"It's useful for Jackson and Celes, but forget about you and Hu Tao." Homer directly gave Downton a heads-up.
"Why? Wasn't it possible just now?" Downton looked bitter. He was also planning to use the altar to increase his strength and advance to the sixth soul level as soon as possible.
As long as he reaches the war level, Downton will be considered the number one figure in the entire Morning Mist Town. Anyone who wants to pay attention to him must consider the consequences.
"That's because I consumed the source and purified the dark essence into energy suitable for you, okay?" Homer really wanted to roll his eyes, "Calculating this, in just a short period of time, I have to collect at least a hundred ghouls.
Only the remains of the soul can be exchanged for it."
"It's a bit of a loss!" Downton sighed helplessly.
"When I regain my power, this kind of energy purification will be a trivial matter." Homer was also very depressed. It was so embarrassing that the majestic ancient magic book was hampered by some soul energy.
"What are you worried about? Why don't we just go hunt the ghouls?" Hutao calculated on his fingers, "The eldest brother is the one who needs the most strength, so it is not a pity to waste some soul energy during purification, even Homer
It’s just a small loss, but when big brother’s strength improves, can’t he make up for it by hunting more monsters?”
"Stop talking." With Downton's IQ, he had already considered this issue, but he respected Homer's thoughts and knew that Grimoire was eager to regain his strength as soon as possible.
"You kid, you're actually playing tricks with me." Homer lightly bumped Downton's forehead, "Forget it, let's help you improve first. Anyway, I'm already like this, and it's long before I can regain all my power.
That’s enough time to wait.”
"Haha!" Downton scratched his hair in embarrassment.
Downton was seriously injured. Naturally, the process of conquering the cathedral was put on hold. However, he had already obtained the Moonfire suit and the Order suit in the arsenal, plus Quasimodo, which was a great harvest.
"It's not safe here, let's go back to the stronghold, right?" Jackson suggested, fearing that some monster would break into the altar area.
"It's not safe on the way back. Downton can't fight at all." Celes frowned, "Why don't we build a teleportation array here? Anyway, we will come here to use the altar in the future."
"No!" Homer objected.
"It's okay in the short term, but it might not be a problem in half a month." Downton understood the Grimoire's concerns, "After the altar is activated, the dark essence absorbed will be helpful to undead creatures. Those who are qualified to stay in the mana well will
The monsters don't care, but mid-level ones like Jackson are definitely coveting this place and will attack sooner or later!"
"Wouldn't it be better to kill them all?" Hu Tao felt that this was not a problem.
Downton smiled and said nothing. He knew himself. Even if he got Quasimodo, he still didn't have the strength to protect himself in the dungeon.
"Forget it, stay here for a few days first and squeeze out as much remaining value as possible." Homer risked his life, "Don't waste time, I will activate the altar now."
The Eye of the Abyss floated around to check whether the magic circle was damaged in the previous battle, and then the elemental arm replaced some damaged magic stones.
"Meditate!"
After Downton drank a magic energy extraction potion, he endured the pain in his body, calmed down, and performed Holy Angel Meditation.
The dried soul seeds released soul power, and soon formed a soul power group, turning into a soul angel, pulling in and resonating with the surrounding magic energy. It became wings and shot into Downton's body.
The altar started to operate again, and the crackling and flashing purple lightning gradually increased. They were the dark essence drawn from the void.
Jackson seized the opportunity and absorbed it with all his strength. Quasimodo was not interested in practicing. When he just opened his eyes, he was like a newborn, full of curiosity about the world and looking around.
"You go and guard in the corridor." Homer assigned a task to Abomination. While instilling the purifying essence into Downton's body, he taught Celes how to make better use of them.
Celes listened attentively. Downton's injury made her blame herself very much, and she secretly made up her mind to become very powerful and share his worries.
Hutao was a little loli who couldn't stay still. After just five minutes, her body felt like she was being harassed by an insect, twisting and turning.
"Forget it, you can go and play too, but don't run around."
Hearing Homer's words, Hutao cheered and left.
Half an hour later, the number of soul angels reached sixty. This is the maximum number that Downton can gather after becoming the fifth-level soul. Compared with ordinary magic users, the magic energy absorption rate is at least ten times faster, but the "wings"
The shooting didn't last long, he vomited a mouthful of blood and quit the meditation.
"Your body is too weak to support long-term meditation." Homer warned, "You must pay attention to your body and don't be too desperate, otherwise it will leave hidden dangers and affect your future development."
"Using potions and altars, how long will it take for me to rise to the sixth level?" Downton wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Robinson must have had an adventure, and I must kill him as soon as possible."
"It will take a month at the earliest!"
