Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 505 Extraordinary Intuition from Dragon Blood
Nidhogg said, "This is because magical plants do not have complex thinking or strong motor abilities, so one consequence is that even the prophetic abilities of more advanced magical plants have this deficiency."

The 31 bloodlines within Nidhogg began to activate. Bloodline wizards have a method for dealing with prophetic magical plants that target botanical wizards: by using a large number of bloodlines to forcibly simulate a chaotic state. The spirituality of over thirty bloodlines is enough to confuse even a prophetic wizard, let alone magical plants that only possess prophetic abilities.

Unless that external wizard possesses some kind of advanced first-level botanical magic that can overcome this problem, he can completely block the other party's ability to interfere with his spider intuition simply by doing this.

After doing all this, Nidhogg quickly took eight steps and walked towards the direction from which the tremor had come.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Poison Valley, Locke was in the Poison Lake, where his third bloodline—the True Dragon Bloodline—had reached the first stage of vaporization.

However, after reaching the first stage of vaporization, it seemed that the toxins accumulated in the Poison Valley over the past decades were no longer sufficient, and the process of using the toxins to refine the body was suddenly stopped.

Locke's body has fully recovered. At the same time, with a slight thought, a golden dragon scale appeared on the back of his left hand, with some mysterious runes on it.

Those are runes from dragon language magic.

"The gains from this trip into the secret realm are considerable," Locke said. "The Poison Valley has completely upgraded the levels of the three bloodlines in my body. Although it seems that the upgrade of the True Dragon bloodline was interrupted halfway because each level required a huge amount of energy, it is still quite remarkable that we have achieved this."

"It saved me a lot of time and effort."

“I should really thank the wizard Basil.”

The dragon scales on the back of Locke's left hand disappeared, replaced by normal, fair skin. The dragon's power originated from its scales, and the dragon scales represented the dragon's power.

With this real dragon scale, Locke was able to use the true power of a dragon, and also obtained the dragon's immortal body.

With the dragon scales, he could say that he had gained another trump card.

Locke walked onto the poisonous lake and looked back. He saw that the entire lake had turned into clear water. The toxins accumulated in the Poison Valley over the decades had been completely used up in order to develop the potential of the true dragon bloodline within him.

Locke changed into a wizard's robe, slightly surprised. "I really don't understand which kind of dragon bloodline I have."

"It actually requires so many resources."

"It seems that without the wizard Basil, it is impossible to advance it to the first stage of crystallization in the Valley of Poison."

Locke looked at the golden dragon scales on the back of his hand, which shone brightly in the sunlight, like a mirror.

Locke's mind stirred, and an immortal dragon power enveloped his body, enhancing his defense.

This enhancement is completely different from the principle of the permanent defensive force field. Instead, it strengthens the skin through this immortal dragon scale, thereby temporarily gaining the same level of immortality as a true dragon in the first stage of vaporization.

This immortality not only greatly enhanced Locke's defenses, but Locke also felt that his lifespan had been significantly increased.

He mentally estimated, "It's about three hundred years more to my lifespan. As expected of the Immortal Dragon Scale, it actually adds three hundred years to my lifespan."

"From this perspective, the original owner and her siblings were all once an experiment conducted by a high-ring witch in order to obtain the bloodline of a true dragon, or to have offspring with the bloodline of a true dragon."

This level of experimentation clearly exceeds what a first-ring wizard can do.

Locke walked along the shore of the poisonous lake, the immortal dragon scales on his left hand faintly visible. A special ability seemed to emerge with the formation of the mysterious dragon bloodline. His pupils turned slightly golden, and then he turned his head to look behind a rock. "Come out."

Three women with distinct spider features on their faces stepped forward. One of the spider women quickly bowed to Locke and said, "My lord wizard, we are beings from this wizarding realm, a race that was once the retinue of Lord Basil."

"We are the Spider Woman clan."

“I am Blanche, and this is Buchanan…”

The spider woman showed Locke her wrist, which had a silk gland opening. With a slight tug on the muscles of her right wrist, a green silk thread shot out and flew towards the rock beneath Locke's feet.

The thread landed on the rock, causing a strong corrosive reaction that produced a large amount of boiling water vapor.

