The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

"Why are you running?" Yunefu tilted his head, a slightly "cute" gesture that now seemed eerie.

"Do you think I'd get hit by my own fountain?"

With ample fuel, the patterns on the ground burst forth with an even more dazzling scarlet color.

Byron's shield, which had split in two, began to peel off fine iron filings. Not only his shield, but also Barlow's musket, Wilkins' armor... and even the entire "Colosseum".

"Yonev! Stop—" Virgin's voice was drowned out by Nolay's even louder scream.

She witnessed the entire process of the pastor's complete disintegration.

The skin shattered into dust first, revealing bright red muscle fibers. Then the muscles turned into mist, exposing the stark white bones and the internal organs they protected...

Disintegration, not decomposition, Yonivore expressed his heartfelt gratitude for the higher education he had received in his previous life.

"Holy Light! I beg you—" Several paladins gathered together, raising their swords high. Before the holy light could form a shield, it vanished along with the caster.

"No! No, please—"

"Lord Uriel! Save us!"

The wails were brief but continuous, and Webber's twelve "Purifiers" were effortlessly reduced to a mist of blood spreading through the air.

"Unfortunately, my understanding of the laws is lacking... I still can't completely kill someone like you in an instant..."

Yonivore's tone carried a hint of regret.

His right hand passed straight through Webber's phantom left arm, the cut was perfectly smooth, as if Webber had never grown a left arm at all...

In this hell on earth, Webber gritted his trembling teeth, trying to force a smile, but his lips twitched uncontrollably.

"You think you've won? Look at your teammates..."

Yoniv's smile remained unchanged as he quickly scanned each person's face.

Vilkin took a step back, his hand gripping the runic longsword trembling—fear gripped by this phenomenon far beyond his experience.

Zain repeatedly made the sign of the cross on his chest, constantly reciting prayers and asking for forgiveness for everything that was happening before him.

Nolay, clutching his wand and huddled in a ball, had tears welling in his eyes and gagged, covering his mouth; the boisterous Byron gaped, and Barlow's gaze was complex...

"Look! They're afraid of you!" Weber laughed maniacally.

"They're afraid of you, they doubt you... doubt that you'll treat them the same way someday!"

"There's a reason you call your teammates 'expendable resources'," Yonivo said calmly.

People may be terrified by such a terrible sight... but they will never doubt the alchemist who created miracles for them and was repeatedly seriously injured.

Even in the collapse, there is still a certain conservation principle that it follows, and Yunev had already begun collecting the "characteristics" of each squad member... as a filter to be eliminated during the collapse.

[Acquired new organ: root receptacle]

[New Activable Skill: Oak Skin]

"No...it's impossible..." Weber's eyes dimmed; he couldn't understand...

Why don't these people question or run away? They are just shocked and uncomfortable, but without a single doubt!

Eunice reached out and grabbed Weber by the throat, smiling slightly.

"You see, you never understood the meaning of 'comrade' until you died."

"Furthermore, this is the price for the attack on me that day."

A mouthful of acid was casually and precisely spat into Weber's throat.

White smoke rose, mingling with the stench of burning flesh and blood. Webber let out a half-scream; his trachea, his internal organs…

They all turned into melting wax figures at this moment.

Faced with extreme pain and impending death, Weber, as if in a final burst of energy, swung his right arm!

The gauntlets shimmered with a dim, holy light, a final swan song, as they hurtled toward Yonivore's throat!

clang!

The sound was not like flesh being torn apart at all, but rather like the force of striking an ancient tree. The shock alone broke Webber's finger!

He grabbed a human's throat with his iron gauntlet... but sparks flew!?

Who the hell can I complain to?!

The acid was still corroding Weber, and the chilling despair overwhelmed his last shred of will to live, leaving only his body twitching unconsciously after his nerves were destroyed.

Yunefu released his grip, took a half step back, and the light of the collapsing array dissipated just in time, a gentle breeze ruffling his black robes.

"That's... awesome," Byron murmured as he came to his senses.

"Come on, help each other over..." Yunefu patted the dirt off his clothes and waved to the crowd.

"It's time to divide the spoils."

Barlow rose with a dagger in his hand and plunged it through a gap in Weber's armor—to share the consequences of killing a Templar Knight.

Byron blinked, burst into laughter, and slammed the tattered shield away...

Longswords, daggers, magic wands... all left their marks inside the silent suit of armor.

Of course, this is definitely not a "spur of poetry".

It's more like a silent declaration, proving that these two teams, which had once been scattered across the country, are now heading towards the same destination.

Yonivore pulled out a list of those to be cleansed and handed it to Barlow, gently patting him on the shoulder. "My condolences. Bap has perished."

Barlow shook his head and said in a low voice, "I've always known, I just wanted to see it with my own eyes."

Yoniv nodded slightly, dividing up everyone's spoils as the "leader".

"Vilkin, Nolay... In addition to the raw materials for the potion, two records of corruption related to the Hart City branch church will also be sent to you."

"This will help your background...give you an edge when dealing with the church."

In this thrilling hunt, everyone got what they truly needed.

Whether it's Nolay's self-affirmation, Wilkins's new ideas, or Zane's faith...

In less than three days, everyone was able to undergo a complete transformation.

……

"Yonev!"

As the group parted ways, Nolay called out softly to the former, and the other four, their ears twitching, quickened their pace in unison.

What's going on? Yonivo stopped abruptly, his usually calm face showing a look of bewilderment for the first time.

Oh no! He looked at the four people who were walking further and further away, but kept turning back... and then at Nolay, who was standing in front of him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"There's something I'd like to ask you."

Yunevo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"To be precise, it's my father... Norton Rhine, who has a request!"

"I know you alchemists always adhere to the principle of equivalent exchange... so prices and materials are negotiable!"

The Mage Association is indeed wealthy and powerful... Yunefu nodded in agreement, glancing at the purple-gold invitation that Nolai had handed him, and pondered it for a moment.

"How could you monks... possibly have things that are inconvenient for you to do?" He suddenly felt the invitation in his hand become exceptionally heavy.

"church?"

Noley nodded, pursing her lips.

"Then I'll take it."