Witch Alchemist

"My spiritual thoughts seem to have generated a kind of attraction, pulling out the source material hidden inside that has accumulated over the years...

However, this seems to depend on the 'core' I condensed before.

I don't know what kind of results will be condensed in the end!"

Having had similar experiences before, Roy was not in a hurry. He just collected the other spoils first and waited quietly for the results.

At this moment, he felt a threat.

It was the bound heroic spirit coming over.

The essence of this thing is a fallen soul. It should have been emitting light all over its body, like the pure soul form of a light man, but now, it has been trapped on this empty island for a long time, and has been stained with many evil thoughts of fallen souls.

Some of those evil thoughts are generated by itself, and some are from the outside world.

Roy couldn't tell the details for a while, but he could clearly find that this made his whole body wrapped in a layer of pitch-black mud like asphalt, and it continued to emit thick smoke.

Even the appearance of the body has changed distortedly.

Its overall appearance presents the characteristics of a swollen giant tiger man.

At the same time, the right claw deformed, showing a spiritual feature similar to that of a star soul beast.

The tiger spirit spotted Roy from a distance, squatted slightly, and then rushed up with his hands and feet at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Roy, jumped high, and swung his claws to attack.

Roy dodged nimbly.

As he turned around, a lightning-shining iron chain like a python stabbed at the opponent.

The tiger spirit's body shook violently!

He slowly raised his head and saw Roy holding a star iron chain spear in one hand and a frost blade in the other. As he stood upright, a huge aura emerged.

The iron chain blessed by the "activation technique" was wrapping up the power of binding the soul with witchcraft energy, trapping the huge spirit in place.

The mimic meat mushroom in the shape of a two-legged flying dragon fell from the sky and attacked with its claws, launching a fierce coordinated attack.

Even a second-level hero was grabbed off a piece of meat in the face of such a fierce attack.

But its essence is not a flesh and blood body, but a spirit body composed of soul essence.

So Roy saw that the skin of the hero was scratched and piled on it, like a broken shell of asphalt and mud was scratched.

What leaked out was not blood like ordinary creatures, but light.

The pure light from the soul was spreading outward like a puff of white smoke!

Roy felt the mystery inside and accelerated his attack more and more vigorously.

Finally, he seized the opportunity and jumped from the sky to pour out the liquid thunder that had been hidden before, which contained thousands of degrees of attack.

This was the power from Masur.

At that time, he was excited to see the prey, and left a small amount of power in the form of teaching demonstration.

Unexpectedly, Roy used the secret seal to refine it and store it.

Over the past year, he took it out from time to time for comprehension and research, and it can be said that it has been fully utilized so far.

As the power inside continued to drain, the value of continued sealing and control also visibly disappeared.

However, after all, it was a power comparable to the second-level witchcraft, and it still had more than 1000 degrees of power left!

The roaring thunder roared, like a thunderbolt falling over the sky island.

Duluer and others who had already escaped to the distance stared at all this in amazement, and were so shocked that they couldn't speak for a long time.

"That... that madman!"

"He is really challenging the spirit of the ancient hero!"

He quickly and decisively continued to move away along the iron chain.

Now, he just wanted to escape as far as possible!

...

At the sky island.

Roy stood calmly, looking at the ancient hero who was hit by the sword master's ultimate move "Thunder Roar".

His body trembled.

The asphalt and mud-like skin on his body was cracked, and dazzling light was constantly blooming from the inside to the outside.

This powerful second-level spirit...

was killed instantly!

He should have been very strong. Even if he used blackening potions or other means that could attack entities, it would be difficult to defeat him.

But by chance, Roy accidentally accumulated a portion of liquid thunder from Masur and refined it in his own way.

The final result was that even the spirit could not bear it and was blasted away on the spot.

Since this was not his own power, Roy had nothing to be proud of. He just watched the changes in the spirit in front of him calmly.

Gradually, he showed a bit of surprise on his face: "This is..."

After the soul was completely peeled off, the outer shell like silt finally faded away completely, and a spirit with pure white light floated up lightly.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

"Thank you, young man in the future!"

The tiger orc's soul said, showing a clear thinking ability.

"You still retain the memory of your life?"

Roy asked with some curiosity.

"Yes, I have been trapped here for many years. In a trance, it was like a long nightmare...

Thanks to you, I was rescued!"

Tiger Spirit said with some gratitude.

"According to the ancient agreement, those who bring us souls trapped in the 'Lightless Land' can become the object of our pursuit.

Are you willing to sign a symbiotic contract with me and let me become your fighting spirit?"

Immediately, the tiger spirit stretched out a glowing palm, and his mind surged, showing a memory along with information about the "Fighting Soul Covenant".

This matter concerns the ancestral spirits and the faith of the Kingdom of God.

The orcs believe that the souls of brave warriors will never be lost, and death in battle is not something to be feared at any time and in any place.

But in reality, there are indeed some souls that are captured by various powerful beings, or fall into some dangerous areas.

The heroes of later generations who rescued them should enjoy the rewards of the savior.

Before he also died and returned to the Kingdom of God, the rescued soul should protect and serve him.

Roy would agree to such a thing that was good for him.

But just as he held the tiger spirit's palm and the two souls communicated directly in the form of spirits, the tiger spirit suddenly trembled.

"You, you are not an orc!"

Roy was silent, and suddenly felt that this scene was a little subtle.

The tiger spirit is the form of the soul, and it stands to reason that it is similar to ghosts.

It should be that I, a living person, was frightened by this "ghost" who had lived for hundreds of years.

But now, at the moment of contact, it was the tiger spirit that was frightened.

"You found me!"

He suddenly grinned, and the "Soul Refining" formation in his palm was activated, and he captured the soul without any explanation.

The defeated and weak tiger spirit was immediately captured in a projection room like a golden balance.

With the crushing of the formation, he screamed and was forcibly condensed into a strange rune stone that was gray and black, but with a metallic luster on the surface.