Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 867 The Demon King's Treatment (4-in-1)

"These guys are actually quite capable."

Within the nightmare realm where reality and illusion intertwined, Roy felt the impact from the outside world and sensed the aura of a law-based power.

It was immediately clear that this was not something an ordinary barrier could withstand.

It's no wonder that the Mysterious Lord suggested that the Seven Towers Alliance improve its training process and pay more attention to the popularization of the power of laws at the apprentice level.

So that's what it was for—to fight against this kind of enemy!

However, with a multitude of laws and characteristics on his body and an exceptionally high soul rank, he was naturally able to defend himself completely.

The next moment, golden light burst forth.

Several golden chains suddenly shot out from the long hair behind her, extending all the way.

This power originates from the Soul-Binding Rope, and its essence is the same as the "Net of Ten Thousand Spirits," possessing the binding characteristic against weak creatures.

Several natives sensed a great danger and quickly took cover.

In the end, it was still too late.

The moment they made contact, those people felt as if they had been electrocuted; their bodies immediately stiffened, and they collapsed to the ground.

"Damn it!"

"I can't move at all!"

They watched helplessly as their perspective shifted, and their souls were torn out.

Her long hair, like a snake, coiled around him.

"what!"

A terrifying scream erupted from his soul, and his consciousness instantly crumbled!
After dealing with these people, the remnants of demonic gods and the power of laws on each of them were naturally devoured by the Demonic Witch Body, just like black smoke.

Even before obtaining the Fifth Element, Roy had used things like Aquinas Morphling and Thousand-Shot Potions to try and enhance it several times.

Unfortunately, the results were not significant.

Because at that time, my abilities and financial resources were very limited, I could only simply mix them together, and I was unable to truly refine them.

But now, having mastered the alchemical talent of the [Fifth Element], he suddenly discovered that he could completely dissipate it, restore it to a state of ethereal form, and then reshape it as if his soul were being reconstructed.

In this way, all the laws and characteristics, as well as energy and matter, are categorized into the essential things at the level of "source matter".

"This can be said to be a complete breakthrough of the original limitations!"
Of course, this is also inseparable from the characteristics of Trix's Darkness itself.

This thing is a physical manifestation of the laws from the dark hair of the ancient demon goddess Trix; it can contain immense power.

Roy observed this scene, pondering whether he could further enhance it by utilizing the [Source Container] talent.

Shortly after, he briefly surveyed the surroundings and returned to the shelter.

The True God Society's subordinates stepped forward: "Lord Roy!"

With Kamurus and the others having left, there are no more powerful figures remaining at this base, and this gentleman is everyone's backbone.

They all wore expressions of genuine relief; thankfully, Lord Roy had been capable, otherwise, the remaining personnel would have been plunged into a fierce battle.

"Check the identities and backgrounds of those people from earlier."

Roy gave the order.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, they re-entered the secret room and began their research.

……

"He's too strong..."

"They're no match for us!"

"The reconnaissance mission has been a complete failure..."

At this time, the other side.

Deep in the ruins of a distant place.

A man wearing the same trench coat stared in shock at the mirror in front of him.

What it depicts is the scene of battle between the two sides.

With the entire squad wiped out, the image in the mirror froze in the last frame.

It seemed to be the perspective of a team member's soul, staring intently at Roy's handsome face, as if filled with resentment, wanting to remember his features deeply.

The man in the trench coat, trembling slightly, put away the mirror, placed it in a metal protective frame, and then quickly walked away with it on his back.

Several hours later, in the wilderness, other teammates from the same city came out to meet them.

When they saw that he was the only one who had returned, everyone was surprised, but they didn't say anything and silently went to a farmhouse-like building in the mountains on the outskirts of the city.

"Captain, he's back."

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man in a wheelchair was already waiting.

He was the captain of the group, named Nakasen, and the one who sent this team to deal with Roy.

"Captain, that guy's strength far surpasses ordinary abilities; he could very well be the Alchemy God those people were talking about..."

The only survivor, a man in a trench coat, spoke as he took off the things he was carrying.

