Alchemist Homunculus Novels & Stories

However, this was not the time to discuss how to use this Soul Raiding Water. Philip coldly looked at the people in the human resource division behind him. “Do you still doubt Big Roc now?” Everyone lowered their heads. The result was right before their eyes. What other doubts could they have? They would be a laughingstock if they still voiced out. Philip snorted coldly at their silence and said, “There should be many alchemists here, and you should have some wooden barrels with you.” The alchemists nodded in response. The alchemists mostly produced potions and liquids, and they needed to collect some materials such as water sometimes. Things like wooden barrels and glass bottles were always

One of the Alchemists who’s wearing the white-yellow robe that has a symbol of a golden cauldron can’t hold his curiosity and immediately asked after he had examined the pill. “Mr. Zhu, may I inquire about the one who had concocted these pills?” That alchemist asked with enthusiasm. Every alchemist within this meeting room nodded in approval of this question. They also want to know. Zhu Wushang smiled after he heard that ignoring the question of the yellow alchemist he says.

I asked, unease creeping into my voice. The alchemist turned to me, her face shadowed but her eyes glowing with unnatural light. “You’ll feel it soon enough.” “Hold on, when I complete my mission, can I have back my natural body back?” “Yes dear, there's no need to fret.” She handed me a small vial filled with the bubbling potion. Its surface shimmered like liquid mercury. “Drink.” I hesitated, the weight of her words pressing on me. But there was no turning back now. Raising the vial to my lips, I swallowed its contents in one gulp.

“There was a quenching spell added that after an hour, the site would go cold. Less collateral damage that way, provides a more targeted attack. I dislike being responsible for the death of countless innocents so I build in safeguards.” “You created these bombs?” Distracted from Jules, August re-evaluated Connery. “Warlock?” “Alchemist,” Connery corrected. “I have no magic. What I do possess is a wealth of wisdom and an uncanny ability to mix arcane ingredients to potent effect.” “Interesting,” August was thoughtful as he nodded. “So, the Van Helsings base has been destroyed and our pack members escaped before the explosion. A happy outcome all around,” he lifted an eyebrow at Jules. “How di

“Ahhh—” Boom, boom, boom! Dolores started banging on the cauldron over and over again. She finally realized that she was in danger, and with the Chaos tree, Alex managed to take complete control over her cauldron. Now that he had taken over, she was completely trapped. On the other hand, Alex surprisingly found out that the cauldron was an alchemical furnace without a lid. However, it was made out of rare materials, so it would be considered a unique mystical tool that was basically priceless.

"There's something I want to ask Elder Li, or should I say the level-five alchemist?" Elder Li was shocked to hear Xiao Long's words. Nobody in the whole sect knows he's a level-five alchemist unless the sect leader, but the sect leader promised he wouldn't divulge that. The alchemist's level is divided into six levels based on a pill that can be distilled. The alchemist level-one can distill the pill level 1, the level-two alchemist can distill the level 2 pill, the level-three alchemist can distill the 3rd level pill, and so on.

Frey said, “I know you very much want to withdraw from this project. But since it has already begun, it cannot be stopped. You should understand that better than anyone.” After saying that, he summoned a sphere of magical light for illumination and continued leading the long line forward. Soon we returned to the corridor with the six doors. Suddenly, an alchemist pushed open the door of the second room and stepped out. In his hand was a beaker containing a mass of fleshy red, viscous liquid. He greeted Frey briefly before entering the third room. At the moment the door opened and closed, I caught a glimpse inside—there was a huge transparent oval container standing in the center of the room.

They had a deal with the Alphas. "What is the deal?" I asked. "Ana's father, Dylan, is a psychic who can read anyone's past, and Caroline's father, Gordon, is well-versed in rare herbs and can cure rare illnesses. Alpha Xavier wants to learn the past and also cure their mother. Although Gordon and Dylan are wealthy and don't need money, they agreed to engage their daughters with the Alphas, knowing that the Blackmoon Alpha has a curse that makes it hard for them to find a mate," Daisy explained as she poured the coffee into the mugs and placed them on the small trays.

He had heard about it, always from his family. "Researchers are the men who have studied a lot" he said, noticing a hint of amusement in the man's smile. He thought he had said something wrong, but the minstrel's gesture of assent made him change his mind. He relaxed his shoulders, returning to listen carefully. "Among them, there was a particular boy. He had very white skin, and black hair as pitch" he raised his hand, interrupting any kind of intervention by the child "yes, he was an Alchemist. But he didn't know he was. They had picked him up from a street, in the middle of summer, and had looked after him with kindness."

I recall him saying Tricksters were a bit different, but this was phenomenal. “I found a few things. First off, here, hold this.” Out of satchel he pulls out a wrapped up cloth, and inside it he shows us some leaves. Holding it he pulls out another cloth which contains different strands of leaves, only they looked more like thin lettuce leaves and they were oozing. Leaving me with the two sets of leaves he gets back up to go to the horses. Gecko and I exchange a look, but he looks more relaxed and nowhere near as confused as I am. Corvu returns with one of the bowls we had been using for food, along with a mortar and pestle, no not a pestle, a spoon. Taking the first set of leaves from me he