Chapter 289: The Magic of Flying

Kalu is a wizard who specializes in necromancy. He spends more time dealing with corpses and various spirits than with normal people.

Ordinary iron ingots, several human bodies, regardless of life or death, are finally blended with five pure souls, put into the magic circle for smelting, and finally a hate is obtained.

The hate looks like a sutured corpse, with sutures as thick as a little finger all over the body, and no neck.

Its right eye is the size of a child's fist, with a lot of white in the eye and a small pupil, and the left eye is sewn together with sutures.

In the left hand is a huge black machete, and in the right hand is a thick black iron chain. There is also an arm behind him, also holding a black machete, and the machete and iron chain are covered with green and yellow mucus.

In the chest is a blood hole larger than an adult's head, and you can see the beating organs inside. Around the blood hole, bone spurs covered with yellow mucus grow.

These very common materials are smelted by the magic circle to obtain a powerful combat unit, which can even slaughter a team of extraordinary people.

As he mastered more and more necromancy, Kalu felt that penetrating the mysteries of life and soul and understanding the true meaning of death was the greatest thing.

He tried to create real life, not a creature that could only obey the master's orders and succumb to the killing instinct.

After a long study, he refined a creature with its own thoughts-the two-headed chimera.

This creature is huge, has tough skin and strong defense, can fly, has magic power and can release spell attacks, and is almost a perfect creation.

The only drawback is that it does not have the ability to reproduce.

Maybe it is a huge success for other necromancers, but for a wizard who aspires to become a creator, it is far from enough. Kalu wants to create a new species with the ability to reproduce.

He worked harder to study what form life takes, how the soul and the body are connected, how the origin of life acts on the organism, etc. are all his research objects

Collecting various knowledge and experimenting with spells are Kalu's favorite things to do, and he does not feel bored at all.

Kalu overcame one difficulty after another, but there are more doubts.

Kalu was distressed. He felt that the more he knew, the more he felt ignorant. He thought it would be great if he could obtain endless knowledge.

By chance, he got a summoning ceremony.

This was a seemingly unreliable summoning ceremony. Holding a seal made of strange symbols composed of yellow dots and lines, calling "Hasta" at midnight, he could summon the King in Yellow and gain endless knowledge.

Although it felt unreliable, Kalu decided to give it a try. What if it was true?

He strictly followed the ceremony. In the dark night, holding a special seal, he called the name of the King in Yellow.

After trying for several nights in a row, nothing happened.

Kalu secretly thought that he was actually bewitched and believed in such nonsense, so he threw this ceremony behind his mind.

After a long time, Kalu's life was about to reach the end, and he still had not fulfilled his long-cherished wish to create a new species.

Before he died, he remembered the summoning ceremony held on some nights in the past.

For some reason, Kalu decided to try it one last time. There was no loss if he failed.

He remade the mark, walked out of the house at midnight, and called the name of the Yellow King.

This time, he succeeded.

Kalu got endless knowledge as he wished, and he understood why the two-headed chimera could not reproduce.

The life source of this magical creature is defective, and of course it does not have the ability to reproduce, but he already knows how to make up for the defects of the life source.

Unfortunately, Kalu was already in his twilight years, unable to bear the sequelae brought by the endless knowledge infusion, and died soon.

Osman Druk felt that he was experiencing different lives. Sometimes he was a nobleman, sometimes a farmer, or a diligent missionary, or a necromancer. He laughed and suffered with the experiences of these people.

But no matter which kind of life, there is one thing in common, they must have some achievements in some aspects and master unique knowledge.

Countless memories came like a tide, and Osman used secret techniques to lock those memories that were of no help to him at first glance into the maze. This was the confidence for him to accept the summoning ceremony.

As the Pope in charge of the Great Church, he is not a gambler. It is impossible for him to gamble on those illusory luck without any certainty.

Gradually, the memory maze was filled. Although there were still many knowledge and experiences that had not been digested, they would not pose a big threat to him.

After an unknown period of time, he opened his eyes and sat up suddenly from the bed.

