Age of Adepts

Chapter 139: Wizard Rated Demon Puppets

Swamp tower level 3, alchemy lab.

After taking over the top alchemy lab alone, Grimm settled down here for three days and three nights without taking a step.

The day before, he didn't do anything, he held the Tier 1 melting giant's nucleus, which was about to be the subject of experiments, and he watched it roll over and over, looked at it, and let the chip do the final modeling and styling.

In his powerful perspective, each cluster that makes up the nucleus, even each filament in the cluster, extends from the direction of extension to the distribution of the two elements of the ground fire, to the solidity of the parts. Every detail, every node, is wired into his undisclosed income brain into a set of data, forming a stereoscopic and detailed virtual body.

When all this is done, Grimm falls to sleep on the floor of the lab without saying a word. It was not until the dawn of the next day that he stretched his lazy back, climbing from the ground.

Witchcraft summoned some clean water to wash his face, and when everything was cleaned up, he sensed that his spirit was full again, and Grimm stood in front of the alchemy.

After so much preparation and brewing, the new puppet designs have been engraved in his mind, and he needs to turn them into reality today.

Pulling the corners of the mouth was a bit of an encouragement to myself, and Grimm's doubts and worries in the eyes gradually swept away, turning into firmness and confidence.

Without hesitation, Grimm waved and activated the alchemy table.

New magic puppets, new design solutions, in order to take full advantage of the power of the Earth Fire Double Attribute Crystal Nucleus, the chip specially created a new 3D Witch Array for them. 5 Energetic Witch Arrays, 3 Element Enhanced Witch Arrays, 2 Element Conversion Witch Arrays, 2 Source Capability Field Witch Arrays, 1 Lava Armor Generator, 1 Summoner Witch Array, 1 Element Life Granted Witch Array, 1 Conscious Witch Array Enhanced Witch Array, several energy loop nodes...

Previously, the elementary earth magic puppet had at best seven sorceress arrays, the Lightning Giant had a distributed 3D sorceress array, and there were no fewer than nine sorceress arrays on the core nucleus. But in front of this egg-sized first-order melting nuke giant, Grimm is going to etch 16 sorceress arrays in one go, and he needs to connect them together to form a bigger, finer whole.

In the last generation of the planet, this fine to molecular microsculpture could be left entirely to the control of a smart computer. And in this magical, strange world, Grimm can only rely on the guidance and assistance of a chip, and the rest of his life must be done by himself.

The entire three-hour process of drawing symbols cannot tolerate a hint of sloppiness, and any deviation of a single symbolic line from even a single filament during the etching process will have a significant impact on the final puppet product. The deviation exceeds the distance between the two filaments, which means that the witch-grade nucleus, which was acquired in nine deaths and a lifetime, is directly obsolete.

And the output of mental forces during etching needs to be smooth and sustained, shallow can affect the efficiency of the operation of elemental energy, and deep and potentially puncturing the surface crystallization of the nucleus damages its core. As for the intermediate interruption, which is a taboo for refining the magic puppet nucleus, the whole process must be accomplished without hesitation.

For the nucleus to be most effective, there must be enough witch arrays to work with it. And more sorceress means that the refining process is poorly tolerated, and any mistake can lead to the obsolescence of the nucleus. So if you etch 10 Wizard Arrays on a Wizard's Core like the Wizard Continent, you've already earned the title of Master Alchemist. Sixteen sorcerers were etched in one breath, and non-alchemist masters were not enough.

So... naturally, Grim's first wizard puppet to etch failed!

Grimm's spiritually manipulated burning rays stopped at a point for 0.7 seconds during the etching process, and the core exploded instantly as soon as it touched the burning rays after the surface of the nucleus was punctured.

A crystal core worth more than 4000 magic crystals has just been destroyed!

There is no time to be upset, to regret, to lament, to grieve. Grimm threw away the crystal nucleus residue in his hand, waved off the alchemy table and fell asleep once more.

If he had the time, he could have done it more easily than he is now, with countless times more spiritual power.

But he didn't!

Sometimes my sense of urgency compels him to build on his strength as soon as possible. The risk of challenging the wizard level of difficulty with the paranoia of being a quasi-wolf is conceivable. But he didn't have a second option.

Seven hours later, the spiritual Grimm stood up and once again stood bravely in front of the alchemy table.

