Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 746 The Face of God (4-in-1)

"Something's wrong, something's wrong!"

The eldest prince rode his horse slowly forward, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

"Something feels different than usual!"

The palace was quiet and solemn, and the darkness before dawn made visibility on the road extremely low.

The guards were indistinct, and under the light of the torches and magic crystal lamps, everything seemed normal at first glance. But upon closer inspection, however, there was a hint of tension, as if they were secretly anticipating something to happen.

The eldest prince quietly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, tensed his muscles, and squeezed the horse's belly to stop it.

It was as if a voice was telling him, "Don't go in! Don't go in!"
Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out!
"Your Highness, be careful!"

Dozens of sharp arrows shot out from the shadows, tearing through the air and emitting a piercing whistle.

They flew off and landed on the ground one by one, their tail feathers trembling, and several people fell to the ground in response.

"Protect His Highness!"

The knights around the eldest prince reacted quickly, forming a human wall and wielding their longswords to block the attack.

The apprentice mage hidden among the followers also tore open a magic scroll that had been prepared beforehand, and with swift casting skills, chanted briefly: "Protective Arrows!"

A semi-transparent magical barrier unfolded over the eldest prince and those around him, and the rain of arrows clattered and clattered, all of them being deflected.

However, before they could even catch their breath, an even more deadly attack followed.

"Damn it, it's a javelin!"

The heavy javelin pierced the magical barrier with terrifying force, pinning several knights to the ground instantly, their blood gushing out.

The novice mage had no choice but to tear open another protective scroll to reinforce the shield on the eldest prince.

The guards at the palace gate swarmed forward, and a squad of Templar Knights in silver helmets and armor also charged out from the side street, attacking from both sides with lightning speed.

"There is indeed an ambush!"

The eldest prince's face turned deathly pale.

In a panic, he shouted for help.

"Teacher Simako, please save me!"

Inside the King's bedroom.

Simako, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with a sharp light.

"not good!"

He grabbed his staff, rushed out of the room, and flew quickly toward the palace gate.

He and the eldest prince had once formed a secret pact, creating a mysterious spiritual connection. When they faced major crises, they could receive a response simply by calling each other's names.

Therefore, calling for help is not in vain.

But just as he was about to reach the palace gate, he was blocked by a dazzling white light.

"Nobilis..."

Symarko squinted at the radiant humanoid creature.

Prince Nobilis hovered in mid-air, his two pairs of pure white wings slowly unfolding behind him, their holy radiance illuminating the entire palace.

Angels come!

This is the descending form of the "Four-Winged Angel"!
"You really are a Level 3 God Descendant!"

Symarko sneered, and the gems on his staff burst forth with intense flames.

This wand was crafted for him by Roy, using a fragment of divine essence that he had obtained with great difficulty.

Nobilis did not answer, and the two paladins below had already attacked with their swords.

Although they are only at level two, they are experienced followers and all have experience in dealing with spellcasters.

Moreover, when they made their move, their bodies were illuminated with wings of light, empowered by divine power.

Symarko had no choice but to retreat temporarily, waving his staff to activate the protective barrier of his robes: "Spell Nullification Barrier!"

A spherical, transparent force field enveloped the three of them. The paladin's sword strikes only stirred up ripples, but did not unleash the usual lightsaber attack.

……

Just as the two sides were engaged in battle, the side door of the palace was gently pushed open.

A figure dressed in a black robe followed Serafina in.

The remaining confidants and followers of Symako turned around in surprise: "Your Highness, and Lord Kirik? What brings you here?"

"Make way, I need to heal King Kepan."

"I am," Roy, dressed in a black robe, said slowly.

He didn't display any magic, but his calm demeanor and even tone exuded an awe-inspiring majesty.

Those who remained behind immediately felt immense pressure.

But he still forced himself to say, "I'm sorry, our orders are to keep no one near His Majesty the King."

“Symak…”

Does that guy include me in the "anyone" he's referring to?

Roy sighed.

The silence of those who stayed behind was an affirmative answer.

Everyone here, including him!

"This is truly... exactly as expected!"

Roy laughed self-deprecatingly.

Several eerie gray-white beams of light shot out in parabolic arcs.

"Malicious Polymorph!"

