Main Text Volume Chapter 310 The Lonely Road and the Bustling Town

After telling Toby not to leave the Xeno Laboratory, Angel started the refining this time.

However, there is one more thing Angel needs to do before refining: practice double-line operation. The general dual-line operation is to do two things at once, and any wizard who can meditate can do it.

However, applying double-line operation to extremely complex alchemy cannot be achieved by drawing a circle with one hand and a square with the other.

For example, the two-line operation that Angel needs to do will be much more difficult. While sculpting the enchantment of the magic energy array, the space props are being refined. Both sides need to focus, especially the magic energy array enchantment. Not only must the magic power be output stably, but also there must be no distractions.

However, the above is limited to other enchantment alchemists.

For Angel, when he enchanted the magic energy array, he had the help of holographic projection, so he only had to follow the example. As for the stable output of magic power, it is not difficult to have a universal axis in the thinking space.

For him, what he really needs to pay attention to is the training of space props.

In this dual-line operation, there is another huge difficulty, which is also the most important reason restricting the scarcity of the production of compound-effect alchemy props: dual-line engraving of magic patterns at the same time.

This is the last step of his refining plan. Not only does he have to carve out the magic energy array to enchant it, but he also has to carve out the contract magic pattern on the other side. This step is more difficult and requires at least the mental arithmetic and control abilities of a formal wizard to complete it.

However, there are very few people who learn enchantment alchemy and reach the official wizard level.

This is the main reason why most of the compound-effect alchemy props sold on the market are produced by "blending" rather than "enchanting".

Of course, Angel ignored this step as he leaned on the holographic tablet. Although, even if the production is successful, it is suspected of being artificial, but for alchemy, there are no absolutes. The path taken by predecessors is not necessarily the most convenient method.

Moreover, enchantment alchemy is a process where practice makes perfect. Just like, Angor had to rely on holographic projection to depict such things as sharp magic patterns, frost magic patterns, armor-piercing magic patterns, and golden magic patterns... But later he painted more, and now he is more interested in such simple patterns. The magic patterns can also be carved without holographic projection.

Although he tried hard to encourage his efforts, he eventually reached the level of other enchanted alchemists. As long as the end result is the same, why care which path you take?

After spending two days getting familiar with the dual-line operation, making sure that every step was flawless and the timing could be perfectly coordinated, Angel began to officially refine it.

This refining took another two days.

Two days later, Angel excitedly entered the final stage of fusion, with his eyes starting to darken.

The "boundless silence" here has reached its final stage, and the "contract magic pattern" on the other side has also reached its final stage. When Angel manipulated two pairs of magic hands, held two carving pens, and slowly closed them left and right along a line, a strange charm emerged from the intersection point.

Condensation begins!

Angel's eyes burst with burning emotions, and when he was about to cheer, his body staggered and he almost fell. Fortunately, the refining has already entered the condensation stage, so shaking it has no effect.

He was so exhausted that he only rested for less than five hours for four consecutive days.

Angel took off his coat one by one until he was completely naked. The clothes that were thrown carelessly on the ground exuded a strong smell of sweat. His bare back was still covered with heavy sweating, and finally formed white salt scabs. Angel controlled the magic hand, took the soaked towel, and wiped it a little.

The moist feeling penetrated from the skin, and Angel's tense back finally relaxed.

Although he was doing these actions, his eyes were always on the condensed "circle". The white light kept flashing when the condensation reached the final step.

Angel thought: "It's done!"

A fierce light shone out from the "circle", and Angel's tired and dark eyes were filled with tears because of this violent flash.

When the glory passed away, Angel wiped away his tears and opened his eyes, and found that... he had actually arrived in a dark place of silence.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment around me, the crescent moon hung in the sky, and the mountains and waters in the distance were all dark. Angel understood that the strange sign had come after all.

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The appearance of an alchemical omen is not just a simple announcement of the birth of an alchemical item, it is actually more of a test for the alchemist himself.

Test whether the alchemist can withstand this heaven-defying thing.

After Angel learned about the "black cloud" omen, he went to look up all the information about the alchemical omen that night.

Any alchemy item above the intermediate level will produce alchemical signs, which are not only manifested in the outside world, but also manifested in the alchemist himself.

Strange phenomena in the outside world, such as black clouds.

