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Netheril's Glory Chapter 72: The Ancient Elvish Text.
It had been a month since Lo Lan left, and she already sent a batch of twenty slaves and several large boxes of magic materials to the White Tower. Only Mage apprentices had not yet been recruited. After all, Punk's requirements were really a little too harsh; although many apprentice-level mages were eager to have an official-level tutor to help them, mage apprentices who were good at alchemy were not so easy to find.
Although he didn't get a helper, Punk's experiment still went on smoothly.
After trying again and again, the body of the flesh golem with the main material of the Illusion demon's broken arm and flesh had been completed, but unfortunately, Punk now learned that even as an official level mage, he couldn't control the soul of a demon full of chaos and madness. Of course, this kind of chaotic demon soul was best suited for the flesh golem made with demons, but the chaos that was deeply rooted in the demon's soul was almost impossible to eliminate completely.
Standing next to the experimental platform, Punk gently pinched a small piece of black gemstone, which was full of Imp souls. Even though these souls went through many failed experiments, they were still struggling desperately.
Unmatched madness was simply the best interpretation of this race of demons.
Punk threw the screaming gem on the experimental table, and then he took out another crystal clear blue gem from his pocket.
There were some hazy mists lingering inside this blue gem, in which there was a dazed humanoid soul. As a human being with high intelligence, if an out-of-body soul was not swallowed by the river of time, it could autonomously transform into a human form. This soul imprisoned in this gem in Punk's hand was a human soul that had been successfully transformed. This ordinary soul was merged with an official-level virtual soul to raise its level, so now it barely entered the official level. Punk also used spells to erase this soul's original memories and emotions and even managed to tamper with the soul's instincts. Punk learned these useful skills thanks to Mage McNeesey. McNeesey's years of diligent experimental notes and the large collection of uncommon spells all became a great help to his inheritor, Punk.
However, having knowledge did not mean one would able to use that knowledge flexibly from theory to practice without countless trials and failures!
In fact, Punk had performed this kind of soul transformation more than 20 times in this one month, but even with those tenacious demon souls as materials that could be practiced wantonly, except for the soul he was holding in his hand, all the other human soul's transformations failed. The weaker ones were even driven crazy by the emptiness of the outside world as soon as they were extracted from their bodies. These cheap ordinary slaves didn't have any power, so with their low-level souls, they could not withstand Punk's unskilled transformation process!
Fortunately, the last soul was successfully transformed. Just being able to survive the transformation experiment was enough to prove the quality and toughness of this soul. But now, this soul inside the gem was absolutely obedient to Punk while still retaining some of its wisdom. Although it won't be as compliant as those summoned creatures, however, it had enough IQ to execute some little more complicated orders in a battle.
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After his experiments, Punk threw the corpses along with the fragmented demon flesh and blood into the corner. Now, what he wanted to do was to complete the last step of the flesh golem, which was implanting the soul into the core of the golem.
The body of the flesh golem was placed at the core of a complex magic formation painted with a large number of magic runes. Punk was standing next to the magic formations holding the gem containing the transformed soul. A faint wave of mana was lingering around his body, and his eyes were glowing with a solid blue brilliance.
Punk started to chant in an ethereal voice, and as it became louder and louder, the magic circle began to sparkle with scarlet light spots, and a large number of light spots began to connect together and glow more brightly. Finally, they were completely connected together on the ground, and a dark red fuzzy pattern appeared on the body of the flesh golem in the center of the magic formation. Then the magic pattern started to slowly rotate around the golem, and the weird runes flew up and down like dancing shadows around a campfire.
Punk did not have time to pay attention to the peculiar patterns on the ground, as he now needed extreme concentration to operate this delicate process.
As the sound of the chant gradually subsided, inside Punk's mind palace, a bunch of blue silk-like threads were created, which then realized into reality and started to flow with the rhythm of the runes, and finally, it along with the soul was injected into the core of the flesh golem.
After the soul was infused into the golem, its muscle started to twitch violently, and at the same time, the blood-red runes flew on the golem's skin one by one and embedded themselves deeply in the golem's body.
After this step, the Flesh Golem was basically completed.
But, in order to strengthen the toughness and loyalty of the golem, Punk also intended to use a complicated ancient elvish mantra.
In the multi-dimensional universe, races with a long history, such as Ancient Elves and Ancient Dragons, had their own sacred text(also known as spirit symbols) that was somewhat capable of tampering with laws and manipulating the concepts of the world. There was even terrible sacred text such as Doomsday Mantra; just saying a few words of it was enough to destroy a plane.
The characteristics of these magical sacred texts were that while casting, they had huge energy consumption, and their power was directly linked to the speaker's soul level, the languages themselves were also very obscure and difficult to understand, and so on.
As a half-ancient elve, Punk had inherited some incomplete elves' sacred texts. His body's parents strongly urged him in the memory inheritance that he must reach the official level before he could try it. Finally... This time he had a chance to try the power of these high-level magical texts.
Punk stared at the magic core of the flesh golem; the magic patterns that were now hidden inside the golem's body were still very evident in his vision.
As soon as the idea of using the sacred texts appeared in his mind, an oppressing ancient aura suddenly descended in the whole white tower, the sudden strong aura and the energy in the air violently clashed with each other, Punk's pupils were almost instantly started to glow with the blue mana. Now his eyes shining with bright blue light looked like two ghost fires.
His lips that he could open easily in normal times now felt as if they had an insurmountable weight. It seemed as if Punk was using all his strength to just barely open a little gap between his lips.
A large amount of mana was used in an instant, and Inside his soul, which was originally full of glowing mana, became entirely empty in an instant.
After overcoming so many difficulties, Punk was finally able to utter a short sentence of Ancient Elf's sacred texts from the soul. After chanting the sacred text, Punk only felt that his body and soul were shaking under the impact of the magical texts.
No one except the chanter could understand the profound and mysterious sound of the soul. Any creatures that had not reached the official level, even if they heard this voice, their soul would shatter, and they die miserably.
This sentence, which could be said to hold great mystery and power, translated into a very simple meaning:
"My loyal servant, embrace your new life!"
End of this Chapter 
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