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The tables, utensils, and materials in the laboratory were the same as the last time Lucian came in to collect the dust of the wraiths, without any smell of strangers, only the wind blowing in from the vents in the secret place had a faint smell of sulfur.
Lucian kept his spellcasting focused and waited calmly for half an hour, the time when the Night's Watch left the vicinity and the cultists resumed their surveillance.
There was no movement from above the laboratory, and after confirming the safety, Lucian used his mental power to open many of the primary alchemy arrays engraved on the stone table one by one, and then took out a tube of resentful spirit dust, three black corpse mushrooms, dark black water ghost brain tissue that was still wriggling, and some other auxiliary materials from the material box where the "Organ Preservation" magic was applied.
Although twenty-four hours of magic effects had passed, with the help of cryolite and other materials purchased by Lucian, the water ghost brain tissue showed no signs of breaking.
This is Lucian's measure to prevent him from being unable to apply the "Organ Preservation" magic once a day due to delays.
Putting on gloves and picking up the sterling silver dagger, Lucian picked up a black corpse mushroom into the weighing alchemy array:
"6.72 grams."
While writing down the weight of the black corpse mushroom in the soul library and calculating the amount of other materials used, Lucian put it into a glass dish engraved with magic runes, and then took a dry glass beaker and weighed itself.
Pour the ghost dust into this beaker, Lucian observed the changes in the weighing alchemy array until these transparent shimmering dusts weighed about 3 grams.
After weighing ten grams of moonlight roses in the same way, Lucian took the silver shining sterling silver dagger with his white gloved hand and gently cut it into the deep black water ghost brain tissue.
It was like hiding countless insects twisting the water ghost brain tissue, wriggling violently, as if it felt great danger, and the cold and slippery nausea was transmitted to Lucian's brain through the fingertips of the glove, very clear.
Lucian's eyes appeared in front of countless water ghosts and ghosts with teeth and claws, their rotten skin and muscles, bloody teeth, and the stench made people feel terrified and disgusting.
But Lucian cut it coldly and without trembling, following the complex texture of the brain tissue to cut out the delicate tissue inside.
The water ghost and the resentful spirit disappeared suddenly, and the peristalsis of the water ghost's brain tissue returned to its original level, and it continued to calm down.
After dividing and determining the weight of the cut brain tissue with the weighing alchemy array and sterling silver dagger, Lucian took a thick black vessel resembling a casserole, placed it on the flame alchemy array and began to adjust the size of the flame.
The flame changed from dark red to crimson, orange, and golden yellow to stabilize to golden white.
Lucian first threw the black corpse mushrooms into the vessel, added a small amount of water, and then stirred with a glass rod.
Black corpse mushrooms are not like other plants, they will scorch and burst at high temperatures, but melt little by little, and the smell of decay gradually spreads out, but they are bound by the alchemy array inside the vessel.
As the black, viscous liquid tumbled out of bubbles, Lucian's hand unusually steadily added the Wraith Dust and Moonlight Rose Powder into it.
As soon as the three materials came into contact, a large amount of black and silver smoke came out.
The smoke kept expanding and contracting, as if there were countless souls fighting inside, and bursts of ethereal and terrible screams reached Lucian's ears, making Lucian begin to feel slightly nauseous and vomiting.
Lucian was unmoved, he endured all kinds of discomfort, his mental power manipulated the flame change, and the golden white flame turned pure white.
The black and silver smoke began to slowly merge and condense, taking on a pale color that resembled dead but not yet decaying human skin, making people feel chill and shiver.
As time passed by seconds, the smoke condensed into strange pale water droplets, Lucian saw the opportunity and threw the water ghost brain tissue into it with a sterling silver dagger.
The pale water droplets in the vessel seemed to have encountered a magnet, and they were all integrated into the deep black water ghost brain tissue, and in just one second, the water ghost brain tissue disappeared strangely.
The temperature of the entire magic laboratory dropped suddenly, becoming gloomy, and the pure white flames ignited a hint of shade of green, causing people to have indescribable palpitations.
Lucian took three steps back in a row in the empty laboratory, his internal organs rolling, extremely nauseous, and he almost fainted.
"This is attacked by a certain intensity of infrasound, and there is such a change in refining 'Crying Soul'?" Lucian retreated unsteadily while holding back his dizziness and judging the situation.
Then the difficult spell came out of Lucian's mouth, and a transparent circular wall surrounded Lucian, and ripples vibrated on the wall!
"Silenced barrier"!
After blocking the subsequent attack, Lucian recovered for a few seconds and continued to cast the "Luminous Technique".
Bright balls of light appeared in the empty laboratory, and under the strong light, you could see the dense and pale faces inside the vessel!
These faces were very transparent and blurry, and they could only barely see their facial features, but they exuded a strong resentment and eerie aura, and they were struggling to break free from the alchemy array, trying to get into Lucian's body.
