Marvel Daily of a Lord God Chapter 82

The bookshelves in the library of the New York Temple are arranged in a semi-fan shape, and in the center of the open space in front of many bookshelves is the stone round table where Patch had placed the "Book of Cagliostro".

It's just that the area occupied by this stone platform is very small, so there are still many vacant places on the open space.

After Patch got up from the chair, he slowly walked towards an open space on the right side of the stone platform.

When he arrived at the place, Patch spread his legs and sat cross-legged on the spot. Because the open space in the library was covered with a thick layer of cashmere carpet, and it would be cleaned regularly, it looked very clean.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Patch waved his hand, and at the same time, with a thought, more than a dozen containers and instruments on the space ring fell to the ground in front of him.

A large set of glass instruments such as beakers and test tubes, plus a small stove covered with black patterns, and several brightly colored feather pens of various colors.

"Finally, I can start working. I didn't expect that serving as the guardian of the New York Temple would allow me to reap such a benefit."

Patch clapped his palms, laughed, and then started to arrange all kinds of instruments in front of him neatly.

In fact, a long time ago, Patch had the intention of creating his own exclusive magic equipment, but because he had not collected all the materials for so many years, this plan was infinitely shelved.

Although Paqi's space ring has quite a lot of popular arcane stored, the storage of the rare enchanted metal mithril has never reached his standard.

Without Mithril, although relying on Patch's superb alchemy, it is still possible to forge a relatively good magic tool, but in this way, the effect of the created magic tool will definitely be greatly reduced.

And Patch obviously couldn't bear to make a poor-quality magic tool by himself.

But now, after knowing that there are ready-made materials in the New York Temple, Patch inevitably had the idea of ​​making magic tools again.

And now, he is about to put this idea into action.

After arranging the various instruments in front of him neatly, Patch snapped his fingers, and suddenly a raging flame burst out from under the small stove covered with black patterns.

This kind of flame was spawned by Patch with a magic array, and the energy that continuously released the flame was a high-quality fire element spar that Patch placed at the bottom of the small stove.

The energy contained in the element spar is huge, even the few inferior element spar that the old white man gave him just now, the energy in it is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

After all, elemental spar is a highly concentrated body of elements of various attributes in the universe, and extracting elemental spar is also a very labor-intensive task.

Over the years, even Patch has not harvested more than ten elemental spars. Although the elemental spars he produced are of high quality, one can imagine how difficult it is to obtain such things.

After the black metal container on the stove was slightly reddened by the blazing magic flame, Patch stretched out his hand and waved in the direction of the desk, and a piece of silver-white metal flew into his hand in an instant. It is the rare mithril sent by the white old man Alite.

Holding a small piece of mithril in his hand, Patch stared at the metal container above the small stove, and waited for a while before putting the mithril in his hand into it.

And after this small piece of Mithril fell into the red metal container, it began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mithril has an extremely low melting point, and it has the lowest melting point among modern industrial metals and magic metals on earth.

As long as it is placed in a flame of more than 300 degrees Celsius and less than 400 degrees Celsius, the Mithril will slowly start to melt, and now the temperature of the burning magic flame under the small stove is much higher than 300 degrees Celsius.

So Patch wasn't surprised at all when he saw Mithril melting rapidly in the metal container.

Moreover, Mithril can be better engraved on magic utensils because of its extremely low melting point.

After all the mithril in the metal container melted into a pool of silver-white liquid like mercury, Patch nodded in satisfaction.

"Two kilograms of mithril, it seems that I can come up with some other tricks."

After saying this, Patch stretched out his hand again, and the four elemental crystals with different attributes on the desk fell into his hands again.

"Mithril plus elemental spar should have a greater increase in spells with a single attribute. Although the previous main **** dug a lot of holes for me in "The Wizard's True Solution", but about alchemy On the other hand, I don't think there should be any wrong content in it?"

Patch hesitated for a moment, but it didn't take long before he heard him laugh out loud.

Paqi smiled to himself, and said to himself: "Since the creation of Orianna and Owen has been successful, why should I be so worried?"

"Forget it, let's divide a part and test it first."

Staring closely at the small stove emitting a billowing heat wave in front of him, Patch had a thought and at the same time gave a soft cry.

"Separation!"

As Patch's voice fell, a small part of the liquid mithril in the metal container placed on the small stove in front of him was slowly peeled off, and kept in contact with the larger amount of liquid mithril on the other side. a certain distance.

Glancing at the small portion of mithril, Patch smiled, then took out a piece of blue element spar and held it in his hand, and stretched his hand over the metal container.

Patch stretched out above the metal container and began to slowly close the palms holding the blue element spar. With Patch's force, the blue element spar in his hand began to slowly fall some faint blue elements. The powder of color and brilliance, and these powders fell into the small portion of liquid mithril without any deviation under Patch's control.

When the faint blue powder fell into the liquid mithril, it was like milk powder falling into hot water. It was a little hindered at first, and then it began to fuse quickly.

Patch, who was carefully observing what happened in the metal container, couldn't help turning his face with a smile after seeing this scene, and muttered happily: "It seems that this experiment is indeed feasible."

After saying this, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Paqi's hand holding the blue element spar gradually strengthened, and the blue powder slowly fell from Paqi's hand and merged into the ball In liquid mithril.

It's just that the blue element spar in Paqi's hands was still half an hour old, and the powder that fell on the liquid mithril began to stagnate, just staying on the liquid mithril, and there was no sign of fusion anymore .

"Is this mithril already saturated?"

Paqi frowned and thought, but after a while, he smiled again, and whispered to himself: "Since it has been confirmed that Mithril can be fused with element spar, then I seem to be able to continue to accept it boldly. Step down."

After saying this, Paqi frowned, and his thoughts moved immediately, and saw another mass of liquid mithril in the metal container slowly separate out, merging with the mithril fused with the blue element spar together.

When the blue powder remaining on the liquid mithril began to gradually melt into the mithril, the movements of Patch's hands also began to speed up, and the blue powder kept falling from his hands.

After a while, the blue element spar in Patch's hand had all been turned into powder and fused with the liquid mithril to a trace.

Slowly withdrawing his right hand stretched out in the metal container, Patch poked his head and looked into the metal container.

I saw that the small group of liquid mithril was very different from the previous appearance, and the silver-white metal in the whole body had now completely turned into a light blue brilliance.

"Mithril fused with element spar? Shouldn't it be called Mithril now?"

Staring at the light blue liquid metal, Patch rolled his eyes and teased, "Or change the name..."

"It seems that it can be called magic silver..."

Chapter end