"Your Holiness, are you awake?!"

Sarko shouted in surprise. Now there are only five or six hours left before the time the Pope ordered. If the other party has not woken up by then, he does not know if he can do it.

It is difficult to decide whether to kill or not.

Now it is good, he does not have to make this difficult choice.

'Pope, are you calling me? '

Osman's eyes were not focused at all. Every acquisition of knowledge was a shock to his consciousness. For a while, he could not tell whether it was an illusion or reality.

Not hearing the answer, Sarko's heart "clicked" and he said carefully again: "Your Holiness?"

After a long time, Osman's consciousness finally became clear, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Even with the targeted secret technique, he still managed to survive with such difficulty. Without the secret technique, he might have gone crazy with schizophrenia.

"I'm better, Sako."

Osman smiled and nodded to the loyal leader of the dark guards: "I have achieved my wish. I will leave tomorrow and return to St. Peter's Basilica."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

... . . .

In the morning, Clown came to the blacksmith shop. By the time he finished work at noon, he had forged ten extraordinary weapons.

With the forging ability of the extreme realm, this little work was as easy for him as eating and drinking.

His efficiency made the three senior blacksmiths, Rubatemilou, Aaron Cole, and Jim Lavaf, envious. It took them two days to grind out a qualified finished product.

Del patted the backs of several people one by one, and smiled proudly:

"Comparing people is irritating. Everyone, you don't know yet, His Excellency the Bishop is already a fourth-level extraordinary person.

The Bishop's current strength is at the same level as His Majesty the Pope. Comparing with the Bishop is simply uncomfortable."

He thanked the Lord of Fire countless times in his heart for letting him follow such a powerful person.

Rubart sighed: "I don't envy His Excellency the Bishop becoming a fourth-level extraordinary person, but I am very jealous that people who become fourth-level extraordinary people are much better at ironmaking than us."

Aaron and Jim nodded in unison. It's okay for a person to be excellent in one aspect, but it's too discouraging for a person to be excellent in many aspects.

They have heard Del bragging about the Bishop's strength. Let's not talk about extraordinary strength for now. As long as the Bishop is willing to learn swordsmanship, shooting, refining potions, etc., he can quickly learn and master them well, and master everything.

Del was already numb to the bishop's 360-degree all-round strength. He would only think it was abnormal when the bishop could not quickly master new abilities.

He waved his hand and smiled, "Don't think about it, go eat, there are a lot of orders recently, you must work hard."

Del knew that the war was approaching, so he kept urging several senior blacksmiths.

They walked into the canteen in the backyard of the blacksmith shop together, chatting and laughing.

After finishing his work, Crown came to the warehouse and devoured the essence of the metal ingots that had accumulated during this period.

After the spirit control became powerful, it didn't take him much time to use gold devouring.

After several fine iron ingots were devoured, he released the alloy armor.

The golden light flowed, and a layer of metal armor wrapped around his whole body.

The armor was made entirely of metal essence, with a thickness of three millimeters. In terms of defense, it could withstand the piercing damage of the third-level extraordinary.

He stood still, and it took a third-level extraordinary to stab for a while before breaking the defense.

If the spirit control was used, the alloy armor could withstand the attack of the fourth-level extraordinary for a period of time.

It doesn't take much spiritual power to maintain the alloy armor. Only when the armor is damaged and repaired will it consume more spiritual power.

He uses four metal essences, copper, iron, lead, and tin, each with its own characteristics.

Iron essence has the strongest hardness, lead essence is very corrosion-resistant, copper essence is soft and can disperse force, and tin essence is extremely light, with a specific gravity less than air.

Now, the metal essences that make up the outer layer of the alloy armor are iron and lead essences. The armor has extremely strong defense against both physical and elemental damage.

The lining is copper essence, which can deal with blunt damage, disperse the impact to various parts of the body, and quickly transmit it to the ground through the feet.

Klauen's defense also includes the body defense of the fourth-level extraordinary, the passive special effects of the rock breathing method, the golden light body protection, and the source armor, a total of five layers of defense.