The strange treasure, which should have been a dressing mirror, now strangely retained Roy's appearance, looking incredibly lifelike.

Nakasen said, "The codename is God of Alchemy..."

Although I don't understand why they call them that, I imagine there must be some reason.

Inside the courtyard, the group, all core members of the Nakasen squad, couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild, speculating, "Maybe they're all delusional?"
The guy I encountered before, who called himself the God of War, always acted superior and looked down on everyone.

"Yes, he even called us mortals!"

"Could it be some kind of hypnotic effect, where I even fooled myself?"

From the perspective of the natives, they are generally teenagers who seem to have appeared out of nowhere, dressed in bizarre clothes, and even claiming to be aliens or gods...

This is indeed somewhat inexplicable.

They also failed to capture any of the other side's members.

Even if a kill is achieved, it's the result of different cities and different squads.

At least Nakasen and others have never succeeded in doing so.

However, the arrogance, conceit, and seemingly deranged nature of that group, which led them to claim themselves as gods, left a deep impression on the powerful figures throughout the world.

It wasn't that no one had doubted the other party's origins, but due to communication limitations and various objective inconveniences, Nakasen and his group still had poor intelligence at the moment.

But none of that really matters anymore.

Nakasen said, "Now that the God of War, the God of Travel, and others have all disappeared, it is the perfect time for us to eliminate this hidden danger."

As she spoke, a paintbrush materialized out of thin air, and she began to paint, referring to the mirror the man in the trench coat had brought back.

A mysterious power emerged from within, and as specks of light converged, an invisible force traversed time and space, directly locking onto the location of the monstrous entity reflected in the mirror.

The shelter, in a secluded room.

As Roy returned to work, a strange, ominous premonition suddenly arose within him.

In an instant, the soul residing here seemed to be sealed off by some strange space, and together with the physical body, it fell into a state of stagnation.

"what happened?"

In a daze, it was a feeling of not seeing the sky or touching the ground, somewhat similar to the feeling of being subjected to a dimensional reduction attack by scientific civilization.

"I was attacked by a weapon of law?"

This bizarre scene instantly put him on alert.

"This thing is now threatening my avatar; I must find a way out as soon as possible!"

Roy immediately began to mentally probe for loopholes.

******
"This guy is indeed very strong!"

In the courtyard of a farmhouse, under the watchful eyes of his team members, Nakasen paints.

His brush swept quickly across the paper, and line by line, he sketched out the outline of a human figure.

The work at this moment is just a rough draft, and there is no visible connection between it and the person in the mirror.

But as the lines seemed to come alive, the brush began to infuse them with a mysterious and eerie energy, each stroke carrying a fluctuation like that of witchcraft.

The images became more concrete, and the mysterious tricks began to take effect.

"His soul... is so resilient!"

Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, Nakasen clenched his teeth, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Everyone was quite surprised to see this.

The captain is a powerful figure in the entire world, ranked at least in the top 20.

It seems that my previous guesses were right; these self-proclaimed gods do have some skill!
However, due to his home-field advantage in the field, Nakasen still managed to forcefully draw this image.

What he didn't know was that this was because the monster's essence only possessed the life force of a high-level knight, and the spiritual entity residing within the Soul Gem had a value of only 1 degree.

It contained one ten-thousandth of Roy's own power, which was completely different from the soul energy of an ordinary person at level 1.

Suddenly, the handsome young man in the painting smiled slightly. Just as Nakasen was about to finish the last stroke, a large amount of black liquid seeped out of the paper, like blood.

Strands of long, jet-black hair emerged, writhing like living things, bringing with them an extremely chilling aura.

"careful!"

One team member exclaimed.

The strands of hair twisted and deformed rapidly in the air, transforming into black venomous snakes as thick as a human arm.

They have dangerous triangular heads, and golden spiritual marks are branded on their foreheads.

This power comes from the Thousand Potions Potion, the power of "Ophidius's snake hair"!

A cold glint flashed as the team members swung their weapons with all their might.

The severed snake body, once it hits the ground, immediately transforms into even more small snakes, an endless stream.

At the same time, a noblewoman dressed in gorgeous clothes appeared out of nowhere.

