Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 214 Alchemist

"Stop...!" As those characteristics gradually seeped out, Fabuti's consciousness became increasingly clear.

"Awake?" Truman did not immediately release Fabti from his restraints, but instead used "Imagination" again.

He "pacified" and "psychologically treated" Fabti, gradually stabilizing his out-of-control mind. Of course, as the one in charge of "daydreams," he inevitably had to make some minor modifications.

For example, reducing Fabti's resistance to guarding the abyss.

"After I leave, you will wake up and continue to guard the abyss." Truman planted these words in Fabti's heart.

Truman then turned his attention back to the dazzling stars in the illusory starry sky.

Without the support of Fabuti, this "abyss," these forces became like water without roots, unable to withstand the Dream Sea.

"Collect!" Truman looked at the countless "Abyss" pathways in the void and sent them directly into Gensokyo.

The "Abyss" pathway is too sinister; the outflow of a large number of its properties will inevitably add instability to the entire world.

Truman then thoroughly cleaned the Abyss, reinforcing the seal of the gray-white mist on the "Shadow World".

This immediately reversed the progress of the "Mother Tree of Desire" in eroding the abyss, setting it back more than a thousand years.

That was when Sasriel resealed Fabuti, which also consumed the power of the "Mother Tree of Desire," equivalent to clearing the abyss once.

"That's about it." After watching for a while outside the writhing shadow, Truman left the abyss.

"Dream!" Fabuti's miserable voice echoed in the deepest part of the abyss. He had avoided the most tragic fate of being directly taken as an Outer God and having his body descended into it, but now the fate of the "prisoner" and the "jailer" was not much better.

shake!

The brilliant stars in the sky shone brightly once again.

A thousand years of effort were wiped out in one fell swoop, and He was very angry, so Fabti was very unlucky.

"Call me?" Truman listened intently but heard nothing. He then stepped on the seal that Sasriel had set up.

The "Dream" authority strengthened and reinforced the seal on Sasriel, leaving Fabuti with no chance of escaping.

Done... Truman returned directly to the surface of the abyss and saw Bethel and the others resisting the power emanating from the "Abyss".

These were just the aftermath of his battle with the "Mother Tree of Desire," so they weren't a big deal.

Truman reached out and wiped all of these things away.

"Let's go. There won't be any more problems here before the end of the world."

Truman and the other three returned to the Roselle.

"What? You want to come back to Solomon's capital with me?" Truman looked at Amon.

"If that's your intention, I won't refuse," Amon's eyes lit up.

"I won't stop Solomon from beating you when the time comes," Truman chuckled.

After the collapse of the Alliance of Gods and the gods' guard over the astral plane, Amon and Adam, these angel kings, became the strongest beings on Earth below Truman, but the restrictions they faced were by no means small.

"Hmph," Amon's expression changed instantly, "The end of the world is near, Pales won't be able to hide for much longer, and even Solomon can't protect Him."

Before he finished speaking, Amon became a phantom, disappearing without a trace along with the ghost ship in the distance.

"Pares..." Bethel was also somewhat worried.

For the past thousand years, Pales has never left the capital and has always been under the protection of the "Black Emperor".

It is for this reason that He has been able to live safely to this day without worrying about being hunted by Amon.

As the end times approach, a "Lord of Mysteries" will inevitably be born; this is the consensus of all true gods.

Even within the Dream Council, there are two who are waiting for that day.

This will engulf all three paths involved in the "Lord of Mysteries" in the storm, and Pales will not be able to escape either.

"Two hundred years left..." Truman's eyes flickered slightly.

When the true end of the world arrives, Truman's prohibition will disappear, and the true god may also have to intervene.

"We're heading back! Home!"

Russell couldn't understand the information, but he memorized it. He then returned to his position, turned the ship around, and began the return voyage.

"Before I go back, I want to become a demigod," Roselle said earnestly to Truman.

This voyage made him truly realize what he lacked, and he decided to accelerate the improvement of his own level.

"Yes, you'd better find a deserted island and hold the ceremony there."

As for the formula and auxiliary materials, Russell had already mastered them.

"Good!" Rosell's eyes deepened slightly.

Russell didn't need Truman's help; he found a deserted island in the ocean that met the requirements of the ritual.

The ritual to become an "alchemist" involves extracting life force from a certain range to complete a demigod-level "alchemy."

Such rituals will result in desertification of the soil and drying up of lakes.

Alchemists can, to a certain extent, imbue the items they create with a soul and life, and even forge a body that will not age.

This power is also reflected to some extent in its rituals.

After Russell made all the preparations, he entered the center of the deserted island, while Truman went to the deck and watched from afar.

Being a demigod is a true transformation of the essence of life; once one becomes a demigod-human being, everything about one's destiny will change.

Russell arrived at the very center of the deserted island and took out all the supplies he had prepared.

To achieve demigod-level alchemy at Sequence Five is actually a very difficult task, but thanks to the fact that he had known the corresponding formula long ago, he had been preparing for today.

In addition, the "Craftsmen's Church" has a thousand-year history of corresponding rituals, which he had examined as a chosen one of God.

Rosell brought dolls, various metals, and even materials with special properties.

Before becoming a demigod, a "craftsman" could also create living beings in an uncontrollable way.

Russell wanted to conduct the ceremony in this most complex yet most reasonable way.

Prepare the magic potion, then pour it onto the doll to activate it, infusing the doll with the spirit captured from the spirit world.

With the intuition of a "craftsman," Russell completed the entire process in half a day.

"Life Extraction!"

Roselle used a magical item from the "Cultivator" pathway to set up an altar for the final step.

At this moment, the entire island was subjected to a strange suction force.

hum!

The life force of all the plants on the island, and even the animals such as crabs, sea snakes, and seagulls, was gradually extracted and gathered into a powerful life force that was injected into the doll.

Click... The doll's head suddenly lifted, its eyes flashing with an eerie light as it looked at Rosell.

This is a creation that has begun to possess a soul and truly has the vitality of life.

At that moment, Roselle sensed something and with a flick of his wrist, he took out the "Alchemist" artifact he had obtained from Truman.

(End of this chapter)