The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

"The reinforcements were also ambushed?" Uriel's voice showed no surprise. He still had his hands behind his back, looking at the incubation pod in front of him.

The severing of the constant temperature system forced him to divert his attention to the "container of the gods" here and in the Wayne Forest, which was also the first "intelligence" that Seth had given him.

On the sand table, the blue dots representing the church are slowly disappearing, along with the buildings marked as important nodes, which are being destroyed by the resistance army!

Those novel weapons... must require special power supply methods to maintain their firepower, the crimson bishop thought.

So he was waiting, waiting for those alchemists to start that so-called "engine" and add the final touch to this divine descent.

"Start the engine."

With a cold expression, Mok wiped his crystal glasses and gave the first order to destroy Uriel's confidence!

Om-! ! !

Intense fluctuations spread from the center of the entire "root," and violent energy was transported along pre-set pipelines to the several "empty shell reactors"!

And this multi-stage, escalating violent energy, once it loses the internal buffer of the "reactor"...

That would blow those devices to smithereens!

"Get to the surface and activate the 'Magic Source' Disorder Generator..." Moke flipped onto the powered minecart on the track, pulled the lever, and the minecart's wheel hubs began to spin, rubbing against the rails and emitting dazzling sparks!

The alchemist behind him carried the large modular parts on his back and followed Mok onto the ground!

Mok remained silent, simply flicking his tattered robe as he installed the last core piece of the war machine before him!

The device, further optimized by Naspel based on Ionev's theory of "entropy increase," suddenly erupted with a chilling noise!

"The source of magic... How could the source of magic be..." A priest named Huijie, who was deliberately raising his hand to cast a spell, stared in astonishment at his palm, then looked at the pale-faced remnants of the alchemist group.

"You...you're committing suicide!" he yelled, then collapsed to the ground with a thud!

"Heh... I should have lost my life in those purges anyway," Moke said calmly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "And what happened? Well... I guess I've finally made it to this day."

"So what if they're dead?" He turned to the remaining alchemists who followed him. "Those who still have the strength, load your crossbows and shoot those white-robed lackeys in the lungs."

Whoosh-!

The frogmen arrived even faster than the crossbow bolts. The frogman leader, Wave, had several fresh scars on his body, but he still tirelessly wielded his chainsaw sword!

"Wave, Old Frog orders you to rest!" Wave emerged from a cloud of blood mist, its webbed hands resting on the blood-red-eyed frogman, and whispered, "Old Frog, it's your turn..."

The old frogman walked each step with unwavering determination, standing before the waves with the myriad emotions he felt from witnessing the "swimmer's" death years ago. "You still have to tell our story to the newborn frogmen."

"I hope you don't portray the old frog as too cowardly," it laughed loudly, brandishing its chainsaw sword as it charged into the struggling Templar Knights!

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"It's our turn to pull out the nails...Iserlia," Yunevo said, standing deep beneath the cathedral altar, feeling the stench emanating from the mixed gold and purple hues.

Thanks to the successful demolition plan in the North District, Naulie no longer cared about maintaining the "barrier" that isolated his senses...

"How do we do it?" The fair-haired girl raised her hand slightly, subtly manipulating the etheric condensation within the endless tunnel.

The black-robed alchemist didn't speak, but simply gently held Iseria's hand, sharing the entire view of the [Root of the Sands] with her through the "connection" established back in Morse.

In the vision of the beige-haired girl, the pale blue "roots" emanating from Yunevo and imbued with ether were slowly twisting into a six-pointed star pattern, its top and bottom severed by a horizontal line...

"Displacement," the black-robed alchemist gripped a sharp dagger and slashed a deep wound into his palm.

In an instant, an unprecedented tremor erupted from the depths of the cathedral!

The rocks and soil around those holy light melting nails... all turned into dark golden gravel, instantly swallowing up the faint crimson!

Iseria abruptly turned to look at Yunevo, at the black-robed alchemist whose life force was rapidly fading!

The latter forced a smile, then digested the [Rubber Skin] attached to the surface of his skin through [Self-Consumption]. Under the operation of [Extreme Overload] and enhanced [Super Regeneration], the blood cells in his body proliferated and differentiated tirelessly!

Once again, Yonivore flinched at death's doorstep!

At that moment, the foundation of the cathedral collapsed for a moment, and even Uriel couldn't help but stumble, interrupting his temperature maintenance of the "container of God"!

Kara...

A visible crack appeared on the transparent crystal glass.

"Damn it!" Uriel cursed under his breath, glancing repeatedly at the "divine embryo" submerged in liquid. "Go and fetch Seth!"

The two elite Templar Knights guarding the entrance hurriedly nodded, took out their communication crystals, and began to describe the perilous situation before them in a flurry of voices!

"Okay, I understand..." Seth's tone was unusually calm on the other end. "It's time for me to give everything for the 'Holy Light'."

A smile played on his lips as he stepped over another pile of cult corpses, retrieved another communication crystal, and activated his connection with Yunevo.

"Hey, alchemist...you and your squad shouldn't have hurt those civilians much, right?" Seth said as he walked toward the exit, trying to wring out the bloodstains from his white robe.

"It's good that you're not hurt..." he breathed a sigh of relief. "I was so bored on the way here."

"Every day I tear my own soul apart, trying to make myself, as a member of the 'objectification of God' faction, endure Uriel's searches time and time again."

"I forced myself to develop a habit of going back and forth between four points, and only when I'm completely 'off work'... am I truly myself."

He calmly recounted his last words, regardless of what the black-robed alchemist on the other end of the conversation thought.

"Most of the conservatives are good kids; if possible, let them live."

"What am I supposed to do? I'm going to fulfill what Morse promised you back then..."

Seth hung up the call, dressed himself impeccably, and had no intention of confronting Uriel directly—it would be pointless.

What he wants to do is for every living being in Hart who is suffering...

The first salute, entitled "Rebirth," was fired.