It didn't look like a simple resentful spirit, but like a mixture of spirits and curses, if they got into the body, I was afraid that the end would be miserable.
One by one, strong light magic similar to the Luminous Technique appeared with Lucian's mysterious spells, and under their stacked intensification, these resentful blurred faces gradually disappeared.
When the laboratory returned to normal, Lucian saw that there was only a little residual black liquid left in the vessel, and it emitted a strong burning smell.
"The translation of the 'Weeping Soul' recipe on the Witch's Magic Notes should be error-free, maybe there are some limitations that she doesn't think are important or impossible to encounter, so there is no translation. This almost killed me." Lucian took off his gloves and wiped his cold sweat, "I have to find an opportunity to learn the words of the ancient magic empire in the future."
"I do it according to the recipe and process recorded by the witch, the only difference is that the water ghost brain tissue I use is mutated, and it is likely that something is wrong here." Lucian thought and re-analyzed the formula and process, and made a judgment.
According to witches, this recipe was only mastered by a very small number of magicians, and her ancestors only obtained it after an accidental exchange, so it was a very precise recipe, and a slight change in materials could cause failure.
Fortunately, Lucian's mutant water ghost brain organization only had a little more soul power, and there was no essential difference from the normal water ghost brain organization, so Lucian quickly thought of a way and decided to refine it again.
This time, Lucian used the darkest color and the best quality black corpse mushroom, and the process after that was exactly the same as the first time, and it went smoothly to the last step.
After taking a look at the "silenced barriers" and traps that restrained the spirit body that had been arranged in advance, Lucian calmly and calmly threw the cut water ghost brain tissue into the vessel, allowing it to absorb the pale and strange water droplets.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
A series of high-pitched cries came from inside the vessel, full of screams and misery, but they were offset by the muffling barrier.
The deep black water ghost brain tissue quickly faded and became dark and sticky.
This change was half recorded by the witch and half expected by Lucian, so he did not panic and almost coldly threw a small amount of auxiliary materials into the flames according to the steps.
The pure white flame burst out at once, enveloping the entire vessel, and then suddenly extinguished again.
The flames disappeared, and about thirty milliliters of liquid appeared in the vessel, light black, constantly bubbling, each bubble was a blurry, pale and vicious human face, they kept screaming, crying, people couldn't help but soften.
"No wonder it's called 'Crying Soul'."
Lucian cast his "mage's hand" and put this terrifying and eerie light black potion into a glass test tube.
After careful observation, after confirming that the light black bubble potion was consistent with the "weeping soul" described by the witch, Lucian gritted his teeth, raised his head, and poured the potion directly into his mouth.
"There is no time or material to test the properties of the potion! The witch shouldn't harm herself!"
The potions were not as bad as Lucian imagined, but the slippery and greasy feeling was a bit strange, and Lucian swallowed them smoothly.
"Uh, chicken smell?"
But soon, Lucian felt bursts of tingling in his body that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, as if it was about to tear his body apart piece by piece.
Countless cries echoed in his ears, and Lucian could no longer tell whether it was real or an illusion.
This extreme pain was irresistible to cast a spell, and Lucian could only squat down, then lay down, biting the cloth prepared in advance, rolling and rubbing on the ground, trying to alleviate the pain.
However, Lucian maintained the last unshakable sobriety in his mind:
"After these months of exercise, my body was originally better than normal people, but the potential for two overdrafts has become the same as that of normal people.
In pain, Lucian only felt that all his blood was boiling, rushing through his body, flowing towards every corner, and every blood vessel was swelling to the limit, as if it would burst at any moment.
Lucian's exposed skin, including his face, neck, and back of his hands, highlighted one blue blood vessel after another, looking hideous and terrifying.
A trace of blood mist evaporated from the blood vessels, completely wrapping Lucian like a blood-colored ball, and then penetrating in reverse.
In the severe pain of half awakening and half hallucination, Lucian gradually felt that his bloodline was separating, the most powerful was a deep and cold death force, which was suppressing other bloodlines and began to transform the body, but the "main star of fate projection" in Lucian's soul suddenly lit up, connected with the main star, and strangely appeared around the illusory meditation starry sky, so a bloodline that had been suppressed was strongly assisted, and it also grew rapidly, and expelled the power of death.
The two forces clashed fiercely with all the blood vessels inside Lucian's body as the battlefield, and Lucian, who still maintained a hint of sobriety, certainly hoped that the power of the stars would win, at least it was not so 'evil', and in his subsequent actions, the dark power might bring certain dangers and obstacles.
Just when Lucian thought that he would die of ruptured blood vessels and internal bleeding, death took over and was about to suppress the star power.
The blood flowing madly seemed to be soothing.
After all, this is a bloodline stimulated by potions, not Lucian's own ability.
(End of this chapter)