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Chapter 292 The Alchemists Legend

Because of this, it took a while for those who lived in the city to catch wind of what was going on. A few bystanders who were walking past or had arrived to do business with the alchemists witnessed what was happening.

Since it was the city of Repton, where the Behemoth Clan was based, many recognized who they were. Since they were on the move in the city, and with such a large number, it had caused great alarm.

People started to gather and were slowly inching their way toward the alchemist area. They weren\'t too scared since there was the general rule of the Pagna world not getting involved with those from the general world.

In one section of the city, there was a large building that stood tall. It looked like a pagoda in a way, only the floors were wider and got smaller as they went up, giving it more of a cone shape. It still had the slanted roof tiles.

This building, in particular, was owned by a unique business operated by a young man who sat at the very top of the pagoda.

He was sitting in his luxurious chair made of materials obtained from other dimensions, while wearing gold silk that was soft to the touch on his skin, which shined brightly, along with his long silky white hair.

This man was known as Bubble. No one knew his real name, but in this world, this was who he was known as, and he was pretty well-known throughout the Pagna world as well as the general world as well.

This was all because of the trade Bubble was in; he was one of the few that ran a large network through all of the cities, even those outside of the Demonic Faction. A network of news reporting.

There were many clans that specialized in information gathering, but these were aimed at selling information to the other clans.

Whereas Bubble, he focused on gathering information that was to be sold to the masses. Headline-grabbing articles that would be taken by the people and those interested in the Pagna world.

Secrets not too deep that it would get him targeted either. It was a gap in the market that he saw, and he was the first to print out headline news that would be spread through each city, selling articles on paper that would inform others in even more detail.

This was how he had amassed his fortune.

Crashing into the room, one of his fellow workers burst into the room through the doors. He stumbled on the ground but quickly picked himself up off the floor.

"Bubble, you have to hurry. I think you\'re going to want to see this. Something is happening in Repton; the Behemoth Clan is moving in large numbers around the Alchemist warehouse building!"

Immediately, Bubble could feel something tingling inside his head until he heard a popping sound. This was it; this was one of the reasons he had given himself a nickname because when he heard this sound in his head, it meant that there was an article to be written.

Immediately, he got out of his seat.

"Let\'s go!"

In the large open hallway of the alchemist building, everyone had turned their attention to the mysterious man who had just blasted two men through the wall. They looked at the bodies; they had large holes that went right through their chests.

They didn\'t look like wounds from a weapon, and they could see nothing in the hooded man\'s hands at the moment.

"You\'re making threats to us in this situation!" Clipper shouted back; both his eyebrows were raised because he was truly shocked. How could such a person say something like that when they were faced with now around sixty or so strong Pagna warriors? Even members of the Crimson Crane wouldn\'t be so brazen.

"Wait a minute, black robes, and in this alchemist building, I mean, that\'s what a lot of alchemists wear, but the fact that these two idiots were fighting so desperately right up till now, it\'s you, isn\'t it? You\'re the Dark Magus!" Clipper claimed.

Walking forward through his group of people, he gestured, putting his hands down, telling those around him to somewhat be at ease. Seeing this, the Crimson Crane duo had decided to take it as an opportunity to gather some of their strength.

"We have been looking everywhere for you," Clipper said. "As I said before, we are the Behemoth Clan. I\'m sure I don\'t need to tell you much about us since you would have to be living under a rock not to know us.

"But we are the largest and strongest clan in the Demonic Faction."

The strongest clan was subjective, but there was no doubt to anyone that they were the largest clan.

"We have many alchemists that are already in our clan, but despite that, your name has piqued our leader\'s interest, and he wishes to speak to you."

It was an open invitation, just like Reno had expected. They were after the Dark Magus this entire time.

Although Raze was listening, he was also observing the situation. There were a few fallen Pagna warriors; he imagined that the Crimson Crane had gotten in a scuffle with them already.

Not only that, but he could see some of the other alchemists who had been dragged out of their rooms, beaten, and clearly forced.

"A group of people who offer an invitation like so?" Raze said. "You gather a group of this many people to ask for a request and drag those whom you thought might be me. Do you really think that this is the type of people that I would work for?"

Down on the ground, Raze looked at one of the swords. This one, in particular, was a curved sword that looked like a jagged tooth with a large orange hilt. In total, Raze had completed 13 enchantments, leaving him with only two left.

He was working on this one, the 13th one, and when the people had barged into the door, he had lost his concentration. In doing so, the enchantment was completed before he could pour more of his condensed magic into the item.

This was one of the many reasons for his anger, because the weapon had been enchanted and wasn\'t how he would have liked it. After all of his hard work.

Bending down, Raze picked up the sword from the ground. He looked at it for a moment, and a flicker of black magic activated behind the sword guard that covered his hand, which the others were unable to see.

"You\'re picking up a sword!" Clipper said as he continued to walk forward. "You really plan to go against all of us. You\'re just an alchemist, even if you have the Crimson Crane backing you; look at what we did to them already. Are you one of those alchemists who has something a bit wrong with them?"

As Clipper made fun of the Dark Magus, he turned around to laugh, looking at the other clan members behind him.

In that moment, when he turned away, that was when Raze placed both hands on the hilt of the weapon and raised it high above his head.

"The second Dark Edge Magic Sword arts!" Raze mumbled under his breath. "The Eclipse Magic Strike!"

The dark magic poured out of Raze\'s hands, and the silver blade was surrounded by a corona of black and purple energy that swirled around it. At the same time, the hilt of the sword started to glow with power itself.

When the sword was completely surrounded, a large afterimage of the sword almost appeared, almost giving off a ghostly afterimage of a giant wielding the sword.

"This... it has so much power behind it!" Kizer said as he could feel the surge of energy reach him.

"Is what we\'re seeing right now visual Qi?" Reno asked.

Clipper felt the large surge of energy. Immediately he could sense it; the power within the strike didn\'t feel like something that would come from an alchemist. Not just that, it did not feel like an attack that was on the level of someone at the initial stage.

When he turned, he could see the giant visual Qi of the ellipse sword swinging down right at him. He raised his hand in defense, but it was a little too late. Clipper didn\'t have time to move out of the way, nor gather his own Qi.

The large strike ripped right through his body, breaking through his Qi and smashing into the ground. The tiles on the floor broke for several meters across the floor, not just where the sword had hit.

A few of those who were standing behind Clipper had been hit by the attack as well, but the one who had directly taken the attack was Clipper himself.

The sword had touched the ground, and Clipper placed his hand across his chest. "What... type of alchemist are you?" Clipper said in a hushed voice, the life in his eyes disappearing, and a spurt of blood gushing out from his wound as he fell to the floor, falling into two pieces.