were covered with green and yellow slime.

There was a bloody hole on the chest that was larger than an adult's head, and one could see the beating organs inside. Around the bloody hole, there were bone spurs covered with yellow mucus.

These very common materials are smelted through magic circles to obtain a powerful combat unit that can even slaughter a team of extraordinary people.

As he mastered more and more necromancy spells, Kalu felt that penetrating the mysteries of life and soul and realizing the true meaning of death were the greatest things.

He tried to create real life, not creatures that could only obey their masters' orders and succumb to their killing instincts.

After a long period of research, he created a creature with its own thoughts - the two-headed chimera.

This creature is huge in size, has tough skin and strong defensive power, can fly, has magical powers and can cast spells to attack, and is almost a perfect creation.

The only drawback is that it is not able to reproduce.

Perhaps for other necromancers, it is a huge success, but for a wizard who aspires to become a creator, it is far from enough. Kalu wants to create a completely new species with the ability to reproduce.

He worked harder to study what form life takes, how the soul and body are connected, how the origin of life affects organisms, etc. These were all the objects of his research . Collecting all kinds of knowledge and experimenting with spells were Kalu's favorite things to do, and he didn't feel bored at all.

Kalu overcame difficulties one after another, but more mysteries arose.

Kalu was very distressed. He felt that the more he understood, the more ignorant he felt. He thought how great it would be if he could acquire endless knowledge.

By chance, he received a summoning ceremony.

This is a seemingly unreliable summoning ritual. Holding a seal made of strange symbols composed of yellow dots and lines, calling out "Hastur" at midnight, one can summon the Yellow King and gain endless knowledge.

Even though it felt unreliable, Kalu decided to give it a try. What if it was true?

He strictly followed the ritual, holding a special seal in the dark night and calling out the name of the King in Yellow.

I tried for several nights in a row, but nothing happened.

Kalu thought to himself that he had been bewitched and believed such nonsense, so he forgot about the ceremony.

After a long time, Kalu's life is about to come to an end, and he still has not fulfilled his long-cherished wish of creating a new species.

Before he died, he recalled the summoning ceremony that was performed on certain nights in the past.

For some unknown reason, Kalu decided to give it one last try, with no loss if he failed.

He recreated the mark and walked out of his house at midnight, calling the name of the King in Yellow.

This time, he succeeded.

Kalu got endless knowledge as he wished, and he understood the reason why the two-headed chimera could not reproduce.

The life origin of this magical creature is flawed and of course it does not have the ability to reproduce, but he already knows how to make up for the flaws in its life origin.

Unfortunately, Kalu was already old and frail, unable to bear the sequelae of endless knowledge infusion, and died soon. Osman Druk felt that he was experiencing different lives. Sometimes he was a nobleman, sometimes a farmer, or a diligent missionary, or a necromancer. He laughed and suffered with the experiences of these people. But no matter which kind of life it is, they all have one thing in common, they must have some outstanding achievements in some aspects and possess unique knowledge.

Countless memories came flooding in like a tide. Osman used secret techniques to lock those memories that were obviously of no help to him into the maze. This was the confidence he had to accept the summoning ceremony.

As the Pope who is in charge of the great church, he is not a gambler. It is impossible for him to gamble purely on the illusory luck without any certainty.

Gradually, the memory maze was filled up. Although there was still a lot of knowledge and experience that had not been digested, it no longer posed a major threat to him.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Your Holiness, are you awake?!"

Sako shouted in surprise. There were only five or six hours left until the time the Pope ordered. If the other party had not woken up by then, he didn't know if he could do it.

To kill or not to kill is a difficult decision.

Now, he doesn't have to make this difficult choice.

'Pope, are you calling me?'

Osman's eyes were not focused at all. Every bit of knowledge he acquired was a shock to his consciousness. For a moment, he could not tell whether it was an illusion or reality.

When he didn't hear the answer, Sarko's heart skipped a beat and he asked carefully again, "Your Majesty?"

After a long while, Osman finally regained consciousness and he let out a sigh of relief.

It was only with such difficulty that he managed to get through it thanks to the targeted secret techniques. If he didn't have them, he might have really gone crazy due to schizophrenia.

"I'm feeling better, Sarko."

Osman smiled and nodded to the loyal commander of the secret guards: "I have achieved what I wished for. I will leave tomorrow and return to St. Peter's Basilica."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

. . . .

In the morning, Crown came to the blacksmith shop, and by the time he finished work at noon, he had forged ten extraordinary weapons.

With forging abilities at the ultimate level, this little bit of work was as easy for him as eating and drinking.

His efficiency made three senior blacksmiths, Rubate Milou, Aaron Cole and Jim Lavav, envious. It took them two days to grind out a qualified product.

Del patted several people on the back one by one, and said with a proud smile: "Comparison is dreadful. Ladies and gentlemen, you don't know that the Bishop is already a fourth-level transcendent.

The Bishop's current strength is at the same level as His Holiness the Pope. It's simply uncomfortable to compare with the Bishop."

He thanked the Lord of Fire countless times in his heart for allowing him to follow such a powerful person.

Rubate sighed: "I don't envy His Excellency the Bishop for becoming a fourth-level extraordinary person, but I am very jealous that people who become fourth-level extraordinary people are much better at forging iron than us."

Aaron and Jim nodded in unison. It was okay for a person to be excellent in one aspect, but it would be very discouraging if a person was excellent in many aspects.

They had often heard Del brag about the bishop's power. Apart from his extraordinary strength, as long as the bishop was willing to learn swordsmanship, shooting, potion making, etc., he would be able to learn them quickly and master them all.

Del has become numb to the Bishop's all-round powerful performance. He would only find it abnormal when the Bishop failed to master new abilities quickly.

