The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

The midnight chimes echoed melodiously from the spire of Hart Cathedral, symbolizing the changing of the old day into the new.

"Let's begin," Yunevo said, waving his hand across the pale blue topographical map projection floating in mid-air before him, completely burying "Root" into darkness.

"Remember, our primary objective is decapitation, but if necessary... kill those who stand in our way as well," he said, pulling his hood up and taking two steps back.

"Destroy as many of the church's key facilities as possible, and the attack on the garrison rotation points... the first wave is a feint, the second wave is the real attack."

"The two attacks are three minutes apart, and the target... is the real guys who are coming to reinforce from behind."

The black-robed alchemist gazed at the restless yet still orderly "army".

The ratmen, who were used to doing business, became skilled gun and cannon wielders under Nehta's guidance, while the frogmen and alchemists developed an additional "chemical reaction" during their collaboration.

This also became the basis for him to further divide the teams, and the deployment of those underground small races was based on their respective strengths.

"Everyone, just follow the blue markers..." A galaxy flashed in Iseria's sky-blue eyes, and then "guidelines" appeared in the complex network of pipes, visible only to the creatures of the underground.

"Take care," Yunevo turned around, and only the sound of his and Iseria's footsteps gradually fading into the darkness remained.

"See you in the North, my rats!" Nehta shouted, raising his crossbow high. The hem of his trench coat drew a sharp arc in the air as he sprinted towards the pipes behind him.

The northern district, the core of the water supply for nobles and high-ranking church officials...

The ratman ranger had already arrived, its claws twirling over a screw. Looking at the approaching ratman counterattack team, it demanded, "Where's the directional explosive? Blow up the water supply system here!"

A ratman brought up this "explosive" specially prepared by Yunevo—the impact of which would be contained within an extremely narrow fan-shaped area, completely avoiding any impact on the ordinary pipelines in the distant civilian area.

"Three, two, one, detonate!" Old Six pressed the detonator in his hand and quickly turned his back!

*Sizzle!*

A dazzling white light instantly filled the entire underground area!

The sound of the explosive was more like the subtle noise of "cutting" something, which was slowly absorbed by the stratum and dissipated completely before it even reached the surface!

"How could the water pressure drop to zero at this moment!? Damn it, quickly transfer the divine vessel!" A cultist who was adjusting the container temperature screamed as he looked at the valve in front of him that was starting to alarm!

"Lord Seth! The defenses at the water valve weren't personally deployed by you..."

puff!

The weapon pierced his flesh, and the believer fell to the ground with a thud!

Seth wiped the blood off his holy silver longsword, turned around expressionlessly, and looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground as he walked along.

Without this "temperature control system" based on flowing water, the birth of the "divine vessel" would probably take a little longer.

A panicked voice came through his communication crystal: "Lord Seth, the North District... the North District's defenses!"

"Shut up, this was all arranged by Lord Uriel... You should be honored for your sacrifice, you waste materials," Seth sneered.

"Lord Seth...you!"

boom--!!!

A bright purple shell landed at the feet of the cultist who was trying to call for help, and large bursts of fire began to erupt at the church's outpost!

"This is no feint! Call for backup! Call for backup!" A cultist whose lower body had been blown off struggled to crawl on the ground. He suddenly grabbed a teammate's leg, but was kicked away by the pale-faced latter!

"Help me, help me—!"

The explosion's flames were mixed with many fragments made from the "toxic metals" of the "root," further enhancing its destructive power!

A cult member, clutching his lung pierced by shrapnel and coughing up blood, ran and... died at the front of the procession.

Fear spread through this makeshift team even before death...

"Very good. Send two-thirds of your men with me to intercept those damned reinforcements," Nehta said, wiping the "Soul Chain" runes on his crossbow and loading a jet-black bolt.

"If you're going to evacuate, remember to dismantle this... mortar on the ground," it said, turning to the short, fat ratman, Old Six, who gave it a thumbs-up. "Don't you trust my calculation abilities?!"

"Heh... This is the first time I've seen you so excited besides counting money," the Ratman Ranger said, lifting the manhole cover without turning around, "Don't die, fat guy."

"Oh dear, are you kidding us?!" Old Six fired another shell and saw several cultists in the distance being blown into the air. He couldn't help but jump around excitedly.

"Rat brothers, retreat after the last volley! Let's go see how those stinky frogs in the south are doing!" it shouted.

……

The southern district, the area with the most waterways in Hart City, is also what the white-robed men consider their most heavily defended "iron barrel."

A Templar Knight was gripping his greatsword, his eyes fixed on the changing guards. At his feet... a sudden burst of purple bubbles appeared in the once calm sewage ditch!

"Enemy attack!" Just as he was about to raise his sword, his entire upper body, clad in standard armor, was sawed off by the grotesque chainsaw sword!

It was Wave, the frogman leader who had restored his strength to 80% in the clear water, now transformed into a water god of death in his own domain!

It thrust its sword into the terrified half-destroyed Templar Knight, smearing the splattered blood onto its own bone and tooth necklace!

"Ripple... are you watching?" Wave was momentarily dazed, then his expression hardened, and he plunged back into the water with a splash!

"Fellow countrymen," its voice pierced the water, reaching the ears of every diving frogman, "it's time for these white-robed creatures to taste the suffering we've endured all these years..."

It was a streamlined container that, with a wave of its prow, slicing through the air and landing among the Templar Knights!

The yellow gas immediately spread out!

"Cough...cough cough! What the hell is this thing?!" A paladin clutched his throat, feeling as if his lungs were on fire...

That substance was the vaporized extract from Ouma, the "poison" that the church had been poisoning us for years...

The frogmen, their eyes bloodshot, felt a strange "pain" emanating from their cheeks, and they all threw out the thing that had ruined their lives!

Coughs and groans once again filled the entire outpost!

Some Templar Knights tried to jump into the water to fight those frogmen... Don't be ridiculous!

"Come on! Follow me to ambush those white-robed lackeys who are providing support!" Waves quickly sliced ​​the man into pieces and then swam deeper into the water.