Chapter 732 Unfinished Formation Formation

The arena of the International Alchemy Competition was noisy, and the spectators in the seats were erupting with enthusiasm for the wonderful performances of each contestant from time to time, and even the chirping of insects and birds in the afternoon was completely covered up.

But no matter how noisy the environment is, the contestants who can make it all the way to the final can ignore the noise. In their hearts, the most important thing is to complete the cultivation in front of them.

Among the twelve finalists, there are two who have implemented this point most thoroughly.

The handsome middle-aged wizard in a tuxedo seemed to be deaf to hearing from the very beginning, and he was outlining the lines and symbols in the formation stroke by stroke from beginning to end. As for the old hag in the African delegation, she added a silencing spell directly around her, completely blocking the sound ten steps away.

Therefore, she will not hear any noise outside at all, and similarly, people outside will not be able to hear what she is talking about.

"The bones of the fire dragon, erected unintentionally, can make the majestic magic power have something to rely on..."

As her incantation-like words settled down, the wooden staff used to stir the giant cauldron gradually slowed down the speed of the circle.

Immediately afterwards, the crucible seemed to be shaken, and a few drops of viscous liquid splashed out.

"The flesh of the amoeba, voluntarily reconstructed, frees the carrying body."

Another sentence spit out from her mouth, and when her slightly hoarse voice paused, the stirring rod was pulled out of the muddy slurry in the cauldron.

Immediately, those serous fluids suddenly calmed down, and began to continuously reduce their concentration.

"The blood of the mountain monster, drawn forcibly, can start the cycle of life and death!"

"Click—"

At the moment when the old witch finished the third sentence with a high tone,

There were several cracks in the seemingly extremely thick giant crucible. And the deep purple mist that originally drifted out of it suddenly turned into a kind of transparent white at this moment.

Then, a looming burly figure slowly stood up from the crucible, and at the moment when countless spectators looked towards this side, a pair of wide wings spread silently, blowing away the water vapor .

"That... what kind of monster?"

This time, not only the audience showed shock on their faces, but even the other contestants and the jury in the judge's seat looked at this side in astonishment.

However, the big guy standing in the crucible at this time has a human-like but rather strong physique, and has a long tail and wings that look like a fire dragon.

Judging from the height of the giant cauldron, this monster is probably as tall as a troll.

If you look at its distorted and deformed facial features, it's more like a troll than a human - although it definitely looks much "thinner" than a troll.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, the monster looked up to the sky and roared without warning, as if celebrating its own birth. With its angry howl, even the silencing spell that the old witch placed around was broken in one fell swoop, and the deafening sound immediately suppressed all the noise in the arena.

Just as the audience panicked for a moment, the old witch immediately grabbed the long skeleton staff leaning on the side and swung it at the alchemy monster.

At the same time that the other party stopped roaring and stood beside her silently, her voice spread to the audience under some effect similar to the amplifying spell.

"Please rest assured, audience and guests, it is under my control at all times. I assure you that this child will never cause any harm to everyone."

As far as the old witch called that thing "this child", I am afraid that most people present would find it hard to agree. But right now, how to call it has become a matter of second importance. Everyone only cares about whether the big guy who looks very scary will violently hurt people.

After all, just looking at the pair of dragon wings covered with hard scales, you can tell that this big guy is probably able to soar freely in the sky.

"... Synthetic Beast."

Mr. Hohenheim deserves to be the special invited chief judge of this event, and his insight is outstanding. After just a few more glances, he understood exactly what the old African witch had refined.

If the previous sand corpse and unicorn can be compared to transfiguration in modern magic, then the thing made by the old witch must be compared with the technology of blood transformation.

In terms of the degree of transformation, even the alienated acromantula produced by Maca is far from being comparable to it; but the biggest flaw of the monster in front of him is that it is not a real life and has no independent self-will , and some are just some basic movements that have been preset in the formation.

"Excuse me, can you really control it completely?"

There were too many people at the event, and Hohenheim knew very well how troublesome it would be if this thing really made a fuss.

So, out of caution, he quickly asked another question with anxiety.

