freeallnovels Chapter 82 Hallucinogens
Chapter 82 Hallucinogens
The Enchanted Forest, the Alchemy Laboratory.
The basement was filled with the smell of herbs. Three reactors, each as tall as a person, were neatly arranged against the wall. The high-purity magic crystals embedded in their bases were glowing and emitting a low humming sound as they operated.
The goose, dressed in a simple coat made of coarse cloth, stood in front of a large water tank, carefully rinsing a row of quartz beakers.
Just then, the emblem on his left forearm vibrated.
"Hey Goose! Can you hear me?!" The loud slurping sound of roasting a whole lamb came from the emblem's speaker, mixed with the whistling wind and some muffled groans that were hard to hear.
"The tilling work here in Archer Village was all done by the bio-tractors! Put the fertilizer aside for now, and hurry up and brew the life purification potion that the abandoned city needs. The agents are probably waiting for this stuff to save their lives and deliver their report!"
The goose leaned closer to the emblem and loudly replied, "I know, I know, I'll figure out how to do it now."
After cutting off communication, the goose breathed a long sigh of relief.
Life-purifying potions were everywhere in the lab, and Hans told him to use them freely. No longer needing to rush to apply those high-concentration fertilizers, he could finally calm down and fully enjoy the pure pleasures of this top-notch laboratory.
He walked to the oak desk and opened the thick "Magic Forest Supplies Catalog".
While searching for auxiliary materials for the purification potion, he casually picked up a piece of chalk and turned to walk towards the huge blackboard on the wall used to deduce spell models.
"Conservation of matter, conservation of energy—this ironclad law applies to every world," the goose chanted loudly as it wrote the four large characters "Earth Chemical Engineering" on the left side of the blackboard.
High pressure, high temperature, heavy metal catalysis. Relying on violent methods to tear molecular bonds results in severe environmental pollution and an uncontrollable process. He wrote these down while muttering to himself.
Then he walked to the right side of the blackboard and wrote the words "Bioalchemy".
Turning around, the goose took a glass jar filled with a green, viscous liquid from the shelf. Patting the outside of the jar, it thought to itself: "Green slime, this is definitely not some low-level monster's waste. The walls it built in Rainbow Village after carrying the bucket around fully demonstrate that this is a natural polymer gel solvent!"
He put down the jar and grabbed a handful of faintly glowing blue powder: "Blue mushroom spore powder, a natural bioluminescent active enzyme! It can act as a perfect catalyst medium under normal temperature and pressure."
A huge equal sign was drawn on the blackboard with chalk, connecting the left and right sides.
This isn't some mysterious magic at all; it's an exceptionally advanced biochemical engineering approach! The goose tapped on the blackboard, continuing to ponder. Using pure magic crystals to provide pollution-free thermal energy, and using bio-extracted enzymes to replace heavy metal catalysis.
He patted the chalk dust off his hands with satisfaction, turned back to his desk, and prepared to continue searching for the recipe.
However, when he turned to the second half of the catalog, specifically the section on "Neurological Biological Extracts," his fingers stopped turning the pages.
My gaze was fixed on a few lines of ancient records on the paper.
"The shriveled tear glands of the Wind Cyclops, the hallucinogenic spores of the Zombie Mushroom..."
No, this is not a regular anesthetic.
The goose slammed his quill on the table, stood up, and paced back and forth. He tried to articulate his analysis to clarify his thoughts: "Traditional anesthetic herbs work by blocking sodium ion channels, forcibly severing the signal transmission of pain nerves. But the active enzyme extracted from the mixture of these three materials described in the book operates in the completely opposite way!"
He slumped back onto the table, his finger tapping heavily on the picture of the green slime.
"A lipid-soluble carrier!" The goose's eyes lit up as it loudly rehearsed the experimental process in its mind. "Using the lipid solubility of the green slime as a coating layer, carrying the hallucinogenic spores of the zombie mushroom, it can penetrate the blood-brain barrier of carbon-based organisms without any hindrance!"
He spoke faster and faster, gesturing wildly with his hands in the air.
"Once it enters the central nervous system, the tear gland extract of the Wind Cyclops acts as an amplifier. Instead of inhibiting nerves, it forcibly stimulates the brain, triggering a retaliatory over-release of dopamine and serotonin! At the same time, the pathogenic spores completely disrupt the information processing centers of the visual and auditory cortex!"
The goose slammed its paw on the heavy directory, making a loud sound.
I thought to myself, "This isn't some herbal medicine! It's a hallucinogen!" Once inhaled, it doesn't numb the body; instead, it produces incredibly realistic sensory hallucinations, completely destroys the ability to make logical judgments, and can even lead to an uncontrollable state of mental derangement!
He picked up the chalk and sketched a cylindrical shape with a pressure valve in the corner of the blackboard.
Purify, pressurize, and make into an aerosol projectile. The goose looked at the sketch on the blackboard and let out a hearty laugh.
With something this good, who would still carry swords and go up to exchange blood with those high-level monsters? Throw two canisters of high-pressure hallucinogenic gas into the enemy's formation, and in less than ten breaths, they'll start treating their comrades like monsters and begin killing each other!
The goose carefully folded the few pages of the directory into a conspicuous bookmark.
This was a strategic reserve project, his top priority. He formally included this extremely dangerous idea in his private research and development list.
After calming its excitement, the goose turned and walked to the materials shelf behind it, preparing to extract the carbonized wood from the ancient tree needed for the life purification potion.
Just as he tiptoed and reached for the top layer of wood, his elbow accidentally knocked over a light-colored wooden board on the shelf next to him.
The label reads "Fairy Wing Remains".
The goose instinctively reached out to catch it, only to find that the plank hadn't fallen to the stone ground. It remained steadily suspended in mid-air, even bobbing slightly up and down.
"what?"
The goose crouched down, stretched out its palm, pressed down hard on the surface of the wooden board.
A strong repulsive force was transmitted back through the palm.
As soon as he released his grip, the wooden board immediately springed back to its suspended position, half a foot high.
The goose slapped its thigh and suddenly realized.
No wonder! When we were fighting at the governor's mansion, the giant airship sent by the City of the Forest didn't even have an airbag. How could it possibly fly? That completely violated the law of buoyancy!
He stood up, shook his head, and muttered to himself: The keel and base of that airship were probably made entirely of this anti-gravity material with levitation arrays carved into them! Pure cheating in mechanics!
After stuffing the suspended wooden plank back onto the shelf, the goose put away its wandering thoughts and got down to business.
Hans took Xiaoyu as his precious apprentice, and right now Xiaoyu is probably being pressed down to learn magic under special instruction.
He needed to hurry up and deliver the life-purifying potion to the agents. According to the NPCs in the abandoned city, the food supplies could be delayed, but the antidote couldn't wait.