Before the people on the other side could even scream, they were forcibly transformed amidst the twisting of flesh and blood.

In an instant, several panicked frogs hopped around on the ground, croaking in alarm.

Roy cast the spell again, and grayish-white magical energy quickly spread across their bodies, causing them to stiffen and petrify rapidly.

Serafina quickly stepped over the frog statues, arrived at the king's bedside, took out the prepared potion, and poured it down his throat.

……

The fierce fighting in front of the palace gates continued for a while before quickly coming to an end.

One by one, the knights and guards around the eldest prince fell, their blood staining the stone bricks on the ground.

Several knights rushed over, wielding iron chains, intending to capture him.

The eldest prince, his face contorted with rage, pulled out several magic scrolls for self-defense from his robes. After tearing them open, he manipulated magical energy with simple incantations, instantly taking their lives with blazing fireballs.

On the gate tower not far away, the second prince clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

"This can't go on any longer..."

It's time to end this!

He muttered to himself as he took an exquisitely crafted arrow from the hand of his attendant.

It was an arrow forged from a metal imbued with divine power, used to ward off evil. It was so rare that even the royal family couldn't afford to use it to forge swords and daggers, and could only use a tiny amount at the tip of the arrowhead.

But the power it possesses is nothing short of miraculous.

Whether it's battle aura, magic, or pure life energy, anything infused into it will be transformed into a power to break through magic and armor.

This is enough to break through most magical and sorcerous defenses and penetrate metal armor!
With a determined look in his eyes, he slowly nocked the powerful bow.

As the bowstring tightened, the figure of the eldest prince, struggling to break free, seemed to blur as the arrow aimed at him.

A tear welled up in his eye.

But just then, the eldest prince was about to break through the encirclement.

In the end, the second prince let go of his hand.

With a whoosh, the Demon-Slaying Arrow shot out into the air.

"We finally made it out!"

With the help of magic to clear a path and the valiant efforts of his close followers, the eldest prince and his entourage finally broke through the encirclement.

Just then, his body suddenly shuddered.

As the icy sensation of his body being mercilessly pierced by some powerful force came over him, he looked down and found that a golden arrow had already pierced through his chest.

******
"Break... Demon-Slaying Arrow..."

The eldest prince muttered to himself a few times, feeling his life force drain away like a flood, rapidly flowing away with the gushing blood.

The second prince put down his longbow, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

But it was quickly and decisively replaced.

"Brother, you forced me to do this..."

"No!"

A few hundred meters away.

Surrounded and unable to break through the blockade, Sumako's body trembled violently.

He sensed the prince's fall the moment he fell, thanks to his telepathic connection.

But at that moment, his body suddenly froze.

It turned out that the paladins who were blocking him had thrust a spear made of holy light at him.

Holy light pierced his chest, scorching his soul. Under the interference of divine power, many magical memories that he had not mastered deeply became unfamiliar and blurry.

He endured the pain and frantically channeled the magic power within his body into the staff in his hand.

As the gem at the tip of the staff burst forth with a blinding, dangerous red light, the dark clouds above the entire palace turned into fiery clouds, illuminating the still-dawn sky and transforming it into a terrifying, apocalyptic scene.

That's a spell of mass destruction...

The "Blazing Sky" power, capable of destroying the entire city, is gathering.

Its operation involves condensing a large amount of fire element and magically atomizing it into clouds.

It crashed down like heavenly fire descending upon the world.

The scorching heatwave will wipe out all the military forces he brought with him.

Moreover... with such a large area, there's simply no way to escape!

Nobillis was furious, but he also felt a deep sense of anxiety and helplessness.

At the critical moment, a brilliant golden light suddenly shone above the king's palace.

Roy's voice carried from afar, echoing throughout the palace: "Enough!"

Upon hearing his voice, Symako paused instinctively.

He then said angrily, "Kirick, what are you doing over there?"

Are you going to betray our alliance?

He could no longer contact his confidants and followers; they were not dead, but had been turned into statues and trapped in his palace.

"You were the ones who betrayed the alliance first!"

Roy's voice quickly grew closer, and his figure flew over as well.

Flowing wings extended from his back, with stripes of dark blue and shimmering white feathers unfolding, creating a dreamlike effect.

