Downton was worried about being deceived and did not let the two human shields get out of the way. He continued to stab the black-blooded spider several times with the knight's gun until the black-blooded spider completely lost its breath.
"Totally dead!"
As Homer projected the text, a wisp of purple soul remains was pulled out of the black blood spider's body and sucked into the grimoire.
When the crisis was over, Downton sat down on the ground, breathing heavily. The exhaustion of exhausting his magic energy and physical strength was like a tide, hitting his nerves, like a clockwork that had been twisted to the limit, making his whole body feel numb.
In pain.
Taking off his helmet, Downton took a few greedy breaths. He didn't care about the pool of blood and minced meat on the floor, and simply lay down on it with his limbs spread wide.
Celes was also sweating profusely. If it weren't for the magic diamond that Downton gave her to support her, her magic energy would have been exhausted.
"In the future, we must prepare some potions that can instantly replenish magic energy. Magic stones are still too slow." Downton summarized his combat experience.
Absorbing the magic energy from the magic stone requires resonance and guidance with soul power, which is not only distracting, but also too slow, which is a taboo in battle.
"It's just to kill a low-level black-blooded spider. It takes so much effort. You must practice more!" Homer projected text and scolded Downton.
This is a black-blooded spider whose strength is probably at the peak of the third level of the soul. If Downton knew the truth, he might become complacent and not want to make progress. Homer would never allow this to happen, but for his performance, he felt deep in his heart.
Still very satisfied.
"My number two!"
Downton didn't read Homer's words at all, because after fighting for so many days, Ghoul No. 2 finally reached his limit. His body could no longer support the heavy armor, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
"It won't work. Number 2 has multiple broken bones. Let's get a new one!" Homer released his soul eye and scanned the ghoul's condition carefully.
Downton helped Number Two take off his armor, and saw that the bones in some parts had pierced the flesh, most of the tendons were torn, and the entire body was deformed.
It is indeed the most cost-effective cannon fodder. As long as the head is intact, it will continue to fight. However, if the body is too seriously damaged, it will also affect the combat effectiveness. After all, no one is stupid enough to be bitten to death by an immobile ghoul.
Although the high-quality armor from the weapons shop is rusty and ugly due to lack of maintenance for a long time, except for the inability to activate special effects, the defense power has not been reduced much.
Compared with ordinary equipment, they are still of higher quality. If they are brought back to Chenmist Town, there will definitely be desperate mercenaries rushing to buy them.
In the past ten days, No. 2 and No. 3 have worn out more than ten sets of this kind of armor alone, which is simply better than the mercenaries of some small adventure groups.
"When you have money in the future, you can buy excellent armor for your ghoul servants. They will be as durable as turtle shells!"
Downton thought of the fearless charging and blocking of No. 2 and No. 3. If they had a large group, they would be extremely powerful.
"It was so dangerous just now!" Celes floated over, and after being frightened, she became excited again, "Is this a fight where you can die at any time? It's so exciting!"
"She won't become a fighting maniac, right?"
Downton was a little envious of Celes. She was indeed born into a magical race. Under Homer's guidance, she learned magic incredibly quickly.
If two people fight against each other, Celes can completely use the kite-flying tactic to kill Downton, who has no long-range attack methods.
Of course, Celes definitely doesn't have this kind of fighting IQ now, and Downton won't be stupid enough to chase her and kill her. He will choose tactics that suit him.
"Celeste's qualifications and talents are good. As long as she works hard enough, she can definitely become a death banshee famous in the mainland!" Homer sighed. If Celes was born in the country of the undead, she would definitely be a seed that is specially cultivated.
"It's time to harvest the spoils!" After recovering some of his strength, Downton jumped up, cut open the body of the black-blooded spider, and dug out the magic core.
"Huh? Not killing No. 2?" Homer was puzzled.
"Forget it, it has been with me for so long, and I really can't bear to extract the remains of its soul." Downton asked Celes to get ink and quill, and write an explanation on the grimoire.
"There is no way to cancel the confession of the dead. If it doesn't die, you will lose one of your servants!" Homer said he was not sure about Downton's decision.
"Okay, then kill it, don't extract the soul!" Downton walked to No. 2, raised his sword and smashed its brain, "May your soul enter heaven and rest in peace forever!"
"Actually, for the millions of undead in this underground city, death is a kind of relief!" Homer sighed.
"This monster is very strong, it should be worth a lot of souls, right?" Downton finally remembered the business, "Do I still have enough sacrifices?"
"Already paid off!"
"So fast?" Downton was stunned. This answer was a bit unexpected.
"In the past ten days, you have been doing almost nothing but meditating and fighting. You have had very little time to eat and sleep. All this hard work and sweat will not be in vain." Homer rarely praised Downton.
