Almighty Alchemist - v3 Chapter 62

… at night, it will always be a paradise for conspirators.

When the blood moon in the sky rose again, the dark shaded sky had brought a thick killing breath to the sound.

Spock Prison was as quiet as ever, with soldiers guarding their posts loyally, and the warden’s office still lit with work lights.

Deep in the corrections area, on the 13th black jail, Chris Pinbolan opened his deep eyes.

After listening to the ear for a while on the floor, after confirming that the guards in the gangway outside the prison had left, Boran’s right hand turned slightly, and three strange little beetles appeared in his palm.

“Come on, baby, it’s started, let me see if you are as useful as your master’s,” Bolan murmured.

The Gold Eater, one of the rarest insects in the wind-chilling continent.

By nature, they like to swallow metals, and after they absorb the components they need, they are quickly excreted from the body. The feces formed are the famous rare metal black star iron on the mainland. The materials used in this kind of metal are much better than ordinary ones. Even building weapons is an absolute superior weapon.

In the age of crazy alchemy, gold eaters were hunted frantically, and people used them as a basis for raw material production. However, with the degradation of the environment, the gold eater, which is not capable of breeding itself, has encountered the crisis of genocide. Three hundred years ago, the gold eater was completely destroyed, and the last habitat of the gold worm was completely destroyed, at least thirty forbidden spell levels. The spell completely wiped out the 300-meter-long ironwood jungle from the map. Since then, the gold eater has disappeared in this world.

Although it is believed that a small amount of gold worms will survive, to this day, few people have found them again, and to this day they have appeared in Bolan’s hands. No doubt, Xiuyi came from Purgatory Island.

The mantra moved, and the three gold worms that had slept had steepened their wings, chewed at the shackles made of special synthetic metal, and made an unpleasant sound of metal friction.

The shackles quickly broke into several segments under the swallowing of the gold worm, the torn body sat up, and the cold eyes glowed a hot glow.

Carefully put away the gold worms, and Boran’s gaze was fixed on the door of the black prison.

The prison door in the punishment area is not trivial, but is blocked by the Array, and can only be opened from outside. Anyone who tries to forcibly break the door will encounter the magic attack above.

Some glittering blue powder shone on the iron gate by Boran.

The blue light on the powder kept flickering, the light became brighter and brighter.

Energy powder, a special powder designed to absorb the energy of spar. This is an energy supply device used in the gate of Electra’s laboratory. It is this small thing that can automatically absorb energy, so that Electra’s magic circle can go through a century and still exist.

If Electra was a genius of invention, then Hugh Glair was a genius of use. He was sensitively aware that the energy powder could actually play a greater role, rather than simply being the energy of the constant matrix. The supply hub is as simple as that.

Most of the alchemy institutions in this world, no matter how delicate the design, has one of the most basic common features, that is, they all need to use energy crystals as the source of power. Without energy spar power, all organs will automatically fail.

It is safer, more practical, and less expensive than magic-inspired potions.

The energy on the iron gate was quickly absorbed by these blue powders.

Without the imprisoned circle, the door of the cell could no longer block anyone from entering and leaving.

Looking at the door to freedom, even the strongest man couldn’t help getting excited.

Although Heuigler had repeatedly assured him that these things would be able to play their due role, it was only at this moment that Boland finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The mysterious alchemy products owned by that mysterious alchemist boy were all beyond his expectations.

However, this is just the beginning.

Some strange little things appeared again in Boran’s hands.

Turtle Butterfly, a flightable alchemy product that is recorded on Electra’s notebook, alongside the scout bee. Unlike the reconnaissance bee, the butterfly does not have the reconnaissance ability. It is a multi-functional miniature puppet. It has a powder that can release anesthetic gas on its wings. People fall into a coma and can use their versatile feet to do other things as well.

In the dark puppet, several morpho butterflies flew along the gap of the prison door. They fluttered to the other black prisons, waved their wings, and sprinkled energy powder.

The blue powder came into play again, and the energy crystals embedded in the one by one matrix gradually became dim under the adsorption of the powder.

Several gold-eaters crawled out of the cell on the ground, and went to the other cells.

Watching all this go smoothly, Boran’s eyes showed a strong smile.

Time passed, minute by minute, and Bolan waited silently until the gold worms returned to him.

He raised his surviving right arm and slammed it against the cell wall.

There was a dull impact in the iron cell.

“boom!”

“Boom!”

“Bang Bang !!!!”

Bolan banged on the wall again and again, as if he was encouraged, and the other prisoners everywhere sent similar responses.

Throughout the punishment area, the sound of the black prisoners striking the cells sounded, and they got bigger and bigger, as if the distant sky drums were drumming, echoing in this prison.

“Oh!” Some of the prisoners even gave out howling-like frantic roars, and all the guards’ faces changed in astonishment.

Quickly, this language, which is unique to the prisoners, spread throughout the entire Spock prison and echoed over this area.

The carriage stopped at the entrance to Spock Prison.

A pair of slender hands stuck out of the car window, holding a passport.

