Horn sat on the slightly musty bed and meditated for a while. Just condensing this not - so - good - looking ring had consumed a great deal of his magic power.
Don't think that the Thunder Refinement Technique is just a second - ring magic. However, this magic is constantly in operation. Although the magic power consumption when he casts thunder spells is much less than when he casts other spells, there is still some consumption.
After recovering his magic power, Horn was going to continue the production.
With the basic prototype of the prop, the next step was to engrave a magic circle on this ring.
How to engrave it? Should he draw it?
Horn carefully drew a fireball spell magic circle on the ring face with the blood of a magic beast, and then began to try whether he could cast a fireball spell with great interest.
He input magic power into the ring and silently recited the spell. A fist - sized fireball condensed out of thin air in front of the ring.
A smile appeared on his dirty face. He succeeded! It was that simple! Then this small fireball turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in front of Horn.
Horn's smile froze. What had happened?
He picked up the ring and saw that the originally deep - red color of the magic circle drawn with the magic beast's blood had become dull, losing the original effect of transmitting energy!
Was it the effect of the blood of a low - level magic beast? What if he changed it to the blood of a high - level magic beast?
When he changed to the blood of the only third - level magic beast he had bought, Horn discovered the second drawback of his ring!
The magic circle he had carefully engraved before was wiped off with a rag! Just gone!
So what if he changed to the blood of a high - level magic beast? Even if the color didn't fade, wouldn't it disappear easily?
This time, instead of laboriously drawing the magic circle on the small ring face, Horn directly drew a line on the table.
He controlled the magic power with one hand to wash over the mark and released high - temperature heat with the other hand. After only a short while, the blood of the third - level magic beast became dull in color and lost its effect.
So now the blood of the magic beast was completely ineffective.
He needed to find materials to replace the blood of the magic beast. The function of the magic beast's blood was to conduct magic power well and enable the magic circle to operate normally.
The function of thunder silver was more to withstand the release of magic power and could be a good carrier for magic props, but it was not enough to start the magic circle normally.
Horn tested all the materials he had bought. None of them was comparable to thunder silver, let alone the magic beast's blood.
Among the materials of the Northern Wind Holy Artifact mentioned by the dwarf uncle, there should theoretically be a material that could conduct magic power. Horn set his eyes on a super - rare material called Wild God Steel.
Even a little of this material was unaffordable for Horn, but there was a lot of it on this Northern Wind Holy Artifact.
So Horn started testing with the Northern Wind Holy Artifact.
To his disappointment, this metal might have a very good conduction effect on divine power and magic energy, but it had a poor effect on Horn's magic power. It could even be called an obstacle!
This meant that most divine holy artifacts couldn't be used by wild witches! So if Horn didn't create an instrument belonging to mages, he might be at a disadvantage when facing those people in the future!
One couldn't make good magic props just by having ideals. Horn left the inn for the second time and went to the trading area to look for suitable materials, while his brain was still running at full speed.
Was there any way to prevent the blood of the magic beast from evaporating? If he could do that, there would be no need to look for a substitute for the magic beast's blood at all.
Suddenly, Horn recalled an incident from his childhood when he was with old Douglas.
Old Douglas was standing by the stove, boiling water to steam buns. He pointed at the steaming pot and said,
"Horn, do you know why the water in the pot is getting less and less?"
Little Horn tilted his head and thought for a long time and said, "It's too hot. They've all burned away! Just like burning firewood. When the fire burns out, the firewood turns to ashes!"
Old Douglas stroked little Horn's head and said with a smile,
"Then why do you think the water decreases more slowly when the pot is covered?"
Little Horn racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.
Horn, who had been frowning, suddenly stood up excitedly and said, "The water doesn't disappear. It turns into steam! When the pot is covered, the steam turns back into water droplets when it gets cold and falls back into the pot, so it naturally disappears more slowly! I know how to engrave the magic circle!"
If it didn't work to draw it on the outside, then draw it on the inside!
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It was the tenth day since Horn started researching magic items.
Horn, with a disheveled appearance, engraved a small groove for the magic circle on the ring face. Just this groove made him almost collapse from exhaustion.
Performing such a delicate operation through the Thunder Refinement Technique made Horn physically and mentally exhausted.
After taking a rest, he carefully poured the blood of the third - level magic beast into the groove. His many failed experiences told him that the amount of blood poured in could neither be too much nor too little.
If it was too much, the blood would seep out when he sealed the groove, causing the magic circle to deform.
If it was too little, as long as the ring was shaken slightly, the uneven distribution of blood in the groove would prevent the magic from being cast.
If it weren't for Horn's extraordinary energy, he would have collapsed long ago.
Finally, he filled these grooves. He observed from all directions for a long time before determining that the amount of blood was just right.
Then he covered the magic circle with thunder silver with extreme caution, leaving no gaps.
The moment he completed it, the originally clear sky in Maman City immediately turned gloomy, and an obscure will descended on Maman City!
It was as if endless energy was condensing above Maman City. Everyone living in Maman City felt an unusually oppressive atmosphere!
Even the dogs on the street didn't dare to bark!
In the Temple of the God of Wealth in the center of Maman City,
Pope Mars suddenly changed his expression. A huge, pure - gold eye split open on his chest and stared fixedly at the sky.
Under the boundless divine might of that eye were complex and contradictory emotions such as anger, resentment, guilt, fear, and respect.
Right at this time and in this place,
On the top of the temple roof,
A man in a black robe like Horn's shook his head at the sky.
The dark clouds formed by the huge energy in the sky actually dissipated directly!
Meanwhile, a strange energy continuously flowed into the ring that Horn was making from an unknown place, but Horn was completely unaware.
As the energy fluctuations dissipated, the sky above Maman City cleared up again, as if nothing had happened!
The pure - gold divine eye slowly closed. Pope Mars knelt on the ground on one knee, gasping for breath.
Just now, the deity had descended on him!
The black - robed man on the temple roof began to slowly dissipate from his feet, and finally his head.
Under the black hood was actually a mask with a gentle smile!
He was Smiley, who had parted ways with Horn in Lion City before.