"Yes, Mr. Hohenheim, chief judge," the old witch said calmly, "I'm pretty sure of that."

After that, she simply put the skeleton stick in her hand to the ground for a moment, and the monster sat down obediently beside her immediately.

Seeing the big guy being so obedient, the audience calmed down secretly, and incomparably surprised and curious once again occupied their hearts.

Everyone is speculating whether this will be the final champion of this final.

Up to this point, the magic of alchemy had been deeply imprinted into the minds of the wizards present, and the purpose of Maca, Edward the Butler, and Madam Maxime's decision to hold this event was actually half accomplished.

In the end, when Edward appeared on the stage and announced the legacy of Nicole Flamel to the public, presumably alchemy will usher in a new round of beginning in the near future.

It's just that when the eleven finalists have completed their refined works, there is still one gentleman who is still concentrating on describing every symbol and every line in his refined formation.

To be honest, although at the beginning, many people admired his undivided attitude, and some even liked him more because of his calmness. But until now, they are still slowly drawing lines and drawing symbols by themselves, which is a bit unbearable.

Logically speaking, if so many spectators, contestants and even the judges were to wait patiently for him alone, anyone else would feel uneasy.

But this guy just buried himself in his own business and didn't respond at all. I don't know, is he really ignorant of the changes in the surrounding environment, or is he pretending to be ignorant?

In fact, there is still time left for the competition, because it has been considered in advance that there will be many unpredictable events in the first alchemy competition.

Therefore, both Maca and Hohenheim agreed at the time that more time is better than less time. If the players finish all before the time is up, they can naturally skip to the next stage.

But now it seems that the extra time will probably have to be spent on the last player.

However, after all, there are clear regulations first, whether it is the judges or the audience, they have to resign themselves to their fate and wait with peace of mind. Everyone watched the wizard in tuxedo squatting on the spot, slowly adding new ink marks to the formation, and time was slowly passing by.

"If this goes on...it can't be done!"

Sitting in a seat in the VIP seats, Minister of Magic Scrimgeour glanced at the other auditoriums at the back from time to time, feeling a little anxious in his heart.

He is also one of the people who attaches great importance to this game, and compared to others, he pays more attention to the viewing experience of these spectators.

As the supreme coordinator of the British magic world, he is extremely looking forward to the positive impact of the Alchemy Competition on Hogwarts and the entire British magic world, and all of this will become one of his biggest achievements during his tenure.

But now, the gap caused by waiting for a player may completely wipe away the good impression given to the audience by the previous hot schedule.

"Where did McLean go..." Scrimgeour muttered looking around, "If he was here, maybe there would be some good solution."

It's a pity that Maca won't come back at least until dark.

In the next two hours, the wizard in the tuxedo failed to complete his formation after all, and the game time had already been exhausted.

Hohenheim stared at the huge hourglass in the sky, watched the last grain of sand fall quietly, and then he stood up suddenly.

"I declare that the final stage of the First International Alchemy Competition is over!"

It was the second after Mr. Hohenheim said this, the middle-aged wizard who was squatting on the ground focused and forming a formation also stood up with his numb knees, and gently put the pen in his hand back. on the stone platform beside him.

Many people saw that there was a trace of regret on his always indifferent face.

Immediately, Hohenheim followed the established procedures, and together with the members of the jury, began to report the contestants' scores.

Not surprisingly, the wizard in the tuxedo didn't complete the competition requirements and got a "favorite" zero score. As for the old witch in Africa, although her synthetic beast caused some controversy in the jury, because even the transformation of the blood of magical creatures is expressly prohibited.

However, since the International Federation of Wizards has no actual regulations on alchemy, and at the academic level, she is indeed enough to be ranked first.

Therefore, Hohenheim still gave her the recognition she deserved.

When the champion was finally decided, everything seemed to be coming to an end logically, and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, suddenly appeared from an entrance.

Behind her, Mrs. Maxim and the old housekeeper Edward also walked into everyone's field of vision.

But at this moment, old Edward's eyes suddenly passed over the formation at the feet of the wizard in tuxedo, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

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