Nobillis and his knights were immediately on high alert.

Roy ignored them and said to Symako, "You know the inside story, yet you didn't tell me, and you even tried to lead me astray onto the path you set for me."

Now, all I want is for everything to get back on track.

"They've already killed the eldest prince," Symako said angrily. "How can we get back on track now!"

"Look at what you're saying, it's such a small matter!"

Roy glanced at him, a somewhat inscrutable expression on his face.

"Just revive them if you kill them, why fight to the death?"

"Ok?"

Symarko choked, all his previous anger vanished, and even the magic he had gathered gradually dissipated.

What he said seems to make some sense...

As a high mage, he knew at least five methods that could bring people back from the dead.

However, knowing some things is one thing, but doing them is another.

Even if it were possible, the resources consumed would be staggering.

Even the temples, which occasionally perform miracles to spread their faith, rarely engage in the practice of the dead being resurrected.

It's mostly the mute who speaks and the blind who opens their eyes that saves more of their energy.

But just then, he suddenly turned his head and saw a woman in a fine dress and a white veil heading towards the place where the two sides were fighting.

It was Sister Windsorbell!

After so many years of maintenance, coupled with the characteristics of her golden soul "Rose Angel", she is filled with a sacred and radiant aura, making her an extraordinary being.

The eldest prince's entourage was almost entirely wiped out, and the few remaining dared not make a move. The knights under the second prince's command were so trembling that even their hands holding weapons were shaking.

Bang, bang, bang.

One by one, they threw away their swords, spears, and lances, and knelt down.

"Light... Goddess of Light!"

"Please forgive our sins!"

This is a "miracle" that can be described as a god descending to earth.

The divine aura emanating from Windsorbell surpassed that of any priest, saint, or archbishop they had ever seen…

Even the angels who descend to earth are more abundant and richer!

Bathed in the holy light emanating from her, everyone sincerely felt the boundless grace of divine favor.

Windsorbell ignored them, simply remembering Roy's instructions, and waved the scepter in her hand.

The "Light Energy Regeneration Scepter" possesses a full 2500 degrees of power, which is condensed into the "Regeneration Technique".

The eldest prince, who had just died from his serious injuries, miraculously recovered from his injuries, his soul returned to its place, and his wounds healed in a very short time, staging a miracle of "resurrection"!

This is a divine regeneration technique comparable to "resurrection," healing all physical injuries suffered by the recipient and treating the vast majority of soul injuries.

Moreover, when a person dies, their body is still warm, and they are actually in the final moments. Their soul has not completely left the body to enter the judgment process of heaven and hell.

Windsorbell almost relived her own path to redemption.

However, the conditions were even more favorable than when Roy saved him, and he was able to take over in time and save him.

After doing this, she withdrew her holy light and quietly disappeared.

The power of faith is vast and magnificent, bringing together the spiritual thoughts of billions of people. While most of them are anchored to the correct deity, a significant portion, for various reasons, are diverted to different anchor points.

This is precisely the source of false gods, and even evil gods!
Even the true gods may develop new divinity and new divine roles as a result!

Some theologians, after research, believe that divine power and faith arise from the exercise of authority.

This is the initial and most relatable source.

Windsorbell just performed a "miracle" in public, which was her way of fulfilling her divine duty.

Unbeknownst to many, this has already shaken the faith of many knights.

Some of them were transferred to her, while others drifted to some unknown, mysterious place, but all of them severed their connection with the past, the Holy Light Messenger, Heavenly Mountain, and the Lord of Radiance.

The second prince was struck dumb. "What was that just now?"
The Goddess of Light descended to earth and resurrected my elder brother?

He still had some faith in his heart, and he was filled with fear, regret, and even trembled uncontrollably.

"You fools! That so-called Goddess of Light is nothing but a heretic who stole the Holy Light!"

"Wake up, all of you!"

Nobillis rushed over in a fit of rage, shouting angrily.

But after impulsively speaking out, he immediately regretted it.

His words not only failed to redeem the lost masses, but also greatly shocked them, causing their faith to waver.

Even the Holy Light can be stolen?!
What... what exactly is going on?

******
Upon hearing this, Roy's lips curled up slightly.

Because he knew that faith is undefinable and undiscussable.