Unfortunately, two hours later, the second Wizard-level nucleus still failed.

This time Grimm was not in a hurry to lie down, but sat on a cold tablet with his tray legs, pulling food out of his arms and eating and drinking quickly. When he had finished eating and drinking and lay down on the blanket and fell asleep, the two teardrops slipped silently and he felt nothing.

Ten hours later, when his mental strength had just recovered, Grimm opened his eyes at the tip of the chip. There is no hesitation or remorse in the eyes of the black crystal clear, or just perseverance and insistence on vowing not to turn back.

13 After one of the finest, Grimm again stood in front of the alchemy table.

Perhaps sincerity is enough for the golden stone to open up, or maybe the water to the canal to let it go, and the third puppet nucleus is just like that!

Without the roar of a high voice, without the cheers of a burst of tears, Grimm calmed down as usual and laid down again on the blanket to sleep.

Fifteen hours later, the fourth core became one!

Until the last witchcraft symbol was etched, the entire three-dimensional line formed a perfectly compatible closed witch array, and the elemental energy absorbed from the air began to flow smoothly in the circle of witches, and Grimm's silent zombie face did not have a slight expression.

Can't say whether it is joy or heartache, can't say whether it is joy or sadness, repeated hammering of mental power has been exhausted and filled many times, has long made him tired, mental distress.

After packing up everything in the lab, shutting down the alchemy, walking out of the lab, and returning to his residence, Grimm let go of everything and passed out.

This time he slept all day and night to get rid of that feeling of weakness and escape from a black nightmare that kept sinking. Before he opened his eyes, the scent of food poured out his nose.

With his eyes open, he leaned down in front of the bed and stared at his familiar, playful face with confusion and confusion, but more of it was a god of thought. And she was holding a wooden plate full of sauced calf waist and sweet, soft white bread, and a floral green fruit platter.

“Do you have something to hide from me?” Marie asked puzzled.

Don't look at this man who is only sixteen or seven years old, but has a steady and sophisticated appearance that many adults can hardly reach, and is always comfortable and surplus. While this also brings more confidence and a sense of reliance to his peers, he always feels that he is hiding his heart deeply.

And this exhausting divine colour in front of him is rare, and every time it appears, it means that they face a difficult problem that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

What kind of dilemma pushed him to this point?

Marie was confused.

This should be their most comfortable and free time! Both became quasi-witches, and many of the constraints that had been placed on them in the past dissipated, and even the Anderson wizard took care of them and got angry a lot.

Step by step along the current path and take advantage of the talented potential of the two to reach the peak of the quasi-warrow within a year or two. If you run into luck, you could all be the noble wizard who controls your own destiny!

By then…… it is time for two people to be able to live in a double bed and officially become partners!

It is precisely because everything looks so good that Marie is so desperate and confused about Grimm. By virtue of her contacts with Grimm during this period, she dared to assert that there must have been another huge new crisis, one that she could not perceive. Otherwise this man will not be as desperate as he is!

With Marie's personality, of course, I thought of something and just asked.

Grimm smiled bitterly, picked up the plate from Mary's hand and didn't get out of bed, so she ate and drank it.

When she had finished eating and drinking, Grimm smiled and lifted Mary's little hand to ask her softly about her experience. But in the dark, his spiritual strength and Mary had completed a quick psychic discourse.

Now that Mary's aware of it, Grimm doesn't intend to keep it from her. And many of the things that follow require her to be involved, so it's also necessary to let her know sooner rather than later.

Speaking out of everything you know, Grimm was also prepared to force force force to stop Marie's possible outburst. But unexpectedly, Mary, who was supposed to be furious, seemed calm after learning everything through her psychic words, and even... even looked at him in a way that sparked interest.

Is it a fake Mary in front of herself?

At a time when Grimm couldn't help wondering if she was a fake person in front of her, Mary finally smiled and asked, "Are you doing all this for me? Those guys just want my life. What are you doing so desperate? ”

Although she was talking about topics related to her life, she looked at her eyebrows and smiled, but didn't seem to care about it at all.

When did this happen, when she didn't care about her life, but took it elsewhere?

Grimm was stunned for a moment and said without words: "You… you are not my partner! ”

But before he finished, a sweet, sweet red lip clogged his mouth.