The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

boom--!!!

The explosions that followed one after another started even before Naseth could deliver his "salute"!

"Yes, yes! Bomb their horses!" Nehta stuffed a handful of nuts into his mouth and then used his rat tail to roll up a dark purple grenade and put it into the cannon barrel.

The reinforcements from Speranza were really unlucky. Even though several high-ranking Templar Knights tried their best to protect them, they couldn't stop the shells from bombarding the "supply" convoy further back!

"Shoot the horse's leg, blow up the box, and shoot the biggest one!" The ratman ranger stomped heavily on the red brick in front of him, raised his crossbow high, and shouted!

boom! boom! boom!

"You guards should be keeping those explosives at bay!" a church support staff member shouted, covering his face, and was nearly thrown off the carriage by the exploding purple orb!

Flames flickered on the ground, and the faces of the Templar Knights darkened considerably—no matter how large the Holy Light Barrier was, it couldn't stop the draft from coming from all sides!

"The holy water container is leaking! Think of something quick!" The team leader frantically tried to cover the golden container overflowing with silver liquid. "Send a team out and drive that damned attack squad out!"

"No, boss!" A Templar Knight shook his head. "Everyone here could manage to protect some of the supplies meant for Uriel if they fought with all their might... but if some of them were to go catch those rats, it would be even more of a loss!"

Seeing the somewhat hesitant executor, he pressed his advantage, saying, "Besides... Lord Goethe's instructions didn't include 'transporting the supplies into the Hart City Church intact,' so why are we risking our lives like this!?"

In the blink of an eye, a jet-black crossbow bolt pierced through the weakest point of the entire [Holy Light Barrier], striking a Radiant Priest in the carotid artery!

"No, that's not right!" The executive officer coughed up a mouthful of blood. "There's an attack targeting the soul! This isn't a hastily assembled resistance squad at all!"

"Damn it... that beast Uriel has deceived the entire Speranza! Let's go back... let's go back the way we came!" He pulled on the reins, turned the white horse that was leading the way around, and galloped towards the direction of the temporary teleportation array in Speranza.

On this short stretch of road, this disgusting guerrilla warfare tactic made this "regular army" wish they could just carry their horse-drawn carts and run away!

……

"Damn it... Goethe, is this what you called 'logistical support'?" Uriel gripped the communication crystal tightly, growling at the blurry figure, "Thirty percent! Thirty percent of my supply depots have been destroyed!"

"This is all thanks to your helpful directions!"

The first sound heard from the other end of the communication crystal was the faint sound of liquid sloshing in a glass container.

Then, Goethe said in a calm and unhurried tone, "Uriel, the army of the Holy City is already on the 'road' to suppress the rebellion... You must understand that crossing the wasteland takes time."

"Not to mention Starmock's floating towers, which face the border of the Holy Capital and can be activated at any time."

"I can send two more squads of judges led by 'saints,' but only if... you can prove that the 'materialization of God' sub-project assigned to you is worth the church's effort to put out."

Uriel's clenched hand revealed thick, dark purple lines, and the entire communication was instantly severed amidst the chaotic surge of magical energy!

Goethe was just dawdling; that old fox wanted to see him completely worn down in the underground reckoning!

Then, with lightning speed, he took over everything in Hart City as a "savior," including the final products of the two "objectification of gods" plans!

The holy light throughout the underground space flickered, and in the corridor, hurried footsteps approached from afar.

"Seth...you've come at the right time," Uriel's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Seth's arms. "We...we still have a chance..."

"Lord Uriel, I think... we need to hurry," Seth said with a somber expression, turning to look at the "Vessel of God" to the side, and continued, "The Eastern District is about to fall."

The East District is the main battleground where alchemists and frogmen gather.

Despite the strong suggestion from the frogman leader Wave, Moke reluctantly shut down the "Magic Source Disruptor".

A medium-sized alchemy engine had appeared behind him without his knowledge.

It was an idea that came to Yonivore by chance, but it unleashed an unprecedented frenzy in these old scholars…

Mok and the two alchemists' hands almost left "afterimages" as they manipulated the alchemical engine!

The alchemy engine did just that, its interior emitting frantic mechanical sounds as it began spewing out thick, misty white steam!

A similarly violent and fully calibrated magical pressure... refracted towards the ground through those lenses, each with its own specific purpose!

In an instant, the air throughout the battlefield underwent an extremely exaggerated refraction effect due to the intense heat!

"Playing tricks!" A holy prayer follower who arrived later unleashed a sixth-tier holy light spell, [Baptism of Light], at Moke!

The golden light, straight as a sword, burst forth from his hand, but drew an arc in mid-air before piercing through the chest of a cultist with a "whoosh"!

"How...how could this be?" The holy man's gaze darted back and forth between his right hand and the cultist. "A spell from my god...how could it have missed?"

Moke sneered and overloaded the alchemical engine. The white mist over the entire battlefield immediately spread towards the sky, reducing visibility to only about one meter!

Amidst the suffocating fog, the frogmen emerged once again from the boiling water channel...

"Kill!" Wave's wounds had already congealed into scars. With one hand holding the chainsaw sword, which was slightly sluggish due to being stained with too much blood, it charged into the white mist!

This hot fog contains a large amount of weak acid vapor extracted from the waste of "Ouma"... It is like torture from hell for believers who have not experienced pain!

The protection of holy light requires the concentration of mental energy to maintain, but this means... they can only act as passive "spinning tops" that are constantly being attacked!

puff!puff!

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh echoed continuously, accompanied by the piercing, teeth-grinding sound of a chainsaw sword cutting through armor!

"Holy Light! I can't sense where they are, Holy Light... save me!" A Templar Knight desperately waved his longsword, trying to dispel the white mist that kept coming back together like a swamp!

"Yonev said... this is called a dimensional reduction attack," Wave patted the chainsaw sword that had ceased fire with his webbed hands, and then wiped the sweat from his face.

"Guh, although I don't understand... it's really fun to kill them, quack."