How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 71 Demonic Limbs

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Three dismembered corpses were placed in sacks and fell heavily to the ground as the cart arrived.

Talia's eyes flashed with shock. She had been worried that her colleague Kane might be afraid to kill, and was planning to ask him to go to Rathill with her to help him get through this necessary psychological process.

But to her utter surprise, the other party had not only taken care of the body, but also arranged for someone from the underworld to deliver it to her.

But Kane looked somewhat helpless as he watched this scene.

Underground forces in the city of war have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and many have already been eradicated.

However, the territorial vacuum left by the fall of the old forces still led many new adventurers to turn to them and become members of the new forces.

However, these new forces have become much more restrained in their actions and are not as unscrupulous.

Kane turned to look at Talia and said:

"I'm sorry, I should have waited for you to act together. But my thirst for knowledge is just too strong... However, next time I need to take action, I'll call you."

He added, "One of the bodies is yours, consider it a thank you for introducing me to the club."

On the surface, it was an expression of gratitude, but in reality, Kane was also trying to prevent innocent civilians from being harmed.

"Kate, thank you."

Talia's eyes flickered slightly as she called out Kane's pseudonym.

But looking at Kane's expression, she dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

She had initially thought that this apprentice named Kate was just a little talented, and that her nature was no different from the townspeople, who didn't even dare to look directly at her face.

But just yesterday we were talking about trading corpses for merits, and today the other party brought three corpses over.

This made her doubt her previous judgment.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and smiled as she tried to get closer to him again.

As soon as the two finished speaking, the other apprentices responsible for receiving the bodies came over, and the group carried sacks to the inside.

Kane's eyes flickered slightly, and at that moment Everett strode forward, looking at him with delight:

"You really are one of us!"

Kane nodded and asked:

Where will the body be taken?

"They will be taken to the pharmacy, where organs will be harvested, the most important essence extracted, and then made into medicine."

Everett replied.

Upon hearing this, Talia was stunned.

She had originally thought that these corpses were only used as materials for spellcasting or for necromancy apprentices to practice with, but she never expected them to have such a purpose.

She asked hesitantly, "Are they the two kinds of medicine we drank yesterday?"

Everett smiled at her and nodded in confirmation: "Yes."

This answer made Talia feel nauseous instantly, and she instinctively covered her mouth, wanting to vomit.

Everett, however, said nonchalantly:

"Don't worry about that. This world has always been a dog-eat-dog world, it's just that those big shots in the mage tower are secretly devouring us through layers of agreements;"

We are simply more authentic.

He glanced at the two of them, his tone serious:

"If you want to become a true monk, you must get rid of those unnecessary emotions and bottom lines as soon as possible."

Kane frowned slightly, while Talia's face turned deathly pale.

But she knew full well the consequences of quitting, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "I understand."

Everett had just finished tapping when Kane suddenly spoke up:

"Can I watch? I want to see how the potion is made."

Talia looked at Kane in disbelief, and Everett also looked puzzled:

"Isn't that unnecessary?"

Kane knew the request was a bit abrupt, but he remained calm and explained:

"Killing is too dirty to do and the risk of exposure is too great."

Since contributing corpses can earn merit points, then surely concocting potions could too, right?

He added with a smile, "Coincidentally, I also have a bit of a talent for concocting potions."

A talent for concocting potions?

Everett looked at Talia with a puzzled expression, and Talia shook her head in confusion as well.

Everett stared at Kane for a moment, then finally said:

"Then come with me."

Kane followed Everett and, after passing three hidden guards, finally arrived at a set of stairs.

The two climbed the steps and arrived at the attic.

The attic was filled with a strong stench—the smell of blood, the putrid stench of corpses, and the pungent odor of dismembered tissue, all mixed together to make one want to vomit.

"Wait a minute, let's see what Sutton does," Everett said.

Kane squinted and looked towards the center of the attic:

A middle-aged man in his fifties with graying hair was precisely cutting open the corpse's internal organs, then throwing the processed material into a crucible for heating, refining, and extracting the medicine...

The movements were so practiced that it seemed as if they had been repeated a thousand times.

He was watching over two crucibles at the same time; as soon as his left hand finished tending to the left one, his right hand would turn to the right one, the whole process flowing smoothly.

As the crucible on the right began to boil, the middle-aged man opened a bag, took out a limb covered with demon scales, chopped it up, put it into the pot, and added the prepared ingredients to continue cooking.

The liquid in the crucible suddenly turned from green to blood red, and finally settled into the dark black color unique to demons.

Material collection, ignition, heating, dosing, timing, filtration, bottling... every step is carried out in an orderly manner.

He precisely added the ingredients the instant the water boiled, observed the color, and extinguished the fire in time, making the entire process flawless.

About ten minutes later, the middle-aged man poured the tonic into the crucible, and the liquid in the pot suddenly turned dark green—it was the "possession potion" they had drunk yesterday.

Kane frowned, and immediately understood:

The so-called possession potion was actually made by adding demonic remains to a tonic potion.

Those demonic remains undoubtedly came from the participants of the previous Stigmata Ritual.

In other words, the user of the possession drug.

Everett seemed to notice his expression and explained with a smile:

"The ingredients for these potions all come from non-material planes, and we have mastered the methods to hunt demons."

Kane scoffed inwardly:

Hunting demons? It's nothing more than turning ignorant mage apprentices into demons, and then hunting them down.

He sized up the middle-aged man named Sutton. Although the man's hair was white, his face was still relatively young, but his eyes held an unyielding sense of vicissitude.

Kane was secretly amazed:

This person's potion-making skills are far superior to those of Sean from the previous Demon Cult stronghold, and even more refined than my own, who has already reached [Potion Making lv6].

How could someone with such talent join this unknown club?

Seemingly sensing his confusion, Everett said:

"Do you know why he came here? Because his potion-making talent is too high. The owner of that mage tower didn't want him to leave, so he found a reason to break the contract and even cut off his tongue."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sutton slowly walked over and stuck out his tongue in front of Kane.

The tongue was cut in half, just like the one of the tongue-severing cultists in the Demon Cult.

Kane felt a chill run down his spine.

Everett, however, looked mad:

"These are the bigwigs of the Mage Tower! Just like the filthy and corrupt city of Nord, they are cannibalistic demons at heart!"

Kane looked at Sutton, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

When designing this game, in order to recreate a sense of realism, they adopted a self-narrative system, allowing the plot to evolve on its own at important junctures.

But he never expected that the world would evolve into such a dark and hellish place.

In the city of Nord alone, there are mage towers exploiting apprentices, underground forces oppressing civilians, and apprentices fighting amongst themselves.

In such an environment, the rise of the demon cult seemed inevitable.

Kane snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Everett:

"Can I try it? I'd like to configure it myself."

Everett's eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment's thought, he nodded:

"it is good."

Kane stepped forward, took over Sutton's position, and began to operate the controls.

He pretended to be preparing a potion, but in reality, he was observing the demonic limbs that were being used as raw materials...