Chapter 243

Chapter 243 Mana 600, Magic Pressure 700!

After killing Severin, Locke took the Astral Ring from her hand. He then looked at Severin, who had turned into a pile of charcoal. “Finally, I killed this dark wizard.”

“I have killed the wizard seed of the Blood Curse Court.”

“I guess the Blood Curse Court will issue the strictest hunting order against me next. But it doesn’t matter. After I finish this, I’ll win the competition contract and a large amount of magical resources. I can start preparing and accumulating the necessary skills to become a full-fledged wizard.”

In the short term, he would not need to leave Lilith’s Hut again. The next time he would leave the base camp of Lilith’s Hut would probably be after he became a first-ring wizard.

Locke turned around, flew into the air, and drank a bottle of Spirit Spring Soul Surge Potion. Thanks to the physical enhancement brought by the blood of ancient creatures, he was able to take this potion four times in a short period of time.

Otherwise, not to mention the toxicity of the potion, the effect of heart crystallization brought about by this potion alone is likely to cause cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, leading to the wizard’s instant death.

After all, even if a wizard can replace part of his body’s organs, if a problem occurs instantly during a battle and there is no time to resolve it, he will still die.

Locke looked at the resource library. Because the defensive magic circle in the research institute had completely lost its effect, the magic lock of the resource library also lost its effect due to the loss of the central curse energy supply, and the door of the resource library was opened.

Locke entered the resource library and found that there were indeed a large number of rare resources everywhere in this huge dark warehouse.

Locke didn’t have time to pick, so he used Green Wash to grab and manipulate dozens of magic vines, grabbing a little bit of everything and putting it into his star ring.

Because the space in the astral ring was limited, he could only pick a little of everything, especially those magical resources that could increase mental strength and those that would help him break through to become a formal wizard.

He was like a wolf among a flock of sheep, frantically moving resources.

At the same time, Locke saw a mine stored in this resource library. He flew over and looked down, only to see that the magic lock on the surface of the mine had automatically opened due to the loss of energy support, revealing a large amount of liquid stored deep inside the mine.

“This is… Tartarus cryptworm cerebrospinal fluid. There’s so much of it.” Locke realized, “This might be a large part of the resources Rashid Talil needs. This cerebrospinal fluid is so precious because it’s a necessity for formal wizards. How could an ordinary first-class wizard apprentice possibly obtain such a large amount of it?”

“If there are so many, my astral ring won’t be able to hold them all.”

Locke felt a headache and quickly threw out all the garbage in his star ring to free up some space. Then he used the glass jars inside the resource library to continuously hold the Tartarus crypt worm spinal fluid in the mine warehouse and put it in his star ring.

After filling twenty large cans, Locke saw that he couldn’t put any more cans in. He thought about it, took off his coat, stood at the entrance of the mine warehouse… and jumped down.

Locke was not prepared to finish pretending, so he jumped down and enjoyed himself first.

Then, find witch Sophia and share the cerebrospinal fluid with her. Finally, find Albert, Andy and others to share the remaining Tartarus crypt worm cerebrospinal fluid.

Locke dived, huddled under the cerebrospinal fluid, and swallowed it in big gulps. Streams of hot fluid flowed from his internal organs, into his skin and bones, and into his soul.

Both of his eyes were filled with blue arcane light.

Locke entered a state of meditation, and his body began to sense the extremely distant natural plane again. This time, the illusion in front of his eyes changed, and he was closer to the majestic World Tree.

His palm touched the bark of the World Tree.

Then, the World Tree seemed to have a conversation with itself.

“You’re here. Three Eyes.”

The next moment, what appeared in front of the World Tree was no longer the image of a wizard, but a three-eyed cat with tiger eyes.

On the forehead of this three-eyed tiger-eyed cat appeared a mysterious word “king” written in Ogham script.

“Time seems to have passed so long ago, so long ago that your duty seems to have been forgotten, Three Eyes. The natural plane needs you, needs you mythical creatures.”

“The natural plane will once again grant you the responsibility of guarding it, and you will regain the qualifications to…”

“Wait, your strength still seems insufficient. Now is not the right time yet. Reach adulthood as soon as possible, Three Eyes.”

“You are the only remaining Three-Eyes…”

In reality, Locke’s magic power continued to boil and improve rapidly in the special resonance formed by the ancient biological bloodline, the advanced meditation method of the natural plane, and the Tartarus spinal fluid.

About half an hour later, Locke surfaced. He used plant mimicry: a bird of prey flew out, and at the same time closed the natural magic eye on his forehead, deactivating his bloodline.

“What’s going on? The bloodline of ancient creatures is actually connected to the natural plane. A change has occurred that I’m not aware of.”

Locke was flying in mid-air above the resource library, his eyes changing slightly. “The foundation of plant-based wizards is basically advanced meditation techniques from the natural plane. But they rarely have the bloodline of ancient creatures.”

“It’s almost impossible to revive and locate the bloodlines of ancient creatures with a high degree of accuracy without archaeological methods. However, relying solely on archaeologists is useless. A certain amount of research in potion science is also required.”

“Furthermore, it seems that this kind of mutation isn’t something you’d find in ordinary ancient creatures. The three-eyed tiger-eyed cat is a special kind of ancient creature.”

Locke gave a wry smile. “I’m just incredibly lucky. I randomly chose a field of research on the bloodline of an ancient creature, and unexpectedly came up with something like this.”

“Guard? Duty? What is that? It seems that I must become a first-ring wizard before I can have this duty of guarding.”

“Could it be that ancient magical creatures are more complex than I thought?”

Locke took a look at the mine warehouse, scattered a handful of iron grass seeds, and used plant magic to seal the entrance to the warehouse.

“Never mind, let’s go find Teacher Sophia and Albert first. Albert still has Hussein and Morris on his side, so he might not have the upper hand. My current magic pressure has increased to 600 after the mutation just now. Add to that the black magic pressure boost from the Black Lock Sword Bamboo, and my current magic pressure is 700.”

Locke’s eyes shifted slightly. “Albert’s magic pressure is 800, so as long as the total magic pressure doesn’t exceed 800, the magic pressure within the Black Lock Sword Bamboo can still provide me with external amplification.”

“With my current level of magical power, I can already barely catch up with the top first-class wizard apprentices in the academy.”

(End of this chapter)