The translucent ghost had a blurry face and its figure flickered, like the stuttering caused by missing frames in an old movie.

It is another kind of eeriness possessed by the Hair Demon Body, "Banfrace"!
The moment they saw her, the image of a terrifying vengeful spirit was imprinted in everyone's pupils, and the emotion called "hatred" instantly overwhelmed their reason.

This strange law, which resembled a mental attack, disrupted everyone's will.

"what!"

A moment later, someone screamed and collapsed to the ground.

"Darling!"

His companion, filled with rage and hatred, charged forward without any rationality, hacking and slashing wildly.

"Calm down!"

"You have been affected by his strange power!"

"Be cooperative and don't act impulsively..."

The others roared in fury.

But it was completely useless.

Those with weaker spiritual power will lose their minds the moment they see this noblewoman "Banfrace," turning into machines that only know anger and hatred.

As Nakasen watched his companions fall one after another, his eyes turned bloodshot, consumed by an indescribable hatred and resentment.

But the captain is the captain after all, and he still retained some rationality.

Instead of blindly following suit and going mad, he suddenly ripped off a badge from his chest.

"Damn it, make your move!"
The plan has failed, we can't hold on any longer!

"Are there any accomplices?"

In the painting, Roy, whose spirit is contained by a mysterious and strange force, suddenly seems to realize something.

It seems that the native strongmen are determined to eliminate this potential threat.

Sure enough, the next moment, a powerful force erupted from the badge, and a ghostly phantom appeared behind Nakasen.

He stretched his arms forward, a fierce white light emanating from between his strong arms.

"Sealing...Demon...Spell!"

With a loud bang, a burst of light erupted from his palm.

When the light wave landed on the paper, it didn't penetrate it directly; instead, it "peeled" the entire picture off the paper.

Roy felt as if his soul was floating up and being transported to another place.

It was clearly the same dressing mirror that the man in the trench coat had been carrying earlier.

The next moment, all around was pitch black.

The dimensional barriers and dimensions that were once easily passable have now become pitch-black barriers.

His mental energy was immediately blocked, and he couldn't escape.

……

"Oh no, I've been sealed away as a demon king!"

At the same time, near Wolf World.

The main body, which had been lying dormant in the void, preparing for strategic duty, was awakened and raised its head with a hint of surprise.

A genuine look of surprise appeared on the face of the golden figure.

"What happened?"

At the same time, in a mysterious palace.

Kamurus, Ittel, and the others saw Roy's true god body tremble violently and couldn't help but ask.

"My avatar has been sealed."

Although I can still sense its presence thanks to the natural connection between our souls, it feels like I'm trapped in a dark space, unable to get out.

It also cannot perceive the outside world from its perspective.

He then recounted the previous situation in detail.

"Reconnaissance attacks, remote methods..."

And what about that last thing that looked like a mirror?

I think I understand now. They tracked you down in some way and imprisoned your body and soul in a special space.

That could be inside Kattoprun, because all the mirrors in this world, even puddles and lakes, are things that can reflect images...

They've all been invaded by Katopron's eerie domain.

That's a divine domain possessing divine attributes, a spacetime and dimension that a sixth-level high-ranking god can seal off; it's indeed not something you can easily tear apart.

"Within Captoprone's body?"

So that's how it is. Is this what they call borrowing some strange power?

They can't deal with me, so they're using Katopron to deal with me..."

Roy also felt quite helpless about this.

"Generally speaking, there's no need to panic if your clones or avatars are sealed away."

These earthly creatures can't kill you at all. The seal they can create will only last for a few decades or a hundred years before it weakens. You can find some subordinates to rescue you later.

However, if other monsters or powerful demons from all sides are imprisoned within Captoprone's body, they might be able to devour your avatar.

In that case, you'll lose it completely.

Kamurus reminded him.

"Wait, something is indeed attacking my avatar."

There are so many replicas in this mirror!

The True God Body suddenly trembled again. Because the Strange Body was facing an unprecedented and immense crisis.

The place where my fragmented self was sealed has inexplicably seen many strange monsters appearing.

