Wizards: Starting as a Potions Master!

Chapter 409 Encountering Primitive Death Again

I don't know if the patriarch of the Old Law Church said anything to the mayor of Miletus, but the mayor of Miletus tried to see me several times.

However, Su Nan declined, citing being too busy with other matters.

In fact, Su Nan was indeed busy. He spent another five days at his manor in Miletus researching and developing a way to unlock the magic for higher-level summoning.

Inside the study, Su Nan looked at the magic array design drawings on the table. "It is indeed quite difficult to dispel the power of chaos. The power of chaos has the natural characteristic of entangling my soul."

Warwick looked at the array diagram.

Su Nan said, "To unlock it, a powerful life form needs to die. I can use its death to unlock my superior summoning."

This means that you can no longer use your own superior summons casually in the future.

Warwick asked doubtfully, "Young master, how powerful a life form do you need to die so I can hunt one down for you?"

Warwick frowned. "In most areas, such a being certainly doesn't exist. Right now, in this Prime Material Plane, there are only a few places where such a powerful being might exist."

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Warwick sensed the five refined breathing techniques and immediately laughed, "This is far more comprehensive than the crude breathing techniques I came up with myself, young master."

"aging……"

"Tell me the identity and location of the person who plotted to overthrow Michael VIII."

"The White Sun..."

Meanwhile, the knight was riding a unicorn.

Werewolf Breathing Technique is a supplementary and highly efficient breathing method that naturally emerges after a werewolf enhances their life level using magical potions.

Su Nan and the others had been deliberately suppressing their demonic pressure, which was why the people of Miletus were able to live in peace. However, these two beings who fought their way into Miletus completely disregarded the safety of mortals.

A divine blessing erupted from him, also blessing the two holy swords in his hands. He slashed into the air, and instantly, divine power and the aura of death clashed fiercely in mid-air.

"As expected, the old law church still has a solid foundation."

They traveled all the way from the cities of Nicaea to this city of Miletus.

In fact, Su Nan had already shared this simple breathing method with the eight high priests in the werewolf plane through the wolf pack effect, and asked them to teach it to the warriors in the Warrior Academy first.

Su Nan told the rest of the wolf pack to remain still, while he took Warwick and headed to the old city of Miletus. There, they found many buildings destroyed and many mortals dead in the battle between two beings with immense magical pressure.

The knight before me must be a knight of law.

At the same time, this also means that if Su Nan is willing, he can have Count Peter's territory and all the citizens of the werewolf empire learn this breathing method.

"Now that I'm a second-circle wizard and a plane lord, I don't need to do some small experiments myself; others will produce the results for me."

Learning this simple version of breathing will make it easier to learn advanced breathing techniques in the future.

"And the more this is the case, the more it proves that I must conquer even larger territories. The territories of the Prime Material Plane are even more necessary for me to obtain."

Also known as the Holy Sun.

However, with the suppression by the major churches in Asia Minor, ordinary people would only assume it was a natural death.

Seeing this, Su Nan pondered, "That knight seems to be fighting an unseen enemy. And on this knight's forehead, there is a white sun mark, a red sun pattern, which is the mark of the primordial sun, and a golden sun pattern, which is the mark of the sun god of the current pantheon of order."

The sound of primal death reached Tacitus's ears. Tacitus's magical pressure, due to his aging body, continued to decrease, falling below 700.

Primal Death said smugly, "Sir Tacitus, you are too old. If it were your prime, more than two thousand years ago, I, in my state without divinity, would have been unable to do anything to you."

Su Nan nodded slightly. He had at least used the AI ​​to accelerate the process of summarizing the breathing technique, which had been going on for over a hundred years.

One man is a civilization in himself! Therefore, the werewolf breathing technique that Warwick has now obtained is indeed far more complex and comprehensive than the crude techniques and experiences he has summarized on his own.

Warwick closed his eyes, sensing the magical pressure of the newcomer. "Very powerful magical pressure, but unfortunately it's not even 1000."

It was dusk when Su Nan suddenly looked out the window, because he sensed two powerful demonic pressures entangled in the distance.

Ten minutes later, Warwick had completed the initial energy cycle of the werewolf breathing technique. His magic pressure remained unchanged at around 700, but his efficiency in using magic pressure more than doubled, and his combat power increased significantly.

Su Nan heard a voice, and his expression immediately became very subtle.

But he is indeed too old.

"But you are only human. You do not have an immortal body. After a thousand years of ravages, you are too old. You are no match for death."

Su Nan said to Warwick, "They're here. Those two beings with immense magical pressure have arrived in Miletus and entered its old town. Let's go see if they're fighting over some special resource."

