Chapter 7 is doomed

Thus, Raymond had no choice but to swallow his anger and ask, "What do you want me to do?"

Raymond wanted to curse, but it was already too late. Under the extreme heat of hundreds of degrees, the crimson coral solution had completely spiraled out of control. The raging magical power was rampaging, and a crimson light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire alchemical laboratory as if it were stained with blood. A large number of crimson bubbles were surging out of the test tubes in a frantic rush. Feeling the terrifying magical fluctuations, Raymond resignedly closed his eyes

What a blunder, what a blunder. If I had thought of it earlier, I definitely would not have used the Frostbolt spell. After all, it is merely a control-type spell with limited power. It would have been better to unleash a burst-type spell like Fireball. Even if he possesses a magical artifact that can resist magical damage, he certainly would not be faring as well as he is now. Not to mention, the shockwave generated by the Fireball alone would be enough to send him tumbling helplessly.

No, no, no, not a level nine magic apprentice

Before Raymond could struggle to his feet, a sharp sound of something slicing through the air rang in his ears. Following that, he felt a numbness in his other shoulder, and once again, his entire body flew up like a kite with a broken string

The same alchemy is inseparable from magic. A good mage is not necessarily a good alchemist, but a good alchemist must certainly be a good mage. This statement may sound somewhat convoluted, but it is indeed the case. Slightly more complex alchemical formulas require substantial support from magical knowledge. Generally, individuals may achieve certain accomplishments in alchemy through talent and hard work, but to conduct more in-depth research, one must be a mage.

No way ... ...

All he heard was a "swish," as if something had torn through the air. Following that, Raymond suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulder, and his entire being seemed to soar like a kite with a broken string

"Perform magical processing on them." Lin Yun busily gestured towards several glass bottles beside him while working at the alchemy table

By the way, come over and help me with something

Now there should be no more unexpected incidents, Raymond thought to himself with satisfaction

It was still that annoying commanding tone, but at this moment, Raymond no longer dared to say much. A mage who could easily whip him away with two hurricane whips was not someone easy to refuse. If any dispute were to arise, he would undoubtedly be the one at a disadvantage

Raymond flew several meters away before landing heavily on the ground

In the almost instantaneous fluctuation of magical energy, Lin Yun had already conjured an ice spike in his hand. If all went as planned, when the frost spell was unleashed and the magic vortex contracted, that ice spike would pierce through Raymond's forehead

Since the birth of alchemy, it has been intricately linked with magic; they are mutually supportive and complementary. To advance far in the world of magic, one cannot do without the support of alchemy. Alchemical equipment can provide the most direct enhancement of combat power, alchemical potions can supply resources at critical moments, and alchemical puppets are renowned for their strategic strength. A mage without the support of alchemy, no matter how gifted, will ultimately have limited achievements.

Otherwise, how can one explain it? Should one really convince oneself that this hurricane whip is actually conjured by an apprentice of magic?

In a moment, Raymond truly felt as if he wanted to die. I mean, why would a perfectly fine mage pretend to be a magic apprentice? Just to whip me with a hurricane a couple of times? ... Are you a bit psychologically twisted?

Oh ... ...

How could you possibly become an advanced mage

Could it really be ... ...

Raymond truly cannot comprehend this at all. When did this scoundrel advance to the rank of mage? Just a month ago, he was still a level 9 magic apprentice, yet suddenly he has transformed into a mage. Ah, right, he also conveniently mastered at least two magical abilities. Is there any sense of fairness left in this world?

"I can't believe it..." Raymond immediately gasped, realizing that once the flame stone was stimulated by magical energy, it would instantly generate temperatures of hundreds of degrees. If this substance fell into the crimson coral solution, it would be like adding fuel to a fire.

Raymond's achievements in alchemy are not particularly high, and he is still a long way from personally crafting magical artifacts. However, he has no problem enchanting a few glass bottles. One by one, Raymond skillfully and effortlessly enchanted the glass bottles, and even while doing these tasks, he still had time to continue wondering when that bastard had actually become a mage

"What does it mean?" Raymond was momentarily taken aback.

Because Raymond clearly saw that the person next to the alchemical platform had just thrown a flame stone into the test tube

Alright, this is just a minor mishap, let's switch to Fireball!

It's over, it's over, this time I've truly been done in by that bastard. As I watched the flame stone fall into the test tube, a burst of red light erupted, and Raymond could even feel the intense heat of several hundred degrees radiating from afar.

In fact, if Lin Yun had not suddenly remembered that respected elder, Raymond would have already been a corpse by the time the Frost Spell was cast. The vigilance cultivated over more than twenty years of survival in the apocalypse could not be deceived by a mere spell abbreviation and a movement spell from Raymond.

At this thought, Raymond's face gradually turned pale. Even the most inept mage could not miscast a spell twice, let alone suffer the same backlash from a spell on two occasions. The only reasonable explanation is that those two hurricane whips truly originated from the hands of a ninth-level magic apprentice

The result at https://www.hetushu.com.com will be explained very soon

After comforting himself with a few words, Raymond began to chant the incantation for the Fireball spell with renewed confidence. This time, he appeared very composed, neither abbreviating the incantation nor casting it on the move; he simply stood there, reciting the spell with precision. From the arrangement of the elements to the rotation of the magical vortex, everything was executed so perfectly that it seemed as if it were written in a textbook, leaving even the strictest of teachers unable to find a single flaw.

This time it's certain to be the end

Thus, Lin Yun firmly grasped the ice spear again, using a rough magical shield to withstand the frost spell

Raymond lay on the ground again, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation. What was happening? Had he mispronounced the incantation? How could the hurricane whip still appear?

result

"Why is it impossible?" Lin Yun looked at Raymond with curiosity, but did not explain. Instead, he casually said, "By the way, don't forget to thank your father when you get back."

What is that smell

The process of magical transformation is merely the simplest form of alchemical operation. For Raymond, who is now a mage, this is not complex. In fact, every mage has some degree of knowledge in alchemy, and many high-level mages are even top-tier alchemists in their own right

That bastard raised his hand and unleashed two hurricane whips, clearly demonstrating two types of magical abilities: spell abbreviation and silent casting. Damn it, this bastard is a mage, a mage who has mastered at least two types of magical abilities

It was not until this moment that Raymond felt a burning sensation on his shoulder. Connecting it to the sharp sound of slicing air he had just heard, Raymond suddenly realized that this was the Hurricane Whip, a Level 2 spell, Hurricane Whip!

As Lin Yun mentioned, Raymond should indeed thank Old Pavi. Just as the ice spear was about to be released, Lin Yun suddenly realized that this was no longer a life-and-death struggle in a post-apocalyptic world. The attacks from the other party were not aimed at killing him. Moreover, the young mage's father was a respected elder.

Before Raymond could finish his triumphant moment, a sharp scream suddenly pierced the air beside him

Without sufficient knowledge of magic, one cannot comprehend those complex alchemical formulas; without adequate casting ability, one should not even dream of personally creating magical artifacts in a lifetime

Just as Raymond was lost in thought, a strong and pungent odor suddenly wafted in. At first, Raymond frowned in disgust, but then his expression changed abruptly.

However, realizing it does not equate to understanding it. In fact, after perceiving that it was the Whip of the Hurricane, Raymond felt even more confused. What is going on here? How could the Whip of the Hurricane possibly appear? Raymond even wondered if he had mistakenly chanted the wrong spell, confusing the incantation for the Whip of the Hurricane with that for the Fireball, and thus suffered a backlash from the spell.

However, Lin Yun has decided not to respond any further