"Suddenly I feel a lot more relaxed. I am indeed debt-free!" Downton couldn't help laughing, "What's next? By the way, open the war space and take away all the wealth here."
"Are you a despicable goblin who will be satisfied with a piece of rotten bread just waiting to die? Can you have some ideals and courage?" Homer was really angry. "Don't you want to own the entire dungeon?"
"Huh?" Downton retorted, "I'm not that greedy!"
"This is not greed, this is the goal that a man should have. Do you want to be a civilian for the rest of your life?"
Downton didn't speak, but clenched his fist tightly. Which boy didn't dream of becoming a hero when he was a child? Didn't he dream of marrying a princess?
"There are nearly a million undead in this dungeon, which is a huge death crisis, but it is also an opportunity. If you kill them all and sacrifice their souls, any god will be so generous that you will be stunned."
"Powerful martial arts, magic, divine arts, legendary magic equipment, and even artifacts are all beyond your imagination. No god can produce them."
"Gold coins, famous paintings, gems, and priceless works of art are all lying there now, waiting for you to pick them up. Well, even if it is the most common ceramic in the grocery store, if you bring it back to the Western Continent, it will be an antique.
You can easily sell it for a few hundred gold coins."
"Things are more valuable when they are rare, and if there are more of them, they are worthless." Downton was not stupid, "Besides, there are not many people who like to collect."
"How about you pursue a little bit? Take a look at the magnificent castle in the city center. It must be the residence of a hereditary duke. What do you think of his collection? And the treasury in the homes of those nobles is enough for you to spend ten lifetimes.
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"Most nobles like to buy one or two oil paintings by famous masters and hang them on the walls to show their taste. After you search the dungeon, you can hang them in every corner of the mansion."
"Many, many paintings!" Celes nodded. When she was bored, she wandered around and saw too many oil paintings.
"See that magic tower?"
"Yeah!" Downton raised his head and looked to the north, where there was a towering mage tower that reached into the clouds. It was very visually intense, like a sharp blade piercing the sky.
"You know the value of a mage tower even if I don't tell you!" Homer said, "Looking at its size, the owner's strength will definitely exceed the dragon-slaying level."
"You think I didn't die fast enough? The Mage Tower is the residence of magicians, the last fortress. It's full of traps. If I don't get permission from the owner to enter, I'll be bombarded to pieces by the defensive magic array."
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Although he complained, Downton knew that Homer was right. Among the ancient ruins that adventurers flock to, the wizard's tower, the king's castle, the magic academy, etc. are the most valuable places and the most fiercely contested.
The place.
"Except for these, if the news that this place has five times the concentration of magic energy spreads out, even those strong dragon-slaying experts will be moved and flock to snatch it and monopolize it. You must know that as long as you live here, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
I will never share it with others."
Homer feels that Downton lacks the domineering spirit to defend his own territory, but it doesn't matter, he is still young and can be cultivated slowly.
"I won't share it with others, let alone the three Robinsons who want to kill me!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Meditate quickly, continue to hunt ghouls, hone your martial arts, improve your strength, and kill them as soon as possible." Homer urged, "If you delay for one more second, they will absorb more magic energy.
Catch a soul!"
"Go! Go! Go!"
Downton jumped up and raised his arms and shouted. With Robinson's careful calculation, how could he not carry the soul stone with him? As long as he collected enough souls, he could sacrifice them at the Altar of the God of War and obtain powerful martial arts.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Celes followed Downton and shouted like him. The girl noticed that Downton seemed to be interested in living in the underground city, which made her very happy, "I will never be lonely again."
In this seemingly dead underground city, even though there is a faint light emitting from the fluorescent moss, it still looks dim and unchanged. Except when he is hungry, Downton cannot feel the passage of time at all.
It was another ten days of hard training, eating spider meat and drinking ghost honey, which were far more nutritious than eating black bread. Downton grew taller and stronger, and was no longer as thin as before.
With the continuous meditation on the Holy Angel Statue, the soul seed has now grown to the size of a green bean, and the stored magic energy has increased, preventing Downton from releasing a few magical spells and becoming a demon.
"I want to go back!" Downton chopped down a low-level ghoul and took advantage of the rest time to discuss it with Homer.
"We do have to go back." Homer agreed. "You can't always eat spider meat. Ghost honey is also limited. Although Celes doesn't care, you should drink it sparingly."
"Food, water, magic stones, potions, in short I need a lot of supplies." Downton already had a complete plan.
In the past ten days, Downton had accumulated a lot of soul remains, but instead of using them as sacrifices in exchange for divine spells, they were all swallowed up by the grimoire in order to open up the war space and bring supplies.