20demayo #215 - Section 215
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Eye to eye, Rhode could only see a fanatical look, like that of a madman, in those crazed eyes.
What is this guy?
A monster?
Rhode shook his head, not quite like a monster.
Although a bit strange, one could clearly see traces of humanity on this guy.
Although he didn't know why a human would become like this, this guy was indeed human.
Moreover, a proper alchemist.
After all, the conditions for concocting a high-level magic potion like the Undead Plague were quite harsh.
Two prerequisites had to be met.
That is, to be proficient in both necromancy and alchemy, and at a level that was not too low.
Chapter 161: The Mysterious Castle!
The conditions for concocting a high-level magic potion like the Undead Plague were quite harsh.
Two prerequisites had to be met.
That is, to be proficient in both necromancy and alchemy, and at a level that was not too low.
Lacking any one of these factors, it would be impossible to concoct a true Undead Plague potion.
Even in the dark magic world, such people were extremely rare.
After all, both necromancy and alchemy required a great deal of effort to study.
Not to mention being proficient in both.
Rhode looked at the fanatical gaze mixed with reason.
Clearly, this guy was not an infected person infected with the Undead Plague.
But the creator of this plague.
Regardless of this guy's purpose, capture him first.
After all, such a dangerous guy would be too dangerous if left outside.
Power of Flame!
Rhode didn't hesitate and reached out his hand.
Instantly, a ball of blazing flames condensed in his hand.
Turning into a giant flaming palm, it carried scorching heat and destructive power, and grabbed towards the opponent swiftly.
What Rhode didn't expect was that the alchemist was unharmed after suffering this powerful flame attack.
Not only that, he seemed to be completely enraged by this attack, and a thick green poisonous gas suddenly permeated from his body, spreading wildly like a surging tide.
The flowers and plants on the ground withered and withered rapidly the moment they came into contact with this poisonous gas.
In the blink of an eye, the area within hundreds of meters was completely shrouded in this green poisonous gas, forming a terrifying death zone.
Rhode was proficient in alchemy, and he could roughly distinguish the composition of these poisonous gases at a glance.
The poisonous mist contained hundreds of different alchemical poisons, some of which even had toxicity comparable to the Undead Plague.
Rhode cast a dispel magic, trying to dispel the poisonous mist.
But the poisonous mist didn't move at all, and still swept towards him at an alarming speed.
In an instant, Rhode was completely enveloped in it.
A pungent smell rushed into his nose, and Rhode immediately felt a dizzy spell, and the strong toxicity began to erode his body and consciousness.
The next second, a powerful life force burst out from Rhode's body.
In an instant, all the poisonous mist that had invaded his body was swallowed up.
Not only did his physique become stronger than ordinary people, but the body fluids all over his body also became the most poisonous poison in the world.
Such guys were also called Poison Warlocks in ancient times.
They were war weapons specially cultivated by some crazy alchemists.
The cultivation of a Poison Warlock required a lot of rare resources, and their lifespan was extremely short, often only twenty years.
However, once they were deployed on the battlefield, they could easily wipe out a legion of thousands of people.
Moreover, the pollution caused by their death would make the land within dozens of miles barren, and no living beings could survive.
Because they were too notorious, they, like the Undead Plague, were expressly prohibited from being manufactured and researched.
If it were just a Poison Warlock, he wouldn't be so surprised.
However, an alchemist using his own body as a culture vessel to refine himself into a Poison Warlock was a bit incomprehensible to him.
After all, who would do such a thing except for a madman.
The alchemist's body had been eroded by a large number of alchemical poisons for a long time, and it had extremely high resistance to magic and physical damage.
Ordinary magic attacks hit him like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.
Physical attacks were like ants trying to shake a tree, making it difficult to cause effective damage.
"A bit troublesome."
Rhode frowned, and the Chaos Blade instantly appeared in his hand, and the two chain blades flickered with cold light, and with the waving of his arm, attacked the alchemist like a storm.
Although this fierce offensive left deep scars on the opponent's body, severely damaging his body, those wounds quickly healed as before at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The flame of burning the spirit was burning on the alchemist's body, but it could not cause effective damage.
The pain brought by the burning of the spirit completely enraged this guy.
