Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 355 Take a piece of the pie
"This is a precious painting containing the pigment of the soul!"

Last year, Roy bought a precious painting that contained special divine power at the Antona Opera House.

The alchemy's [Inspiration] was activated, and the basic knowledge of soul pigments was obtained.

From this, he deduced the specific formula himself and came up with a "pure white" pigment.

As the auction was approaching this year, I was planning to participate again to see if I could gain anything.

I didn't expect to see you here.

After a quick inspection, Roy was slightly disappointed to find that the spirituality contained in this painting was much weaker than what he had obtained last time.

Moreover, the spirituality it possesses is not pure divinity, but is mixed with the desires of mortals in the world and all kinds of crazy, chaotic and messy thoughts.

The model in the painting is a naked young woman, struggling in the air like a drowning person.

Surrounding her were tentacle-like dark shadows, forming a sharp contrast with her snow-white skin.

"this painting……"

Planjie looked at it for a few seconds, then stopped with a frown.

"It's so dark and eerie..."

“This is no longer an ordinary painting, but a painting with a touch of extraordinary power.

If it were an ordinary person with a mental power of only about 0.8 to 1 degrees, the moment he saw it, he would be trapped in the scene and full of illusions.

It has to be at least 2 degrees to be able to resist.

Only when the temperature is above 3 degrees, exemptions can be started..."

Roy made a quick assessment and was somewhat surprised.

3 degrees, that is the entry level of advanced apprenticeship.

However, the creative techniques used here greatly inspired his alchemical talent as an artist.

As Roy watched, it seemed as if he had mastered the method of using soul pigments to create "soul paintings" that were enough to drive people crazy.

He pondered it for a moment and concluded, "I can draw better!"

With his current level of knowledge and ability, he can definitely become a great painter in this world.

However, as an alchemist in the wizarding world, he was more interested in the formula for making pigments.

If the paint is strong enough, ordinary people can achieve similar extraordinary painting effects by just scribbling.

The pigment itself plays a major role here.

"Take it away, take it away, pack it up and take it away."

After a moment, Roy put away the painting and its frame.

"These things seem pretty good. Can I grab a few too?"

The dark elf took a fancy to the jacquard curtains in the room and said something polite, but in fact, he pulled it down before Roy could say anything.

Roy was depressed: "Are you missing curtains in your room?"

“One curtain isn’t thick enough, I like it dark when I sleep!
By the way, this mirror looks good...

And this bedside table, the clock."

……

“If those followers of the evil god could come back and see this scene, I’m afraid the sky would fall.

However, their plan was even bigger. This time they were planning to start from the factory area, causing the black fog to cover the entire city and launch an indiscriminate massacre!

Moonves has been lurking for so long and is ready to take action. He will not let them come back alive.

None of the four families will let go of anyone who tries to grab food from their plates. This has nothing to do with justice or evil...

I'll rush over and ask about the origins of that painting!"

After investigating the lair of the evil god's followers, Roy didn't even bother to return to his temporary residence and hurried to the downtown area.

It was getting dark and there were not many people on the road.

He did not call for any carriage, but wrapped his whole body with spiritual power, creating an illusion like a mirage.

He flew close to the ground and reached his destination in a very short time.

……

16 Maple Street. In a large warehouse.

A fierce battle is unfolding.

When Roy arrived, he saw the Night's Watchmen wearing magic-powered armor transforming into warriors comparable to orcs, wielding heavy cold weapons such as broadswords and axes, tearing through the defenses of the evil god's followers and rushing to the core area where the ceremony was held.

The masters around Riley Boli fought stubbornly.

They summoned a fog demon that was covered in mist and looked like a ghost.

What they possess is not a strong physique in the material world, but an ability similar to spiritual thorns.

Like the smoke curling like tentacles, the huge space was also filled with poisonous gas.

The fog was so thick that the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

Several night watchmen were choked to death.

Everyone tried hard to split the fog demons, but were surprised to find that they healed themselves very quickly, as if they were not affected at all.

At this time, a Night's Watchman who looked like a leader raised his sword high, igniting a raging fire.

The blazing flames were like enchanted weapons, bringing astonishing lethality.

Those fog demons soon melted like ice and snow and were completely destroyed.

The Night's Watch seemed to have expended considerable effort, but they were able to break through the enemy's defenses and finally reach the altar in front.

"I am a noble, I am Riley Boli!"

The leader of the evil organization took a few steps back and suddenly shouted.

"You have no right to hurt me. If you dare to touch me, you will be hanged!"

The night watchmen hesitated.

The leader was silent for a while and said to everyone.

"I'm sorry, but what he said was true. According to the law, we can't hurt him...

However, you can capture him alive and hand him over to the court for trial!"

"Hahahaha, forget it! I won't just sit there and wait for death!"

Riley Boli shouted arrogantly.

The ensuing battle descended into a bizarre scene where the Night's Watch were restrained and Riley Boli acted arrogantly.

The dark elf Planjie had finished "moving" and had rushed over, but it wasn't over yet.

"Why is the fight so ugly? Those Night's Watchmen don't look weak. They're at least mid- to high-level knights..."

"The nobles have powerful forces behind them, and they don't want to go to trial."

"Isn't this too stupid?"

"Stupid? I don't think so. I'm just being prudent."

Roy said.

"Once you take off your magic power armor, you're just an ordinary person. Even if someone is willing to sacrifice their life, they still have to consider their family and friends."

This is the weakness of not having great power within oneself. No matter how strong the armor is, there will come a time when it needs to be taken off, and one is still just a mortal.

Planjie really couldn't understand it.

As he was speaking, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

A huge spiritual force enveloped the warehouse, and the condensed light and shadow transformed into a scene like hell.

The gift of the Lord of the Black Mist...

It’s coming down!
Riley Boli's mental strength suddenly increased, and thick smoke seemed to be coming out of his body, and he began to possess extraordinary characteristics.

His figure was becoming ethereal and intangible, and his entire body seemed to have transformed into a fog demon made of thick smoke.

"Ha ha ha ha……

I did it! I did it! "

Riley Boli laughed arrogantly.

At this moment, Moonves, who had been lying next to him pretending to be a corpse for a long time, suddenly stood up, and his palm was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart directly.

(End of this chapter)