"By the way, if we enter the Hive Laboratory, wouldn't it mean that we can leave this dangerous place and recuperate at the same time?" Downton discovered a new problem.
"Stop daydreaming. When I enter the laboratory and the big library, I will leave obvious plane guides there for the next time I return. Forget about ordinary magic users. If I meet an experienced
Yes, they can definitely be found." Homer explained, "The guides are very fragile, and even a little bit of magic energy fluctuation can affect them. Even if the magic user cannot see them, if there is a battle, the guides will be disordered.
Then we’ll just wait and die in the laboratory!”
"You're not that unlucky, are you?" Downton still wanted to take a gamble.
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected." Homer reminded, "You probably don't know that there is a type of magic called fate, and you don't know about the magic of great prophecy. I don't want to be plotted against."
"These magics and divine arts are at least legendary, right? Those who know these must be big shots, so they won't come to deal with me, right?" Downton joked. In fact, he understood that even if they showed up, they would probably be dealing with grimoires.
"Forget it, let's build a teleportation array. In your current state, if you want to return to the stronghold from the sewer, you will be surrounded by dangers." Homer weighed the options and decided that this method was the safest. Of course, it also cost the most money and consumed the original power.
After simply eating something, Downton leaned against the wall and fell into sleep again. He was really too tired.
When he woke up again, Downton found himself lying on the bed covered with blankets, Hutao was dozing on the table, and the corners of his mouth were covered with glistening saliva.
Pushing open the door, Jackson and Quasimodo were guarding each other like two generals, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Master, are you awake? You scared me to death." Jackson flattered him, but Quasimodo didn't say anything. He just stared at Downton with his big eyes, without blinking.
"Where's Celes?" Downton found that his body had been bandaged and covered with bandages.
"Studying under the supervision of Homer!" Jackson nodded and bowed, "I will take you to find them!"
After meeting Homer, Downton made a request to enter an independent laboratory, where he could not only recuperate from injuries, but also make potions without any delay.
"I want to go too." Jackson raised his hand.
"You stay here, Jackson. I'll give you a mission. Find Robinson and see what he's doing? I'll ask Quasimodo to protect you." Downton has decided to go find him as soon as he reaches the sixth level.
Settle accounts.
"Yes!" Jackson agreed with a grimace.
After passing through the cross-light door, Hu Tao realized that her eyes were not full, and she was startled by everything she saw, especially the age-old blood stains and torture instruments in the dungeon, which made her amazed.
Through the hundred-fold locked magic door and through the astral passage, Downton led everyone into the independent experiment.
"You go ahead, I'll take them to other rooms, but be careful about your health." After giving the instructions to Downton, Homer prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute, the power on the Titan statue is about to run out, what will we do next?" Downton was a little worried, that was his biggest trump card.
"I know a powerful potion. After drinking it, you can have the strength of a giant within ten minutes, but it is more expensive." Homer always has a solution.
"Where are the drawings? We're not short of money!" Even though Downton said he didn't care, after seeing the materials used and estimating the cost, he was still a little dumbfounded. One piece costs 200,000 gold coins. This thing is really not ordinary.
You can afford it.
"Eh? You want to take extra classes? Why? Aren't you here to have fun?" Hu Tao complained from the corridor, "No, I have to go find my brother!"
The little Lolita was obviously no match for Homer, and she was quickly made obedient to him.
Twenty working days later, when Downton saw Hu Tao again, the little Loli had her head drooped, dejected, and her two dark circles looked like a panda.
"Big brother, wuwuwu, why don't you come and save me?" Seeing Downton, Little Walnut swooped down and hung on him like a koala, crying with tears in her eyes.
"I'm going back to the mine. The time agreed with Barak has come, and I'm also going to build a set of armor for Quasimodo." Downton is looking forward to what rare herbs the tauren will bring. If there are herbs that can be used to make powerful potions,
Even better.
Homer had no objection.
After returning to the dungeon, Downton did not rush to teleport, but first went to replace the demon servants damaged in the battle. Hundreds of thousands of ghouls were his source of troops.
"The air in the human world is still fresh!" After walking out of the dormitory, Jackson stretched and took a deep breath, with an intoxicated look on his face.
Downton had just entered the stables, ready to borrow some horses, when his loyal servant heard that he had appeared and hurried over.
"Where have you been recently?" the loyal servant complained, "I have looked for you several times, but you can't be seen!"
"I'm asking for leave!" Downton frowned. It's not Dofink who wants to kill the cunning rabbit and play a lackey role, right?
"Come with me quickly. Several people have come to the mine to find you. They have been waiting for several days. The boss dare not neglect them!" the loyal servant urged.
"Could it be that Hannah came to the door?" Downton was depressed. If he had known this, he might as well not have come back. (To be continued...)