Mystery, unknown, fear...!

These are all the thoughts that come to mind when they see the front of the figure in the window in this small alchemy workshop.

I can't even see what it looks like.

"Ahh

An alchemy apprentice couldn't help but clutch his head and fall to the ground, as if something was frantically drilling into his mind.

And this was like a signal, and the other alchemy apprentices also screamed and fell to the ground with their heads in their hands.

It's just their shrill screams, but they don't leak anything.

The alchemy workshop is soundproofed and protected to ensure that any accidents are prepared.

The door had closed before I knew it, so it was impossible to get out even if I shouted loudly.

On top of that, Taling doesn't monitor all areas.

Theoretically, if the tower spirit wishes, all areas of the tower can be monitored.

The problem is that no one wants this kind of thing.

Therefore, only public areas can be monitored, and private areas will not be monitored.

Soon.

A group of alchemist apprentices were all silent.

He's dead!

Yes, just like that, without any fight at all.

The cause of death was 'just because I looked at you more in the crowd,' which sounds ridiculous.

But if the person looking at it is not human, then it is not impossible.

The Ancient Grim Reaper!

The figure standing at the window is naturally the ancient god of death who had infiltrated the mage tower before.

I was collecting information before, but now I broke out when the time came.

"Alright, let's go!"

The ancient god of death kept his eyes locked on the alchemist at the door, not giving the other party the slightest chance to cast spells or make small movements.

Although in terms of strength, you can crush the other party with your hands.

However, this is the Mage Tower, the home of the Silver Federation, and if he really wants to let Taling find out, then no matter how strong he is, he will have to kneel.

Not even to say that his strength is limited by the plane, and even if he doesn't, he has to kneel.

After speaking, the ancient god of death stepped forward and merged with the shadow at the feet of the old alchemist.

The other party is not Anroth or the Son of the Church, but there is no way to accommodate his existence, so he can only hide in the shadows.

And the alchemist, who had been standing still, turned around and left the alchemy workshop as if he had just woken up, and carefully locked the door.

As he walked slowly to the Mage's Tower, the alchemists who passed by greeted him.

"Master Sebi!"

Yes, old Serbi was a master alchemist.

And that's why the Ancient Grim Reaper is eyeing him.

Because in the Mage Tower, there are some places that you must have permission to access.

The alchemy workshop just now is the place where the other party uses it to 'do private work'.

Although Old Serbi had a bigger and better alchemy workshop.

But most of the income there did not belong to him, so he set up a small workshop to make a profit for himself.

It is precisely because it is a small private workshop that the precautions are not too strict.

The big workshop is under the surveillance of the tower, and you can imagine how tightly guarded it is.

That's why they hunt each other in small workshops.

As long as you can control the opponent, you can walk freely in the Mage Tower.

As an alchemy master, his authority is naturally extremely amazing.

And the mistake of the old Sebi is that he specializes in alchemy, and his own combat power depends on props and alchemy puppets, but once he is attacked without preparation, it becomes like this.

If you tell him the information in advance, although you are still not an opponent, it will not be too difficult to protect yourself or escape.

Choosing the other party to make a move is also the wisdom of the ancient god of death.

No matter how many and strong foreign objects are, as long as they can't do it themselves, then it is not too easy for him to control them.

It didn't take long.

Old Serbi came to the depths of the mage's tower.

An area guarded by a large number of alchemy golems and traps.

However, he had access to it, so he entered without any problems.

The first to appear in view.

It is the size of a football field, dozens of meters deep, and it should not be called a 'pool' at all, but a metal pool of a 'lake'.

Elemental Pool!

At the same time, it is also the 'heart' of the Mage Tower.

And this is where the Ancient Reaper targeted.

If he wanted to destroy it, he couldn't do it instantly.

Even in this kind of core area, it may be noticed by the tower as soon as it emerges.

So after checking the elemental pool according to the process, Old Serbi turned around and left the place as if he had done nothing.

