Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 266: Imperial Recruitment
At the end of August, Tanle City.

In Amo's mansion.

When Roy stepped into the alchemy room, he saw at a glance a brain floating in the nutrient solution, surrounded by multiple tubes intertwined and densely packed like nerve connections.

"To replace my body with my brain intact, without relying on the brain of my predecessor, is almost impossible for me now.

Things involving the soul and consciousness can only be studied after reaching the second or third level, and can only be fully mastered after reaching the stage of a great wizard comparable to a god.

But trying to save Ivant can increase knowledge of brain and body organization and spiritual realms..."

This is Ivant's brain.

Roy finally picked it up and cultivated it.

After these days, he confirmed that most of the brain cells inside seemed to be necrotic and the memories they contained were also destroyed.

However, while feeling a little regretful, Roy suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some brain wave-like activities inside.

[Inspiration], touched, a little mysterious knowledge flows in.

"Memory reading and transfer..."

"Cultivating brains in a vat..."

"Biological intelligent brain..."

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Roy was slightly surprised.

"Did you really gain something?"

He read eagerly.

It turns out that this is a field pursued by both necromancers and bloodline wizards. If they can uncover the mysteries of brain cells and neural networks, they can, to some extent, create artificial intelligence that is closer to real humans.

"This is part of the art of creating humans..."

However, before Roy could figure this out, Planjie approached from outside.

This is not a safe place, Roy became alert instantly.

"Lord Roy, a few orcs came to see you, saying they were some imperial officials?"

Roy walked out, closed the door, and activated the magic circle.

Then came to the front hall.

There were already several burly orcs waiting there.

"Are you Lukel Darkblade?"

“Yes, this is Lord Lukel Blackblade who killed Beheaded Amo!
You guys have been so secretive since you first arrived, and you won't tell me what's going on. Now you can finally speak up!"

Before Roy could even say anything, Luker started yelling.

Ever since Roy killed Amo, Luker seemed to have accepted his fate and completely became his little brother, always at his beck and call.

"We represent the Imperial Military and are here to recruit you to join the Beast God Festival and participate in the next Blood Trial!"

The orcs ignored Luker and looked at Roy.

“When we set out earlier, the order we received was to recruit Amo, but we didn’t expect that you would kill him halfway through our journey.

So the name written on the conscription order was still Amo's.

But it doesn’t matter, I can just go back and complete the formalities.”

As expected!
Before coming here, Roy had carefully studied the customs and traditional practices of the Orc Empire and had a general idea of what he would face after becoming a hero.

The timing he had chosen was perfect, as it coincided with the new and old Beast God Festivals, and was also the intersection of time and opportunity for growth.

"I understand. Four years later, in Mulion City, the Bloody Trial, right?"

If you can pass the Bloody Trial, you will gain honor, wealth, power, and everything you desire!
But if you fail, you will become the spoils of the victor!
This is also to prevent local tyrants from becoming powerful and becoming bandits, affecting the rule of the empire.

As for the internal friction caused by the fighting, it was nothing compared to the actual plane war. "This is a conscription order issued by His Majesty Blypool himself. Accepting it is equivalent to participating in the peripheral selection of the Bloody Trial.

From now on, you can legally form your own army with a maximum of 300 personal guards.

You can use it to attack any city you like, challenge the lord, and collect resources...

Every local hero like you will receive a similar token, representing the identity of the trial participant.

Kill or defeat them and you will be qualified to enter the trial!
By then, the opponent will be the heroic spirit of the Kingdom of Beasts..."

The orc who claimed to be an imperial official handed him a token.

This token is suspected to be made from the bones of some creature and carries some mysterious spiritual power.

Roy recognized it at a glance. It was a mark of faith similar to the one he had captured in the orc's soul!

From this point on, the token has a certain supervisory recording function, which can track the physical and mental condition of the holder.

Roy calmly touched it with his spirit, and even guided the power of the golden behemoth in his body to contact it.

The mark inside the token flashed with golden light.

Nothing unusual.

"As expected, this state can be used to disguise followers of the Behemoth God!
And Behemoth is a notorious mad god among the orcs...

His mind is full of fighting and killing, and he doesn't really care about anything else!"

In fact, it is of no use even if you are in charge.

After all, he is a god who came from the demon world, and he is a warrior, not a mage, so it is difficult for him to make predictions.

Even if it's a prophecy...

It will also be disturbed by the "Net of All Spirits" set up by the great wizards inside the Osis plane.

Roy smiled to himself, knowing that his chance had come.

For a wizard like himself, lurking in a different world full of enemies, it is both a danger and an opportunity.

I had originally planned to embark on the path of a hero and seize the legendary destiny.

Now it has official endorsement, which is equivalent to a reasonable and legal fight.

It won't arouse any suspicion!

……

After the orc officials left, Luker curiously poked his head over to check the conscription order.

"Do you think, with my current strength, I can come out on top in this bloody trial?"

Although Luker is not a heroic character, he is a local native after all.

Roy asked for his opinion.

Luker was slightly stunned, thought for a moment, and said, “There has never been a lack of strong orc heroes, I can’t say for sure.

However, getting in shouldn't be a problem, as long as you avoid those obviously strong guys..."

Roy nodded slightly.

This is similar to the information I have collected.

However, to be on the safe side, Roy dismissed everyone and returned to the alchemy room to begin preparing to refine a blood purification potion, which was a type of evolutionary potion.

Its name is Pilfar Potion.

The special feature of this magic potion is that it can penetrate deep into the bloodline roots and stimulate potential power.

Due to the lack of technical reserves in the past and the hasty training time, the golden behemoth body that Roy now possesses is still that of a weak boy with congenital deficiencies.

This medicine can slightly make up for this inherent defect.

(End of this chapter)