Chapter 541 Alvasa

Rubart arrived at the blacksmith's workshop at 8 a.m. as usual.

He first inspected the work progress of each small workshop yesterday and found that all of them had been completed in excess. He was very satisfied and a smile appeared on his face.

Since the blacksmith shop has increased its staff, the repetitive work that does not require any technical skills has been done by the apprentices. The low-level blacksmiths can complete their assigned tasks faster and have more time to observe the work of the senior blacksmiths.

He applied to the church to add a reward mechanism, which required senior blacksmiths to guide junior blacksmiths, and if the junior blacksmiths they followed made significant progress, they would be rewarded with money and honors.

Therefore, senior blacksmiths are also happy to answer questions from lower-level blacksmiths.

The gods' spirits can quickly obtain large amounts of metal. With sufficient materials and the most energy- and time-consuming primary processing already completed, the blacksmiths' efficiency is incomparable.

Everything was moving forward in an orderly manner. The church's armory had already stored a large number of weapons and armor, enough to equip tens of thousands of people, and the number was still increasing at a rate of about 250 sets per day.

When Rubart finished his inspection and was about to start the day's work, his disciple came to report: "Teacher, Master Zeb Velik, the magician, is here to visit and is waiting in the reception room."

Rubate was suspicious because he had no contact with the magicians on a daily basis.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he thought of a possibility, and quickened his pace to walk ahead.

The disciple didn't know what had happened and why the teacher was so anxious, so he trotted after him.

Walking into the reception room, Rubate took a quick glance and immediately recognized who was Zebu - an old man with gray hair and a shiny, intelligent forehead.

"Master Zebu, why are you here?"

Zeb stood up from his chair, his kind eyes sparkling with wisdom.

"Sir, I mainly study the application of micro-magic arrays, and I am a fourth-level magic array master.

Under the order of Archbishop Nick, I have come to assist Your Excellency in forging a new type of armor.

I brought my own students with me. When do we start?"

Rubate was overjoyed to hear the answer he wanted, and was delighted that Nick approved his plan so quickly this time.

"Don't be in a hurry, how much do you know about my plan, Master?"

“The Archbishop has given me the basic information, and I fully understand your idea.

To be honest, I have been conducting research in this area outside of work.”

Zebu smiled and said that unlike his colleagues who liked to study various large magic arrays, he usually liked to incorporate magic arrays into various small things and create many interesting gadgets.

In his opinion, magic circles should be able to be used to change all aspects of life, so as to inspire more people to study magic circles.

Rubart was even more delighted. He rubbed his hands excitedly and said eagerly, "I wonder if I can listen to your opinion? After all, I am just a blacksmith. I can copy the magic circles of the masters, but it is too difficult for me to create magic circles."

He paused, then laughed:

"Master, please take a seat! Let's talk slowly."

The two sat down, and Zebu took out a stack of blueprints four fingers thick, patted them with his hands and said:

"Your Excellency proposed to create armor that can resist the impact of mental pollution. I think we need to design two different magic arrays.

The breathing method learned by the knights of the church is different from the meditation method learned by the priests. The breathing method trains the source of life to be as blazing as the summer sun, focuses on killing, and has a strong ability to purify the laws of pollution.

The holy power that priests meditate on nourishes the soul like moonlight, and focuses on tenacity, allowing it to withstand the impact of pollution for a longer period of time. "

Rubate kept nodding his head, and suddenly realized:

“The energy source of the knights’ armor is the source of life, while the energy source of the priests’ armor is holy power.

The different energy sources mean that the inlaid arrays cannot be the same."

The two chatted incessantly, both feeling that they had met too late.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

Zebu said with a flushed face: "Humans are constantly emitting energy. I was thinking, what if we could collect the escaping energy and store it in armor?

This will greatly save the energy consumption of knights and priests, and at the same time enhance their combat effectiveness. The key issue now is what to use as the storage core."

His research had never been taken seriously by his colleagues, but now someone was willing to listen to him, which greatly encouraged him. The feeling of being recognized was so wonderful that he felt his thinking had quickened.

"Will a small energy crystal core be okay?"

Rubate suggested that due to the use of holy crystals, the church's demand for energy crystal cores has been greatly reduced.

As far as he knew, a large number of crystal cores were stored in the church's secret vault.