Some immature religions, when they are first established, may not even be very confident in themselves. They need some academic achievements to embellish their image and always like to debate the meaning of scriptures and seek so-called sacredness.

Its experience is not yet rich enough to allow believers to argue about the source of God and to explore the path from which He came.

Without exception, these religions later fell into a fate of self-doubt and self-shaking.

Because critical thinking and discussion are inherently rational and free, they conflict with authority.

What's even more crucial is that things are constantly changing and evolving; even gods can change!
The true God is neither born from a womb nor from an egg, but is born through transformation.

From the "earth" came "minerals," "forests," "harvests," and so on...

From "sky" came "hurricane", "thunder", and "

From "holy light" derives "radiance," "holiness," "punishment," and so on...

priesthood, divinity, and divine position...

Over the years, this process will be like cell division, generating more "concepts" to establish anchors, solidify faith, and transform divine power. This is why gods can manifest in countless forms!

Nobillis, as an outstanding talent unearthed by the Temple, was able to understand and accept this contradiction, thus rationally maintaining his faith.

If necessary, he could even take up magic as a side job, trying to master that knowledge.

But ordinary people cannot.

Ordinary people who suddenly witness the existence of someone "who seems to be the incarnation of the Goddess of Light" and even redeem their enemies with holy light will only feel confused.

Heretics who stole the Holy Light...

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
"That woman was a witch!"
She made a deal with the devil using evil magic, and with the devil's power, she rescued the eldest prince!
The eldest prince's soul has now fallen; otherwise, he would be a follower, vassal, or henchman of the wizard...

Kill him quickly, or he'll cause endless trouble!

At the critical moment, a pastor stepped forward from the crowd and righteously and sternly rebuked them.

Upon hearing this, Nobillis looked astonished and immediately echoed his words, "What? Is that so?"
Damn it, I was just mentally manipulated...

Lord, please forgive my foolishness and weakness; I was completely deceived!

Everyone was taken aback by what they heard, then suddenly realized that they had found a logic that could convince themselves.

Because in the scriptures, the devil is also quite powerful, a force strong enough to rival God.

Humanity needs the protection of benevolent gods to avoid being harmed by demons.

"She's quite the actress!"

Roy snorted coldly.

The eldest prince was still in a daze when he suddenly felt waves of hostility coming towards him, and he was so frightened that he ran away as fast as he could.

The horse he was riding had already been killed in the fierce battle just now.

The personal guards were also almost entirely wiped out.

Fortunately, he still had the foundation of a high-level knight, and he ran with the speed of a whirlwind, covering several hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

"Come on!"

The group chased after them.

In the sky, Roy, Symarco, Nobillis, and the others caught up instantly.

In an instant, the eldest prince stirred up trouble, and the scene became chaotic again.

At this moment, Roy displayed all the strength that a mature, high-level wizard should possess, easily killing the few great knights closest to him.

They were also angels who descended to earth, and after performing a divine descent, they possessed a pair of wings of light.

As the lightsaber struck, Roy was enveloped in a magic diamond, making him invulnerable.

With a flick of his wrist, golden light burst forth, and he used the "Midas touch" to turn them one by one into golden statues.

The others had to temporarily divert their attention and attack him together.

Roy chuckled, took out a golden mask, and promptly put it on.

This is the newly forged "face of God".

This entity, sharing the same name as the long-studied transformation spell, carries fragments of divine essence from the realm of holy light.

The power it possesses, theoretically speaking, should originate from the same source as the "Emperor of the Mortal Realms," the Lightbringer, Harry Leot.

As the golden mask covered his face, the gem between his brows suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light outlined mysterious patterns on his face.

A blinding golden light shot into the sky, and Roy's figure gradually blurred within the pillar of light.

When the intense light subsided, the figure standing in the same spot was now a hazy figure completely enveloped in a golden halo, with long, silvery-white hair moving without wind behind him.

"what……"

Nobillis suddenly covered his eyes, blood seeping from between his fingers.

Many other Templar Knights reacted in the same way.

Centered on Roy, concentric golden ripples spread outwards in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the ground seemed to freeze into crystalline ice crystals, like a sanctified virtual space, constructing a sacred scene resembling the boundless starry sky beneath a heavenly mountain.

