The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

Chapter 145 Burning the Church to Ashes

At that moment, the light of the setting sun broke through the clouds, scattering golden rays upon the crowds surging towards the dilapidated church from all directions.

Sean and Joel, the two "outlaws" who had led the charge against the arrogant paladin Gavin Morningstar in the tavern, were carrying two heavy oak barrels and walking slowly at the head of the lower town's residents.

A faint "whooshing" sound could be heard from the barrel as the liquid sloshed around, but it wasn't the fine wine prepared for celebration.

Instead, it was a thick, charred kerosene refined by artisans from the "pollutants" that were wantonly dumped into the rivers of the lower town from the upper town!

The poor people behind them weren't carrying muskets or swords; instead, they each held a wooden stick with the tip wrapped in precious cotton cloth, and some even carried a bottle of kerosene they wouldn't normally use.

Snap—Snap—

Some people walked barefoot across the gravel, while others waded through the mud in patched-up, ill-fitting boots, the sounds of their footsteps echoing through the air.

It was also "deafening"!

But they all avoided the collapsed altar in the middle and the black-robed alchemist standing in front of it.

Whoosh—!

A bottle of kerosene was spilled on a statue of a crucified saint made of pure gold with a cracked face!

Immediately afterwards, those reliefs, those murals, anything that celebrated miracles was slowly covered by a black liquid mixed with kerosene and oil!

No one can stop them.

The Templars' armor formed a unique "mound of heads" on the street, while the mage squad from Starmoke tirelessly "stacked the prize pool" on top of it.

The stained white robes were stripped off and thrown into the center of the church.

Yonivore slowly raised his hand, stopping everyone's movements.

"I want to see him alive or dead. Come with me and find Uriel."

His black robe was brand new when he was reborn, and even had a few dark gold patterns added to it.

Nehta and several elite mages from Starmoke came to his side and dragged the still-breathing, charred Uriel out like a dead dog.

Without even looking, Yunev put a "sack" made of softened anti-magic stone on Uriel's head.

Beside him, Iseria added another layer of "etheric lasso," completely sealing off Uriel, an "ordinary person" whose magical energy channels were already destroyed.

"Now, we can continue," the black-robed alchemist said.

At that moment, Old Mike squeezed in from somewhere. The old man who used to joke around in the tavern now had a serious face. He soaked the rough torch in his hand with oil, and then it was taken by Barlow next to him.

Then, the torch was passed through the "Fragile Alliance" formed in Wayne Forest, through Starmock's "Air Strike Squad," and finally to the hands of the Root's comrades—

Ultimately, it was handed over by Iseria to the black-robed alchemist.

"Didn't you always want to set off fireworks, Iseria?" The latter turned her head and looked at the off-white-haired girl who had accompanied her all the way.

"Ugh—no," Iseria shook her head rapidly, offering a completely illogical excuse: "I...I'm afraid of the dark!"

Yoniv chuckled softly, refraining from any further grandiloquent platitudes—for those barrels of kerosene were the best words to express the moment.

From the damp matchbox, Eunice picked out a tiny, fragile match that could barely be considered dry.

chapped.

The red phosphorus tip rubbed against the sparkling iron on the side of the box, igniting a flame no bigger than a fingertip.

He flicked his finger, and that tiny flame, so small it could be extinguished by a mere breeze at any moment—

It will spread like wildfire at this moment!

The raging fire swept across the white robes sewn from silk, melting the crystal-encrusted dome!

The stained glass window lost its support and refracted colorful light as it fell, before crashing into the flames with a series of sharp cracks!

"Elder—Swimmers, everyone—" Wave's eyes, wounded in battle, shed a blood-red tear.

He could only see that increasingly tall orange-red outline and feel the temperature that the frogmen should have loathed, but which he found warm.

"We can go home now—right?"

It wasn't just the waves that uttered this soft sigh.

At the edge of the fire, several elderly alchemists, unable to fight, were holding mechanical parts they had taken from "Root," their heels glued to the ground, motionless.

Within the flames, the precious sandalwood, along with the glass, emitted sounds of being ravaged by the intense heat—

Click, click.

Nehta and Lao Liu squatted on the opposite roof, chewing nuts and watching the arrogant statue of the main god lose its head in the flames.

And that head is being interrogated by the flames, judged by the "flames".

Its features began to melt, its compassionate expression turning into a muddy liquid first, before finally dissolving completely.

"Was it good?" the former asked slowly.

"Ah—it's war after all—"

Old Liu pounded his chest for a long time before finally swallowing the nut.

"Some people can't see it, and some rats can't see it either—"

"We don't know whether the benefits of this deal are actually worthwhile."

Nehta nodded, took out the glass storage jar from his bag, and placed it on a relatively flat spot beside him.

Inside the jar, the glass ball, shattered into several pieces, was crudely glued back together, with the milky white glue clearly visible in the gaps.

"We ratmen—can go home now."

The Ratman Ranger tapped the top of the jar, just as he used to be able to slap Lin on the head without restraint.

Then, Nehta sighed and looked at the black-robed alchemist not far away.

Eunice kicked away a shard of stained glass at his feet and looked at the raging fire before him, a fire powerful enough to consume everything.

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

"Uriel, if you're not quite dead yet, why don't you open your eyes wide—"

"Look at what you call 'impurities'—how they destroy your supreme kingdom with barrels of substandard kerosene."

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He turned around and led Iseria down the stone steps, into the crowd.

Then, the black-robed alchemist walked through the crowd, following his memory to the high wall that separated the common people from the rich, and suddenly threw a punch!

boom-!

Seeing the high wall collapse, Yoniv slowly turned around and looked at the magnificent church that was now engulfed in flames.

At this moment, the young man who had been forced to transform himself into a monster in order to survive—

The young man who once stood before a pile of ruins—

Slowly, it merged with the imposing figure in black robes!

The wind, blowing the hem of his clothes, carried back the promise made months ago!

He stood there, laughing freely and heartily.

"I said I would burn the church to ashes sooner or later—"

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