'This byproduct of the werewolf potion system seems to be able to support a unique power system in itself.'

Tacitus's divine power erupted. "Wishful thinking. Divine blessing!"

It's estimated that they've killed many mortals along the way.

However, the opponent should not be an ordinary great knight, or even an ordinary legendary knight. Moreover, there are traces of wizard magic on the opponent, which seems to be the work of an alchemist.

"The only beings who can possess both divine and magical power seem to be the knights from the golden age of cooperation between the church and wizards more than two thousand years ago," Su Nan thought.

Su Nan transmitted a document to Warwick via telepathy. "You previously discovered the energy circulation routes within your body, which I have already summarized. There are twelve circulation routes in total."

"If you think it's okay, you can teach it to other werewolves."

While completing the five formal breathing methods, Su Nan also perfected a simple breathing method suitable for the average human body.

"The Pure White Council has already disintegrated, so how can there still be such a powerful magical pressure located in Asia Minor?" Su Nan raised his eyebrows and glanced at it. Warwick was also eager to try.

Primal Death seemed genuinely angry. "Tch, even your own gods are on the verge of death. Although the death of gods is not my concern, I sense the tombs of the gods calling to Him."

"The Mirror of Death"

"Based on the energy cycle, you can utilize the magical pressure within your body more efficiently, enhancing the werewolf's melee combat ability. I call this energy cycle method the Breathing Technique."

The Knight Tacitus burst out of a house, slightly out of breath. "Even in death, I will return to my Lord's Kingdom."

Warwick said to Sunan, "I choose the attack-specialized version of the Werewolf Breathing Technique."

Many more died under the immense magical pressure from both sides.

"However, regardless of the era, I truly detest the act of the gods in heaven taking away the souls of believers. It diminishes the absolute majesty of death."

Su Nan said, "It requires at least the level of a senior second-circle wizard, which means at least 2000 points of magic pressure."

These were the two powerful demonic pressures that Su Nan had previously sensed.

"Currently, five breathing techniques have been developed, clearly categorized as attack-oriented, endurance-oriented, defense-oriented, recovery-oriented, and speed-oriented. Once each breathing technique is established, changing it is as difficult as changing a meditation technique."

Therefore, the law symbolizes the white sun.

Because he ran into an old acquaintance, the very person who should be in Stormwind Keep, the Primal Death.

The knight of the gods, possessing divine power, has the ability to harm Primal Death. This is completely different from the situation Sunan faced when he was powerless against Primal Death in the sewers of Stormwind Keep.

"If you tell me, I'll spare your life for now. You're going to die of old age anyway."

The God of Law likens the law to the sun, just as the sun benefits the world as long as it exists, so too will the world return to order as long as the law exists.

Although he was just a knight, he possessed both divine and magical power. He had a white sun mark on his forehead, and his entire body was made of mithril, gold, and silver. He wielded two swords, and his skin had magical patterns, clearly indicating the use of magic rune technology.

Su Nan thought to himself, "Never mind, I have a plane and an empire as my testing grounds. Surely some geniuses will come up with these ideas and refine them for me."

His life energy converged towards his heart and two wolf claws.

When Knight Tacitus raised his hands and swung the holy sword blessed by the Lord of Law at Primal Death in the void, Primal Death also copied Knight Tacitus's power. The two forces collided and erupted with a powerful, intertwined magical pressure.

At that moment, the voice of primal death appeared beside the Knight of God, laughing, "Knight Tacitus, you are old. And old age means falling into my domain. No one can escape death, do you understand?"

Essentially, it's about making better use of the werewolves' life energy.

"It's none of your business, you washed-up Grim Reaper, to have something to say here."

They won't pursue the matter. In the old city, Su Nan saw the full appearance of the two powerful beings. It turned out that the other party was just one person, and a knight dressed in glittering golden armor with a pair of golden angel wings on his back.

"But who exactly is hunting down a knight of this caliber?"

Su Nan quickly searched his memory for books he had read. "That's right, the white sun is the mark of the God of Law."

The chilling voice of Primal Death appeared behind him. "Second-order Death, Old Age."

Suddenly, Tacitus felt a sudden weakness in his hands. Even the blessing left within him by the Lord of Law a thousand years ago could not resist this powerlessness. His left hand loosened, and a holy sword was knocked away by the primal death in the air.

He immediately gripped the hilt of the holy sword with his left hand, while his right hand held it tightly.

With both hands exerting force, he barely managed to grasp the holy sword and stop it from being knocked away.

(End of this chapter)