The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

It's too quiet.

Yunefu felt that his black robe was a little damp. The robe had been soaked with blood during the killing just now, and it clung to his skin along with his undergarments, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Beside him, the short, fat ratman Lao Liu, still wearing his plate armor, tried to brush the wide-open eyes of a ratman corpse, his tail emerging from the gaps in the armor and slapping heavily onto the blood-red puddle on the ground, once... twice.

"Oh dear... my rat brothers, we, we'll hang those white-robed heads on the rat nest," it took a deep breath and tried again to brush the eyes of the rat-man corpse.

Wave walked past them, carrying dozens of broken iron spikes in his arms. He neatly stacked the spikes in front of a small pool of water purified by a "water purification device".

Yunefu pinched his cheek, as if he had not yet recovered from the aftermath of the fierce battle.

The frogman warriors, with deadly poison in their mouths, fought fearlessly against the paladins and priests, not to mention the ratman warriors who used their bodies to block the gaps in the pipes, just to create a favorable environment.

In a war where the two sides were extremely unequal in strength, achieving a one-to-one casualty ratio should have been something to celebrate.

However, Yunevo sighed, and the feeling that had bound him in Zelharan erupted from his heart once more at this moment.

mission.

These overused, sentimental phrases made his chest feel tight.

All he knew was that he couldn't lose... In this precarious counterattack, if he fell, everything would just become a trivial "purge record" on the church's record sheet.

"Iseria, I'd like to trouble you," Yunevo said softly, staring at the blank ceiling. "Go find Mok and tell him to meet me at the apothecary in an hour."

The girl with beige hair nodded and jogged away.

Then, the black-robed alchemist walked to the wave that stood silently in front of the pure pool and gently patted its shoulder.

"wave……"

“I know, alchemist,” the frogman leader’s bone and tooth necklace swayed as he turned his head, “I know why you’ve come to me.”

"Once the war begins... how can it end so easily?"

It wanted to reach out and scoop up a handful of water, sprinkle it on the ground, and use the frogman's ritual to commemorate its fallen companions.

But when Wave saw his webbed hands stained with mud and blood, he shook his head slightly and gave up the idea, continuing, "You're right. Our life-and-death struggle now is so that our descendants won't have to go through this again."

The frogman grinned widely, then changed the subject, "Do you know what Elder Lang saw that day?"

"It saw the whole process of a frogman baby being born in clear water and said with a smile that it had no regrets in this life," Wave said. "He emphasized to me many times that you are a great person, so this battle must continue."

"Even if you don't say it, I will continue to gather the remaining frogmen and fight alongside you to take back 'Azure Bay'..."

Yunevo opened his mouth, but after a long while, he managed to utter a sentence: "Meet me at the apothecary in an hour."

The black-robed alchemist then went to find the sixth brother, who was covered in iron plate armor and looked like a drowning rat, and to Nehta, who was wiping his crossbow. He received the same answer as always.

……

In that rudimentary pharmacy, forged from iron plates, the first tripartite meeting in the history of "Root" officially began.

A few dim kerosene lamps pressed down on the tablecloth on the wooden table, and several decision-makers sat in shaky, creaking chairs, their eyes extremely tired.

"Time... is not enough for us," Yonivo spoke first, "and the cooperation of the three of us alone is probably not enough to win the tough battle ahead."

"Once Uriel manages to tie down our top combat forces..." He frowned slightly and took out an intelligence map from behind him, which was filled with information about the distribution of underground races.

"We need to unite all forces that can be united."

"I'll leave the lobbying to you all... I'll handle those troublemakers," Yoniv pulled up his black hood. "Any other questions?"

The group looked at each other and shook their heads.

This black-robed alchemist didn't have the patience to be a "simp" to those forces that remained "ambiguous" or directly rejected him.

He arrived at a deep pit, a small settlement of a more "radical" race within the "Roots," and leaped into it!

Grayscale Cave... the home of a group of lizardmen who drink and soak in strong acid.

The moment Yunevo stepped into the lair, dozens of poisoned bone spears were simultaneously pressed against his throat!

The black-robed alchemist remained indifferent. Although [Unfinished Will] had greatly weakened [Oak Skin]'s defensive capabilities, it was still not something that a few blunt spears could easily damage.

"Humans, get out... Isn't it enough that you stole our former territory?!" the lizardman leader hissed in a low voice.

boom--!

The response was a powerful blow that slammed into the supporting stone pillar!

The entire sturdy nest began to shake violently, and fine sand and gravel fell down, covering the somewhat bewildered expressions of the lizardmen.

"Listen," Yunevo patted his pouch, revealing an empty vial inside, "I can provide you with anti-acid potions, or I can turn you into potions."

He fell silent, silently gathering the power of his [Strike], his gaze sweeping over the entire Gray Scale Cave, as if pondering where to begin dismantling the place.

"We... give up," the lizardman leader had never seen such a "punishment followed by a reward" tactic before, and had no choice but to lower his head and hand over the insignia of his leadership.

"Go to Main Road Three and help the ratmen build new fortifications," Yunevo said as he turned to leave, leaving behind a casual remark. "You'd better not think about anything else; this underground is full of my 'eyes'."

Next are the mushroom people, who live as indigenous people in a "fungus forest," and the winged people who live in large exhaust chambers.

Although the mushroom people cannot stray too far from the "fungus forest," the aggressive spore clouds that adults can produce are enough for Yunevo to use as a reason to recruit them.

The Chiropterans are masters of night raids, making them ideal for a blitzkrieg against the church...

And then there are all those miscellaneous races... Yunevo's methods of incorporating them are all similar: using absolute power capable of destroying a territory to intimidate them, and then adding "redemption" through alchemy.

He truly felt that "Root" couldn't wait any longer...