The fat alchemist opened his mouth and spat out a large mass of viscous liquid, trying to attack Rhode.
Rhode flashed, and nimbly dodged this disgusting attack.
The mucus fell on the ground, instantly corroding a huge pit in the ground.
Hundreds of highly toxic alchemical poisons were fused, this guy was simply a mobile biochemical weapon, a single hair and saliva on his body could instantly kill people.
Rhode frowned tightly, thinking to himself.
Although this guy's attack methods were simple, his defense and life force were ridiculously strong, and he really couldn't do anything about this guy for a while.
There were only two ways to deal with this guy now.
Either, slowly grind him to death.
Or, fight poison with poison.
The reason why Poison Warlocks were powerful was because they contained various alchemical poisons in their bodies.
These poisons, when existing alone, would only cause people to die instantly.
However, after special treatment, mutual fusion will produce a certain alchemical reaction.
However, this balance was quite fragile.
If a targeted alchemy potion was prepared, the balance of alchemical poisons in the Poison Warlock's body could be easily destroyed.
Hundreds of alchemical poisons raged at the same time, without him doing anything, this guy would die on the spot.
However, such a good material was quite suitable for refining his third alchemical apostle.
It seemed a bit too wasteful to destroy it directly.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Rhode's mind, and he thought of the power of death he had just obtained.
"Magic can't deal with this guy, can't even divine power be blocked?"
Try it, it's just a waste of a little divine power at most.
Although divine power will be consumed, it will slowly recover.
Thinking of this, the Chaos Blade in Rhode's hand began to change, gradually transforming into the shape of the Reaper's Scythe.
At the same time, pure white wings instantly appeared behind him, and a powerful aura permeated.
Rhode's figure disappeared instantly, and the next moment he appeared in front of the alchemist like a ghost.
The Reaper's Scythe in his hand swung out suddenly, with a wisp of powerful death divine power blessed in it.
In an instant, the scythe passed through the alchemist's body without any hindrance.
The alchemist, who was still struggling to resist, stiffened all over and instantly lost his ability to move.
The breath of life on his body dissipated rapidly, and a strong breath of death began to permeate.
Rhode stared at the Reaper's Scythe in his hand, and saw a fresh soul hanging on the scythe.
The face of the soul was twisted, and the pain of penetrating the body made his face full of pain.
Rhode glanced at the soul struggling on the scythe, and without hesitation, directly cast a sealing magic to seal the soul.
He planned to refine the body and soul of this alchemist into the third apostle.
However, although he now had the materials and soul, he still lacked the most critical soul crystal.
The two soul crystals he had obtained before came from the treasury of the Tinderbox.
And in that last treasury, there should still be a soul crystal, which is the core of the third treasury's alchemical guardian.
With his current strength, he could try to take down the third soul crystal.
Moreover, he could also obtain the last inheritance by the way.
In the first two inheritances, he obtained the Sigh of the Dead and the Immortal Armor, two powerful magic treasures.
I wonder if this last treasury will bring him a surprise.
Rhode put the soulless body of the Poison Warlock and the sealed soul into his personal space.
With these two key things, as long as he could successfully obtain the third soul crystal, he could successfully refine the third alchemical apostle.
After solving the source of this Undead Plague, Rhode turned around and returned to the village.
The Death Apostle saw Rhode's return and immediately greeted him.
"Father."
"I have something I need you to do."
Rhode looked at the Death Apostle and directly explained his intentions.
His purpose this time was to take the Death Apostle to the Kingdom of Alman.
The Kingdom of Alman was about to face the invasion of the Marquisate of Kris.
Although with his current strength, it was not a problem to solve this war alone.
However, the soldiers of the Marquisate of Kris were all precious resources in his eyes.
As long as the Death Apostle could kill these soldiers, all the killed soldiers could be transformed into members of the Evil Spirit Legion.
How could he easily let go of such a great opportunity to expand the scale of the Evil Spirit Legion?
What a waste.
Moreover, repelling the invasion of the Marquisate of Kris was also a fulfillment of his promise to the King of Alman.
He had plowed Elori inside and out several times, and he could be considered half a son-in-law of the Earl of Alman.
Naturally, he couldn't sit idly by and watch Elori's country be destroyed by the Marquisate of Kris.