The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

Chapter 144 Life and Death, an Endless Cycle

"It's not over yet—it's not over yet!"

Uriel roared hysterically, his neck veins bulging from the excessive force, and even his face became distorted!

Within Hart City, the holy light and magical energy within the remaining believers were surging out at an incredible speed, converging on this desperate "stray dog"!

Click—click—

Golden cracks began to spread across Uriel's face, and his skin and flesh turned into falling "stones" that crashed to the ground with a "crackling" sound!

He wanted to reduce Hart City and all those despicable creatures to nothingness in this self-destruction that had accumulated too much!

At this moment, the holy light and magical energy that was still overflowing even formed a thick golden coating, completely enveloping Uriel in a cocoon-like shape!

All of this happened too fast; Yunevo, whose [Extreme Overload] hadn't even cooled down yet, didn't have time to react—but he knew what to do.

The black-robed alchemist skillfully bit his finger and drew the "double ouroboros" emblem of the Disintegration Array in front of his heart!

He knew exactly what he was doing.

One way to break an eggshell is to bump it with an object that is harder.

Secondly, a continuous and enormous external force is applied to the surface of the egg until the entire structure can no longer withstand it and breaks!

The side effect of "Unfulfilled Ambition" greatly weakened his "hardness," making it impossible for a single punch to break the "egg" that could "dissipate force."

Then Yunevo was left with only the second path.

He once transformed into countless dark golden sand grains when using [Sandstorm of Devouring Heaven] —

Ultimately, that's the result of "body elementalization," making it impossible to use multiple [Slam] attacks simultaneously.

What if it transforms into a "sandstorm" the moment it collapses?

Is this a way to circumvent the so-called "rules"?

Yunefu transformed into tiny fragments interwoven with red and black, which were then firmly grasped by the dark golden sandstorm that had been unleashed!

The "pupa" that Uriel had transformed into trembled violently, as if it were trying to break free of its cocoon, as if it were making a final stand against its "premature death"!

Is it magic? Or alchemy?

The answer is a level of understanding that transcends its time!

Those organs had already been activated long before Yunevo Sha!

In the raging sandstorm that swallowed the sky, every grain of sand was imbued with a devastating [severe blow]!

Under the effects of [Corrosive Spit] and [Extreme Overload], a ghostly green poisonous light, mixed with steam and lightning from the overload, bursts forth within this sandstorm!

Sizzle—Sizzle—!

The sand scraped against the golden "cocoon," like sandpaper with sharp barbs repeatedly rubbing against the skin until it bled profusely, producing a dull thud that sent chills down everyone's spine!

The "cocoon" was shattered from the outside in by this unreasonable force, revealing Uriel's terrified face!

"You—!" His voice trembled uncontrollably!

But all that responded to Uriel was a relentless, raging sandstorm!

With defeat already inevitable, the Crimson Archbishop was directly "captured" and lifted into the sky, where he endured the agonizing pain of being crushed by a "grinding machine"—

It crashed heavily through the dome of the Cathedral of Holy Light and shattered the main statue of the god at the back of the hall!

Uriel was embedded in a mural titled "Redemption," his body charred and on the verge of death.

The sandstorm has subsided.

In the heart of the ruins, dark golden sand, obscuring the sky, fell to the ground with a clattering sound like spilled beans.

A golden, lifeless rain fell over the entire city of Hart.

"Yonev—Yonev!" Iseria stumbled through the crowd, watching the gold dust slip through her fingers.

At the other end of the ruins, Mok threw his shattered glasses to the ground, his voice trembling: "He is—dissipating—"

"The sands formed by this thick earth and raging fire no longer recognize him —"

"We can't let him die!" Nehta threw down his nut, grabbed the old alchemist by the collar, and roared, "Didn't that bastard Yunevo say alchemy was omnipotent?!"

"Of course there's a way—" Mok gently pushed Nehta away, revealing a relieved smile.

He looked from near to far at his comrades who had fought in the war, and finally at the civilians who were peering out from a greater distance.

He once said, "One is the whole, and the whole is one."

In this golden drizzle, the miracle called "Unity of Will," which had been planted by Yunefu long ago, is slowly blooming within the outline of the replacement array.

"If you're willing, follow me," Moke crouched down and placed his hand on the very center of the array.

"Let's go and bring him back."

Iseria was the first to place her hand on the array without hesitation, followed by Nehta, then the sixth brother—Wave, and every underground creature that had benefited from the potion.

"Damn it, that's Ionevo! He really did it!" A rough, excited voice rang out from afar!

It was Old Mike, the tavern owner who offered shelter and a bounty during Eunice's most desperate and perilous time.

Behind him, Barlow, Byron, and even the once arrogant young master Wilkins appeared, all bearing their scars.

"I can just press it here, right?"

Norton's doting fatherly voice rang out from beside Moke, who, despite his heavy eye bags, had been secretly busy with the battle.

Finally, the common people, whether they had benefited from the grace of Eunice or were oppressed by the Baptist Church, all contributed their modest efforts to this ruin.

The power of all beings' vows.

The gentlest example of equivalent substitution in alchemy.

A gentle breeze swirled through Moke's palm, and his already frail body straightened at that moment—

Let the wind carry away his magical veins, brushing over the nerves that have been taut for years in the name of "the continuation of truth".

Moke's head slowly lowered; this old scholar, who had guarded the "Roots" for decades, finally saw the future—

Then, with the arrogance and joy of an alchemist, he closed his eyes forever.

The wind reversed and turned, turning the dark sand on the ground gold. Swirling against the wind, it burst forth with an extremely holy sky-blue radiance on the ruins!

The millions of dark golden grains that were originally scattered on the ground seemed to have received some kind of divine summons, and they began to flow, rotate and converge wildly in the opposite direction.

Golden raindrops, as if rewinding a timer, surged from the ground into the sky—

First, the bones supporting the unyielding spine; then, a fleeting glimpse of the "ordinary" internal organs; and finally, the flesh and blood regaining their vitality—

The muscle fibers resembled two intertwined ouroboros, completely covering the dark golden lines!

Skin, hair —

At the center of that azure pillar of light, a figure in black robes slowly raised his head.

In his eyes, a faint glimmer of dark gold and azure light swirled.

Eunice has returned, reborn amidst everyone's hopes.

Moke collapsed beside him, not erased by the law for transgressing the taboo of life.

Farewell—

The black-robed alchemist looked at the "old scholar" who connected the past and the present.

Then, he turned to look at everyone, and all his unspoken words were summed up in a single, solemn nod.

"Come with me—let's bring this oppression to a final end."