Inside Pahlavi's studio.

Seeger's front was now full of bottles and cans of various instruments, and a headless corpse was placed in front of him.

The corpse was coated with various potions, giving it a somewhat colorful appearance. At the same time, a thin membrane shrouded the perimeter of the corpse.

A scorching flame was roasting the eerie corpse, and the smell of burnt was in the air.

Sigur focused on the flames and the corpses, carefully controlling the fire.

Blood alchemy is the greatest innovation of the psychic school, and many of the methods in it can be called genius.

The "Psychic School and Blood Alchemy" that Sieg obtained before was only an entry-level alchemy, but Rao is like this, and it also clearly records one of the most basic blood alchemy methods - the fire method.

This method of alchemy is easy to learn and easy to learn. The old man in Linton City used this technique to refine a trace of mysterious bloodline from many slaves with trace bloodlines.

As a basic spell, the disadvantages of this method are also obvious—the failure rate is high and the bloodlines refined are extremely mottled.

Sig had no other way, his auxiliary system could not directly fuse flesh and blood, so he could only try to extract a trace of talent blood from Michelo's corpse through blood alchemy.

Although he successfully fused a trace of the bloodline of the Lord of Gluttony, that measurement was too little, so little that it had little effect on the overall strength, and he didn't even have the talent spell to awaken the corresponding bloodline, and he could only use it as a hole card on some occasions.

Now that "Psychic Bloodline and Blood Alchemy" has been translated word by word by him, although the grammar is still a little weird to read, but the general content has basically been translated.

Sigyi gourd painting scoop began to purify according to what was written above.

The flame became hotter and hotter, scorching the layers of potion applied to the surface of the corpse, and the potion reacted with the corpse, and soon a cloud of blood-colored mist began to evaporate from the corpse, and then was intercepted by the film that Sig had prepared earlier, and the cooling dripped down, and finally flowed into the instrument along the condenser tube.

This process lasted for an unknown amount of time, and finally when Micheliro's headless corpse was completely dried up and had no use value, Sig stopped refining.

With some excitement, he walked over and came to the large glass bottle filled with mysterious blood.

The surface of these bloodlines was now a faint yellow, exuding a hint of foul smell.

"Sure enough, the refining still failed. Sig looked at this large vial of blood, the generally successful refining process is to extract those blood containing the ancestor's natural bloodline, and at this moment, the large vial of blood in front of Sig has obviously been mixed with a large amount of impurity blood, which is already extremely impure.

If this kind of blood that failed to refine was forcibly fused into the body, it could have disastrous consequences, and the best way to deal with it was to find a place to dump it.

But Sieg was different, his face didn't show too much chagrin at the moment, but a strange light flashed in his eyes.

He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the dim yellow blood, and said secretly in his heart: "Try to purify!"

As Sig's voice spoke, the voice of the auxiliary system immediately sounded in his ears.

"Dingdong, the task creates the result, and the ...... is being executed"

“10%...... 30%...... 60%...... 80%......”

The progress bar went fast this time, and in a few breaths, the originally foul-smelling blood dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the color became darker and darker.

By the time the progress bar reached 100 percent, two-thirds of the original blood had dried up, and all the impurities that had been mixed in had been removed, leaving only the purest one-third.

[Name]: Bloodline of the first-level poisonous fire demon.

[Comprehensive evaluation]: One and a half stars (make do).

The information of this bloodline appeared in front of Sig.

"Try to merge!" Sieg's eyes flickered, and he gave the order again.

The next thing was much easier, and Sieg divided the bloodlines into ten parts and fused them ten times. Of these, there were only three successes and seven failures, and the success rate was impressive.

And with the completion of the fusion, Sig's overall profile has also changed.

Name: Sig.

[Bloodline 1];Poisonous Fire Demon (first-class creature).

[Bloodline Level]: Perfect (13300/100000)

[Bloodline 2]: ???

[Bloodline level]: ???

[Level]: Quasi-first-level magician

......

"I actually broke through the quasi-first level!"

Sieg felt that his strength had indeed changed dramatically, a complete change, as if he had turned into a butterfly.

The bloodline level is also a direct jump to the perfection level.

What followed was a sharp change in appearance, and Sig's originally ordinary appearance began to look angular at this moment, and he seemed to exude a trace of mysterious temperament on his body.

Call.

Sige let out a long breath of turbidity, then looked at his hands, and said calmly: "Is this the quasi-first level......

At the same time, a question also floated in his mind.

What is a quasi-first level? Why is there such a realm between the zero level and the first level? What is the way to cross the quasi-first level? What do you still lack?

He didn't know any of these questions, because his previous cultivation system about magicians was all from the book "Introduction to the Basics of Magicians", and since it was an introductory book, he naturally wouldn't introduce too much.

You have to rely on yourself.

"Maybe the Wildens have the answer I'm looking for. Sieg thought for a moment.

......

Inside Redbridge University.

At the entrance to the top of the library, there was a conspicuous no-entry sign, but a plainly dressed old man wearing a worn gentleman's top hat ignored the warning and stepped straight over the interception line and entered it.

The long corridor was a little dark, the doors on both sides were locked, and the empty corridor was only the sound of the old man's footsteps.

At the end of the corridor on this floor is a chic study, and there are small voices in the quiet study room at this moment, as if someone is talking inside.

"Peter is dead. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Sure. ”

"Who did that?!"

"I don't know, the detective he possessed died on the side of Laboratory Building Six. ”

The old man didn't stop all the way, he took off his gentleman's top hat and pushed the door in.

There were two people sitting in the room, two young people, one tall and one short, the tall one was a little thin, the dark circles under the eyes were a little exaggerated, and the whole person looked a little sluggish.

The short man is somewhat fat, with a huge belly. The eyes are as small as peanuts, and they look a little funny.

When the two saw the old man come in, they got up together and saluted respectfully, "Professor." ”

The old professor nodded, then hung his hat on a coat pole, walked over to the window, and opened the closed window.

The cold air after the winter suddenly poured in, and it also made the air circulate in this originally closed and somewhat lifeless room.

Peter's death was put aside for the time being. The old teacher turned around and said slowly to the two students, "Now there is something more important. ”

"That Keeper of Blackcastle of House Wilden has been wounded. The old professor said deeply.

When he said this, his body trembled slightly.

The other two students suddenly thought of something, and they became excited.

"Professor, is this true?"

"It should be true. The old professor's eyes showed an unconcealable excitement: "Someone saw him staggering back into the Black Tower, and his face was weak, and his body was bleeding a lot. ”

"Heaven sent it!"

"It seems that the tyranny of the Wilden family is doomed!"

The faces of the two students were distorted with excitement for a while, as if they were releasing their emotions that had been suppressed for many years.

"This must be the gift of the Lord. The old professor actually put his hand on his chest with some reverence, and after a long silence, he opened his eyes, showing a hint of madness: "Speed up the insect method sacrifice experiment, you don't need to worry so much anymore!"