The vision of the alchemist himself, such as the place of death where Angel is now.

As long as the alchemist can get through the vision, the alchemical props can be considered a real success. On the contrary, the effect of alchemy props may be discounted or even lowered in grade.

Angel also thought about why he didn't experience any abnormal signs when he was refining the revolver that marked the prelude to his demise. This was probably due to his physical condition. He might have experienced a vision without knowing it at the time.

When the refining was successful, the outside world was covered with dark clouds, and he kept hearing the howling of the dead. Angel estimated that these howlings were the so-called visions. Because when the howling of the dead just appeared, he felt a little inexplicably harsh, but as the wound of the butterfly bone itched, the originally harsh sound had no effect.

Just like when he fought with Saka in the Sky Tower, any soul howling of Sylvia had no effect on him.

Any negative effect on the soul has no effect on him.

At that time, he could rely on his special physique to survive an alchemical omen without knowing it. But now, he has to go there in person and rely on his own strength to survive this unpredictable vision.

Angel carefully looked at this land of annihilation. There was black soil under his feet, a dark river nearby, and a dark forest. In the distance were shadowy mountains. The sky was also dark. Except for a crescent moon hanging alone, there were no stars, not even clouds.

Angel looked at himself, his upper body was bare, and he was only wearing a pair of thin pants.

The night wind blew, chilling deep into his bones.

Angel was about to cast a trick to maintain his lower body temperature, but he found that the magic power could not be mobilized. The rolling magic power in the magic source was all calmed down at this moment, just like the outside environment, dead and indifferent.

Angel walked to the river. The dark river seemed to be flowing, but no sound could be heard. The world was strangely quiet, and the quiet was terrifying.

Shivering, Angel walked forward along a road.

This was the only road. The back of the road led to the forest, and the front was unknown darkness. Angel chose to walk into the darkness. There were too many dangers in the forest at night. No one knew whether there was a hidden murder in the shadow behind the next tree.

According to his intuition, Angel chose a road that at least looked flat ahead.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, perhaps an hour, or perhaps a day, Angel was very tired, but he did not stop. Inexplicably, he felt that as long as he stopped, something bad might happen.

This was a kind of intuition in the dark. Whenever this intuition appeared, Angel believed it without a doubt. When Pat Manor tested his talent and entered the nightmare world, he left smoothly because of his intuition. When he was parasitized by the parasite mother, he saved himself because of his intuition.

When the road came to the end, he found a small town.

This was a lively town. When he walked in, he found that people were laughing, singing and dancing. There were snacks on the street, neon paper lights, parties, and noisy children.

After Angel walked in, he found that all the previous silence had disappeared. Even the crescent moon hanging alone in the sky seemed a little gentle at this time, and the moonlight shining down was no longer sad and frosty, but with a faint tenderness.

This is a vibrant town, everyone is singing and dancing. Angel seemed to be infected by this emotion. Someone was dancing and walking towards him, and his eyes seemed to invite him to dance. Angel was about to take a step forward, but his vigilance made him retreat again. When the person walked to him, Angel hid in the corner. The other party noticed, but didn't care, and continued to find the next person to dance.

Angel walked forward, and more people came. From their eyes, it can be seen that some wanted to sing with him, some wanted to invite him to a bonfire dinner, and some wanted to toast with him. Angel all avoided the side. As long as he avoided, these people's eyes would not be on him.

It's really strange. They are very enthusiastic and can see him, but they don't insist on inviting him.

As he walked, Angel was thinking about what this place is. Is it an illusion? But as an outstanding disciple of the illusion department, he didn't feel any illusion.

All the perceptions, all the touches, and all the feedback information are telling that this place seems to be real. Whether it is the cold night wind and the icy river on that lonely road, or the joyful songs, the intoxicating aroma of wine, and the enthusiastic crowd in this bustling town, they are all conveying this message.

But if a real world appears just because of a vision test, that would be too extravagant, right?

Angell felt that perhaps this was something similar to the "heart demon" in the earth's fairy tales. It was like a fantasy, but it only confused your will; it was like reality, but it only took away your functions.

Just like a virtual reality game, according to the characteristics of the props you refine, a map is built for you to pass. If you pass, you will be rewarded. If you fail, you will be punished.

So the question is, what characteristics does the space prop he refined have?