Chapter 553 – Demon Storage Pool
Chapter 553 – Magic Storage Pool
Within a short period of time, Saul thought of several ways that he could boost his magic power.
It was just that none of them could be talked about on a large scale.
The last time Saul had gotten a large amount of magic power was in the Elven Valley, where he received the last gift from the half-elves.
The pure magic power on that occasion directly allowed him to save a few years of accumulating magic power, and he was smoothly promoted to a full-fledged sorcerer.
If he wasn’t a formal sorcerer, I’m afraid it would have been difficult for him to survive the Sorcerer Tower Rebellion.
But now, without the gift from heaven, Saul could only rely on himself to figure out how to raise his magic power value.
Relying on meditation alone would definitely not work.
“Currently, the main method I can think of that can raise the magic power value is to collect various materials with pure magic power and absorb them after purification. However, the disadvantage of this method is that it can’t be completely purified, and impurities will accumulate in the body. As time passes, one would also have to specifically find a way to clean it up, or else there would be a great deal of hidden danger.”
“You can build magic storage pools.” Camus suddenly said.
“Demon storage pool? What is it?”
Saul hadn’t heard of this name. Although it was easy to understand by hearing the name, he felt that the method Camus specifically proposed would not be that simple.
“The Magic Storage Pool, after collecting sorcery materials with higher magic power, extracts purer magic power through four steps: catalyzing, refining, filtering, and collecting.”
At first glance this method was similar to what Saul had thought of before.
However, Saul didn’t say anything and just quietly watched Camus.
“Each step in building a magic reservoir is critical, but the one that can determine the core of the reservoir is the third step, filtration. The selection of the filtering material determines the contamination value, some would also call it the distortion value, in the magic you extract.”
Camus’ voice was as flat and undulating as her emotions. It was like an instruction manual.
“The best filter material for …… is a living wizard.”
“I’m afraid that kind of knowledge wouldn’t be allowed to spread, would it?”
Camus didn’t answer, just looked at Saul like a statue.
Saul leaned on the lab bench and slowly turned the beaker in his hand, “Tell me about it.”
Saul had constructed a magic reservoir at the top of the Sorcerer’s Tower.
The entire pool was constructed with materials from the Sorcerer’s Tower itself, and the pool was cylindrical, two meters high and one meter in diameter.
Outside the magic storage pool, a light shading shed was also constructed with a concentrator. Different environment simulations could be performed according to different experimental materials.
Because of the sorcery, the overall construction of the magic storage pool only took less than half a month to complete.
The next step was to prepare various materials, catalysts, and …… suitable filtering materials.
When the main facility of the magic reservoir was completed, Saul left Herman in the wizard tower and took the others out himself.
Currently, the Pure Spirit Sorcerer Tower had entered a state of steady growth, and coupled with the Forbidden Demon Rhine Lake outside, he could safely leave for a while.
For this outing, Saul was going to a place provided by the old witch. I heard that she had once seen quicksand termites over there.
The queen of the quicksand termites would secrete a substance that was known as obsidian amber in the wizard world. Obsidian amber is a very efficient catalyst and has a wide range of catalytic properties.
Once upon a time, Saul had sold a bit of it when he was the second treasurer.
After leaving the Sorcerer’s Tower, he didn’t take the queen of the Quicksand Termite with him because the queen was fragile and had to live in a complex environmental simulation apparatus.
And the instruments were so sophisticated and afraid of bumps that it was impossible for Saul to take them on the road.
However, he still had some remaining obsidian amber on him, it was just that for a large-scale experimental project like the Demon Storage Pool, that little remnant was just not enough.
He needed more Dark Obsidian Amber as well as a sustainable channel to collect it.
So he was going to follow the clues provided by the old hag, find the quicksand termite colony, and then move it, along with the queen and its descendants, outside of Lake Rhine.
The old witch, on the other hand, would build an anthill outside the wizard’s tower in advance, so that when Saul returned, he could directly move the entire colony of quicksand termites into it.