They are like thousands of evil spirits, coming to devour me completely!
******
At this moment, the world in the mirror.

Night fell, and the place seemed like a desolate wasteland, boundless and endless.

Countless ghostly figures began to appear.

Before Roy could even properly observe his surroundings, he discovered these things, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

These figures...

Not all of them are "people" in the true sense of the word.

Not only do they have a ghostly, translucent body, but their eyes also hold a faint, eerie fire of the soul, and their shapes and appearances are all bizarre and varied.

Ghosts draped in tattered sheets, stiff-bodied zombies, twisted shadows resembling vengeful spirits, blood-red mummies like skinned frogs, mummies covered in bandages...

It's as if all sorts of ghosts and monsters from different situations and worlds have gathered here.

Thousands upon thousands surged forth like a tidal wave.

Roy had no choice but to activate his Ghostly Body and unleash the power of the monster to fight back.

His black venomous snakes and elegant court ladies can harm these ghosts in the mirror.

Each kill causes the soul to dissipate like wisps of smoke.

However, the number of enemies was simply too great, like a surging tide, endless and boundless.

This body only possessed the physique of a high-ranking knight, and it quickly found itself at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, we can still manage it.

Just then, Roy noticed that some fragments that were shimmering with a faint light were beginning to appear on the ground.

These are...

Remnants of a sacred relic?

Many fragments, like glass objects, were shattered and scattered everywhere, but they were not as stable as ordinary objects; instead, they emitted strange energy fluctuations.

"Isn't this just like the items dropped by those ethereal evil spirits in the Place of No Light?"

Roy was startled.

He had long ago realized that these remnants of souls contained the source of all things, which could be called the cornerstone of the entire magical universe.

In his exhilaration, he manipulated his demonic body to fight even faster, mowing down soul after soul like cutting grass.

As he watched the spiritual power transform into shimmering fragments and scatter, Roy suddenly burst into laughter.

Before exhausting his strength, thousands of strands of hair shot out like iron spears, each one landing on the ground.

Thousands of iron spears formed a sturdy thorny worm, protecting themselves and the fallen items.

On the wasteland, the fighting continues, but it has now turned into an attempt by monsters to break through the thorny jungle.

The monsters were tireless, constantly stretching out their arms, poking out their heads, waving their claws, and tearing.

However, the thorny thicket formed from the hair perfectly protected the monster's true form.

Among them, some strands of hair, like tentacles, began to collect the fallen items.

He has now completely come to terms with it.

Since being sealed here is already a fait accompli, I don't care about anything else.

Since we're already here, we might as well make something of ourselves before we leave.

The worst that can happen is that the incarnation is destroyed.

Otherwise, hundreds of years later, he'll be a hero again.

……

In the farmhouse courtyard, Nakasen and the others stared at the constantly vibrating dressing mirror, their brows furrowed.

At this moment, Roy's image remained unchanged on the mirror, but strange ripples appeared from time to time, the image twisting and swaying as if trying to break out of it.

"This guy..."

It's much more difficult than we expected!

Nakasen reached out and pressed his hand against the frame of his glasses, feeling the violent vibrations emanating from within, his face turning ashen.

"Ordinary enemies, once sealed inside for a while, will completely lose their ability to resist."

But he endured it for several days!

The illusory figure that stepped in to seal it was another powerful being from this world, Hatem.

His voice carried a hint of seriousness: "This guy is indeed special."

They were unaware of the science of souls, nor of the alchemical distinctions regarding the various soul positions.

This can only be attributed to Roy controlling certain special high-level evil spirits.

Of course, this is actually a correct judgment.

The Ghostly Witch Body is indeed of a very high level.

Nakasen scoffed, "So what if it's special? Can it be stronger than Kattoprun?"

Upon hearing this name, Hatem fell silent for a moment.

"It took our ancestors two whole centuries to barely figure out the patterns of the Captopril, and then another three centuries to gradually master how to use its power."

"Although each use comes at a cost, it is indeed the most powerful containment method of the current era."

However, compared to the so-called cost, the consequences of relying on it are truly terrifying.

We threw so much stuff in without a care in the world, which actually suited Katoplong's intentions perfectly.

