The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

At this moment, in the airspace west of Hart City...

The thick rain clouds were torn apart by a deep blue magical glow, revealing the "Air Strike" mage squad from Starmoke flying in mid-air behind them.

The monks' robes fluttered in the wind, as the leader slowly raised his right hand...

More than ten four-pointed star-like rays of light gathered and adorned the void, fiercely shooting arrows of light containing extremely strong destructive intent towards the ground!

"Withdraw, go back to resupply, and prepare for the next airstrike!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the explosion occurred!

boom--!!!

The tremors even spread from the ground into the Cathedral of Holy Light!

The magnificent stone pillars are constantly peeling away their outer skin, revealing the ugly and rough inner layers beneath.

Uriel slammed the communication crystal onto the ground!

Clap!

The sound of shattering made everyone there hold their breath, wishing they could bury their heads completely inside their collars...

The sweltering, stifling air permeated the poorly ventilated underground laboratory, causing some of the already timid believers to kneel and vomit!

The next moment, a purple light flashed...

The cultist's head fell to the ground, and blood spurting from the cut on his neck covered the floor in front of him.

Uriel withdrew his hand, and the faint light emanating from the "Vessel of God" fell upon his eyes with its last glimmer.

"Come on, let's start with you... offer the last bit of yourselves to my God," he said, pointing to the weakest group of believers one by one.

"What, do I need to 'invite' them one by one?"

The cultists who had been called out looked at each other, none daring to utter a word of complaint. They all walked into the drainage channel, picked up the sacred mithril short swords, and slit their own throats!

The blood flowed along the groove, coalescing into an irregular circle...

"Next batch."

The six-pointed star in the circle is also beginning to take shape.

"Next batch."

Only when Seth and eight elite Templar Knights remained in the underground laboratory did Uriel slowly wave his hand to signal a halt.

The latter looked at the dark red "descent ritual" on the ground, which integrated all the geometric shapes in a circle, and injected a drop of his blood into the tiny hole at the center.

This is his last trump card, the ultimate weapon for which he is willing to give everything!

The "embryo" curled up in the container seemed to sense the "father's" madness. Several bone spurs burst out from its deformed spine, instantly piercing several large holes in the container wall, from which liquid flowed!

Next came the three blood-red compound eyes that slowly opened, and within each of these compound eyes, there were human-like pupils surveying the world!

Uriel finally managed a smile through his expressionless face, his entire facial muscles contorting into an almost insane arc.

Meanwhile, those Holy Light Melting Nails that had managed to survive without being completely removed by Yonivore emitted a piercing resonance, instantly transforming into streaks of light that shot skyward and roared straight towards the cathedral's underground laboratory!

"It's done, it's almost done..." Uriel murmured, staring at the creation before him.

A pure white light filled the entire room!

Seth shielded his eyes from the light with his bent arm, his gaze fixed on the terrifying creation that was slowly resurrecting...

Beneath that sacred shell lie thousands of distorted, innocent faces.

"Lord Uriel," Seth beckoned, leading the elite Templar Knights behind him forward!

"Seth...it's time," Uriel said without turning his head.

"I understand that I will dedicate my insignificant life to the birth of God."

Seth revealed a bright smile that he had suppressed for a long time.

A chill inexplicably crept up Uriel's spine...

"However... only dead gods are good gods."

In that instant, Seth, along with the eight henchmen behind him, sprang up!

[Soul Collapse]!

The nine conservative assassins did not hesitate to detonate their soul essence the moment they approached the container!

Uriel's roar was swallowed up by the explosion that shook the earth!

The "Vessel of God," which was struggling at the critical point, could not withstand the self-destruction of the nine elites' souls without reservation!

Click...

A crack appeared in its indestructible golden-red "pupa shell"!

Then, this "god" turned into countless charred remains flying everywhere in the chaos of holy light and darkness!

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the entire Cathedral of Holy Light became shaky and could only barely maintain a superficial "elegance".

Nothing remained. In the collapsing laboratory, Seth's laughter lingered in Uriel's ears.

"Damn it! Damn it... damn it all!"

The roar was deep and suppressed, instantly freezing the air that had become scorched by the explosion!

Uriel stood there, his once neat purple hair now loose and curly, and his once spotless and exquisite bishop's robes were now tattered, revealing his pale torso covered with purple veins.

With trembling hands, he picked up the "remains of the cultivation device" from the ground.

His decades of hard work, the ladder to his world domination!

Just like that, it was all destroyed!

"Heretics... Everyone is a heretic... Speranza, Starmock... Hart..."

Uriel slowly raised his head.

In an instant, an unprecedented and terrifying wave, unique to an eighth-order saint, swept across the entire surface and underground of Hart City!

The underground creatures, who were initially relieved by their local victory, were now...

I felt a fear that came from the depths of my soul!

Uriel had undoubtedly gone mad, completely abandoning the entire plan and the "materialization of God" sub-project that had been etched into his mind...

All he wants to do now is kill.

The next moment, the crimson bishop appeared above a squad of ratmen who were cleaning up the battlefield!

Uriel raised his right hand, wielding the broken cross-shaped longsword formed from holy light, and uttered only two words: "Judgment."

Sizzle—!

A beam of light shot into the sky, vaporizing the dozens of ratmen who didn't even have time to scream, along with their prized alchemical weapons!

With each step he took, the once unstoppable resistance army collapsed and disintegrated from its very foundation, like an altar with its base removed!

And the resurgence of church morale caused by the appearance of the leader... is unfolding in every corner that Uriel has visited!

"Lord Uriel! It's Lord Uriel!"

"For the Holy Light!"

"If we don't continue fighting... we'll be executed by the bishop after the war no matter what!"

The cultists, who had been hiding in the shadows like stray dogs, surged out again, looking at the figure bathed in divine light, like a god... and cheered almost frantically!

At this moment, the scales of victory are tipping wildly in favor of overwhelming strength!

Inside one of the pipes leading to the surface, Yonivo felt the suffocating vibrations and released his grip on her cheek.

"Finally unable to hold back?" His ears were filled with the wails of those subterranean creatures that they couldn't utter, and his heart was already pounding wildly in his chest...

He came to the surface and gently pressed down on a frogman comrade who was trying to leave a wound on Uriel.

"Don't be afraid."