??Chapter 158: Chapter 145: You Will Be Recorded in History
Chapter 158: Chapter 145: You Will Be Recorded in History
Experints bring joy, and it is the sa for Liches.
Ever since his self-destruction, Amberser had been wanting to rebuild his body.
Even with the help of the Withered Rose, his skeleton wasn’t quite the sa as before.
But he had been busy all along, and only now did he have so free ti to prepare properly.
Ordinary undead creations must use corpses as the foundational material since Dark Magic flows more smoothly through corpses, while the loss of efficiency on other materials is quite substantial, making storage extrely inefficient.
Take the most basic Skeleton as an example. Given the sa amount of Dark Magic power, charging a Skeleton for three minutes could keep it clacking about for ten years. But if you switched to a tal body, you’d be looking at charging for two hundred years just for three seconds of movent.
That’s why undead can only use magic to enhance their bodies, instead of directly swapping out for steel bones.
The gap in materials was impossible to overco; otherwise, Death Knights wouldn’t need to wear armor and the swords they used would have been made of bone.
But a problem that had been around for a long ti was solved by Amberser.
The Legendary Grace of property bestowal was truly formidable, allowing any substance to be imbued with additional properties.
Theoretically, it could even grant items indestructibility or divine power as extraordinary attributes.
All that was needed was to pay money.
Amberser had covertly tried it, bestowing the effect of indestructibility on a piece of bone the size of a fingernail.
The thod of using this Legendary Grace was quite sneaky. You select a target, choose the property, then start to pay money. It wouldn’t show how much was enough, only when the paynt was completed would a prompt appear, indicating that the ability could be used.
For the fingernail-sized bone to beco indestructible, pumping in hundreds of thousands of Gold Coins still hadn’t reached the limit, so Amberser decisively cut his losses.
Either the God of Alchemy, the middleman, was making a fortune off of this, or such an attribute was just too against the heavens, too pricey.
Abandoning the spellcasting was an option, but the money was non-refundable.
After hundreds of thousands went down the drain, Amberser was gnashing his teeth in frustration and had to give up on the idea of taking a shortcut to the top.
Apparently, deities weren’t so easily fooled, and it wasn’t possible to make one’s body divine just by spending money.
However, becoming a deity might be out of reach, but strengthening the body seed feasible.
Holding a Legendary Coin in hand, Amberser began to spend on his magic, adding the properties of corpses to all the tal pieces in front of him, and then started assembling them according to the blueprint.
This was the most basic blueprint of the Magipuppet Automatons. With Amberser’s semi-competent skills, he could easily put it together.
The chanical Marionette was about two ters tall, completely composed of tal. Amberser retained the original Mana Power Furnace. If he could place the soul of the undead inside, it would have a dual power source, and hopefully, it would give him a pleasant surprise.
Opening his private dinsion, he invited out the two brothers, Big Black and Husky.
Husky, holding Big Black’s soul jar, ca before Amberser and said excitedly, “Master, you finally rembered us.”
In Amberser’s eyes, the brothers had been dead for just a few months, but with the accelerated flow of ti in the private dinsion, they had been dead for decades, if not centuries.
Husky was doing alright since he had obtained a Skeleton body and could move freely. Big Black, on the other hand, had always been kept in the jar like a prison inmate. If it weren’t for Husky keeping him company by chatting, Big Black’s soul could have been sold in Hell by now, as tortured souls were a valuable commodity.
Amberser felt a bit embarrassed; he tended to forget everything when he got busy.
Amberser patted Husky’s shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, from now on, I’ll let you out more often.”
Husky: …
Weren’t they the Lich Lord’s subordinates? Why did it sound like they were prisoners?
“All right, today is the day you brothers will be reunited. Let
see if this new undead body works well.”
Amberser took Big Black’s soul out of the jar and placed it inside the chanical Marionette.
Being an old ghost of a hundred years, Big Black’s soul was relatively strong. Plus, he had been waiting too long for this day, so the integration process went smoothly, with no signs of rejection.
The energy furnace within the Magipuppet Automatons began to roar into operation, the Mana conduits started glowing, and the gears at the body’s joints also began to turn… Everything was going well, and Big Black couldn’t believe that he sat up from the experint table and perford various movents at Amberser’s command.
“It seems smooth, how do you feel?” Amberser asked Big Black.
The now Magipuppet-Automaton Big Black made a whining sound, unable to speak for a mont. He was also gesticulating with his fingers, pointing at where his ears would be, as if to say he couldn’t hear anything.
“Don’t let the body affect you. Although Magipuppet Automatons don’t have vocal and audio systems, undead don’t need those. Think back, how did you communicate with others when you were stuck in the jar?”
Amberser sent this thought directly into Big Black’s soul with his own mind. Big Black twisted his head anxiously. After so ti, he finally produced a strange tone.
“Phew, I was suffocating. Master, I’m not feeling so great. Although there’s no issue with the movent of the body, it feels very odd. Every ti I try to make a move, it’s like soone is pulling on my body. It feels like they’re trying to help
generate power, but in reality, it’s hindering my movents, and they’re hard to control.”
Big Black complained that this chanical body seed inferior to his brother’s Skeleton body. It felt both clumsy and overly flexible in the wrong way. A few movents made him feel a bit dizzy, which was a result of the mismatch between consciousness and physical motion.
“That’s because Magipuppet Automatons already have their own power system, and at the sa ti, the Dark Magic controlled by the soul also affects the chanics. So you are exerting double the effort. You should get used to the feeling in a few days. Besides that, do you feel any other discomfort?”