It is clear that some evil spirits have already been controlled by it and become its mirror puppets..."

As natives, they were unaware of the idiom "drinking poison to quench thirst," but some clever individuals vaguely conceived the same idea.

Without a doubt, this behavior is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Nakasen simply replied, "But we had no choice, did we?"

Those who are at the pinnacle of their era are not fools. How could he not know that doing this is like drinking poison to quench thirst?
But even the smartest person in his position would make the same choice.

After saying that, Nakasen waved his hand and took out a metal box resembling an urn from his personal ghostly domain.

Unlike magical artifacts from the witch realm, which are covered in runes or magic circles, this was made using the bodies of strange creatures and other indestructible exotic materials.

In this indigenous world, using local materials, one can create sturdy treasures comparable to the lich's casket, which will not be easily damaged.

This is an extra layer of protection prepared for sealing; its powerful, eerie force can suppress what's inside, and its robust physical properties can prevent unnecessary external interference.

His subordinates understood his intention, and carefully lifted the dressing mirror and placed it inside.

When Nakasen closed the lid, the vibrations of the mirror seemed to lessen.

"At least, let's bury this guy first."

Perhaps decades or centuries from now, our descendants will find safer and more effective methods of containment.

Since things have come to this, we can only rely on the wisdom of future generations…

As night deepened, the deserted courtyard fell into a deathly silence once more.

With the departure of Nakasen and the others, as well as Hatem, the place seemed to have been sealed away for hundreds of years, returning to a desolate and dilapidated state.

The metal box containing the mirror lay quietly on a worn-out table in the inner room.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating its surface and giving it the appearance of an urn.

Inside and outside the courtyard walls, some twisted ghostly figures could be vaguely seen wandering around, and as the stench of corpses permeated the air, some low growls, like those from the throats of wild beasts, seeped out from the depths of the ground.

Further away, the entire land was shrouded in an even greater deathly silence.

Abandoned villages, dilapidated towns...

Furthermore, there are countless graves and tombstones stretching for miles around...

******
"My freak form, perhaps, really has been sealed away..."

Wolf World.

Beyond the heavens, amidst the stars.

Roy felt a barrier emanating from his soul and sighed helplessly.

"Now that things have come to this, the job at the shelter can be considered a failure."

Fortunately, Camurus did not pursue the matter, nor could he take back the payment that had already been made.

Let me see, what's the best way to handle this?

Distracted, he moved into the Nehebul Wizard Tower, opened his eyes, and immediately summoned Nisa, who briefly explained the cause and effect.

"From now on, we will add a long-term mission to the world of Captoprón to rescue my avatar..."

Apprentices or wizards who voluntarily go there will receive a law-enhancing vessel similar to the one specially modified inside the tower.

In the words of the Katoplong natives, it's an opportunity to become a demon tamer.

"This will require a significant increase in the budget."

Nisha reminded her.

"It's alright, because I found several useful law carriers inside, and with my abilities, I can easily handle them."

In addition, my monstrous form is sealed inside the magic mirror, which also provides a perfect opportunity to turn the tables and kill those controlled souls.

They were all transformed into ethereal evil spirits, possessing the ability to drop artifacts.

"A sacred artifact dropped?"

Nisha was slightly taken aback.

"Is it like the place where Behemoth was buried?"

"good.

I'm becoming increasingly curious about the origins of this field, and through research I've learned that it's something only a level six high-ranking god could accomplish.

This can be interpreted as Captoprone's spiritual will capturing all sorts of spiritual and material things, attempting to devour the world's will...

The reason why those dropped relics were able to materialize into physical forms is because of the creation magic performed by a high-level soul.

This already possesses the characteristics of a divine kingdom, but it leans towards a divine kingdom focused on the material world, which greatly inspired me.

As far as Roy knew, in Norse mythology there was a place called Nibelungen, the land of the dead, which possessed similar characteristics.

This is also intricately connected to dreams, imaginary space, and so on.

If the laws of alchemy could be extracted, copied, and injected into those environments.

Therefore, "Black Cat Domi's Wonderful Castle" or the imaginary space of the Saqr people will have a secret realm characteristic similar to "dungeon".

