The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

Just as Yonivo had guessed, Mok had already put the redevelopment of the "Alchemy Engine" on the agenda.

With the help of Dark, the arcane artificer from Starmock... the progress is truly astounding.

"Long time no see... Busy man, Yunev?" Dark's voice carried a hint of teasing, like banter between old friends. "You've come at the perfect time. Since we parted ways in Starmoke... you've certainly brought quite a few surprises."

Behind him stood a shy young man whom Yonivore did not know at all. He was wearing a pair of crystal glasses and was half asleep, looking like he hadn't had enough sleep.

"This is Speer, my best friend," he patted the young man behind him on the shoulder and continued, "This kid... is a madman whom other old fogies call a 'war criminal.' As soon as he heard about a device that could enhance killing machines, he came here overnight with his luggage."

The young man bowed politely to Yune, his smile impeccably kind, but when his gaze fell upon the unfinished prototype of the alchemical turbine engine…

The rapid breathing and trembling body were unmistakable, just like those magic apprentices who drank the Eunice Potion for the first time—they were going wild!

"Interesting logic. If we adjust this set of gears a bit more, and add a stabilizing spray..." His hand holding the small screw trembled slightly, making him seem somewhat incoherent. "My God, this is the 'meat grinder amplifier' I've been looking for..."

"Watching the white-robed man die in the millstone, his flesh and blood ground into mud bit by bit... and that utter, heart-wrenching wail..."

Yunefu's brow twitched suddenly. Whose god of death has been reincarnated?

Luckily, this person is my teammate, otherwise it would have been a disaster...

Just as everyone was discussing this heatedly, the short, fat ratman hurriedly burst through the door!

"Lin, Lin has been caught!" The glue that Lao Liu had applied to the side of his nose to hold his monocle in place hadn't even dried yet, and the rat was shaking violently.

Yonivore pinched a white mark on his cheek.

"That guy who values ​​his life more than anyone else!" The short, fat rat-man stammered, "It...it was injured, and before it was even fully healed, it quietly jumped off the bed and scurried back to the intelligence liaison point on the surface!"

"Tell me slowly..." Yunevo began.

"There's a crucial defense deployment map sent by Seth... Lin thinks that no rat could do that job except for Seth."

Lin Tai wanted to prove himself to be a competent emperor... but the ground was filled with church members who were furious after being beaten.

For three days, the "sound resonance box" continuously emitted messages that pierced the hearts of the creatures of the "roots".

At first, there were only the cracking sounds of bones breaking and snapping, mixed with the emotionless questioning of the interrogators.

Finally, it was Linna's hoarse voice that said, "Yonev said... The emperor guards the nation's gates, the monarch dies for the state..."

Uriel slapped the lame ratman so hard he turned his head to the side, then plunged an awl into the nearly lifeless head of Lin, attempting to "mark" the entire underground area by following its soul's memories.

But, at the last moment...

The lame ratman who dreamed of becoming emperor completed his "coronation ceremony," and in full view of everyone... he used the crudest "primordial collapse" to shatter his own soul!

"Lin, the great Lin... could he be considered a great emperor?" The wind carried away its last murmur, leaving only a shell illuminated by the sunlight outside the window in the cold interrogation room.

On the execution rack in front of the Cathedral of Holy Light, there was a bloody, charred remains, the species of which was unrecognizable.

Uriel went so far as to order it to be hung on the city wall of the south gate of Hart, under the guise of…

To deter heretics.

The moment the news reached the underworld, all living beings who had been smiling at the successful mass production of the water purifiers felt...

It felt like falling into a freezing cave.

But what followed was... an overwhelming rage!

The second multilateral meeting took place in this suffocating atmosphere in front of Yu Lin's "castle".

The "品"-shaped pipe structure was mostly empty. In the lower right corner, in the newly renovated pipe, Lin's younger brother huddled in a pile of yellowish cotton, staring blankly at the "big shots" sitting around the doorway...

"Where's my brother...? Didn't he come back with you?" The mouse-man's complexion had improved a lot, with only a slight trace of poisoning remaining.

The sixth man trembled, not daring to reply, and desperately shielded the storage jar he was holding in his arms. Inside the jar was a glass ball shattered into several pieces—a relic that Nehta had risked his life to retrieve after infiltrating the explosion site.

"Oh dear, it also told us before..." The short, fat rat-man sniffed, lowering its voice to make sure Lin's brother couldn't hear, "that it was going to promote us to Minister of Finance..."

During the Great Purge, Lin dragged it into a drainpipe, stuffed a handful of nuts into its mouth, and muttered under his breath, "When Lin has saved enough money, or when you've made enough... we'll take the brothers and live it up, becoming a tyrannical emperor and his ministers!"

At that time, Lin's legs were still intact.

Wave remained silent, recalling the gold coins that would occasionally pop out of the vents back then...

"Don't disrespect the great Lin by accepting the 'salary' given by the emperor!" Then several wires extended from the ventilation duct, wrapped around the smallest rotting fish, and pulled...

Then the thumping sound from the ventilation ducts faded into the distance, and the frogmen left before they could bring over a few larger and fresher rotten fish.

Not only that, Moke also aimlessly wiped the crystal glasses in his arms, recalling the limping figure who could always pull out a few intact flasks or pure minerals from his tattered cloak.

Looking back now, it's really...

Somewhat majestic.

"Yonev..." Nehta's right eye was wrapped in bandages, but his fierce gaze was not concealed at all. "The war must be fought."

"I want the frogmen to go home," Wave echoed, glancing at Moke beside him.

"I hope that the truth will no longer be obscured by the holy light..." the latter said slowly.

The black-robed alchemist looked in all directions, towards those once humble beings who now had nowhere left to retreat.

"Roots, like wildfire, cannot be extinguished; they spring back to life with the spring breeze..." He walked step by step toward the "luxury castle" that carried Lin's dreams, his palm resting on the cold iron sheet.

"The wind is picking up, though it's blowing a bit into my eyes..."

"But enough to blow the holy light, reduced to ashes, before its eyes," Yunev turned to look at Dark and Spel.

"The faster the engine progresses, the better. In the time to come... I will do everything I can to help you." He looked at the waves, at Nehta, at Old Six... and at the leaders of each underground faction.

"Please, everyone, we have to win."

At this moment, under the hatred forged in blood... all barriers and scheming are cast aside.

Only one war machine remained, its engine running, slowly emitting its own roar.