Chapter 605: Truth is a bird that cannot be caged

Amber Xiu did not take away Bater and the other mercury spirit figurines. He just cured their injuries and let them hide here and wait for orders.

This natural river of mercury is the most suitable environment for their growth. As long as they sink to the bottom of the river, ordinary demons will not be able to do anything to them.

Amberxiu's original idea was to let Bartel stay here to observe the movements of the demons. When necessary, he could use the magic mirror to tamper with this space channel at any time.

But Battelle had different ideas.

As a loyal believer of Ambersu, he consciously took Ambersu's wishes as the goal of his own efforts.

Although Bartel didn't know what Amber's real plan was, he knew that what Amber wanted to deal with was the demons, the vast sea of ​​demons that was so numerous that one could not see the end of it.

Battelle floated on the surface of the Mercury River, transformed his arms, pointed at the broken space in the distance and said, "Our enemies are over there! The Bone God wants to kill these demons, but we are too weak. Even if we join forces, it will be very difficult to kill one of them."

Previously, those winged boar demons could only be killed with the help of Amber's illusion. Without the help of illusion, these demons would only take a short time to tear them all to pieces.

Mercury Zombies have a high resistance to magic and are immune to some physical attacks, but they would be hard to survive if hit by an irresistible force.

For the first time since he was born, Bater intuitively felt his own weakness. The other mercury spirit figurines were also depressed. For the first time since the birth of the Kingdom of God, they truly felt the gap in power.

"The enemy is there!" Battelle emphasized again.

The other mercury zombies could only helplessly say: "But we can't win, there are too many of them!"

Battelle said: "We can have a lot of people. This is a mercury river, we will not lack food. My compatriots, are you willing to give everything for the Bone God?"

"willing!"

Different voices, simultaneous responses, all mercury zombies are willing to give everything for their creator.

Bater transformed into a human form, raised his right hand, and said loudly: "For the God of Bones! For our Creator, destroy these demons!"

The mercury spirits were all boiling with excitement, and they all turned into various forms of life, shouting loudly! After the excited declaration, a mercury spirit immediately said: "Batel, we can still split and reproduce twice. As long as you give us time, our number can fill this space!"

But Bartel shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. Although our descendants are growing fast, what can we do with our bodies alone? Those drooling demons have swords and armor, why do we only have our own bodies? Fellow countrymen, we have been blessed in the Kingdom of God, and our inherited memories contain countless alchemical knowledge. Can we only fight like beasts using claws and fangs?"

The other mercury ghosts were all lost in thought.

Bater's body suddenly rose taller, a long sword appeared in his left hand, and a mercury wand appeared in his right hand.

"The gods told us that the world has restricted our power, trapping the powerful evil Silver Gradient Ancestor in the kingdom of God. But the laws of the world only prohibit the transmission of power, but will not restrict the development of wisdom. We have inherited the wisdom and knowledge of all our ancestors since birth. Can't we use this wisdom to do more for the Bone God?!"

Bartel held up the mercury wand and began to recite a difficult spell. A ball of fire condensed on the wand. The fist-sized flame flew out more than ten meters and created a small charred pit on the shore.

Rocket magic can't even be called magic, it can only be considered a kind of trick.

Bartel had not practiced magic systematically, and this trick was one of the few magics he mastered.

"Magic and alchemy are the power of wisdom. Since we have been given wisdom, we must not waste it. Fellow citizens, please pray to our gods and ask them to grant us more knowledge so that we can conquer this world!"

Following Bartel's shout, the mercury spirits all began to shout: "For the Bone God!"

It’s a pity that Amber is still just a mortal now, and these beliefs can only be merged into his golden throne and become a part of the gold mountain that has long been incalculable.

The amount of gold converted from faith was so small that even Amber could hardly detect it.

But the Evil Silver Gradient in the Kingdom of God could sense it very clearly, because strictly speaking, the Evil Silver Gradient was the real god of the Mercury Spirit Figurines race, but starting from him, the object of faith of all the Mercury Spirit Figurines became Amberxiu.

Feeling the emotions conveyed by Battelle, the evil silver gradient like a hill spit out a few bubbles.

"Knowledge? Magic? Alchemy?"

The evil silver-gradient huge body shook, and then found that it did not understand any of this.

As the first mercury zombie, his IQ is still lower than that of a normal human being, and he is at most a child in his early teens. Physical strength cannot bring about a qualitative change in wisdom, and Battelle's request is an impossible task for him.

The evil Silver Gradient originally didn't want to pay attention to the request of Bater's great-grandson, but Bater said it was for the "White Bone God".

"Ah, for the Bone God."

