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Chapter 126 Alchemy

“Gold is beautiful and sacred. It has been a symbol of nobility and magnificence since ancient times. It shines with the warm and dazzling light of the sun. It has a gentle color and a tough texture. It has survived the test of time and is an eternal treasure bestowed by God on the world.”

Marsh paused here, looked around at the three tied up people, and said with a smile.

"Gold is so beautiful, don't you want to contribute to it and become a part of it?"

There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if at this moment, gold was not just a metal, but had become the supreme belief and pursuit in his heart.

This is a hall, surrounded by piles of gold.

When Strange and Aiden came in and saw so much gold, their minds went blank. They couldn't imagine how there could be so much gold in such a small place.

But when Morales saw the gold, there was only fear on his face.

Although Strange and Aiden didn't know what they would face, seeing that Morales was so scared, they knew it must not be a good thing.

"Don't be afraid."

Marsh's voice suddenly softened, as if trying to weave a gentle trap with words.

"This is a ceremony, a ceremony that allows the soul to resonate with gold and move towards eternity together. You will no longer be an ordinary existence, but become a part of the guardian of this glory, and witness the passage of time and the changes of history together with gold."

He approached slowly, his hand gently brushing over the piles of gold nuggets on the side. Each nugget shone with an alluring light, as if silently calling out to them.

Suddenly, Marsh's eyes snapped to Aiden, he walked towards Aiden and grabbed him hard.

Marsh's movements suddenly became decisive and cold. He ignored Aiden's desperate struggle, and his hands, as if driven by some invisible force, tightly clamped Aiden's body.

The air around seemed to freeze at this moment, and even time seemed to slow down.

"Witness it, mortal,"

Marsh's voice was deep and powerful, as if coming from the abyss.

"This is God's gift and the destination of the soul. Mortal, you will become a part of this endless wealth."

As his words fell, a strange energy began to surge in the room. The gold nuggets that had been shining quietly seemed to be awakened, emitting an even brighter light, covering the entire space in a golden glow.

Marsh's eyes became unusually bright at this moment, as if burning with golden flames, which was the embodiment of his endless desire for gold.

Aiden's screams echoed in the room. It was a mixture of fear, despair and pain, but was gradually swallowed up by an irresistible force and finally turned into a low and strange sound of metal friction.

Under the gaze of Marsh's eyes flashing with fanaticism, Aiden's body seemed to be engulfed by invisible flames. Every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone lost its original shape and color in the dazzling light.

His face was distorted and his eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness and fear, but all of this quickly disappeared in the golden torrent.

First, the skin turned golden and transparent, followed by the breaking and reorganization of muscle fibers. The bones melted in the light and finally gathered into a golden liquid, which at the last moment became a part of the surrounding gold.

Slantchi and Morales witnessed all this, their fear had reached its peak. Slantchi clenched his fists, trying to regain some rationality from the shock, while Morales had collapsed to the ground, tears and sweat intertwined, blurring her vision.

At this moment, Strange already understood why there was so much gold around. It turned out that it was refined by living people!
Marsh stood in front of the pile of gold with a satisfied smile on his face, a kind of joy and satisfaction that was almost crazy.

"It's your turn."

Marsh turned around, his eyes swept over the two of them, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty. Strange's heart was beating like a drum, sweat was dripping down his forehead, and he made a quick decision the moment Marsh turned and approached Morales.

Although his heart was filled with grief and helplessness about Morales' fate, his instinct for survival drove him to act.

While Marsh's attention was completely focused on Morales, he suddenly shook out the small knife from his sleeve, which he had secretly hidden for emergency use.

Although the knife was small, it was extremely sharp, flashing a cold light in the dim light.

Strange gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his eyes determined, he knew this was his only chance of survival.

Strange's movements were swift and precise, and he cut the ropes that bound him almost immediately before Marsh was about to touch Morales.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran towards the exit of the hall.

Faced with Marsh's mysterious power, Strange had no power to resist it, and he had no choice but to escape.

Marsh was obviously shocked by Strange's sudden action. He turned back suddenly, anger and unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

But at this moment Strange was already some distance away from him, and was moving very fast, so it was not easy for Marsh to catch up with him.

"Your companion is in my hands. Do you really want to abandon her and run away like this? You can't escape!"

Marsh roared and tried to threaten Strange with words, but Strange did not stop. He knew very well that he could not look back or hesitate at all.

Seeing that Strange had no intention of stopping, Marsh quickened his pace.

In an instant, he transformed Morales into gold amid her screams, and then quickly chased after her.

Strange's heart was beating like thunder, and every step he took seemed like a race against death.

He walked through the intricate corridors, avoiding possible traps, with only one thought in his mind - to survive and reveal the truth.

Marsh behind him was like a demon cursed by gold. Although his steps were not as agile as Strange's, he was pressing forward step by step with an indescribable terrifying force.

Suddenly, he noticed a half-open window in front of him. Moonlight shone through the gap onto the ground, forming a silver path of light, as if it was a guide to freedom.

Strange was delighted and rushed to the window without hesitation.

He pushed the window frame open with force, and the cold wind mixed with the freshness of the night blew in his face, refreshing him.

Without a moment's hesitation, Strange leaped forward, his body gliding lightly through the window and landing on the grass outside.

He quickly rolled over and stood up, and after running wildly for another ten minutes or so, he looked back, panting heavily, but there was no trace of Marsh.

But in front of us, there was the church.

At this time, the main door of the church was half open, and bright light shone from it, as if inviting him in.

Of course Strange didn't dare to go in, and the familiar voice at this time made him stop.

"Strange, now that you're here, come in and take a rest."

(End of this chapter)