Chapter 55: Killing Mullovans, Counting After the Battle

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The anxiety was growing. Mullovans was about to touch the Alchemy Tower.

The Strange Strength Murloc held the God Bestow Spear tightly in both hands and descended from the sky in an unstoppable manner.

The spear pierced through his brain without any obstruction until it reached his stomach.

At this moment, Mullovans’ body seemed to have been cursed by “Him” as he stood motionless on the spot. Blood kept spewing out from the parts pierced by the spear.

Looking at the successful implementation of the plan and the death of Mullovans, Mas finally felt relieved.

Then, he slowly descended on the Red Crystal Gargoyle.

When Mas completely landed on the ground, he looked at the huge corpse on the ground and exclaimed, “Fortunately, this fellow is a little rash. Otherwise, it would be impossible to use such a child’s play to kill a God Bestower of the same level!

If he was calm enough and continued to use the God Bestow Spear behind him to attack the Alchemy Tower after the God Bestow Shield was stolen, the Alchemy Tower would probably collapse in less than two rounds…

Fortunately, this God Bestow Spear is a treasure for Mullovans, making him unwilling to throw it. Otherwise, we would probably have died today.”

Thinking up to this point, Mas heaved a sigh of relief. The process was too shocking. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

Fortunately, good things came after hardships. It was time for him to count the spoils of war.

Mas looked at the corpse of Mullovans in front of him. He touched it and various information regarding the corpse immediately appeared in front of him.

[God Bestower Corpse (Beginner Level 6): A corpse that contains the power of the God of Battle, Huskar. The physical strength of the corpse is extremely high, comparable to the physical body of an beginner Level 7 professional. It is a rare alchemy material that is relatively intact.]

Right at this moment, a blazing red light slowly floated out from the corpse of Mullovans, forming a rhombus crystal in the air. After half a minute, the light slowly dissipated, and the crystal lost its special power and fell to the ground.

When Mas saw this, he was afraid that there would be other special changes. He quickly walked forward and picked up the blazing red crystal from the ground. Looking at the news of the blazing red crystal in his hand, his face revealed a deep joy.

[God of Combat Huskar’s Gift (Level 6 Advanced), the Gift given by Huskar to his devout believers. It is separated from his main body and contains powerful power of the Gods and can be mixed with other alchemy materials to refine unexpected things. (Note: “His” power cannot be fused with the magic power of the Rotterdam Continent. If it is forcibly fused, bear the consequences!)]

“There’s actually such a good thing? I’ve picked up a treasure this time!”

Mas looked at the blazing red crystal in his hand and laughed loudly.

This fragment containing the power of the God of Battle, Huskar, was the alchemy item he needed the most.

Since Huskar could use the power fragment to increase the strength of others, could he also use the power fragment to refine an alchemy item that had no side effects and could increase his strength?

Once he completely mastered this powerful divine power, Mas would no longer be an ordinary person who was powerless.

“Mullovans, this battle is really destined!” Mas laughed heartily, feeling very happy.

Of course, other than the corpse of the God Bestower in front of him and the power fragments of the Gods in his hands, the God Bestow Shield lying on the ground and the five God Bestow Spear were also rare treasures.

However, just as Mas was about to touch the God Bestow Spear and the God Bestow Shield, these two treasures actually turned into dust and dissipated with the wind.

“Is it because the God Bestower, Mullovans, is already dead? He still wants to visit a few God Bestowment Treasures for free…”

Thinking of this, Mas felt pity.

However, the huge shield and spear had already turned into dust that scattered with the wind. Even if Mas wanted to restore them, he was unable to do so.

But overall, this wave was a huge gain.

The relatively perfect God Bestower corpse and the power fragments that contained the power of deities were both rare treasures in the world!

In order to prevent any other accidents, Mas put the two treasures back into the alchemy space.

Now, what Mas was waiting for was for Belek to send him the alchemy materials needed to refine the alchemical soldiers. He had a feeling that once his Creator’s Alchemy Platform leveled up, there would definitely be a huge change in him.

“Belek, you’re the only one left. Don’t disappoint me…” Mas looked in the direction of the Storm Empire’s capital city and muttered from time to time.

It was almost noon.

Belek, whom Mas had been thinking about, finally arrived.

Belek was riding an early-stage Level 2 Earth Dragon, followed by a convoy of hundreds of people. When he pulled hundreds of huge boxes and rushed towards the Alchemy Tower, Mas revealed a thick smile.

Hard work paid off. Belek had finally arrived.

In fact, when Mas fell asleep last night, he even recalled that if Belek had not come by noon today, he would have ridden the Red Crystal Gargoyle to the capital to find him.

This was something that could not be helped. The rising desire in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. It even affected his thoughts sometimes.

Mas was not careless. He called Walter, Harry, Sha You, Leah and the other three to follow him and waited for Belek at the door of the Alchemy Tower.

Belek rode on the earth dragon. His fat body was covered in sweat. From time to time, he would mutter, “The sun today is really killer. I hope brother Dyson isn’t out in the Alchemy Tower today. Otherwise, it will be troublesome later…”

While Belek was feeling depressed about the hot weather, he saw Mas and the others waiting outside the Alchemy Tower.

“Hey, brother Dyson, sorry to have kept you waiting!”

“President Belek, why are you so excited? It’s only been a few days since we last met,” Mas looked at Belek’s exaggerated expression and asked with a smile.

“Brother Dyson, it’s all thanks to you this time!”

“I informed the royal family member who asked me to buy 10,000 alchemical soldiers!”

“He has promised me that when I give him 10,000 alchemical soldiers, he will make me a viscount!”

“How can I not be happy about such good news!?”

“With this identity as a noble viscount, my business can be even smoother!” Belek laughed loudly.

“Oh? So that’s how it is. No wonder.. I was wondering what could make the president of your Sith Chamber of Commerce so happy! Sigh, wait, pardon me, it should be Viscount Belek!” Mas laughed.

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