Blanche told Locke, “Our ancestors were once part of the great magic of the wizard Basil, his kin, a fact that took us a very long time to figure out.” “Our forefathers, with their lives, learned the truth about this prison, that our race did not live in the present, but in the prison of the past, becoming grave goods in the wizard Basil’s tomb. We spent countless generations finally figuring out how to escape this prison.”

Blanche presented the three poison beads to her palm as if they were treasures, then carefully, as if afraid that Locke would try to snatch them from her hand.

"According to our ancestors' tests, if we can collect five poison beads in this cage, we can free a spider woman from this cage."

'They actually know how to leave the secret realm.' A flicker of interest finally crossed Locke's eyes. He looked at the three spider women and pondered, 'Have the descendants of the familiar race discovered the truth and are now trying to escape this echo?'

'This is indeed a peculiar phenomenon. Even if the ancestors of these dependent races were extremely loyal to the wizard Basil, their descendants do not share that same strong connection to him. Naturally, they are unwilling to remain here as a race of tomb keepers.'

'These subordinate races all possess magical pressure at the level of a normal first-ring wizard. After all, they are the gravediggers of second-ring wizards, so their strength is actually quite considerable.'

Blanche the Spider Woman said cautiously, "My lord wizard, we wish to make a deal with you. We want enough poison beads so that our companions can all escape this cage."

"In exchange, we can tell you some information that is of vital importance to you. We spider women can set up spider silk on the ground, so that no matter who enters this cage, we can immediately sense it and know what is happening in this small area of ​​the cage."

Blanche felt Locke's magical pressure, which was like the sun compared to hers, and swallowed hard. "We want to ask you to help us collect the poison beads. In exchange, we will sell you information that is crucial to your safety and help you resolve this danger."

Locke glanced at Blanche and said, "Is your deal with me to tell me that there is an enemy of mine in this wizarding realm?"

Blanche and the other two Spider Women's expressions changed drastically. They never expected that Locke would see through their trump card in one fell swoop.

Locke looked at a rock in front of him. "Actually, I didn't call you out in the first place, but I called him out."

Locke looked at the immortal dragon scale on his left hand. The immortal dragon scale was the source of the true dragon's power. After he obtained this immortal dragon scale, the intuition that appeared from time to time in battle was strengthened again, turning into a kind of super intuition that was sometimes there and sometimes not.

Through this super intuition, Locke sensed a wizard with strong hostility towards him not long after leaving the poisonous lake. The wizard was rapidly approaching him and, once close, chose to sneak up and hide behind a rock.

When he spoke up earlier, asking someone to come out, he actually meant to ask him to come out, not to ask the three spider women to come out.

Locke noticed that his superintuition was rapidly disappearing.

Immediately, he frowned. This kind of prophetic magical ability derived from the bloodline of a true dragon seemed to be extremely unstable and not a very reliable power.

Strangely, despite gaining prophetic abilities, he did not experience any corresponding side effects.

There are three possibilities. The first possibility is that there are no side effects. The second possibility is that you haven't discovered any side effects yet.

The third possibility is that this ability has not yet been stably developed, and therefore has no side effects.

Moreover, the side effects of prophetic abilities derived from bloodlines are inherently different from the costs associated with magical abilities acquired through later learning in the field of prophecy; the two are quite distinct.

The three spider women turned around in horror to look at an eight-legged spider that was walking out from behind a rock in the distance. The spider had a human upper body and a spider lower body.

That was Nidhogg.

At this moment, Nidhogg curled his lips into a smile. "So that's how it is. So it's you lowly races causing trouble. Using me as a favor? How laughable. You're nothing but descendants of a lowly race of my ancestors, yet you dare to betray my Six Towers despite having the favor of our Basil family."

"You will pay the price."

With each step Nidhogg took, his body grew larger, unleashing a barrage of universal bloodline magic: Beast Body, Boiling Blood, Secondary Boiling, Third Berserk, and Vajra Body.

At the same time, Nidhogg stared at Locke and said, "I have clearly used the chaotic bloodline in my body to create interference and generate the [chaotic phenomenon], but you can still perceive me with some kind of intuitive ability. This shows that your prophetic ability does not come from the magical plant."

"It's your bloodline. In other words, it's your bloodline that interfered with my prophetic perception of you, causing me to make the wrong judgment and miss the opportunity to attack you when you were at your weakest."

"It's hard to believe that the bloodline power of a wizard from outside can reach this level."

(End of this chapter)