The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

"Wave, lead the team to retreat. I reckon they're going to go crazy for a while!" Yunefu's voice was transmitted directly to the frogman leader's ears through the vibration.

The latter turned around, looked at the team that was missing a few members, and silently increased the speed of his paddling.

"Two people died..."

Nehta looked at the two frogman corpses floating on the water, jumped down from the beam, and then turned to look at the other two paladins who were either unconscious or dead... He raised his crossbow and pulled the trigger.

"Is the west side really alright?" The Ratman Ranger's voice came back to Yunevo's ears through the communication crystal.

The black-robed alchemist stood with his arms crossed, looking at the numerous fake traps before him, feeling his heart and the [Unquenchable Sand] pounding violently with "excitement." After a long while, he finally replied, "It's alright, Seth is still interfering with this path."

The holy man he mentioned held a compass in his left hand and remained silent... while a pastor named Hui Jie next to him was pointing and gesturing to the believers behind him.

"How dare you question Lord Seth's decisions? Hmph, forcibly dismantling the trap?" Pastor Huijie sneered. "Don't you know... some of the pipes here connect to the water plant in the upper district?"

"If the church's water supply is affected because of the 'forced demolition trap,' or even Lord Uriel's plans..." He didn't finish his sentence.

But the mere mention of the name "Uriel" was enough to silence those paladins.

Seth also gave a cold glance to the paladin who had first proposed the "forced demolition" suggestion before continuing to focus on the compass in his hand—and the subtle vibrations beneath it that only he could perceive.

Earlier, Lin had sent him a special method of communication—according to Younevo, it was called "Morse code," a means of silent communication based on different combinations of long and short frequencies.

The lame mouse ran away after delivering the message, and nobody knows where it went...

"Great children of the forest... take your positions," Lin's limbs wrapped around the thin pipes, no thicker than an arm, and like a cockroach scurrying about, he swiftly relayed the "summoning order" to all corners of the pipe network.

To be precise... what he did was not just "summoning", but more like "planning". He was transforming the entire western area into a huge "sound resonance box" based on the "alchemy" principle provided by Yonivo.

This "box" has a particularly peculiar function—it can detect any footsteps of Seth's group of cultists, even the sound of armor rubbing together, and even the muffled breathing inside the armor...

Of course, its transmission is bidirectional.

Seth also knows when to let the team avoid those "deeply buried but useless" traps, and even coordinate with Yunevo to create an eerie feeling of "standing still".

"Yonev, Lin got it done!" The lame ratman arrived at the direct connection between "Root" and the western pipe. He looked at his sleeping brother under his "castle" through several walls before activating the communication crystal.

The black-robed alchemist nodded, handed over the subsequent arrangements to Seth, and then rushed off to the pipes at the No. 3 repair well.

"Nichta, switch!"

The Ratman Ranger responded, jumped and hugged a pipe overhead, and then flew towards the western pipe as if it were glued to it.

Even though Marty's team had already approached the entrance to "Roots" by this time, everyone in the team was already out of breath - both mentally and physically exhausted!

"Huff... Damn it..." The bald leader, panting heavily, looked at the approaching light and cursed under his breath, "I'm going to kill you all."

He took out a specially made toxin for demi-humans from his storage pouch, flicked off the cap with a finger, and was about to use the [Wind Breath Technique] to spread the toxin widely...

A sandstorm rose from the ground before his magic could arrive!

"Where the hell did this yellow sand come from?!" Marty yelled, trying to swat away the "golden beetles" that were gnawing at his flesh.

"Lord Marty!" His second-in-command, disregarding everything else, hurriedly set up the [Holy Light Barrier] at the pipe opening, attempting to block the eerie yellow sand. "Shield Guard, heed my command, come and reinforce the [Holy Light Barrier]!"

"Priest, behind our shields... use Holy Light Burst on this damned dungeon!"

【Holy Light Burst】is a unique fifth-tier combat skill of the Church. Its destructive power increases with the number of casters, and it can also be used as…

Precisely kill every living being within the "root".

"Ha, Yunevo... I know it's you," Marty had barely recovered, though black blood was still gushing from his wound. "You can protect yourself, but can you protect all the creatures underground?"

He held one hand out to the side, channeling his immense magical power into [Holy Light Burst]...

The narrow and dark "roots" were gradually being filled with scorching and deadly light!

"You know it's me...that makes things easier," Yunevo's voice came from behind the church. "If you were to stop casting your spells now, I wouldn't even need to lift a finger...you would just collapse from exhaustion right here."

"Damn it! When did you get behind us..." Marty turned his head with red eyes, but just as the black-robed alchemist had said, he didn't dare to pull his hand back at all.

As a Templar Knight about to be promoted to Holy Prayer, he naturally possessed considerable strength...

But he couldn't stop the yellow sand, full of curses and toxins, from coursing through his veins, turning him into a useless piece of trash just like the other members of his squad!

The black-robed alchemist strolled leisurely, while the "Head Flick" he was about to unleash was already covering the [Slam].

With the significant attack power boost provided by [Unfinished Ambition], he dared not recklessly throw a few punches on the ground, so he had no choice but to settle for second best.

Knock, knock...

His knuckles struck a paladin on the head, producing a dull metallic sound.

This incredibly simple action caused the latter's body to tremble violently, as if he were naked in the cold wind—the true feeling of "death" had arrived.

Snapped!

The middle finger, poised to strike, produced a sonic boom similar to that of a whip being swung!

There's now a headless horseman.

"Damn it, you beast!" Marty roared, but could only watch helplessly as one after another of his companions "lost their minds," and this silent death... seemed to have instilled fear in the bald leader as well.

Then came his deputy, who died before his eyes—pierced through the chest by a single blow from Yonivo, his heart fragments and blood spraying straight onto Matti's face.

It was his turn last...

Repair well No. 3, blood everywhere.