It's just that no one noticed that there was an extra dark shadow in the 'liquefaction magic' of the elemental pool, which was originally clean and clear, like a lake, and it was still spreading rapidly.

It's like dripping ink into a bottle of water.

Yes, the Ancient Reaper has accomplished his mission.

Directly pollute the Elemental Pool with abilities, so that the Sky Dome will not be able to function until the contamination is removed.

Whatever you want to do, you need mana, and if the mana goes wrong, the Mage Tower will stop like the engine is running on non-oil.

Don't go head-to-head!

This is the strategy of the Ancient Reaper.

for even as strong as Him.

It is also impossible to be an opponent in such a place.

In the world of heroes, even the strongest enemies can be piled to death.

And there is no high health level, so it will be immune to the low level of enemy damage this kind of dog blood setting.

If you are not careful, it is not impossible to fall into the hands of ordinary people.

It's just that the odds are the same as in reality, and it doesn't matter if you win the first prize ten times in a row.

The odds of thinking about it in a dream.

After leaving the elemental pool underground, the Ancient Reaper quickly came somewhere on the surface level.

Warehouse!

With the authority of Lao Sebi, even the core area can be entered, let alone this kind of place, so it is extremely smooth to enter, not to mention, but also to support everyone.

It didn't take long to find the target.

Fierce fire oil!

Yes, this is a dangerous item that only alchemists can refine.

And for the demand for this thing, no matter which force is not too much, there is no need to worry about sales.

And the Silver Federation is the largest producer, so there is this mountain of fierce fire oil in pools of metal the size of basketball courts.

Note that there are special spells and arrangements in the warehouse that make sure there is no way to ignite the fire.

Without a flame, the oil is just a liquid with a pungent smell and is not very dangerous.

At the same time, the warehouse is specially built to ensure that flames do not leak out.

But only if no one makes trouble!

Once someone chooses to do something, that's a different story.

At the beginning, after reading the information given by Zhao Hao, the Ancient God of Death had the idea of using fierce fire oil.

Although the elemental pool has been manipulated, if someone takes care of it, it can be cleaned up quickly.

So create chaos to attract attention so that people can't fix the elemental pool.

Wow, wow!

The valves of the metal pools were opened, but there were no separate containers underneath, allowing the hot oil to pour directly to the ground and then flow out of the warehouse.

Yes, directly 'flooded the Seventh Army', flooding this layer and several layers of the ground with fierce fire oil.

The Elemental Pool is located in the deep underground area, and if you want to go to repair it, you have to pass through the oily area, and you can't pass through it at all.

After opening all the pool valves, the Ancient Reaper manipulated Old Serbi to leave the warehouse.

As soon as he came out, he collided head-on with the alchemists who had chosen to check it out because they had discovered that the fire oil was flowing everywhere.

"What are you doing!"

The leader of the alchemist roared.

As refiners, they were naturally very aware of the danger of such a thing, so they were so angry.

"I want to see a fireworks!"

A strange look appeared on Old Serbi's face.

Syllable!

The right hand snapped its fingers slightly, and green flames appeared on the fingertips.

Surrounded by a frantically flowing stream of fierce fire oil, and the flames of his fingertips ignited, no one was stunned by this scene.

"You're not him!"

The alchemist seemed to have discovered something.

"Who knows?"

Of course, the Ancient Reaper would not reveal his identity.

His goal was to delay others from getting to the elemental pool, and he was happy to drag time with nonsense.

Igniting the fiery oil was a means, not an end, so he was not in a hurry.

Whew, whew!

Suddenly, everyone felt that the enchantment, the energy supply... and so on, all of which began to be disconnected or dissolved one after another.

"What's going on?"

"Oh my God!"

"He must have done it!"

…

Voices of uneasiness rang out from all over the Mage Tower.

And the Ancient Reaper also knew that the means he had arranged had taken effect, and the next thing was to see what other people were doing.

(End of chapter)