After the guards saw the documents, they confirmed that they were correct and allowed to pass.

The carriage had to go to prison.

When he came to the small white building, Xiu Yi came out of the carriage, held down his golden glasses on his face, and walked towards the prison director’s office.

Earl of Strias is now working in the office.

As the largest and strongest prison in the empire, the most dangerous and difficult prisoners are also held here.

There are several riots every year in Spock Prison, and there are always some criminals who try to rush out of this big cage, longing for a free world outside.

Facing this situation, the empire has always been relentlessly suppressed.

Every spring, due to the existence of the material trade fair, it is the hottest month in the city of Royo, and the bandits are more and more furious at this time. Some large organized bandit groups even collectively attacked the Spark prison.

They do not look like jail, but more like a suicide attack.

However, in the last two years, this phenomenon has become much lighter. Bandits in the Berias Mountains are tending to more secretive looting methods. They easily no longer appear as large bandit groups, and they are more scattered , But organized in the form of alliances at the necessary moment.

This practice of turning the whole into zero at any time makes it more difficult for the bandits in the mountains.

He was asked to make a report on the situation of the bandits in the mountains, which made the count very angry.

In his opinion, his job is to watch the robbers in these cages, not to understand the robbers outside the cages. It is simply too far-fetched for a warden to do the assessment and report on the situation of the bandits in the mountains.

Count Strias can imagine that this must have been a masterpiece created after the intrigue of the upper men.

This situation report involves many levels, whether the empire will use soldiers in the future, how to use soldiers, and the allocation of resources is likely to come from this aspect. There must be many people rushing to take the job into their hands, and then make the most favorable situation analysis.

But in the end, they gave it all to a warden to do it.

There was more than one outrageous thing, and the arrival of the seventh division Abraham Mallet gave the earl a headache.

The Earl has always believed that the existence of the superpower is the greatest damage to the social system.

Other than possessing sufficient destructive power, their existence contributes little to society.

They will not formulate policies based on the local people ’s livelihood, they will not be aware of the people ’s situation, they will not resolve contradictions between right and wrong, and their administrative capacity is almost zero. Identity, they become the destroyers of the system, the destroyers of the order, and to some extent, even the gravediggers of a country.

There is no shortage of incidents in history that caused the country to fight against each other due to the stupid crime committed by a strong person, and finally shed blood for millions.

In addition to war, killing, and fighting, these strong men can be useless, but because of their powerful abilities, they can’t be ignored. They are destroying the necessary foundation for the survival and development of a country, but they are regarded as a tree by those in power. This is the problem of the magic world.

The samurai are better, because of the knight creed, most of the samurai are honored to belong and obey the empire. But all of the proud magicians are in trouble. They take orders from the Magic Society more than their country. They take the Imperial Emperor. These old men are shouting noble magic everyday, but they are shameless.

The seventh division, Abraham Mallet, is such a typical existence.

As one of the four divisions of the empire, he holds a huge amount of empire worship each year, but hardly contributes to the empire. On the contrary, he is quite leisurely and elegant, and goes to Spock Prison every year to make a round, and then recklessly promoted by his prominent identity, tortured the prisoner to reprint 16b> 13 看 网 / b> m.

Spock Prison has its own rules and regulations, and here he is the only speaker. But the arrival of the division will always change all of this. Mallett ignored the authority of Strias at all, and always yelled at him with arrogance.

This year, the hateful, hateful division is coming to trial the prisoner.

Accompanying this nasty news was an equally nasty news that a bandit band appeared on the outskirts of the city of Royo. The city’s main government demanded that the Darkscale Armor troops be dispatched. If the message proves to be correct, it will be exterminated.

“The Spark prison is like a depository for the strong. They want to mention it, they want to let it go. I am the victim of innocent fighting. I have become a laborer in the struggle of political power, and even my people have become They can call the troops at will! “

Lord Count Strias complained angrily, but reluctantly accepted the assignment.

The Darkscale Armor Force itself is not just a defensive force in the Spark prison. It is more of a pursuit force.

“Report, Lord Warden.”

“What’s the matter?” Strias asked angrily.

“Master Seether Dardanelle begged to see.”

Count Strias froze: “It’s so late, what did he come to me for?”

Obviously, this question can only be answered from the other person. Earl: “Let him in.”

The door was suddenly opened and a teenager strode in.

It was Xiu Yi.

“I’m glad to meet you, Earl of Strias, and I’ll bother you late at night, I hope you won’t mind.” Xiu Yi politely.

What surprised Count Strias was that today’s Sisedadaniel seemed to be different in image than before, but he couldn’t tell the difference in the end.

However, out of politeness, he left his position with a big laugh and opened his arms to Xiu Yi:

“Oh, I’m glad to see you, my friend. I have been missing you since that day, but I have never had a chance to see you again. Well, Sisser, tell me you come to me now What’s the matter? You can see where you need me to help. “

“That’s true, Lord Strias.”

“Well, anything, I’ll be happy to work for you.”

“Jail, sir,” Xiuyi answered.

The sword stabbed into the count’s neck quickly. !! ~!