Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey threw himself into the castle's underground laboratory early in the morning and began to use various magic materials to test the reduction performance of the magic spirit extract.

This life extract from another space that was accidentally discovered by Egno and Chris during the vaccine experiment is not only used to purify the plague in Harvey's eyes.

This completely equivalent energy property conversion can be applied to many magic experiment projects and can have unexpected auxiliary effects.

The first thing Harvey thought of was the magic restoration effect-casters of different factions often need to pay attention to different types of magic active time when drawing magic from the magic network through meditation guidance.

For example, when Harvey draws magic rich in death energy, according to the traditional meditation method taught by the Undead Academy, the best time is at midnight every night, when the death energy in the magic network is most active.

Most elemental casters meditate during the day. As long as the sun does not set, the four basic elements will always be active in the magic network space.

The pure magic energy that arcane spellcasters need to absorb is relatively special. Whenever they conduct meditation guidance, the magic energy they absorb from the magic network needs to be purified by their own magic patterns before they can be used for their own benefit.

"My lord, does this thing really have other great uses besides purifying the plague?" Asdaren was on duty in the laboratory as usual, responsible for assisting Harvey in conducting experiments.

"It is very useful. If this extract can really produce a reduction reaction on all magical substances, then we don't have to worry about the output of liquid magic energy anymore..."

Although countless energy-absorbing beetle swarms have been found in underground caves, they cannot be directly collected and used as energy. They also need to go through catalytic maturation, ore classification, quality selection... Finally, the qualified parts are thrown into the energy equipment modified from the demon "blood exchange instrument" for repeated purification and conversion.

Each kilogram of high-quality beetle ore can only be purified into less than two cans of liquid magic energy in the energy conversion equipment, and a magic-powered alchemical vehicle like a magic scooter only needs to travel around the territory at high speed for 100 kilometers to consume these two cans of magic energy.

Not to mention large-scale power equipment and vehicles such as magic icebreakers and living shield machines, the liquid magic energy consumed each time they run is enough to make Harvey feel painful.

"As long as this extract can be used for magic energy purification, all subsequent beetle ores produced can directly skip many tedious processes, and there is no need to wait for catalytic maturity, nor to worry about the elemental impurities in them. All can be mixed together and purified uniformly using reducing agents..."

The two discussed and conducted experiments in an orderly manner until the central magic brain instrument placed in the laboratory began to make frequent beeping sounds - this meant that someone contacted Harvey individually in the forum.

"It is probably about the plague in the capital of Saint Valen and the Federation again..." Harvey took off the protective mask on his head and walked to the magic brain instrument and sat down.

【Son of Flame: Kel'Thuzad, my dear friend! I just finished a new round of combat missions, and now I have the opportunity to contact you. If it weren't for the message from the guy with the shield, I wouldn't have known that you helped me so much! 】

Harvey was stunned for a moment, and was about to type a humble reply, when the other side sent a long message.

【Son of Flame: My nephew Durt, hehe, you should be able to recognize that guy at a glance. If it weren't for your protection, I'm afraid he would have lost his life... Damn, I told him a long time ago that there is no future in the Federation as a civilian, and the demon battlefield in the Evil Moon Mountains is a good place to display his talents. 】

Harvey's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but secretly complain: With your nephew's physique that is even weaker than mine, if he really goes to the Evil Moon Mountains, I'm afraid you will immediately receive a pension for the dead.

【Kel'Thuzad: Don't say that, it was all thanks to you, Mr. Son of Flame, who helped me in Alayeh before, and I have always remembered this favor. ]

【Son of Flame: No, no, no! The principle of equal exchange, you have already paid the price of repayment, have you forgotten? Your electromagnetic magic has played a significant role in the battles during this period... Let's talk about it, how can I thank you this time! Is there anything I can help you with? How about sending you a few demon caster captives? They are definitely top-notch experimental materials! 】

A few...are demon casters sheep that can be caught casually on a hillside?

What I lack most now is actually money! I have always been short of money!

Since the shipyard and the Moto car factory went into production, Harvey began to purchase a large amount of high-quality iron ore and expensive finished iron ingots from the southern border. The mines in his own territory could not supply such a large amount of steel manufacturing needs.

But Mr. Son of Flame is just a high-level caster like a lone family. Even if he sells his magic tower, he can't get the large amount of money Harvey needs.

[Kel'Thuzad: Forget about demon captives. The transportation cost is even higher than the living bodies themselves. There are a lot of evil orcs in the northern wilderness. I don't lack living experimental materials... Hmm, are there any other interesting things? Special magic tools or strange objects from the demons? ]

Fer Holden sat cross-legged in the marching tent, with the small magic brain device on his knees, looking at the text content sent by the other party, scratching his head.

"Hiss...whether did the special magic weapon come from? Those demon priests are not good at using magic weapons at all. They prefer to randomly transform their bodies and make themselves look like they are neither human nor ghost!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly slapped his thigh and suddenly recalled the thrilling life and death encounter some time ago.

The demon "promoter" who transplanted two strange black hands to him was wearing an inexplicable golden crown on his head, and was embedded directly into the flesh and blood on his head, looking extremely strange and terrifying.

He closed his eyes and searched through his storage ring for a while, and finally found the strange-shaped golden crown. Fair quickly took it out and took it in his hand for a look.

"It's not made of common gold, silver, copper and iron, um... the casting process looks worse than that of the apprentice of the Secret Society. It's as ugly as a child's mud... But it's also a rare and special thing, so I'll give it to Ke Mr. Erthuzad is a playful object!”

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

After saying that, he took out a lot of materials to draw temporary teleportation arrays, squatted in the tent and began to paint them busy.

...

The magic net teleportation array made a slight buzzing sound. After a light red light flashed, a lump of stuff that seemed to be wrapped casually with half a torn sheet appeared in the center of the array.

"Uh... are the gifts given by Mr. Son of Fire so casual?"

Asdaren walked up to pick up the bed sheet and opened it out in a few seconds, but stood still on the spot.

"What's wrong? Is this thing dangerous?" Harvey immediately asked.

Asdarren's metal joints seemed to tremble slightly, and it took him more than ten seconds to recover. The red soul fire in his eyes seemed to be brighter than usual.

"Sir... This is the wizard crown worn by the king of the Eternal Night... of the Eternal Night!"