I have an Apocalypse City

Chapter 467: Constructing the Magic Tower

The moment Wallace’s soul body plunged into the nutrient tank, the originally violently struggling body suddenly stiffened and then slowly sank, becoming quiet.

Under Wallace’s skin, merged with her soul, strings of energy were constantly flowing as if they were like little snakes crawling everywhere.

“Is this…a success?” Song Jian glanced at the Black Dragon Essence Blood still floating in mid-air and then at Wallace in the nutrient tank, seemingly sleeping, and thought to himself.

Just then, the body in the nutrient tank began to tremble. Wallace’s soul was being pushed out by a force of rejection.

Wallace’s soul struggled desperately not to leave his body. But the speed of being pushed away was slow and steady. At this rate, within a minute, Wallace’s soul would have completely left his body.

At this moment, the Black Dragon’s Essence Blood floating in mid-air suddenly dropped down and landed right on Wallace’s forehead.

“Alt’ ” a shrill scream burst out from the body in the tank. A burning sound was heard from the forehead, and a wisp of green smoke began to waft from his body.

Song Jian saw that the drop of Black Dragon’s Essence Blood, as soon as it touched the skin on the forehead, seemed to possess consciousness as it dug into the body. Numerous filaments finer than hair tendrils also extended from the Essence Blood, spreading all around.

In no time, this Black Dragon’s Essence Blood was like a red gem embedded in the body’s forehead. Around this red gem, numerous thin tendrils were deeply imprinted into the skin.

Wallace suddenly opened his eyes. He could feel the intense pain from the Black Dragon’s Essence Blood on his forehead, but he could also feel that not only pain but also an endless power was nourishing his body and soul.

Due to the nourishment offered by the Black Dragon’s Essence Blood, this body began to accept Wallace’s soul. However, to achieve a full fusion, it would require a lot more time.

“Success, I’ve finally succeeded!” Wallace exclaimed enthusiastically; in his emotional upheaval, his eyes suddenly changed into a pair of golden vertical pupils, just like the eyes of a Black Dragon.

“Damn it, the body has mutated!” Wallace was immediately anxious. Bloodline Wizards were prone to ancestral regression, a partial mutation in their bodies.

This mutation could grant the Bloodline Wizards a portion of their ancestors’ power, but it could also change the wizards’ personalities drastically and without warning. In severe cases, they would even lose their sense of self and turn into a crazy, raging monster.

This was the thing Bloodline Wizards were most afraid of.

Boom~

With a loud bang, the nutrient tank suddenly shattered. The lab was swept up as if in a violent storm, with a gust tearing up everything into pieces.

In the instant the explosion struck, Song Jian, with a thought, left Wallace’s lab immediately. As a defensive array was arranged in advance, the explosion was contained within the lab.

After a while, a tense-faced Wallace, wrapped in a half sheet, came out of the lab. Seeing Song Jian standing at the lab’s doorway, he quickly knelt before him.

“Master, my apologies. While the resurrection ritual was successful, there are still many side effects. I, I wish to request to recover in the Blood Pool immediately…” Wallace said hastily.

The sudden surge of Bloodline power had temporarily been suppressed using a clarity potion, but if the situation continues without remedy, even the clarity potion would lose its effect on him.

“Go ahead, I hope you can recover your former power soon!” Song Jian nodded.

Wallace’s figure suddenly crumbled like yellow sand; a strange breeze blew and the sand pile instantly vanished completely.

But Song Jian, with his senses, could clearly “see” that Wallace had already entered the basement and had laid down impatiently in the Blood Pool.

The Blood Pool was where the Blood Slaves were born. Once a Blood Slave has died, he would be resurrected in the Blood Pool. As all of the Blood Slaves were in their territories now, the Blood Pool had been idle.

As soon as Wallace entered the Blood Pool, the blood water inside began to boil, just like boiling water, bubbling continuously. But Wallace, lying in the Blood Pool only with his head showing, demonstrated a relaxed expression on his face and even emitted a moan of relaxation.

Song Jian glanced at the ruined lab, shook his head, stepped out of the castle ignoring Wallace;

Now, Song Jian had decent equipment, and his skills were more numerous than that of the average player. Not only was he ranked first in level, but his power also greatly surpassed other players.

As he walked out of Manor Castle, he looked at the black pyramid in the distance, his eyes full of ambition.

The black pyramid situated in the middle of the city must be the highest-level instance dungeon in the city. Currently, players couldn’t even get near to the dungeon, let alone pioneer it.

“That is, at least, the instance dungeon you need to possess first-order combat power to enter…” Song Jian looked at the black pyramid and sighed.

Just then, a tremor came from afar, and a red beam of light shot into the sky; the light then began to slowly expand outwards.

A loud voice resounded in the ears of all the players in Doomsday City.

Song Jian looked at the red beam of light in the distance, murmured to himself: “The Territorial Expansion Campaign, the cooldown time changed from a month to eight hours. This should be a strategy by the game developers to expedite the growth of the war alliances— choosing the strongest war alliance as quickly as possible, and then focusing all their efforts on the Abyss Demon Clan’s invasion!”

Song Jian couldn’t confirm his speculation, however, the Territorial Expansion Campaign had inevitably unfolded among the city’s war alliances.

Song Jian glanced at his own alliance’s territorial expansion campaign cooldown time, which had already expired, gave a slight smile, and immediately chose to launch the territorial expansion campaign.

The territory, which was initially several hundred meters in scale, once again spread out all around. Some of the weaker players, watching the spreading red light, then looked at Song Jian’s Manor Castle in the distance, had no choice but to abandon their safe houses and flee.

This time, to Song Jian, the Territorial Expansion campaign encountered no worthy resistance. His territory spanned a radius of five hundred meters now, but due to the absence of the Magic Tower, all new buildings within the alliance couldn’t be constructed.

“Master, the Manor Castle must be upgraded to level four. Only then can all the new buildings be unlocked!” said Butler George, looking somewhat helpless.

Within his territory, Butler George had already reserved a spot for the construction of the Magic Tower. Song Jian walked into the empty space and took out a Magic Source Stone the size of a human head from his backpack. He instructed George: “George, start constructing the Magic Tower.”