The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

At the exit of maintenance shaft number three, Yonivo stood atop a pile of abandoned gears, each breath exhaling an intensely hot stream of air…

His palm instinctively pressed against his right lung, feeling the unique hum of the engine.

The Alchemy Turbine Engine constantly accelerates blood circulation within the body, and the blood vessels and other organs, which have undergone Hyper-Regeneration, are already capable of bearing this power.

With the adjustment of [Unextinguishable sand and firewood], [Extreme Overload] can be made into an active skill with almost no side effects.

The black-robed alchemist rummaged through his storage bag for a while before finally taking out a box of cream jelly that had just been restocked and placing it on Iseria's clasped hands.

"Eh, is it for me?" The beige-haired girl blinked, looking at Yunefu with some confusion. "But now, isn't it a bit inappropriate...?"

"The experiment will be quick, Iseria," the black-robed alchemist turned around, pulled up his hood, and slowly walked out of the pipe.

Iseria tapped the ground with the tip of her boot, holding the still-cool frothing jelly in her hands, and whispered, "Well... be careful, and hopefully when you come back... the frothing jelly won't have melted yet."

The figure in black robes walked further and further away...

Yunevo had intended to test the power of the new organ on the underground monster, but unexpectedly, the thing seemed to have sensed something was wrong and ran away with its bedding first.

Just then, a scent of "sunshine" mixed with the stench of blood wafted into his nostrils through the pipe, and with his senses now adapted to the environment at the [Root of the Sands]...

Despite the torrential rain, the outline of the eight-person church team was remarkably clear.

At least in Ionevoy's eyes, those people were no different from the "bratty kids" who squatted next to manhole covers during Chinese New Year, preparing to stuff firecrackers into the sewers.

"Sir, shall we pour holy water into it?" a believer asked timidly.

"No, Lord Seth forbids us from doing anything that might provoke the creatures of the underworld..." the executor replied, then inserted several translucent stakes around the manhole cover and wrapped a golden, hair-trigger-shaped anti-magic lasso around the stakes.

"We used the pretext of usurping church territory to catch those scoundrels who dared to show their faces... just like that lame rat."

"Once we have it, it's still at our mercy..." He couldn't help but chuckle, as if he were thinking of the most beautiful scene in the world and wanted to savor that memory.

But the executive officer had no chance, and neither did the cultists who were squatting with him, preparing to "blow up the sewers."

Om-! ! !

The engine roar, signaling the start of extreme overload, echoed through the torrential rain!

The world has slowed down.

The raindrops transformed into glistening, round glass beads, continuing to fall at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye...

At that moment, Yonivore could even see how the muscles in the throats of those believers were working and how they were twitching...

Then he moved, and with the blessing of [Swift Wind Rush], he transformed into a phantom without even leaving a trace of blue light!

Nine points and eight seconds, that's about one person killed per second on average...

enough.

In the first second, a cultist's chest was pierced by a punch, and he slowly fell to the ground, still in the position of falling from the sky.

boom!

The blow that pierced the believer's chest finally produced the sonic boom it deserved!

Second place, third place... Golden sand transformed into sharp blades pressed against the throats of the believers in the air!

Yonivo walked back to his original position, scattering the raindrops in front of him. The screeching sound of the turbo decelerating flashed by!

Sizzle—!

Streams of blood gushed from the necks of the "dull" cultists!

A massive shockwave swept out from the black-robed figure, and together with the man-eating yellow sand, it crushed the eight people into fine, blood-red dust!

The holy light was thrown about wildly, and the rain fell erratically. The culprit simply coughed up a mouthful of blood and walked back into the pipes of maintenance well number three as if nothing had happened...

The girl with beige hair was still standing at the entrance, grinding the dirt on the ground with her boots, holding a cream puff in one hand and a watch in the other, "Three minutes..."

Yoniv took the frothing jelly from her hand quite naturally, opened the lid, scooped out a spoonful, felt the coolness on his tongue, and said melodiously, "The frothing jelly is still cool."

"Oh dear, an enemy attack?!" Old Six tumbled out of a pipe on the side, clutching a specially made magic-source cannon taller than itself. "Brother Yunevo! Miss Iseria! What happened here?"

"Cough... It's nothing," Yunevo shook his head, "I went to test the power of the new weapon."

In fact, he wouldn't have rashly taken such a "provocative" action as killing church members in church-controlled territory, but rather because...

That communication crystal, shimmering with a dazzling blue light—a top-level strategic announcement from Starmoke!

Just three hours ago, in the restricted area of ​​the Stamok Mage Guild, the "Round Table Meeting" was quietly initiated...

The final piece of evidence for the "Objectification of Gods" project was placed in the center of the round table. The old dean, his usual cheerful expression gone, looked at the head of the table, the mage guild leader with a pipe in his mouth.

"What do you all think?" The guild leader's gray-blue eyes swept over every mage present, and he stuffed some ordinary tobacco leaves into his pipe.

The old dean stood up and said only one word—"Hit."

The guild leader nodded, looked at the remaining seven eighth-tier mages, and continued to ask, "Is this also your decision?"

The seven people stood up in unison and bowed deeply to this one of the strongest figures on the continent of Mankade.

"Speranza's high-end combat forces will not be involved for the time being, at the cost of... the high-end mages will also be unable to participate," the mage guild leader returned the greeting, then looked at the eight members of the council, "but there are no restrictions on combat forces of the seventh rank and below."

"clear."

At this moment, the president's deep, unfathomable eyes were fixed on Yunefu.

"Instructor Junevo, Stamok's vanguard will arrive at the border of Hart City tomorrow. Your blitzkrieg plan has been unanimously approved by us."

"Our people will tear cracks in the earth. And you..."

A glint of expectation flashed in the eyes of the old man with long gray hair. "Take this full command entrusted to you and uproot that cathedral."

Communication was cut off at that moment, leaving only Yonivore pinching his cheeks and savoring the violent beating of his heart.

He had returned to that dark "root," and before him... were underground creatures sharpening their claws and teeth.

The massive war machines roared behind them, and the black-robed alchemist removed his hood and raised his head.

At this moment, he needs everyone to see him as a "leader"!

"Did you hear that, Starmock...? The city gates are about to open."

His voice suddenly turned serious. "Everyone armed. Tonight... we'll teach those white-robed men a lesson."

Every living being in the "Roots" will be a teacher, and will also be a part of this bloody and tearful revenge...

It left a lasting and significant mark!