Zeb shook his head: "The equipment we manufacture is standardized, which means that there is no problem for you to use this set of armor, and other people can also play the same combat role when wearing it.

The quality of energy crystal cores varies, so the armor loses some universality.

You are also a transcendent. You can immediately feel the slightest difference in your equipment. This subtle difference will cause inconvenience in a long battle and affect your combat effectiveness.

The best approach would be to find a new energy storage core to replace it, with the same specifications and minimal differences.”

Rubart scratched his head. From what the other party said, the core needed to be mass-produced, and he had no way of getting such a core.

Zebu coughed and said:

“Sir, this project is led by you, and I am just assisting.

The Archbishop has given us a task, and of course we must do our best to do it well. It is inevitable that we will encounter difficulties.

For those problems that are beyond our capabilities, we can submit reports and ask the Archbishop to help coordinate and resolve them."

After witnessing the miraculous uses of Holy Crystal, Zeb realized that if he could produce a miniature "Holy Crystal", he would be able to solve all the problems he had encountered before.

However, he was just an ordinary fourth-level array master and did not have the energy to ask other departments to cooperate in the production of this kind of micro holy crystal.

Now, he saw his opportunity.

He has no energy, but the project leader does. He is a fifth-order transcendent and can be considered a high-ranking figure in the church. Moreover, he is also a master craftsman, and the energy of this identity is hundreds or thousands of times stronger than his.

The approval of the other party's idea meant that the archbishop was very optimistic about the project, so there was a 50% chance that his own wish could be realized.

“I tried to apply, but there is no guarantee of results.

We will first make a sample without the energy storage array and then apply. The success rate will be higher if we make something successful first. After getting approval, we can try to change the array drawing.

Is the sunk cost of doing this high? Will it significantly affect work efficiency? "

Zebu waved his hands hastily and said with a smile: "It has no impact at all. The energy storage array can be solved by simply adding a few energy circuits. I am very skilled in this matter.

Sir, which kind of magic circle should we create first?"

Rubart said, "It's used by knights. After I make the armor, I can experiment with it myself. It will be more efficient."

"Okay, I have a similar magic circle sketch. I can make a basic version of the magic circle by modifying it. I can modify it while experimenting."

"You draw the rough outline of the magic circle first, and I can start working at any time."

Rubate nodded. The two of them didn't know yet how great an impact their research would have on the world in the future.

At this stage, the proficiency of the Golden Light Mantra is increasing too slowly, and Clown can only meditate at night every day.

What he practices the most now is the Sun and Moon Rotation Technique. This breathing method has given him a stronger physique, and his body has become completely immune to attacks below the sixth level.

As the breathing method was practiced, his body was cleansed alternately by the solar and lunar laws, like a piece of fine iron that was slowly being hammered to remove impurities.

His skin was as crystal clear as jade yet extremely tough, and there was a faint gleam of light on his hair.

Under the continuous tempering of the Taiyin Thunder Seal and the Taiyang Thunder Seal, his bones became harder and his bone marrow could produce more golden blood. Now his divine blood was like lead and mercury.

Every contraction and relaxation of the heart transports a large amount of energy that can meet the combat needs of a sixth-level transcendent for half a day.

It can be said that apart from his appearance, he is still a human being, but the essence of his life has long surpassed that of humans and reached another realm.

Alchemy is the second skill that takes up the most time for him. Studying alchemy at this stage gives him a feeling of becoming the creator himself.

As long as he is willing to spend time and divine power, a piece of ordinary mud can be transformed into mithril.

He felt that he had mastered a code, and the transformation tracks between all things became clearer and clearer.

Putting aside the issue of good and evil, the law of pollution is no different from the law of the sun, the law of the moon, the law of fire, etc. They are all a kind of application of energy, and all things themselves are the embodiment of some or more energies.

Studying alchemy gave him a whole new perspective on the world.

At this stage, every improvement in proficiency in alchemy is a spark of collision of thoughts.

Unlike others who had been groping their way forward, Crown was surprised to find that he had an advantage that no one else could match.

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

If others want to make progress, they must go through many trials and errors to know whether the path is feasible, but he can judge by observing the increase in proficiency, which greatly saves time and energy.

If his thinking was correct, he would get more or less feedback on his proficiency regardless of the results of the alchemical experiment.

If there is something wrong with his thinking, his proficiency in alchemy will not increase at all. He only needs to change his idea, and the cost of trial and error is extremely low.

