This is a Summoning Spell, a little trick that must be used in conjunction with Flying Powder. Mix the powder into the magic tools, and you’ll achieve this effect.
Therefore, many magic tools utilize Flying Powder.
"Hmm, what should I call you... Magic Hand Blanket? Novice Flying Carpet? Forget it, Novice Sett will do for now; I can think of a more distinctive name later."
Soak it in the pool of Super Magic Dust.
In this way, the three matched magic tools are all completed; just wait for them to absorb the magic power and completely transform.
"I’ve done everything in the textbook; now it’s time to make something different."
Lin Suo strokes his chin, contemplating how to craft firearms.
The structure of firearms is actually quite simple, mainly precision issues with the gun barrel and the proportion of gunpowder.
Precision can be managed with spiritual power, accurate to the micron.
Gunpowder and bullets are a problem, as is what witchcraft to inscribe.
To draw on the bullets, you need to master higher-level micro-engraving rune techniques, which are mentioned in the books, but not detailed.
Lin Suo had placed his hopes on the Power of Synthesis, guessing that his Talent would undergo an Ascension with a major breakthrough in Rank, but in reality, nothing happened.
Which is very frustrating.
"In that case, I can only work on improving my skill level in Alchemy, breaking through a few times, then I’ll probably get it."
As time passed, more and more people were infected with Hydrophobia, and the sunny Coastal City was unknowingly enveloped by a heavy cloud.
Coughing, humidity, patients vomiting liquid like that from corpses, flowing everywhere.
The city gates have long been closed.
The nobles of the upper tiers had their family Wizards seal off the entire area early on, indifferent to the lives in the same city, enduring a vicious epidemic they should never have faced.
Cries of suffering fill the air, with a salt and fish stink that’s hard to bear.
Apart from the Empire’s officials in the Administration District dispatching a large number of resident Knights and outsourced Court Wizards to save the people of Dan Dong with all their might, the most miserable were those of different races...
Among all the sick, the civilians in the Mixed Blood District were the most wretched, rarely receiving treatment, leading to numerous Half-Beasts undergoing mutation.
Their bodies began to deform, swelling and rotting, but what seemed like a disease was, in fact, the manifestation of a Curse, ultimately causing many Half-Beasts to go berserk.
They innately possess the bloodline of ancient Beastmen, naturally strong, and under the threat of the Curse, they instinctively unleash their final frenzy.
That is... the most primal bestiality!!
Pairs of blood-red eyes, under the shroud of clouds, violently and greedily gaze towards more flesh and blood creatures.
The Giant Beast Family.
The newly established third largest Wizard organization, headquartered within the city, Repa looked at his sister who was unconscious but had a rosy complexion, very puzzled.
Their rescue mission had gone very smoothly.
He not only didn’t encounter Alder, but he also didn’t meet the traitorous Snake Demon Bloodline Wizard, and after clearing some of the Eternal Drowners on the island, they returned without incident.
He didn’t even see the infected Wizard from the Ocean Academy.
But no matter how many times he used Soul Detection or mind exploration on Olivia, he didn’t find any problems.
This is his sister, Bloodline and kin.
This made him very uncomfortable.
Just then, two Wild Witches promoted by Repa ran in, panicked.
"President! Those sick Half-Beasts in the city have gone mad, they have started cannibalism again!"
Upon hearing this, Repa’s eyes grew cold.
As the only Wizard organization temporarily residing in the city, he bears an inescapable responsibility for the riots happening within, since the Empire has been comfortable with the safety of the city.
Partly due to the nobles with titles stationed here, and partly because of the presence of these wizarding organizations, the Court Wizards dispatched by the Empire are typically those eliminated in the competition.
The truly powerful Wizards are generally not within the Empire; reportedly, they are in another location that can bring greater benefits to the Empire.
The city’s resources, therefore, they do not mind sharing with them. (Mainly because new blood is born from the common people.)
But this presupposition was based on the absence of such riots.
"What’s going on, Half-Beasts daring to devour humans? Who’s instigating them behind the scenes? Have you figured it out?"
The two exchanged a glance, feeling a tingling scalp.
"President, it seems that no one directed it. I think it’s due to a disease."
"How is that possible! A mere plague..."
Wait, thinking of this, Repa stared at his unconscious sister, unable to calm down for a long time.
His eyes were bloodshot, veins protruding, grinding his teeth in fury.
He finally spotted the problem!
A vast Magic Field emanated from his body, waves formed without wind, his hair fluttering.
Gray, gray, purple—three Magic Rings expanded from within him, then contracted sharply, appearing before his right eye like orbits.
Through the empty space in the middle, Repa’s vision changed.
His sister, who had been clean and clear, was now a grotesque and massive, rotting and stinking water corpse!
Yet, the vision from his other eye saw everything as normal.
"Eternal Drowner Curse!!!"
Losing his mind, Repa’s right hand suddenly produced a gray light orb, instantly hitting Olivia, turning the vision of the rotting corpse slowly back to normal.
But the mottled spots of decay would not disappear.
Purifying the soul could dispel the curse, but it could not save the life of his sister.
"Thomas, Leiden, inform everyone that whoever kills a diseased individual must purify them once, starting now, let the city return to peace."
Witnessing the vice-president transformed into a corpse, they understood something and quickly nodded in agreement.
Repa took a deep breath, his face cold as he soared into the sky, heading towards Late Bell Island, on a quest for revenge.
Little did he know, after he left.
The curse was spreading among the brotherhood’s members, the Apprentice Level Wild Witches with varying degrees of mutations, could not escape the contamination of the curse either.
Madness was spreading.
Late Bell Island, a massive fleet had just docked.
Dozens of Official Level Wizards, escorting a young man off the ship.
The young man had dark purple hair, handsome features but always with an undispellable gloomy air about him.
He is Barto Hemmer Purple Bauhinia, the fourth son of the family’s direct lineage, just over twenty years old and already an Official Level Wizard.
This expedition was for the Twilight Power Black Box of Late Bell Island.
According to an unnamed kind-hearted wizard who had "slipped," Alder’s true foundation was still on Late Bell Island.
Following the customary tradition of the Purple Orchid family.
What’s his is his; nobody can take it away!
"Uncle, I heard that the Ocean Academy and White Tower have already dispatched a group of Wild Witches for cleansing?"
"That’s not all, it’s been going on for half a year."
An old man with gray hair nodded and shook his head on the side.
"Indeed, a large wave of Wild Witches was organized some time ago, but they never returned. A few days ago, Repa from the Giant Beast Family also came here, and he has already returned to port."
Barto nodded, instructing.
"Everyone be careful, don’t get tainted by the curse, otherwise..."
"Yes! Fourth Young Master, we all understand."
With a cold response, Barto led the way to begin clearing out the Eternal Drowners crawling out from the deep sea, he needed a safe passage.