The evil silver gradient squirmed helplessly and came to the huge magic mirror.

Communicating with Bater who was far away in the Abyss through his mind, the evil silver gradient responded in a deep voice: "Ask, I will get the answer from the magic mirror, and then pass all the knowledge to every member of the tribe."

The kingdom of the God of Alchemy owns the magic mirror's body, which naturally possesses all the powers of the magic mirror, including a lot of forbidden knowledge that only the God of Alchemy knows.

Bartel's understanding of magic is still very superficial, and he can easily get the answer from the magic mirror.

Then, this basic knowledge will flow out from the soul of the evil silver layer and be shared by all quicksilver zombies.

Depending on the aptitude of each mercury zombie, they learn and understand at different speeds, but compared to the learning methods of other races, this is undoubtedly cheating.

In just half a day, the magic level of the entire mercury zombie race was directly raised to a higher level.

Individuals like Bartel, who are naturally intelligent, mastered more than five kinds of magic in a short period of time. Although they were all low-level tricks, the speed was much faster than human wizards copying scrolls, and there were no side effects.

Amberxiu had just returned and was discussing with Parulil how to dig up the entire Blood River Battlefield, when he sensed the changes in the evil silver gradient.

"Why does this lazy guy suddenly love studying?"

However, Amber Xiu just sighed and said that learning is not a bad thing. Maybe in a few years, the Evil Silver Gradient will be able to help the God of Alchemy.

The God of Alchemy was even more excited, he didn't expect that the lazy guy and the idiot would study seriously one day, so he thought of turning on the time acceleration effect for the evil silver gradient, and giving him some wisdom spells from time to time.

However, the master and the disciple did not take it too seriously, because they had too many things to do.

Amberxiu was busy studying the Blood River Battlefield and had to be on guard against Xirik's trouble at all times, while the God of Alchemy directly took over the Magic Mirror's operations regarding the Alchemy Association.

The spell "Mirror, mirror tell me" is now known to everyone. Apprentices have been transformed into formal alchemists, and junior alchemists have passed the exams and been promoted to intermediate level.

However, this also caused the Alchemy Association to be extremely anxious.

There are more talents, but not enough positions.

Intermediate alchemists were supposed to receive a generous monthly subsidy, discounts on various magic materials, discounts on independent alchemy laboratories, etc. However, there were too many people who passed the exams, and the Alchemy Association could not afford to pay these promised benefits all at once.

Although Gustavo Flynn tried hard to suppress his discontent and immediately suspended the alchemist qualification examination, he knew that this was only a temporary measure.

Every alchemist will not be satisfied with the status quo, they will frantically acquire knowledge to climb to a higher position. The size of the Alchemy Association is not enough to satisfy so many alchemists, then the association will be destroyed sooner or later.

But Gustavo Fring couldn't see any solution.

There are only so many resources in reality, unlike knowledge, which can be copied and reproduced. The Dwarven Kingdom is so big, and the Alchemy Association controls so many factories. Even if some of the unworthy relatives were removed, the extra positions would still not be enough to satisfy so many people.

Gustavo Fring rubbed his temple. This was really too difficult.

Gustavo Flynn couldn't help but curse: "Don't they really care that their souls will be taken away by the devil? These lunatics!"

It is not without cost to exchange the magic mirror for knowledge. According to the devil, knowledge must be exchanged for knowledge. If you want the answer to alchemy knowledge, you need to exchange it with knowledge of the same level. Whether the deal can be made depends on the devil's mood.

Once the corresponding knowledge is unable to be paid, the soul will be taken away by the devil, but countless alchemists are still eager to engage in such a dangerous transaction.

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

Perhaps for them, being an apprentice for a lifetime is no different from going to hell.

It was just the details of the flame temperature, the direction of stirring, and even just a few seconds of difference in mixing. These knowledge that could be understood in one sentence were blocked by those high-ranking alchemists.

Being exploited like a slave by the instructor every day, and having your eyes gouged out if you take a peek at the alchemy notes, who wants to live a life like this?

Who doesn’t have a dream of becoming an alchemist? Who doesn’t want to become a superior person through learning?

It is in this situation that many apprentices and junior alchemists choose to give it a try.

Although many people failed and paid a heavy price, there were still many who succeeded and became official alchemists.

The introductory knowledge of alchemy is not difficult at all. The only two things most people lack in becoming formal alchemists are the learning channels and the extremely costly trial and error.

The older generation spent countless gold coins to come up with their own "secret recipes", but they would rather take them to their graves than teach them to their students.

But if these so-called secret recipes were made public, many alchemists would find that these things had actually been discovered by others long ago.