Countless feathers of light began to float in the air, falling like rain, and a sacred aria resounded from nowhere, as if thousands of souls were singing.

The singing was heavy and slow, like the sky pressing down, solemn yet oppressive.

Everyone felt their hearts clench, as if a megalophobe had seen a massive celestial body looming over them, and even their breathing seemed to stop.

That sacred, illusory, yet mechanically ruthless atmosphere made one feel disoriented, as if witnessing a ethereal heaven descending to earth.

Sylmarko endured the burning pain in his eyes and, through the hazy illusions, saw two pairs of wings of light slowly unfolding behind Roy. He suddenly remembered the records of "divine descent" in the ancient scroll.

"When a mortal body carries a sacred soul, all matter around it will fall into a state of sanctified illusion..."

The world will spontaneously reject such existence, and thus all things in heaven and earth will manifest strange phenomena.

Did he use a "divine intervention" technique?
Otherwise, how could it possess such a terrifying aura?

Because he didn't harbor much hostility, he wasn't "blinded," but he was still quite shocked as a result.

In particular, a moment of hesitation made him almost believe that Roy was a pawn secretly planted by the Temple beside him.

Roy's soul and the spiritual power derived from it are too strong and of too high a status.

This is something that no living being on earth should have at all.

But soon, Symarko realized: "That's not right!"
The temple would not, and need not, place pieces of this caliber.

This is the power he himself has mastered.

Over the years, he secretly stole the holy light and mastered this divine power.

Then, secretly forging a demigod artifact, he used the "Face of God" technique to mimic the descent of the Holy Light!

As a high-level spellcaster, his knowledge was astonishing, and he quickly understood the cause and effect.

What followed was even greater shock and admiration, along with a slight bitterness and disappointment.

No, when did you secretly prepare this?

You didn't call me when you tried to get divine power? Are you even human?

******
While Symarko was still able to keep his mind, everyone else, whether hostile or not, was completely frozen in place.

Time and space seemed to stand still at that moment.

But Roy started moving.

He manifested as a four-winged angel, displaying a sacred and magnificent power, and with a single reach, he grasped a giant lightsaber out of thin air.

The holy light that stretched across the heavens and earth transformed into a terrifying sword shadow, slicing through Nobilis's body.

Before Nobillis could react, clutching his face and screaming in agony, the four-winged angel behind him hurriedly broke free and fled into the void at breakneck speed.

But the sword light pursued, and the ripples it stirred up seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

The next instant, the light waves exploded, creating bursts of spray.

The four-winged angel's body was struck and instantly cut in two.

"Heavens...angels..."

"He was beheaded?"

Syrmac was stunned.

"This attack power... is pretty strong!"

Although, due to our shared origin, my "face of a god" is an imitation of the holy light source power of the Heavenly Mountain lineage...

The added limitations of physical space, along with the reduction of damage from souls of the same attribute, result in a very limited actual effect.

But it still severely injured Him!

If it were an undead creature, or a demon, devil...

It might even be reduced to ashes on the spot!

Roy quietly estimated and weighed the options.

The face of God is actually a mimicry form that contains the ultimate transformation.

He has now switched to the bio-template of the Holy Lightbringer, which is equivalent to the Holy Spirit descending from the outer plane!

In a flash, the angel swiftly fused the severed body back together, as if it were water.

His figure appeared slow but was actually fast, traversing the void and dimensional barriers, trying to cross the sea of ​​stars and escape back to the Heavenly Mountain in the upper plane.

From a mortal's perspective, it appears to be flying slowly in the air, only the figure is becoming increasingly faint.

But at that moment, the sky above the capital, which had just begun to dawn, turned back into a dark scene with the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Nightmares haunted her, smoke and clouds shifted, and her jet-black hair transformed into a giant crescent moon, its color a mixture of gold and silver.

Apache ban activated!
Roy's figure was sanctified, and it also flickered faintly.

Like an innate instinct, he unleashed the power of the Soul-Binding Rope, just as he had done in the past when he was searching for Windsorbell's soul.

The severely wounded soul was instantly frozen in place, and the blurry figure of light revealed a mixture of astonishment and anger.

He turned around and said angrily, "Mortal, you've gone too far!"

