The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

What does despair feel like?

Barthos must know this better than anyone at this moment.

The once invincible elite squad was utterly crushed by a single insect, not to mention that the reinforcements sent by Hart City were of high quality rather than large numbers, which barely achieved a strange balance...

With each howl, one worm dies, and the giant insect barely manages to sustain one or two more wounds.

Even though Bassos was full of passion, the helplessness he felt watching his colleagues die tragically inevitably dampened his spirits.

The halberd in his hand grew heavier and heavier, or rather, his fighting spirit was about to dissipate completely...

At this moment, two elite warriors on the verge of death struggled to wake up from their coma, dragging blood and their missing limbs as they continued to wriggle toward Bassos.

"Lord Bassos..."

"We are afraid we will fail to live up to God's expectations."

"But you, you are still alive, you can carry our loyalty..."

"Keep going."

A sacred platinum-gold light suddenly exploded on their utterly wrecked bodies!

【Self-sacrifice】is also a secret technique of the church, in which the caster sacrifices all their talents and transfers all their power reserves to the recipient.

Bassos's hands trembled as he witnessed the two elite warriors vanish into thin air, and he personally felt the gentle power within his body that did not belong to him.

Silence speaks louder than words.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he took a deep breath and charged at the giant insect again!

The golden armor shattered on the ground, and insect blood splattered everywhere. The angry roars of humans at this moment even drowned out the sharp cries of the giant insects!

But the thing underground really couldn't wait any longer.

A pair of incredibly sharp pincers pierced through the ominous cocoon that enveloped it from the inside!

The monster did not arrive at the battlefield immediately. Instead, it turned its head, dripping with corrosive saliva, toward its "brother" that was still gestating and hatching in the cocoon, and pounced on it with its gaping maw.

Snap... Snap...

This unusual commotion, which didn't belong to a giant insect, sent chills down the spines of everyone on the battlefield!

will die!

Bassos's battle instincts made him suddenly burst into retreat. Only then did he have a chance to catch his breath. Leaning on his halberd, he struggled to support his swaying body, looked down at his numerous wounds, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with saliva.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his head...

boom--!

The towering scorpion tail pierced through the giant insect's abdomen, tearing right through the stone shell!

Then it emerged from the pit...

It was a pair of arms, knight's arms made of twisted magic runes and bits of flesh.

Then there was the helmet shaped like a giant dragon's head, made of stark white bones—this was clearly a "Holy Remains" that had become even more demonized!

Its lower body was then revealed—it was a spinal scorpion with nearly a hundred pairs of compound eyes and a dark purple carapace!

"My God above, what is this...?" Bassos's voice was a little dry.

The intensely disorienting demon caused Yunefu to pause for a moment, or perhaps it was the unique "oppression" emanating from the demonic scorpion that made the black-robed alchemist stop in his tracks!

"It's draining the source of magic..." Yunefu pursed his lips, feeling most of his organs begin to weaken, and for the first time felt that the situation was out of his control.

But he still instinctively shielded Iseria, muttering, "Thankfully, the Unquenchable Sands of Fire still have their power."

"Yonev!" Iseria said anxiously, "The little ethers haven't been affected much, I'm fine!"

"No... We must cooperate. This is no longer something that can be solved by me offering advice and you providing the effort," the black-robed alchemist interrupted, frowning.

"And those people in white robes?" Iseria asked, somewhat surprised, then pressed, "Then... is there anything I can do to help?"

Yunevo waved his hand and walked into the sandstorm.

"Hey, do you want to live?"

Confusion, anger, despair, and bloodlust all turned toward the source of the sound, toward the black-robed alchemist.

Cooperate with that alchemist who is wanted by the authorities as their mortal enemy?

Before the cultists could react, a rain of crimson and purple blood obscured their vision, among which were the dried-up fragments of the giant stone-shelled worm, which had been completely devoured...

The Scorpio, having eaten and drunk its fill, felt it was time for some "dessert."

Then it moved, its massive body bursting with a speed that was completely out of its ordinary size. A cloud of dust rose up, and the monster even sank its upper "human torso" into the sand!

"Colleagues, focus!" Bassos shouted.

But this empty shout won't revive much morale; what these people waiting to die need now is absolute hope of survival.

boom!

The scorpion's tail nimbly coiled around a cultist, dragging him alive under the sand to be devoured. His agonizing screams, muffled by the sand, eventually sank beneath the yellow sand.

"It's over, it's all over..." An elite soldier, his face ashen, suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Get up... comrade, stand up!" Bassos grabbed the man, barely dodging the scorpion's attack. "Have you all forgotten the teachings of my god?!"

This scorpion is incredibly cunning, giving you absolutely no chance to fight back. You can't stop it or catch it!

To those clinging cultists, even the black-robed alchemist was far better than this hot-blooded lunatic…

At least they have indeed made quite a few amazing moves and plans.

Either way, death is inevitable, but once a "feasible" hope arises, it becomes as unstoppable as a drowning person desperately clinging to any "helping hand" offered to them.

The first voice came from Seth's group, and with the tacit approval of the holy man, a cultist with a missing leg lowered his head.

As Seth said, only the living will receive the reward they deserve. Uriel only cares about the result, not the process... If the plan for the Holy Relics fails, then all of them will still only have the path of "death".

"Alchemist..."

A slight smile curved at the corners of Yonivo's lips.

The person who takes the lead is the first domino to fall, and without any further guidance, a domino effect can be triggered.

Moreover, Seth had given the order: "Squad, listen to that black-robed alchemist. If Uriel holds you accountable, I will take full responsibility for you. After all... he only cares about the outcome."

"Seth, you!" Bassos' eyes widened in anger, but the words caught in his throat—he saw the figures in his own ranks staggering toward Yunevo.

They turned back and looked at Bassos in silence, their gazes more suffocating than any words.

Bassos fell silent. Even though his halberd had fallen to the ground, he couldn't pick it up immediately. He sighed, looked at his comrades who had risked their lives for him, and finally gave in.

"Alchemist... Alchemist, please."