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The table, utensils, and materials in the lab were still the same as when Lucien first came in to collect the dust of wraiths. There was no smell of strangers. Only the wind from the hidden ventilation hole carried a faint smell of sulfur.
Lucien maintained his focus and waited calmly for half an hour, which was the time when the night watchers left and the cultists resumed their surveillance.
There was no movement from above the lab. After making sure it was safe, Lucien activated the many elementary alchemy circles on the stone table one by one with his spiritual power. Then he took out a tube of dust of wraiths, three black corpse mushrooms, the dark wriggling brain tissue of the water ghost, and some other auxiliary materials from the material box that was enchanted with the Organ Preservation spell.
Although the effect of the spell had passed for twenty-four hours, with the help of the ice crystals and the other materials that Lucien bought, the brain tissue of the water ghost did not show any signs of damage.
This was the measure that Lucien took to prevent himself from casting the Organ Preservation spell every day due to delays.
Putting on a pair of gloves and picking up a pure silver dagger, Lucien picked up a black corpse mushroom and put it into the alchemy circle.
"6.72 grams."
Lucien wrote down the weight of the black corpse mushroom and calculated the amount of other materials in the Library of the Soul. Then he put the mushroom into a glass container engraved with magic runes. Then he took out a dry glass beaker and weighed it.
Pouring the dust of wraiths into the beaker, Lucien observed the changes of the alchemy circle until the translucent shimmering dust weighed about three grams.
Using the same method to weigh ten grams of Moonlight Rose, Lucien picked up the shining pure silver dagger with his white-gloved hand and gently cut the dark brain tissue of the water ghost.
The brain tissue of the water ghost, which was wriggling like countless worms, suddenly wriggled violently as if it had sensed great danger. The cold and slippery feeling of disgust was clearly transmitted to Lucien's brain through his gloved fingertips.
Countless water ghosts and wraiths appeared in front of Lucien, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. Their rotten skin and flesh, their bloody teeth, and their foul stench were terrifying and disgusting.
However, Lucien cut down coldly without trembling. Following the complicated texture of the brain tissue, he cut out the delicate internal tissue.
The water ghost and the wraiths suddenly disappeared. The wriggling of the water ghost's brain tissue returned to its original state, and it continued to calm down.
After using the weighing alchemy formation and a silver dagger to determine the weight of the brain tissue, Lucien took out a thick black container that looked like a clay pot and placed it on top of the flame alchemy formation.
The flames changed from dark red to dark red, orange, and golden yellow before stabilizing at a golden-white color.
Lucien first threw the Black Corpse Mushroom into a container, then added a small amount of water and stirred it with a glass rod.
The Black Corpse Mushroom was not like other plants, which would scorch or explode under high temperature. Instead, it melted little by little, and a foul stench gradually spread out. However, it was restrained within the container by the alchemy formation.
When the black, viscous liquid bubbled, Lucien's hand was unusually steady as he added the Wraiths' Powder and Moonlight Rose's powder into the container.
The moment the three materials came into contact with each other, a large amount of black and silver smoke emerged.
The smoke kept expanding and contracting, as if there were countless souls fighting within it. Waves of faintly discernible, mournful screams entered Lucien's ears, making him feel slightly nauseous and nauseous.
Lucien was unmoved. He resisted the discomfort and manipulated the flame with his mental strength, turning the golden-white flame into a pure white color.
The black and silver smoke started to slowly merge and condense, presenting a pale white color that resembled the skin of a dead but not yet rotten human. It made people shiver and feel chills.
As time passed, the smoke condensed into strange, pale water drops. Seizing the opportunity, Lucien threw the brain tissue of the water ghost into the container with the silver dagger.
The pale water drops in the container all melted into the brain tissue as if they had met a magnet. In just one second, the brain tissue of the water ghost disappeared in a strange way.
The temperature in the magic lab suddenly dropped, and the atmosphere became gloomy. The pure white flame was burning with traces of gloomy green, which made people's hearts palpitate.
In the empty lab, Lucien took three steps back. His internal organs were rolling. It was so disgusting that he almost fainted.
"I was attacked by infrasound of a certain intensity. Weeping Soul can cause such a change?" Lucien could barely stand still as he tried to figure out the situation.
Then, a complicated spell came out from Lucien's mouth. A transparent ring-shaped wall surrounded Lucien's body, and the ripples on the wall were vibrating!
"Noise Barrier!"
After blocking the follow-up attack, Lucien took a few seconds to recover and cast Illumination again.
A bright ball of light appeared in the spacious lab. Under the strong light, Lucien could see the dense pale human faces in the container!
Those faces were transparent and blurry. Lucien could barely see their facial features, but they were emitting a strong sense of hatred and gloominess. They were trying to break free from the alchemy circle and crawl into Lucien's body.
They were not like pure wraiths, but more like a mixture of spirits and curses. If they crawled into Lucien's body, he would have a miserable ending.