It's not that I'm being unreasonable, but I also want to consider things carefully...

Just how strong am I right now?

Besides, the most decisive factor in this world, the Holy Light Messenger "Harry Leot", has not yet truly made his appearance.

Since I dared to wear the "Face of God" here and openly display power that is of the same origin as His, it was to lure Him to descend and transfer a portion of my soul power to the material world...

Commonly known as "luring them down to kill them"!
To truly end the conflicts in this world!
In that case, killing one of his angels is nothing.

Seeing Roy remain silent, the four-winged angel assumed he was intimidated and hurriedly said, "I don't know what power you used to steal the faith of this world, but such arrogance and desecration of the holy light will surely lead to a bad end!"
Unless, you join us...

"Since you can wield this power, perhaps you'll receive the Lord of Light's grace and be granted a world!"

This is an attempt to recruit and convert enemy generals into one's own forces.

In the context of mysticism and religious systems, the concept of "angel" is not limited to the traditional Heavenly Mountain and the Holy Light camp, but rather incorporates elements from various cultures and pagan beliefs.

The angelic system can be extended to a wider range of "divine beings" or "spiritual entities," and even connect with other mythological deities, elemental spirits, or higher-level energy beings.

But in response, Roy tightened the rope in his hands.

The four-winged angel was horrified to discover that the soul he had descended to this world could not escape.

A full 3000 degrees of spiritual essence was stripped away, forcibly pulled out of the original body.

"No!"

As the soul re-condensed, transforming into a ball of light and falling into Roy's hand, a gigantic eyeball, resembling a mountain, appeared in the air.

It was an image with a giant eyeball and two pairs of wings, surrounded by bands of light. Eyes blinked out of thin air, with hideous bloodshot veins, staring intently at the spiritual entity that had fallen into Roy's hands.

He felt that the power projected onto the mortal world had been completely and permanently stripped away!
A soul slice of 3000 degrees!

It was plundered by this wretched creature of the earth!

The giant eyeball-like figure expanded further, as if an inflating balloon, about to explode with rage.

In reality, they wanted to get closer to the world and reclaim that soul.

But the next moment, it was as if they had bumped into something.

A tremendous amount of energy surged in the air, causing the heavens and earth to roar and thunder to rumble.

The world's will of Agris, the celestial spirits floating in the sea of ​​stars...

They instinctively resisted!

The enormous eyeball felt a burning pain, and reluctantly faded away and disappeared.

All that remained was a thunderous roar: "I'll remember you... mortal!"
When you finally step out into the starry sky...

Just you wait!

"Incompetent rage!"

Roy scoffed, unconcerned.

Throughout his life, he truly had a powerful motherland and an eighth-level civilization, with the Wizarding World of Vizel backing him up!
Vizel plunders, colonizes, and slaughters gods!
It was thanks to the support of an eighth-level Grand Wizard that the seven Wizard Towers gradually developed Grand Wizards of various ranks, ranging from fourth to seventh level.

They divided the starry void into multiple tiers, each guarded by a different level of grand wizards, like protecting a country's borders and preventing external enemies from annihilating them.

If you're outmatched in a contest between equals, that's one thing...

In any battle, death and injury are inevitable.

But what if we allow the God-King or other top experts to indiscriminately slaughter newly promoted Grand Wizards?

Should Wezier continue to develop?
Furthermore, that angel from earlier, in its true form on Paradise Mountain, was at most level five, and it was an angel template, not a god template!
Roy was already aware of this.

When they looked back, they found that everyone below was completely terrified.

The Templar Knights, who were originally adorned with angelic wings, scattered like birds and beasts, withdrawing from their "angelic descent" state.

Their true forms may have four levels, but in the material world, they are subject to the laws of planes, and it is not as simple as a projection being down one level.

Even the four-winged angel had its soul stolen by Roy; if they stayed, they would only be courting death.

One by one, they hurriedly fled, wounded as they were.

On the spot, a large group of blind, bleeding, and delirious priests and Templars stood bewildered in the wind.

The second prince was completely distraught, standing frozen in place like a statue.

"Eek...hehe!"

Suddenly, he clapped his hands and praised it.

"You run so fast!"

(End of this chapter)