You can set up some levels to test your apprentices, and then reward them with treasure chests or equipment and valuables.

The Alchemy Book can also be involved, directly dropping recipes!

……

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, 17 years have passed.

Over the years, Roy continued to prepare for his own ascension.

Through the tireless efforts of all parties, he participated in the conquest of several more worlds and created several artificial demon gods.

The artificial demon god project began with the "Pillar Power," and followed by the Shadow Demon King, the Gnoll God, the Goddess of Fate, and the Titan Adversel...

The sliced ​​clones of the Beast God Body, the Serpent God Body, and the True God Body were also gradually incorporated into this system.

During these years, the newly created artificial demon gods were the eighth pillar demon god, the monster Uas, the ninth pillar demon god, and the "little sphere" Sfira.

It also added "+2000" and "+3000" effects to his "Sage's Proverbs" respectively.

In just over a decade, the combined profits have exceeded those of the previous centuries.

The improvement brought about by this talent alone is equivalent to the lifelong efforts of a high-level wizard.

This is the result of gaining a broader perspective and standing in a wider world after leveling up.

"Not only that, my physical spiritual attribute has naturally increased to over 20000 degrees, and after consuming various treasures, it has reached 25000 degrees..."

The same applies to the blessings brought by the wise words.

In this way, my original body can be considered to be at the peak of level four.

Unlike the promotion from level three to level four, this stage doesn't involve a leap forward, so it doesn't necessarily require waiting until 10 degrees to advance.

More importantly, I have successfully transformed into a god and gained experience of the same level.

Moreover, over the years, I have also stockpiled many other soul nectars and various spiritual potions, which can effectively benefit the soul and enhance strength.

However, to be on the safe side, we still need to find a suitable time…

Inside the Nehebul Wizard Tower, Roy focused his mind on the golden dragon, lost in thought.

At this moment, Artedia suddenly requested an audience, bringing him good news.

"An Jiali has gone into seclusion to prepare for an attempt to advance to level three!"

"it is good!"

Roy nodded upon hearing this, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Even from his current perspective, level three, as the pinnacle of earthly beings, is still very useful.

This is not a combat power that has been increased to level three with the help of various external forces, but a true level three.

Given my current conditions, directly granting him voter status and strengthening him to peak combat power would be no problem at all.

Even after death, their souls can be recovered and used as a major fighting force for the divine kingdom.

After Atedia left to carry out her orders, the golden dragon closed its eyes slightly and quickly turned its attention back to the other side.

……

at this time.

The Magic Mirror Space, in a desolate wilderness.

The monsters have been fighting here for nearly 17 years, and the mountains of debris around them represent a new harvest.

"The monsters have no intelligence and only act on their innate instinct to devour; they're really easy to deal with!"

The handsome young man curled his lips into a wicked smile.

Over the years, he originally wanted to take a break by inserting hair into his hair because his body was too weak as a high-ranking knight.

Unexpectedly, those demon clones foolishly ran right into it.

The venomous snakes and noblewomen attached to it continuously and automatically harvested, exploding many fragments of sacred relics.

With a thought, Roy activated the "Entangled Hair of Tesmara, Lord of Nightmares" domain around the monster.

As the invisible force expanded, he picked up the scattered items that had fallen to the ground.

They were all hidden inside the hair-ghost witch's body, becoming part of this strange demon god's body.

"It's still getting stronger...it's incredible!"

During Roy's visit, which was tinged with a hint of surprise, the powers possessed by the Hair Demon Body experienced another significant increase.

Powers: 224256/224256
This is already at the level of mid-level five!
In other words, Nakasen and the others' attempts not only failed to allow Kattopron to devour the monster, but instead made him stronger and stronger, plundering and devouring some of the monster's powers!
However, seemingly sensing the abnormality here, fewer and fewer evil spirits appeared, with only some wanderers who had accidentally stumbled in.

The whole world seemed to become desolate and silent.

Upon seeing this, the strange creature couldn't help but show a hint of worry.

"Katoplon is ignoring me!"

(End of this chapter)