Ten days passed quickly. When Clown was immersed in playing the role of "Creator", a golden Taoist seed in his sea of ​​consciousness flashed with silver light.

Now, the Tao seeds in his sea of ​​consciousness are like the stars in the sky, too numerous to count.

If the sea of ​​consciousness had not expanded many times, so many golden light seeds would probably have been crowded together like ripe grapes.

He finished his experiment and glanced at the golden wall.

[Alchemy: 6616/500000; Level 6]

He was very satisfied that his proficiency in the sixth-level skill could continue to increase at an extremely high speed.

Crown read the message from Planck and his eyes lit up slightly.

"Your Majesty, the town of Lorente has found the suspected hiding place of the evil god."

"Keep scouting. I'm leaving now. Try not to arouse the enemy's suspicion."

Time to get to work. Crown restrained his divine power and tried his best to avoid leakage of power.

If he flew without concealment, it would inevitably cause the laws of the void to vibrate. The evil god would have fled long ago when he sensed the danger.

This time I'm going to sneak over there, so I'd rather go slower.

He left the manor and slowly walked into the gray fog.

Due to the restraining power, his skin was pitch black, as if it swallowed up all the light.

The gray mist clung to his skin, feeling slippery and cold.

As he stayed in the gray fog longer and longer, he could increasingly feel the temptation and malice emanating from the entire gray fog.

It has been a long time since he had this kind of experience. Although it did not affect him at all, it also reminded him that the influence of the gray fog was getting stronger and it was far from time to relax.

Like a fish, Clown swam slowly in the gray fog, getting closer and closer to the town of Lorente.

When he landed in the church hall, he immediately saw Planck running towards him with a roll of something in his arms.

"Your Majesty, you are here!"

Gangplank was anxious. Normally, it only took a few minutes for the gods to travel from Shattrath to Lorente. Today, he thought they were delayed by something because it was so busy. He was afraid that the wandering suspected evil god would lose its trace.

He spread out the map and said, "Your Majesty, the red marked area is where the target appears.

Nearly a hundred members of our search team have lost contact, and many others are behaving abnormally.

In order not to alert the enemy, I did not restrict their freedom, but only sent people to keep a close watch on them."

Crown imprinted the map in his mind. The missing people and the abnormal people were all near a desolate hill.

He nodded slightly and said:

"Well done. If the information is correct, I will definitely reward you. Wait for my news."

He didn't stop and set off directly.

Planck watched him leave slowly, and something suddenly occurred to him.

"I see. The gods are afraid that the enemy will flee, so they are planning a surprise attack!"

Clown left the illumination range of the Moon Soul Spiritual Light Array and entered the gray fog without causing any ripples.

Alvasa squatted on a black hill. It was huge, more than thirty meters tall, without a head. Its neck was open to form a toothless dark mouth, and the gray fog was constantly swallowed by it.

Since waking up in the darkness, it has been enjoying devouring the gray fog.

There is a lot of information hidden in the gray fog, and it contains a lot of delicious emotional power.

For some reason, it just felt inexplicably irritated, and it had no idea where this emotion came from, which made it even more anxious.

Crown walked in the gray fog with his eyes closed, but everything under the gray fog was visible.

There is mental power in his eyes, and at his level, his eyes even contain the fluctuations of the laws.

If he was really tracking the evil god, he would be noticed by the enemy the moment he saw him.

The evil god has all kinds of strange abilities. If you let him escape, you will lose experience points!

Although his speed was not fast, he was slowly approaching the target area. About an hour later, he saw a continuous black sand dune and the gravel was shaking slightly.

Clown felt neither sad nor happy, and continued to move forward in the direction of the earthquake source.

Another five minutes later, he met the person who caused all this.

A humanoid headless monster was waving four dark green tentacles that were more than ten meters long, whipping the sand dunes frantically.

The dream matched that of that ordinary person. Judging from the spiritual strength, it is indeed at the seventh level, but it is a very weak one.

But I don’t mind!

Crown slowly approached, then activated time travel to immediately approach the target.

Time stood still, in the sun realm, when the golden light shone, Alvasa was horrified to find that a powerful enemy had appeared.

It was too late, his body dissipated into grains of sand in the blazing light.

'One little friend at a time, wonderful!'

Feeling the warm currents flowing into his body from the void, Crown laughed out loud.

(End of this chapter)