The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

After that day, Mok's alchemy workshop was brightly lit, far exceeding the brightness of the dim magic lamps, causing many passing creatures to squint.

Yonivore twirled his charcoal pencil, pointing to a cross-section of the alchemy engine, and said, "The structure of this cycle is flawed, which can easily lead to localized stress overload and ultimately cause the structure to break."

He tore off a sheet of white paper that Dalk had brought from Stamock and began sketching on it with charcoal pencil—a sketch that had once represented progress…

Cross-sectional view of a steam engine!

"Here, the chain physical effects caused by the Gale Magic Source can be mitigated using the conversion chamber..." The black-robed alchemist pointed to a drawing pinned to the table.

"We can liquefy the magic source first, and then use the expansion force generated by its instantaneous vaporization to drive the turbine."

"Great! In that case..." Speer clapped his hands and shouted, "The overflow of energy can even serve as a secondary driving force! Great idea!"

Yonivore's expression suddenly turned strange, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

This doesn't seem much different from holding a team meeting...

Huh? What is Speer trying to do?

The smiling young man ripped open the waterproof tarpaulin behind him, revealing several grotesque steel artifacts that exuded an ominous aura.

Wow!

He pulled back the waterproof cloth that had been covering him, revealing several creations with extremely ominous shapes.

"Chainsaw... Chainsaw Sword?" Yunevo asked uncertainly.

His gaze fell on the heavy weapon, which was 1.5 meters long and had two rows of movable serrations along its edge, and then on the hilt, where a tiny pressure groove was faintly visible.

"The chainsaw sword, sampled from the jagged weeds that once cut me," Speer explained with a smile. "With your ideas as a reference... it should be able to shred the white robe at three thousand revolutions per second."

Then he picked up a tube that looked no different from an iron pipe welded together.

"I call this thing the Demon Source Cannon. If the engine can be connected to it as well, the instantaneous high pressure generated in the chamber alone can send... the gunman and the person being shot flying together."

Speer pushed up his glasses somewhat uncertainly, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "So... personally, I think it would be better to stuff some stable explosive projectiles in here."

"Grenade..." Yunevo muttered the relatively unfamiliar word, pinching his cheek.

In this way, these items can indeed improve the average combat strength of the "Root" side.

"What about mass production?"

"That kid owns a foundry, the semi-automatic kind," Nehta said as he walked over carrying a bundle of high-strength copper pipes, chewing on nuts.

"As for how I knew..." He carefully placed the copper tube to one side and patted his empty wallet.

"Investment? Without Lao Liu?" Yunefu raised an eyebrow, looking at the ratman ranger with amusement. "You two's relationship..."

"Go away, go away, it's not diluted at all!" Nehta shook her hand, quickly catching an alchemist who almost fell into the molten copper. "You... how long has it been since you rested!?"

"Only two days," Yunevo waved his hand and began discussing with Mok the alchemical skills of the remaining members of the elite alchemist remnant.

"At present, some theories do not require a thorough understanding; as long as you can use them and make something, that's enough."

The black-robed alchemist put down his carving knife and began carving incredibly detailed runes on the "etching plate" beside him.

When disassembling the redundant and complex alchemy engine, Yonivo brought in terms like "modularization," which were novel to the world at large.

In the blink of an eye, the alchemical engine had taken shape, and with the injection of a wisp of activation magic source, it was emitting a dull and low-frequency tremor!

And the "roots" were officially established in the "chaotic alleyways"...

It has been transformed into a completely orderly "war fortress"!

Under Lao Liu's operation of the trade route that led directly from Morse to the "root"...

The rats carried sturdy boards and built impregnable fortifications at various transportation routes. Upon closer inspection, each rat's face was extremely serious, as if it were ready to go into battle at any moment!

Thanks to the full operation of the water purification system, many frogmen in the "Great Swamp" have regained their former physical fitness and stand ramrod straight on the training ground, holding a harpoon gun that can be fired!

Iron filings flew, and white robes billowed in the air!

Their eyes were frighteningly red!

An intense sense of impending doom is silently erupting towards the dazzling world of holy light on the surface of the earth!

……

"Three days have passed," Yunefu said, stepping on a piece of iron scaffolding, his boots striking the iron plates with a crisp sound.

Dark wiped the black grease off his face and said in a hoarse voice, "After the spindle was installed... the engine passed all the tests smoothly."

"Thank you for your hard work. How's the miniaturization of the Alchemy Engine going...?" Yunev handed a yellowed white handkerchief to Dark.

"Everything is going smoothly. It's already compatible with Spel's chainsaw sword and the magic source cannon. As for the version you personally worked on..." Dark pulled out a square black and gold storage box and handed it over.

The black-robed alchemist readily accepted it, then wiped the dust off the badge on his chest.

When he left Starmock, the old headmaster said to him...

The spread of truth requires a spark.

Yunevo pinched his cheek and looked at the lecturer badge pinned to his chest, which was now covered in dust.

And he finally held this spark in his palm...

Click, click.

The blood that had been drained finally made the gears turn.

Boom!

A bright blue-purple bolt of lightning flashed across the core of the alchemy engine!

And the storage jar containing shattered glass beads, quietly placed beside the "castle"...

At this moment, a different kind of color is also flowing through it!

The deafening roar of the engine even made the reinforced "roots" tremble, stirring the surging emotions of every living being!

At that moment, a crisp sound of footsteps echoed in Yonivore's ears.

Iserlia, holding the last ether prism, walked to his side and asked softly, "Shouldn't we go set off fireworks?"

The black-robed alchemist nodded, grasped Iseria's wrist, and placed the sky-blue, translucent crystal into the engine's expansion slot!

Sizzle—!

This spreading, invisible wave caused almost every living being lined up there to stumble and fall!

And all the underground magic source lights seemed to be activated together, turning into a chilling, dark blue!

Every living being straightened up once more, their heads bowed, gripping the new arcane alchemical weapons tightly in their hands.

Moke, Wave, Lao Liu, and Nehta slowly walked up behind the two...

Dalke and Speer also stopped their busy pace after a long time, pushing their fogged-up goggles to their foreheads.

Thousands of eyes, at this moment, are all gazing towards this yearning for light, which will eventually break through the blockade...

The "roots" that grow into towering trees!