The arena of the International Alchemy Competition was noisy. The audience in the seats was excited by the wonderful performances of each contestant from time to time. Even the chirping of insects and birds in the afternoon was completely covered up.
But no matter how noisy the environment is, the players who can make it all the way to the finals can ignore the noise. In their hearts, completing the training in front of them is the most important thing.
Among the twelve finalists, two people implemented this point most thoroughly.
The handsome middle-aged wizard in a tuxedo seemed like he couldn't hear anything from the beginning. From beginning to end, he was sketching out the lines and symbols in the formation array one by one. The old witch from the African delegation even placed a silencing spell around herself, completely blocking the sound ten steps away.
Therefore, she would not hear any noise outside at all, and similarly, people outside could not hear what she was saying.
"The bones of the fire dragon, accidentally set up, can make the majestic magic have some support..."
As her mantra-like words settled down a little, the wooden stick used to stir the giant crucible gradually slowed down the speed of drawing circles.
Immediately afterwards, the crucible seemed to vibrate, and a few drops of viscous liquid splashed out.
"The flesh of the amoeba, voluntarily reconstituted, frees the body that bears it."
Another word came out of her mouth, and when her slightly hoarse voice paused, the stirring rod was pulled away from the muddy slurry in the crucible.
Immediately, the slurry suddenly calmed down and began to become less concentrated.
"The blood of mountain giants, forced to be absorbed, can start the cycle of life and death!"
"Crack-"
The moment the old witch finished her third sentence in a high tone, several cracks appeared in the seemingly extremely thick giant crucible. The dark purple smoke that originally floated out from inside suddenly turned into a transparent white at this moment.
Then, a looming and sturdy figure slowly stood up from the crucible, and at the moment when countless spectators looked over, a pair of broad wings spread out silently, blowing away the water vapor. .
"What kind of monster is that?"
This time, not only the audience showed shock, but also the other contestants and the judging panel on the judges' bench looked at them in astonishment.
But he saw that the big guy standing in the crucible at this time had a human-like but rather strong physique, and even had a long tail and wings that looked like a fire dragon.
Judging from the height of the giant crucible, this monster is probably as tall as a giant monster.
If you look at its distorted facial features, it looks more like a troll than a human being - although it definitely looks much "thinner" than a troll.
"Roar-"
Suddenly, the monster looked up to the sky and roared without warning, as if celebrating its own birth. With its roar, even the silencing spells placed around it by the old witch were broken in one fell swoop, and the deafening sound immediately suppressed all the noise in the arena.
Just when the audience was somewhat panicked, the old witch immediately grabbed the long skeleton staff leaning on the side and waved it at the alchemy monster.
When the other party stopped roaring and stood beside her silently, her voice spread to the entire audience under an effect similar to that of amplifying spells.
"Please rest assured that the child is under my control at all times. I assure you that this child will never cause any harm to everyone."
As for the old witch calling that thing "this child", I'm afraid most people present would find it difficult to agree. But now, how to call it has become a matter of course. Everyone is only concerned about whether the scary-looking big guy will break out and hurt people.
After all, just looking at the pair of dragon wings covered with hard scales, you can tell that this big guy is probably able to fly freely in the sky.
"...synthetic beast."
Mr. Hohenheim deserves to be the special guest chief judge of this event, and his knowledge is outstanding. After just a few more glances, he understood what the old African witch had made.
If the previous sand corpses and unicorns can be compared to the transformation technique in modern magic, then the thing created by the old witch must be compared with the technology of blood transformation.
If we want to talk about the degree of transformation, even the alienated Acromantula created by Maka is far from comparable; but the biggest flaw of the monster in front of us is that it is not a real life and has no independent self-will. , some are just some basic movements that have been preset in the formation.
"Excuse me, can you really control it completely?"
There were too many people at this event, and Hohenheim knew very well how troublesome it would be if this thing really got into trouble.
Therefore, out of caution, he quickly asked again uneasily.