The function of the Mana Power Furnace was to reduce the consumption of Dark Magic Power. After all, tal is heavy, and even with the properties of a corpse, similar actions would still consu more energy. But with the Mana Power Furnace, things were different. This device could be charged in many ways, and dual power would allow for more enduring actions.
Amberser’s words slightly reassured Big Black, who tried taking a few steps. Other than being prone to falling due to not mastering his strength, there seed to be no other issues.
Amberser simply sent Big Black back to his personal space and waited for half an hour, then brought him out again.
Thanks to the accelerated ti, Big Black, who spent hundreds of hours training in the personal space, reerged steady on his feet and precise in his movents, no longer succumbing to loss of bodily control.
“Sir, I feel pretty good about this body! It’s much stronger than when I was alive,” Big Black said happily.
In those hundreds of hours in the personal space, he had sparred with Husky several tis and felt that he had entirely surpassed his living self.
“It would’ve been terrible if it were weaker than when you were alive. Back then, your entire fortune was just a few thousand Gold Coins. That alone wouldn’t have been enough to buy a Magipuppet Automaton, not to ntion the strength enhancents I applied to it,” Amberser said, sowhat regretfully.
Turning a corpse into tal was an expensive affair. The total cost of that body was close to six hundred thousand Gold Coins, and that’s with Amberser deliberately trying to save money. If more advanced fraworks and more special materials had been chosen, the cost during the transformation could have soared several tis over.
Big Black: …
Amberser’s words were highly insulting. Had it been before, Big Black certainly would have turned hostile, but now… it didn’t matter; he was no longer human.
After the terrifying experience in the sewers, Big Black had lost many worldly desires and realized that only the strongest fist prevailed. If he were Legendary, he would not have been seduced by the Witch, leaving behind the most painful mory of his life. Now that he had beco undead, whether he turned into a robot or sothing else, he had finally shed his miserable past.
To so degree, he was quite grateful to Amberser.
Husky, envious, said to Amberser, “Sir, can I beco chanical too? Look at these bones of mine; they’re broken in several places.”
During the spars in the personal space, Husky initially managed to take advantage of Big Black’s clumsiness, but it soon turned into a one-sided beating. His magic-guide rifle wasn’t powerful enough to harm Big Black’s full tal body, the only effect being a few scratches on the paint.
And a re touch from Big Black would crack his bones; the disparity in combat power was too great for Husky to accept.
“I’ve already prepared sothing for you, but it’s not this form,” Amberser replied.
Amberser brought out a vat of rcury and said to Husky, “What do you think about this?”
Husky looked at it with a bit of curiosity and then said, “Sir, I’m not quite sure what you an.”
“You’ve already seen Living rcury. They are quite strong in battle, much more potent than simple Skeleton bodies. But this isn’t Living rcury—it’s just ordinary rcury. I think you should give it a try.”
The Living rcury Solution only possessed strong magic resistance and tal devouring abilities while alive. Once endowed with the “corpse” attribute, these two traits would disappear. So for Amberser to create a true rcury Avatar, he needed to specifically craft a “soul yet to die,” one that could combine with a living form.
Husky and Big Black were already thoroughly dead, so it was impossible to help them transform; the next best thing was to use ordinary rcury for testing.
Husky had witnessed the combat power of Living rcury; their free-form transformations seed quite interesting.
As an undead Half-Elf, Husky grew less concerned about appearance, and after being stimulated by Big Black, he was now mainly interested in power.
With Husky’s agreent, Amberser quickly stuffed his soul into the modified rcury.
Then, Husky let out a wail of his soul, “My body… it’s so heavy!”
He originally strove to condense his form into a humanoid shape but gave up after a short while.
“That’s the way it goes, pal, rcury doesn’t have a power furnace; it’s fully driven by your own strength, so don’t think of maintaining humanoid form. A sli-like blob is the most energy-efficient shape. Don’t even think about walking on feet; rolling is the way to go! Once you adapt to this form, you’ll find it’s not so taxing,” Amberser advised patiently.
Amberser then put Husky back into the personal space to let him practice on his own.
A little while later, when Husky was brought back out, he had resigned to becoming a silvery Sli.
“How does it feel?” Amberser asked.
Husky made an odd sound, “It’s alright I guess, as long as I accept this shape, there don’t seem to be any problems.”
Rolling turned out to be energy-efficient, even more relaxed than walking in Skeleton form, and as an undead, guided by the soul, he didn’t care about having facial features.
Only shaping was tricky to control. Husky couldn’t think of drawing the bow now and could barely manage to pull the trigger on the magic-guide rifle.
Amberser was delighted, his two top Generals had adapted to their new bodies.
Amberser spoke very seriously, “Excellent, you look lively. Your mission, brothers, is to be the world’s first transford undead! You’re epoch-making undead, destined to be stars recorded in history, bearing the responsibility of reviving the undead. Today, I’ll entrust you with an important task.”
Both brothers felt a tremor in their souls, never expecting their re change of bodies to hold such significance. But then, they thought there was nothing wrong with that notion. Who had heard of chanical Marionette Undead? Who had heard of rcury Undead?
This was the creation of a new species, a grand feat to be recorded in history, and they were the protagonists of this story. This was far more exciting than their life before, transforming from two con-artist Adventurers into historical figures, an imnse honor.
Both brothers exclaid in unison, “Sir, give us your command; we will give it our all!”
Amberser nodded, pleased, and said, “That’s the spirit. Your assigned task is to find a Paladin and test whether the Holy Slash can finish you off.”
Husky: …
Big Black: …
Maybe they could do without this chance to be chronicled in history.
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