The blockade of knowledge was the way the Alchemy Association used to control these alchemists, but now this blockade has been torn apart by that devil, and the flow of basic knowledge that could not be prohibited has led to a rapid improvement in the bottom level.

Gustavo Flynn thought about whether to raise the judging level of alchemists, turning intermediate alchemists into junior alchemists, and junior alchemists into apprentices. Anyway, the difficulty of the exam would be increased. For him, it would not be a problem to produce a more difficult paper.

But as soon as this idea was proposed, it was opposed by all members of the Alchemy Association.

Not every alchemist is a legend. Even for high-level alchemists, who doesn't have relatives or friends in this field? Demoting them all means cutting off most of their original benefits.

Since they all refused, how could those alchemists who had just passed the exam agree?

If this system were to be implemented, the Alchemy Association would surely collapse quickly.

But it was no use dragging it out now, Gustavo Flynn had to solve this problem as soon as possible. This was not just a problem for the Alchemy Association, it would also affect his cooperation with the Goblin Bank.

Long time ago, when the New Alchemy Association was established, Gustavo Flynn encountered a serious economic crisis and had to borrow money from that group of crazy goblins. However, what he paid was not interest, but he was forced to participate in the goblins' crazy plan.

Now, Gustavo Flynn has been warned many times that if the Alchemy Association cannot solve this problem quickly, in order not to affect this secret plan, they will take over the entire Alchemy Association and kick Gustavo Flynn to the position of an employee.

Just as he was wondering what to do, the magic mirror on the table automatically lit up without any operation, and the God of Alchemy appeared on the mirror.

Gustavo Flynn had never seen the true appearance of the God of Alchemy. The last time they met, he was just a fictional incarnation of the god, which was very different from his current appearance.

But the moment he saw the God of Alchemy, Gustavo Flynn knew who the other person was. He looked at the person in the mirror in shock, and after a long time he said respectfully: "Wise and great god, are you here to tell me worse news?"

The God of Alchemy sighed and said, "Flynn, stop it. Alchemists should focus on academics. Fighting for power and profit will not do you any good."

Gustavo Flynn smiled bitterly and said, "So, all of this was done by you. I thought it was that damn lich."

Although the news of Amber's resurrection is still concealed, it is no longer a secret to many big shots. With such a big news in Hell, it is impossible that no one in this plane knows about it.

The God of Alchemy shook his head and said, "Your heart is filled with jealousy, and this emotion has affected your ability to think. You could have made other choices, but you still made the most greedy and wrong decision."

If Gustavo Flynn had not coveted Ambersu's property and had followed the example of the elves, Ambersu would not have plotted against the Alchemy Association, and Gustavo Flynn would not have ended up in his current situation.

However, these words seemed to anger the legendary alchemist. Gustavo Flynn said angrily: "You don't even hide your preference! You are the God of Alchemy, you should protect us alchemists, why did you choose this lich?!"

The God of Alchemy did not answer this question, but slowly talked about the past.

"Flynn, you first came into contact with alchemy when you were ten years old. Out of curiosity, you fused two potions together, which caused an explosion and injured your right hand. But not only were you not scared, you wrote a diary about it. Do you remember what you wrote at the time?"

Gustavo Flynn was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the God of Alchemy to talk about this. How did He know this? He himself was about to forget about it.

"I don't remember it anymore," Gustavo Fring gritted his teeth.

"Write it in your diary. When you become an alchemist, you will definitely write about this accident in your book so that other alchemists will know that doing this will cause an explosion. I also started paying attention to you from that day."

Has He been watching Him?

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! "Flynn, you were once like those apprentices, eager to know all the knowledge, and eager to share everything with others. I watched you grow up and watched you go astray. You were happy to share your discoveries with others, but in the end, you became a staunch supporter of blocking knowledge."

Gustavo Flynn said angrily: "This is the current situation of alchemy. We need funds and materials. How can we accumulate these things without monopolizing knowledge? We need tens of thousands of gold coins to try and make mistakes in one experiment. If we just make the formula public, others can copy it with just a few silver coins. I would have starved to death if we did this."

The God of Alchemy shook his head and said, "I am not discussing right or wrong with you. I am just telling you a reality. Just like water flows to the lowest place, gold is stable, and the youth potion cannot be separated from the magic materials of the elves. This is not right or wrong, it is a fact.

"The fact is, truth is a bird that cannot be caged. One day it will break free from its cage and fly in front of everyone. You have been blocking the knowledge of alchemy, but you have never prepared for this day. You say that I am biased, but I tell you, I have never given him any blessing in alchemy. On the contrary, the promotion of each of you legendary alchemists has been helped by me. I just didn't tell you."

(End of this chapter)