Alchemy Equipment Oblivion Novels & Stories

One of the nobles who were on the Second Prince's faction indignantly said. "Count Bolton, what made you think that not choosing a jeweled eye possessor was an exception? Don't forget that the Holy Maiden before Princess Kristina was a lowly commoner borne from a slave!" One of the Second Prince's advisers said, "They may not have chosen the previous Saint Archmages as the Holy Maiden. But that doesn't mean that they wouldn't do now! Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea was the only jeweled eye possessor that was borne from the highest concentration of magic of the Saint Archmage and the most divine power of the Holy Maiden!" The adviser glanced at everyone and bowed his head to the Second Prince.

As for the ring, it becomes beautiful, there are three layers of metals used Gold, Mithril, and Orichalcum and the Insignia on top was an insignia of a Black Coloured Stone Keep. {Head Hunter} [Made by the High Human grandmaster smith viscount Alma Lois, for High General Kisstoft Burman. Forge from Mithril and Blood of an Ancient red dragon, the sword has decapitated countless heads in the hand of High General Kisstoft Burman, granting its name 'The Head Hunter'. ]. "Quite brutal….just how many heads it has decapitated to claim the name?". {Ring Of Power} [Special Effects:-] -1000 Tons of Storage Capacity

His available tools were: [Small Tempered crystal ax] Attack +1 Defense +1 [Small Tempered crystal Pickaxe] Attack +1 Defense +1 [Small Tempered crystal knife] Attack +2 [Small Tempered Crystal scissors] Attack +1 [Tempered Crystal ax] Attack +5 Defense +2 Agility +1

Before the blow could fall, a massive, crystalline hand intercepted it. Kael stood beside her, his chest core pulsing like a wild, untamed forge. The ambient heat radiating from his skin was so intense that the river water around them was hissed into thick, white clouds of steam. With a low, guttural grunt, Kael twisted the monster’s arm until the obsidian shattered into a thousand tiny fragments. Then, he drove his own fist straight through the creature's chest, grabbing the unrefined alchemical core within and crushing it into dust. The massive construct went rigid, then crumbled into the rushing current, its dark magic washing away in the foam.

Deafening booms rang out every time the mortar exploded toward the enemy. Looking down, Hessel shouts, “Luna, Alpha King, it’s good to see you both! Please use this weapon well!” He hands three Silver Veils—rifles that fit perfectly in the hand—to one of the alchemists nearby. Without wasting time, the alchemist hurried down the emergency staircase on the side of the building, crossed the courtyard, and handed them directly to Lyara. Lyara took the Silver Veil, feeling the cold sensation seep into her skin. Her gaze met Alpha King’s. A smirk appeared on their lips.

Some of the gods are angels who are not bound by the sky. Cia let go of Zeno's grip, her husband immediately moved to the other side and Cia immediately unfurled his two swords. It's not an ordinary sword, this sword is made of pearls on the seabed and with mineral materials in the form of mermaid tears. Not to forget the fossils of underwater creatures are used as basic material. Cia had a hard time getting this item, she entrusted these two swords to Kaia when she was about to start a mission. Then, a few days ago the naiad woman sent the sword through her subordinates.

A massive cloud of white steam hissed into the air, smelling sharply of ozone and winter pine. When the steam cleared, Volkan pulled the finished artifact from the trough using padded iron grips. The Abyssal Anchor was a breathtaking piece of master craftsmanship. It was a palm-sized star of dark starlight-silver, centered around a deep, glowing aquamarine quartz crystal. Inside the transparent stone, a tiny, self-sustaining flame of royal wildfire danced effortlessly, suspended in a swirling drop of ocean-blue light. "It is done, my Queen," Volkan said respectfully, presenting the talisman on a velvet cloth. "This stone is permanently tuned to your mate's soul-frequency. So long as Alpha Gi

Filled with glowing items. Blue mana crystals. Red health shards. Weapons that pulsed with enchantment. Armor made from dragon scales. It was a dragon's hoard. And it was all free. "Jackpot," Arielle whispered. Sera sniffed a pile of dried herbs. She sneezed. Arielle walked down the aisles. She wasn't looking for weapons. She had claws. She wasn't looking for armor. She had Void skin. She was looking for fuel. She found it in the back.

"I will give you ten chests full of pure gold from my mines. And also, exclusive rights to the Living Crystal from our Obsidian Caves for the next ten years." It was a tempting offer. Ten chests of pure gold was an incredible fortune, enough to enrich the Silvermoon Pack for generations to come. And the Living Crystal, that was a legendary, extremely rare healing mineral, only found in Obsidian Pack territory, and highly valuable for defense and healing. Alpha Albert was stunned, but he was still thinking carefully. This involved Moonshadow, whose power far surpassed Silvermoon's. But Eva was already impatient. Her eyes were dark with greed. Without glancing at Albert, she immediately seized

It was frantic, raw, filled with desperation. “The eye!” Alisa’s scream cut through the darkness like a beacon. We turned, spotting her running toward us, dodging through the falling debris and chaos of the battle. “The eye! Get the eye! It’s on his body! That’s why he’s immune!” The words struck us like a bolt of lightning. The *eye*. I glanced back at the Overlord, his sneering face twisted in triumph as he prepared another wave of dark energy. I focused, scanning his body. That’s when I saw it—hidden beneath his cloak, an amulet hung from a chain around his neck. Its dark gemstone gleamed with malevolent power.