"Yes, Mr. Hohenheim, the chief judge," the old witch said calmly, "I am convinced of this."
After saying that, she simply put the skull staff in her hand on the ground for a moment, and the monster immediately sat down beside her.
When the audience saw that the big guy was so obedient, while they calmed down secretly, their incomparable surprise and curiosity once again occupied their hearts.
Everyone is speculating whether this will be the final champion of this final.
By this time, the wonders of alchemy had been deeply ingrained into the minds of the wizards present, and half of the original purpose of Maka, Butler Edward, and Madame Maxime's decision to hold this event had actually been achieved.
At the end, when Edward appears on the stage and publicly discloses the legacy of Nico Flamel, alchemy will surely usher in a new beginning in the near future.
However, while all the eleven finalists had completed their creations, there was still one gentleman who was still concentrating on describing every symbol and line in his formation.
To be honest, although at the beginning, many people admired him for his undistracted attitude, and some were even more optimistic about him because of his calmness. But now, they are still busy drawing lines and drawing characters, which is a bit unbearable.
Logically speaking, if so many spectators, contestants and even judges were waiting patiently for him, anyone else would probably feel uneasy.
But this guy just immersed himself in doing his own thing and didn't have any other reaction at all. I don’t know whether he is really unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment, or is he pretending not to know
There is actually still time left for the competition, because we have considered in advance that there will be many unforeseen events when hosting an alchemy event for the first time.
Therefore, both Macca and Hohenheim agreed at that time that more time is better than less time. If the players complete everything before the time is up, they can naturally jump to the next stage.
But now it seems that the extra time will probably be spent on the last player.
However, after all, there are clear regulations in place, and both the judges and the audience have to accept their fate and wait with peace of mind. Everyone looked at the tuxedo wizard squatting on the spot, slowly adding new ink marks to the formation, and time passed slowly.
"If this goes on... it won't work!"
At a certain seat in the VIP seats, the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour glanced at the other auditoriums behind him from time to time, feeling a little anxious.
He is also one of the people who attaches great importance to this event, and compared to others, he is more concerned about the viewing experience of these spectators.
As the top coordinator of the British wizarding world, he is extremely looking forward to the positive impact the Alchemy Competition will have on Hogwarts and the British wizarding community, and all of this will become one of his greatest political achievements during his tenure.
But now, the gap caused by waiting for a player may completely wipe out the good impression given to the audience by the previous hot schedule.
"Where did McClane go..." Scrimgeour muttered, looking around. "If he was here, maybe there would be some good solution."
It's a pity that Maka will not come back at least before dark.
In the next nearly two hours, the tuxedo wizard failed to complete his formation, and the game time was completely exhausted.
Hohenheim stared closely at the huge hourglass high in the sky, watching the last grain of sand fall quietly, and then he suddenly stood up.
"I declare that the final stage of the first International Alchemy Competition is over!"
The very next moment Mr. Hohenheim said this, the middle-aged wizard who was squatting on the ground concentrating on the formation also stood up with his sore knees and gently put the pen back in his hand. On the stone platform next to him.
Many people could not help but see a hint of regret on his always calm face.
Immediately, Hohenheim followed the established procedures and began to announce the scores of the contestants together with the members of the jury.
Not surprisingly, the Tuxedo Wizard failed to complete the competition requirements and received an "expected" zero score. As for the old witch in Africa, although her synthetic beast caused some controversy among the jury, because even transforming the bloodline of magical creatures is expressly prohibited.
But since the International Federation of Wizards has no actual regulations regulating alchemy, on an academic level, she is indeed good enough to rank first.
Therefore, Hohenheim still gave her the recognition she deserved.
When the champion was finally decided, everything seemed to come to an end naturally. Professor McGonagall, the principal of Hogwarts, suddenly appeared from a certain entrance.
Behind her, Mrs. Maxim and the old butler Edward also walked into everyone's field of vision.
But at this moment, Old Edward's sight suddenly passed over the formation formation at the feet of the tuxedo wizard, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.