It can be said that if he fights at the same level, he is naturally invincible.

If there is any shortcoming, it is that he cannot fly.

If I get surrounded, it will still take a lot of effort to escape.

But will I get surrounded? It seems not.

Clown didn't think that day would come, but he could find a way to make up for this shortcoming. He had thought of an interesting experiment.

He turned his mind, and a pair of rose-gold wings immediately grew on his back, with the feathers that made up the wings clearly visible and lifelike.

The tin essence itself is silver, but it is stained by the golden light, so it forms a pure rose-gold color.

Clown let the spirit control attach to his body, control the wings to start flapping, and his feet slowly left the ground.

'I should have thought of it earlier. '

Clown was surprised and excited, and the control of his wings became a little disordered. He fell back to the ground, but it did not affect his joyful mood at all.

Although he only left the ground for more than 20 centimeters just now, it was an epic progress.

What he had to do now was to keep the spirit control's thinking synchronized with his, and then use the spirit control to control the flapping of the wings, and practice more.

After the joy, Clown hurried to the cafeteria to eat some food, and then returned to the warehouse and started practicing immediately.

With his current ability, he didn't need to go outside to practice, because he couldn't fly high or fast, and didn't need such a large venue. The empty warehouse was enough for him to practice.

The first thing he practiced was to take off. He didn't use his legs to push, but only relied on the flapping of his wings to drive his body up.

Perhaps because of his weight, the process was not particularly smooth. His wings flapped wildly and his body began to rise slowly.

When his head was about to touch the top of the warehouse, he reduced the frequency of his wings flapping, descended to mid-air, and then maintained a certain flapping frequency and hovered in the air.

After practicing for a while, he could ascend and descend quickly.

Then, Clown began to practice turning, and at this time, he began to suffer.

Just like when Iron Man first experimented with his armor, it was easy to fall from the air when practicing turning.

Fortunately, he had a physical fitness far superior to Tony Stark, and he could support himself with his hands and feet even if he fell to the ground.

With continuous practice, the soul control and his thinking became more and more in sync. When he was able to make a smooth turn, a faint sense of joy rose in his heart.

After years of hard work, Clown understood that this should be a new skill!

He remained in the air and summoned the golden wall.

As expected, a line of blue small words was found in the skill bar on the far right of the golden wall.

[Flying magic: 2/10000; first level] (If compared with birds, you can fly stupidly, but compared with humans, you are an angel flying in the sky)

The golden wall has accumulated merits today. Although the first half of the sentence is slightly ironic, the second half is still pleasant to the ear.

Clown's eyes flickered. This was the first time he created a skill, which was of great significance.

This meant that he would be able to come up with more tricks in the future. If there was no suitable skill, he would create one.

There were only two combat skills left for him to master recently, the Golden Light Curse and the Flame Breath. These two skills complemented each other, and the improvement of one could drive the improvement of the other.

Now that there was one more skill, the flying skill also needed to be mastered as soon as possible.

If the flying speed was fast enough, he could go to the cultist's camp alone to lure the two-headed chimera.

Even if he encountered a fourth-level enemy, he would not be afraid. He felt that with his current combat power, he would not be afraid of facing several sieges of the same level.

However, before executing the plan, he must have a good discussion with the archbishop and others to verify whether this speculation of invincibility at the same level was an illusion.

Thinking of this, Crown immediately walked out of the warehouse, found Del, and ordered:

"Recently I need a large number of tin ingots. I will allocate some manpower to refine more. In addition, you should contact the smelter in the mine and buy a batch of tin."

If you want to fly fast, having a pair of strong wings is a prerequisite. Human bones are not hollow like birds. If the wings are not big enough, it is really difficult to fly fast.

Del asked back: "Are there any specific requirements for the number of tin ingots?"

"The more the better."

"I understand. I will do it immediately. There are always people cleaning the snow on the railroad connecting Hamers City and the mine. You can see a large number of tin ingots tomorrow."