The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

The dust and smoke from the collapse of the ancient iron-core tree have not yet dissipated.

Vilkin stood with difficulty, leaning on his sword, maintaining the last shred of dignity befitting a nobleman.

Byron flung his shield aside and slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

Just as Zane and Nolay were about to help Yunevo up, a slow, steady applause came from behind them.

It's just like encouraging the "clown" performance on stage.

"Wonderful, wonderful..." Dozens of church members stepped through the golden barrier.

They removed all their disguises, revealing the church's expensive standard armor.

The Templar Knight at the front pulled down his hood, revealing a face that Eunice would never forget.

He was one of the Templars who participated in the siege of Eunhaw... Waver Sirin.

"Bishop Uriel is right, uncontrollable alchemists... are simply maggots that excel at creating small troubles."

Weber's arrogant eyes swept over Junevo, revealing a disdainful smile.

Barlow whirled around, his right hand gripping the dagger trembling. He screamed, "You...you've been waiting all this time..."

"Wait for what? I prefer to call it recycling," Weber chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning slightly forward as he whispered.

"With just a little unnecessary supplies... we can get your help to clean up the trash."

"Several lowly commoners among us did die, but they should feel honored to have died in the Holy Light."

His boots deliberately bypassed the splattered blood of the lizards on the ground, stopping in front of the "dying" Yonivore.

He then revealed his "perfect plan"—after all, what Weber liked most was the emotional reaction of his prey before death.

Whether it was grief or despair, it was something he should ponder repeatedly…

"Look, just by spending a few more suits of armor, we've managed to make you run around in circles."

"Now," Weber drew his mithril longsword, seemingly about to sever Yunevo's neck completely, "it's time to end this."

Nolay, her face pale, tried to rush forward but was held down firmly by Zane, who shook his head.

This Templar Knight... is not someone they can handle right now.

"Waveber Shilling, without your anti-magic stone turtle shell... when have you ever dared to look me in the eye?"

Yoniv opened his mocking eyes. He made no move, instead lying quietly on the ground, the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth completely gone.

"You've reaped quite a bit right under Uriel's nose, haven't you? Should I praise you as a... fool who played with fire and got burned? After all, that evidence has already been sent to the church by the enthusiastic 'residents of Chaoyang'."

"Sharp-tongued..." Weber drew his longsword, grinning maliciously.

"Unfortunately, it's still the same as it was a few days ago...it can't save your life."

"Yonev Sol, Bishop Uriel has always been curious about what you, who already possesses the abilities of a fifth-level alchemist, are hiding?"

The sword was pressed against Yonivore's throat, but he didn't rush to move. Instead, he continued to mock him.

"Manuscripts and notes defying the gods, forbidden experiments with 'demons'..."

The resonance of the demonic energy from dozens of figures formed an invisible shackle, and even the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Ha...and then you used the most despicable method to fake a murder and robbery deal?"

Weber's sword, which had slit his throat, paused for a moment, but it was too late.

Yonivore's fingertips, which had been drawing something on the ground, had stopped.

"Every year...every day, idiots die from talking too much."

"Captain! Has the operation to silence them been thwarted? We can't hold out much longer!"

The communication crystal at Webber's collar flashed rapidly, and howls echoed through the forest... It wasn't just a group, but a horde of monsters.

"Are you insane!?" Weber's sinister grin froze on his face.

"Such a large space, such fresh food...everyone would want to take a bite!"

Yunefu laughed, "Right now, the entire middle layer... the cannibalistic lizards forced into cannibalism are probably all rushing here on empty stomachs."

Weber's longsword fell to the ground—not from despair and helplessness, but from a desire more than anyone else to kill the alchemist…

Several crimson lights first appeared from the edge of the forest, and the nodes set up by Yunefu were activated one after another!

Those faint lines... unknowingly formed a huge and complex alchemical array, almost encompassing a large area!

Yunevo slowly raised his right hand from his side, his fingertips covered in a viscous substance mixed with his own blood and the venom of the monstrous lizard, and gently touched an inconspicuous rune node in front of him that looked like it had been scribbled at random.

As the formation was completed, the ground seemed to collapse for a moment, and the mithril longsword at Webber's feet seemed to be twisted and disintegrated by an invisible force...

The demonic energy within his body was also brutally extracted and used as material to nourish this giant magic array!

"Such a magic array...you, when did you create it?!"

Weber's face was filled with terror. He grabbed Eunice's collar and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

"If I have the chance to give an acceptance speech, I will thank Simon profusely... He's a terrible informant."

Yonivore's tone was playful, and the roles of hunter and prey were completely reversed!

The next thing to "collapse" is not the church members, but the ground.

To be precise, it's the "fuel" on the ground—monster remains, tattered armor, broken weapons...

The blood gushing from Weber's throat silenced his shout, and even "taking a step" seemed so far away.

The church members who came with him activated their Holy Light Shields and rushed toward the magic circle node, but in the blink of an eye they were crushed into blood mist by the invisible disintegration field!

The expressions of Vilkin and the others were completely filled with horror!

Yunevo's delay and disappearance, the "stability" runes he carelessly buried, and the bloodstains he unintentionally spilled...

Everything had already been planned out in the alchemist's mind!

The roars of the swarm of lizards mingled with the wails of the church members. Webber vomited a large amount of blood and knelt on the ground.

Barlow repeatedly rubbed the runes on the musket with his palm, as if doing so would allow him to catch his breath from the aura of everything returning to nothingness...

Byron burst out laughing, completely oblivious to the danger. "Damn it... this kid's a level five alchemist?! I've indirectly hit the jackpot again!"

Zane silently closed his eyes... made the sign of the cross on his chest, and Nolay hurriedly clutched his wand, looking at Yunevo.

Fear and reverence swirled within her heart at the still-standing figure in black robes.

That task... might be entrusted to Yonivore.

Eunice scooped up a handful of mud and casually smeared it on Weber's face. "How was it? The final chorus before the curtain falls, wasn't it?"

"You're a madman, you can't escape either... you and your teammates can't escape either..."