This was her own proposal. The condition was that the obsidian amber produced by the queen of the ants would also have to be shared with her in part.
Saul naturally wouldn’t refuse. He also planned to send someone to move near the anthill and be in charge of guarding it. It would naturally be best if this candidate was the old hag.
The place where the old witch had once discovered the quicksand termites was not in the desert, but bizarrely appeared in a mountain forest adjacent to a settlement.
The mountain forest was not large, not even covering half of the mountain, but the plants growing inside were unusually lush and tall.
People walking inside were as small as ants.
Therefore it was called the Survivor Ancient Forest by the people in the neighborhood.
Most of the areas of the Lordless Land were unpopulated. A part of the area was only inhabited by a small number of stronger sorcerers or other powerful people living alone.
Very few places would establish settlements. Before Saul entered the Survivor’s Ancient Forest, he first went to a settlement on the side to poke around.
This settlement was also small in size, but a towering wall was built around it.
This fence looked to be a bit old. The masonry was mottled, and even a few of the sorcery spell formations inscribed on it had already failed, and were simply hanging on to serve as a deterrent.
It was bordered by mountains to the north, and the survivor ancient forest to the south, with no cover to the east or west, and only one equally weathered road extending under the fence and diverging to bypass it.
The sun poured down unchecked. It was clearly autumn, but it still had the power of midsummer.
Saul walked to the point where the main road forked.
The path leading to the settlement was overgrown with weeds and didn’t look like it was usually frequented by many people.
As Saul considered whether to take the gate or just fly in, a series of distant, messy metallic clashes caught his attention.
Seven ragged ordinary people walked out of the Survivor Ancient Forest in a line.
They all wore shackles around their ankles.
All had their left foot tied to one set of shackles, and all had their right foot tied to another set.
All seven were blindfolded with black cloth.
The first man carried a carrying lamp in his hand.
The light of the lamp was so faint that it was barely visible in the sun.
“A group of people tied together, all blindfolded, and yet they’re carrying a lamp?”
Saul stood still and watched as they walked slowly out of the mountains and forests, their bare feet moving from treading the grass to stepping on the ground to passing him by.
The men’s pants were rolled upward to their knees, while dirt hung from their calves to their toes.
When the last one passed Saul, he lifted his step and followed.
The fork in the main road was more than a hundred meters away from the doorway dug out of the fence.
As the first blindfolded man approached the closed beechwood gate, the lamp he held in his hand went out with a puff.
The first man stopped immediately.
The whole procession then came to a skillful halt.
It was then that the gate opened noiselessly a crack.
The inside of the gate was dark, as if sunlight was forbidden inside the settlement.
A huge palm peeled at the door, widening the crack a bit more, enough for a person to enter.
The lifting lamp then came back on.
The seven men in front of them continued on, very silently taking the right foot first, then the left.
Saul remained at the very back, even the frequency of his steps was consistent with that of the ordinary people in front of him.
He entered the doorway without incident and looked up to see a large, nearly triangular head poking halfway out from behind the door panel.
His pair of eyes were orange and yellow, the size of round tables. Two hands were resting one on the side of the door and one on top of the door panel.
He didn’t look at Saul, his cloudy pupils moving a little with the seven ordinary people walking slowly on the floor.
“Gollum.”
It was as if Saul heard the sound of gulping.
The monster behind the door finally pressed on, one hand releasing the door and reaching for the last of the seven.
He took hold of the man’s upper body and tried to lift him up.
But just as he raised his arm, the shackles attached to the feet of the seven men began to clatter.
The man who was grabbed was panicked, but with his mouth open, he didn’t make a sound, just kept shaking the legs that he could still move in an effort to make the sound of the shackles louder.
“Snap!”
Suddenly, a long whip stretched out from the darkness and viciously lashed the monster’s head.
“Don’t touch my things!”
An exasperated old man’s voice rang out.
(End of chapter)