Lucien cast a series of powerful spells, which were similar to Illumination, one after another. Under the superposition of the spells, those blurry faces gradually disappeared.
When the lab returned to normal, Lucien saw that there was only a little bit of black liquid left in the container, and it was emitting a strong burnt smell.
"The translation of the formula of Weeping Soul in the witch's notes should be correct. Maybe there were some restrictions that she didn't think were important, so she didn't translate it. This almost got me killed. " Lucien took off his gloves and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. "I have to find a chance to learn the language of the ancient magic empire."
"I did everything according to the witch's notes. The only difference is that the brain tissue of the water ghost I used is a mutated one. That's probably the problem." Lucien thought and analyzed the formula and the process again.
Weeping Soul potion was an outstanding achievement of necromancy in the ancient Sylvanas Empire. According to the witch's notes, the formula was only known by a very small number of sorcerers. Her ancestor got the formula by chance after an exchange. Therefore, the formula had to be very precise. Even the slightest change in the ingredients could lead to failure.
Luckily, Lucien's mutated brain tissue only had a little bit more soul power, which was essentially the same as the brain tissue of a normal water ghost. Therefore, Lucien soon came up with a solution and decided to remake the potion again.
This time, Lucien used the black corpse mushroom that had the darkest color and the best quality. The process was exactly the same as the first time. Lucien reached the last step very smoothly.
Lucien took a look at the soundproof wall and the trap that he set up in advance. Calmly and calmly, he threw the brain tissue of the water ghost into the container, letting it absorb the strange, pale water drops.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! "
Shrill cries came out of the container one after another. They were full of sadness and misery, but they were offset by the Soundproof Barrier.
The dark brain tissue of the water ghost quickly lost its color and became light black and sticky.
The change was partly because of the witch's notes and partly because of Lucien's calculation. Therefore, he did not panic but threw a small amount of ancillary materials into the flame.
The pure white flame suddenly burst out and covered the entire container. Then, it suddenly died out.
When the flame disappeared, there was about thirty milliliters of liquid in the container. It was light black and kept bubbling. Inside each bubble was a blurry, pale and vicious human face. They kept screaming and crying, which made people's heart soften.
"No wonder it's called 'Crying Soul'."
Lucien cast Mage's Hand and put the horrible dark potion into a glass test tube.
After careful observation, Lucien confirmed that the potion was the same as the 'Crying Soul' described by the witch. He gritted his teeth, raised his head, and directly poured the potion into his mouth.
"There's no time and no material to test the potion's characteristics! The witch won't harm herself! "
The potion was not as bad as Lucien imagined. It was just a little strange that it was slippery. Lucien made up his mind and swallowed it smoothly.
"Uh, chicken flavor?"
But soon, Lucien felt a stabbing pain in his body that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. It was as if his body was going to be torn into pieces.
Countless cries echoed in his ears. Lucien could no longer tell whether it was real or an illusion.
This kind of extreme pain could not be resisted by spellcasting. Lucien could only squat down and lie down. He tightly bit the cloth ball that he prepared in advance and rolled on the ground, trying to reduce the pain.
However, Lucien still had the last bit of unshakable clarity in his mind.
"After a few months of training, my body was originally better than a normal person's. But after overdrawing my potential twice, I became the same as a normal person again. Although the possibility of awakening the power of blood is high, it is not absolute!"
In the pain, Lucien only felt that all his blood was boiling, rushing to every corner of his body. Every blood vessel was expanded to the limit, as if it would burst at any time.
Lucien's exposed skin, including his face, neck, and the back of his hands, were protruding blue blood vessels one after another. It looked ferocious and terrifying.
Traces of blood mist evaporated from the blood vessels, like a bloody ball, completely enveloping Lucien, and then penetrating in the opposite direction.
In the half conscious and half hallucinating pain, Lucien gradually felt that his blood vessels were being separated. The most powerful was a deep and cold power of death, which was suppressing the other blood vessels and starting to transform his body. However, the projection of the "Host Star of Destiny" in Lucien's soul suddenly lit up and connected with the Host Star. An illusory meditation starry sky strangely appeared around him. Thus, the suppressed blood vessels received a strong support and also rapidly grew, expelling the power of death.
The two forces fiercely clashed with all the blood vessels in Lucien's body as the battlefield. Lucien, who still had a trace of consciousness, naturally hoped that the power of stars would win. At least it was not so 'evil', and in his following actions, the power of darkness might bring a certain degree of danger and obstruction.
Unfortunately, the power of death, which was like the combination of countless souls, was far stronger than Lucien's own power of stars. Just when Lucien thought that his blood vessels would burst and he would die from internal bleeding, the power of death gained the upper hand and was about to suppress the power of stars.
The crazily flowing blood seemed to be slowing down.
After all, this was the blood vessels awakened by the potion, and not Lucien's own ability.
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