He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, let's go eat. We have a lot of orders recently, so we must work hard."

Del knew that the war was approaching, so he kept urging several senior blacksmiths.

Several people chatted and laughed as they walked into the cafeteria in the backyard of the blacksmith shop.

After finishing his work, Crown came to the warehouse and devoured the essence of the metal ingots that had accumulated during this period.

After his spirit control became powerful, it didn’t take him much time to use Gold Devouring.

After several ingots of fine iron were swallowed, he released the alloy armor.

Golden light flowed, and a layer of metal armor wrapped around his entire body.

The armor is made entirely of metal essence and is three millimeters thick. In terms of defense, it can withstand the piercing damage of a third-order extraordinary person.

He stood still, and it took a third-level extraordinary person to poke for a while before breaking his defense.

If the spirit is controlled and possessed, the alloy armor can withstand the attacks of a fourth-level transcendent for a period of time.

The amount of spiritual power required to maintain the alloy armor is not much. Only when the armor is damaged and repaired will more spiritual power be consumed.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He used four metal essences: copper, iron, lead and tin, each with its own characteristics.

Iron essence has the strongest hardness, lead essence is very corrosion-resistant, copper essence is soft and can disperse stress, and tin essence is extremely light and has a specific gravity less than air.

Now, the metal essence that makes up the outer layer of the alloy armor is the essence of iron and lead. The armor has extremely strong defense against both physical damage and elemental damage.

The inner lining is copper essence, which can deal with blunt force injuries, disperse the impact to various parts of the body, and quickly transmit it to the ground through the feet.

Klauen's defense also includes the body defense of a fourth-order transcendent, the passive effects of Rock Breathing, golden body protection, and source armor, a total of five layers of defense.

It can be said that if he fights with opponents of the same level, he will naturally be invincible.

If I have to say there is a shortcoming, it is that it cannot fly.

If you are surrounded, it will still take a lot of effort to escape.

But will I be trapped? It seems not.

Crown didn't think that day would come, but he could find a way to make up for this shortcoming. He had already thought of an interesting experiment.

As his mind turned, a pair of rose-gold wings immediately grew out of his back, and the feathers that made up the wings were clearly visible and lifelike.

The tin essence itself is silver, but it is smudged by the gold light, thus forming a pure rose gold color.

Crown let the spirit attach to his body, controlled the wings to start flapping, and his feet slowly left the ground.

'I should have thought of that sooner.'

Crown was so surprised and excited that the control of his wings became a little disordered and he fell back to the ground, but it did not affect his happy mood at all.

Although he was only twenty centimeters off the ground just now, it was an epic progress.

What we need to do now is to keep the spirit's thinking synchronized with his, and then use the spirit to control the flapping of the wings. Just practice more.

After the joy, Crown hurried to the cafeteria to eat some food, then returned to the warehouse and started practicing immediately.

With his current abilities, he doesn't need to go outside to practice, because he can't fly high or fast, and he doesn't need such a large space. The empty warehouse is enough for him to practice.

The first thing he practiced was taking off. He did not use the strength of his legs, but only relied on the flapping of his wings to lift his body up.

Perhaps due to his weight, the process was not particularly smooth. His wings flapped wildly and his body began to slowly rise.

When his head was about to touch the top of the warehouse, he reduced the frequency of his wings flapping, descended to mid-air, and then maintained a certain flapping frequency while hovering in the air.

After practicing for a while, I could complete both ascending and descending quickly.

Then Crown began to practice turning, and that's when he started to suffer.

For example, when Iron Man first experimented with his armor, it was easy for him to fall from the air while practicing turning.

Fortunately, he has physical fitness far superior to Tony Stark, and he can support himself with his hands and feet even if he falls to the ground.

With constant practice, Yu Ling’s thinking became more and more in sync with his own. When he was able to make a smooth turn, a faint sense of joy arose in his heart.

After years of hard work, Crown understood that this should be the generation of a new skill!

He remained suspended in the air, summoning the golden wall.

As expected, a line of small blue words was found in the skill bar on the far right side of the golden wall.

[Flying Magic: 2/10000; Level 1] (Compared to birds, you are clumsy in flying, but compared to humans, you are an angel flying in the sky)

Jin Qiang has done good deeds today. Although the first half of the sentence is a bit ironic, the second half is still pleasant to the ear.

Crown's eyes sparkled. This was the first time he had created a skill, and it was of great significance.

This means that he will be able to perform more tricks in the future. If he doesn’t have the right skills, he can create one.

There are only two combat skills left for him to work on recently: Golden Light Curse and Fire Breath. These two skills complement each other, and improvement of one can drive improvement of the other.

Now that there is one more, the flying skill also needs to be developed as soon as possible.

If he could fly fast enough, he could go to the cultists' camp alone to lure the two-headed chimera.

He was not afraid even if he encountered a fourth-level enemy. He felt that with his current combat power, he would not be afraid at all when facing siege from several enemies of the same level.

However, before executing the plan, we must have a good discussion with the Archbishop and others to verify whether this speculation of being invincible at the same level is an illusion.

Thinking of this, Crown immediately walked out of the warehouse, found Del, and instructed: "Recently I need a large amount of tin ingots. Please allocate some manpower to refine more. In addition, please contact the smelter in the mine and purchase a batch of tin."

If you want to fly fast, having a pair of strong wings is a prerequisite. Human bones are not hollow like birds. If the wings are not big enough, it is really difficult to fly fast.

Del asked in return: "Are there any specific requirements for the quantity of tin ingots?"

“The more the merrier.”

"I understand. I'll do it right away. Someone has been clearing the snow on the railroad tracks connecting Hamers City and the mines. You will be able to see a large number of tin ingots tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)