728 Potion making machine! Liam gazed at the abundant ingredients for the Body Cleansing Elixir which he was able to amass from the elven kingdom. He then looked at Dimitri who was already close to finishing up the first batch. The damn guy's speed was actually faster than his. This was understandable because even with two lives combined Liam's experience in alchemy was nothing when compared to the Poison Master. Also, the soul minion, unlike him, did not get tired, was not prone to human errors and more importantly, did not need any sleep or rest. He could literally keep making this around the clock. Liam had so many more plans for Dimitri, but for now, he was going to make this guy prepare the Body Cleansing Elixir day in and day out. With this, the Crimson Abyss would definitely have its core members strengthened to perfection for the incoming end times. Liam wanted to shape them into an Elite Army of men and women who would be able to stand against the truly devastating monsters that were yet to show their heads. "Keep making the same potion again and again until I ask you to stop. Every single batch needs to be perfectly made. Do you understand?" He gave clear instructions. Dimitri nodded. With the dark elf taking care of this side of things, Liam started his own production task, forging souls. He took out one of the black beads and tried to sense the souls inside it. He did not dare start with the wyvern or the dragon souls just yet. These are souls which he could not afford to screw up with. Instead, he used the bead with the lizardmen first. Before Alex interrupted him, he was doing the same thing. He first practised with the souls of the lizard guys and only then attempted to forge Dimitri's soul. He extracted Dimitri's soul from the black bead and forged his soul with great difficulty and everything ended up as a resounding success. The dark elf hadn't lost a single memory or any of his skills after the forging process. The proof of which was sitting right next to him, busily making one potion after another. But Liam was still not confident enough to mess with the draconian souls. So he once again used some lizardmen souls for practice first. Time ticked by slowly in silence, with Luna and Crawford standing guard on one side, Dimitri making Body Cleansing Elixirs on the other side like a maniac, and finally Liam as well forging one soul after another also like a maniac. Soon, five lizardmen soul minions were successfully forged and they stood in a line near Liam. "Phew." He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he checked the levels of these new guys. "Level 44, 51, 35, 48 and 51. Not bad." Compared to before, the forging process was a lot easier now, especially because he was able to use mana more efficiently. Apart from this, Liam also noticed other small improvements and some rather big improvements. The minions he forged were able to move more independently. The wyvern that was circling high above the fort and observing the players was at least 50 km away from him, and he was still able to maintain a connection with the beast. The forging efficiency and ease had tremendously increased. More importantly, he was able to handle souls that were stronger than his own. Otherwise, he would have never been able to forge the elves or the wyvern in the first place, as they were all higher leveled than him. With the more he progressed in his legacy, all these changes were slowly becoming apparent and his proficiency in his class was also gradually increasing. Just a little bit more and he would be truly able to master this class. "I cannot give credit to the legacy alone for all of these changes." Liam silently pondered. He had a feeling that his mana core also had something to do with this. It was as if his mana core was slowly strengthening his soul and vice versa. Perhaps this was why the 'Awakening' that the old elf mentioned was extremely important for one's true strength to show. Liam closed his eyes as he sensed the shackles which bound him more vividly now. Grabbing these shackles, he churned his mana core more rapidly as he tried to forge the next soul. He might not be able to break them just yet but he could feel it. He was slowly inching closer and closer to them. Liam sighed and began to concentrate on the task at hand. He reached out and sensed the profundity of the soul in his possession. There was another reason why he was forging these lizardmen's souls first, to get their memories. However, this was easier said than done. Just like the previous souls, this guy's memories were also completely scrambled. All he could get was that the soul had always been guarding the fort, and the only thing it knew was how to fight. There were simply no other memories. Liam thought that the lizard people, like the elves, would have skills, memories, and talents, but their minds were the same as the minds of beasts he had forged in the past. Just pure animal instincts. They could only become fighters, albeit good ones. Liam was slightly disappointed, as he wanted to learn more about the fort and the prisoner through these souls. Nevertheless, he continued and forged the soul to perfection, and moved on to the next one. He did not know how many more he planned to practice until he touched the wyvern and dragon souls, but he was not ready just yet. While Liam was fully immersed in the soul forging, the scorched lands not too far away from him started seeing a lot more activity. Dozens and dozens of players from guilds all over the world started pouring out of the golden portal and looking around the new terrain in excitement.