The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

Chapter 150 Festering

The next day, at dawn.

When the pale red sun pierced through the ruins of the cathedral, the entire city, in dire need of reconstruction, was plunged into a suffocating sense of oppression.

Eunice remained seated on the broken base, his fingers bearing slight marks from holding the bloodstained parchment for so long.

Iseria dripped the eerie blue fluorescent solvent from the dropper onto the center of the parchment. The liquid blurred, outlining a powerless truth.

This was the last piece of intelligence that Lin had risked his life to protect.

A geographical map spanning the entire continent of Mankade, with Hart City, as the original "incubation point," naturally located in the center of the map.

Its five poles form an irregular pentagram shape, pinning it to some of the most extreme environments on this continent.

Yonivore stared thoughtfully at the five poles on the map.

The mountains of the North are said to be the land of songs and blood of dragons and elves, where perpetually frozen snow-capped peaks and still-dormant volcanoes coexist in a stark contrast.

The black-robed alchemist tapped the dark blue mark on the map: the Endless Abyss.

"Sea within a sea—" he murmured softly.

But rather than calling it a sea within a sea, it's more accurate to describe it as a "deep-sea cycle" with no end in sight. Whenever someone dives to the bottom of the sea, they can always see a new surface of the ocean.

Not to mention the Morse Desert that he and Iseria had just crossed not long ago.

And there was also the Vincent Forest, where strange phenomena had already been occurring even earlier in Junifo —

These locations all undoubtedly appeared on the list of "materialized gods," and each one may have already begun to fester.

He used this to point to the four extreme points besides the Morse Desert, saying, "If the false gods in these places have all hatched, the entire continent will probably be in turmoil."

The black-robed alchemist's fingers unconsciously traced a dark brown mark on the parchment, the mark having completely blurred.

It looked like it had been stained with water, blood, or some other liquid.

"If the church's plans in Morse had gone smoothly at that time—"

Yoniv remained silent.

"I," Iseria said, placing her hand on her chest, "if one day I were to affect reality..."

“That day will never come,” Yunevo said, gently releasing the pale-haired girl’s clenched hand. “You are you.”

Even during the "descent of the true god" in Starmoke, Iseria quickly suppressed her "divine" side.

The pale-haired girl pursed her lips, nodded emphatically, and then said, "The little ethers say that these connections are eroding the balance of the entire continent—"

Ionevoy pinched his cheek and sighed, "Uriel is dead, and that burning ambition—was just an insignificant cog in the vast machine of the Church."

At this moment, Wave and several key members of the remaining alchemist faction had gathered here. They had originally come to discuss how to clear the mountain of holy light remnants beneath the cathedral ruins—

But he never expected to see such a sorrowful expression on Yonevo's face, and all his relief vanished in an instant.

"Guys, we—we still have a long way to go before we win," the black-robed alchemist's voice echoed across the desolate ruins.

"Before his death, in an attempt to avenge his crushing defeat," Uriel detonated all the "leyline resonance points" deep within the Wayne Forest, transforming the deformed life forms that had failed to "materialize" into monsters radiating endless hunger.

Just as Yonivore finished speaking, a tremendous tremor shook the ground from beneath everyone's feet!

"Oh my gosh! Brother Yunevo, this is incredible, truly incredible!"

Old Liu crawled out of the drainage ditch using both hands and feet. His newly changed silk vest was soaked with sweat, and his monocle was dangling from his ear.

It rested its hands on its knees, its frizzy hair still hadn't healed, and glistening water droplets were dripping down its thick, twisted hair.

After a long pause, Lao Liu finally spoke, breathless.

"The sentries in the southern district have sent back a death order! It's a monster tide, a monster tide! The Black Sea of ​​Wayne Forest!" It's surging towards the city walls, and our Hart can't take this—"

"Several ratmen brothers at the first outpost outside the city were badly injured; they almost crawled out of the roots of that rat-catching tree!"

Once the news was confirmed, the entire scene fell silent.

Waves rippled across her bone and tooth necklace as she spoke in a hoarse voice: "Yonev, we frogmen can traverse the moat outside the city—"

"Not quite right, Wave. You frogmen already lost too many members in the last great battle," the black-robed alchemist shook his head, pinching his cheek.

He looked at the distant horizon, at the Wayne Forest, which should have been lush and green, but was now filled with an ominous dark purple.

"I'll find a way to bring the alchemical engine 'located at the root' to the surface and link it with the arcane machines that were once used for sieges, as defensive weapons."

"If there are still any hidden problems in the engine, don't hide them, come directly to me, understand?" He turned to look at Gide, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Gide nodded slowly and left first.

"As for those tree roots that might sprout from the ground, I don't have any way to deal with them for the time being," Yunevo sighed, turning to look at a lamp lit not far away. "If all else fails—"

"The only option is to rebuild and defend simultaneously. This is difficult, but it's the path to allowing Hart City to truly take root."

"From this day forward, Hart City will operate on a three-shift system: one shift for defending the city, one for rebuilding, and one for resting."

He crouched down, took out his charcoal pencil, and paused for a long time on a blank piece of parchment before slowly drawing rough buildings and fine lines.

The creatures around them lowered their voices, waiting for Yonivo, their "leader," to speak.

"The people in the outer city gradually moved to the inner city, using the houses near the city walls as temporary defensive fortification sites."

The black-robed alchemist examined the parchment he had drawn carefully and continued, "As for how to deal with those roots, we can consider creating an anaerobic environment."

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"I call it the 'extreme survival' cycle."

"Gentlemen, there's no time to lose," Yunevo said, scanning each of the creatures standing there.

Another breeze of freedom blew in from who knows where.

The swollen, vein-like purple veins of the Wayne Forest are just like the dark gold patterns on Yunevo's black robe—

It rose and fell visibly with each breath.