The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

The sky over Hart City has never been so clear.

The merciless sunlight shone on the barren earth, causing even the priests, dressed in deep red robes and standing amidst the ruins, to blush.

The old dormitory building in Tircol, or more accurately, the building "sacrificed for art", only retains the lingering "artistic aftertaste" of the high-concentration magic source explosion.

It actually smells like burning.

Behind the priests, the paladins stood in neat rows, but remained silent as if trembling with fear…

Even the usually arrogant warhorses buried their heads in the ground, though there were hardly any surviving blades of grass.

"Lord Uriel, the entire underground facility has been reduced to ashes..."

"Magic Source Core... Research Data..."

A paladin knelt on one knee, almost burying his head in his chest, and reported in a trembling voice—he was a poor wretch who had been captured by some priest, no one knew.

The tall figure with his back to the crowd was Bishop Uriel, the direct person in charge of the "materialization of God" project in Hart City.

He didn't speak, but instead extended his left hand, gloved with pure white, from beneath his bright red and gold-trimmed robe, picked up a smear of scorched earth, and gently sniffed it.

"That level of explosion wasn't caused by conventional explosives..." Uriel stared intently at the hole created by the explosion, his voice eerily calm.

"It's the work of an alchemist... a very skillful one."

"Then, what about divinity?"

"Missing..." The paladin pressed his head to the ground, his voice growing fainter and fainter.

"No trace of the 'divinity' was found at the scene, nor was there a body. She... was taken away by the intruder."

Click.

The paladin's head was crushed along with the mithril fragments in Uriel's hand, turning into dust that scattered in the wind.

"Those who neglect their duties shall all be treated as heretics."

They took it away...

A bunch of items? A bunch of gold coins?

neither.

That was a divine status that they had spent decades of effort and countless "consumables" to stabilize!

That is the Church's ultimate trump card for controlling the truth and completely dominating the world!

Now you're telling me your house was ransacked... and people were killed...

The little cabbage that they couldn't bear to hit, couldn't bear to scold, and went to great lengths to coax and pamper had its pot taken away by someone else?!

"That damned alchemist..."

Uriel's calm face almost contorted as he felt his blood rush to his head, and his face turned bright red.

A terrifying surge of magical energy suddenly erupted from him, causing the other followers to retreat in disarray, and several apprentice knights were even sent flying into the distance.

"Pass down the order: activate the highest-level 'Heretical Inquisition'..."

"No, no... gather evidence first," Uriel's eyes were bloodshot, his voice like a beast's growl, "and when the time is right, request it directly from the main church..."

"Alchemist Extermination Order!"

He stood up and looked at the followers behind him.

"Now... seal off Hart City. Even if it causes chaos, we must capture him alive and extract a confession, understand?"

"And that 'divinity,' since it doesn't belong to the church... let's destroy it and create an obedient one."

……

"Wow..." In the top-floor office of the Mage Association, Yunefu was taking in the whole scene through a quiet orchid.

Iseria sat obediently beside him, idly poking at a crystal ball that was flying around her with her finger.

At his desk, Norton Rhine's hand holding the coffee cup trembled slightly. In front of him lay a stack of blood-stained files, the evidence clear and unmistakable.

"This is called... a small gift, nothing more?" Norton casually flipped through a few files, and just glancing at the contents made his heart skip a beat.

"Are you sure you didn't dig up someone's ancestral grave?"

Yunevo covered Iselia's ears and shrugged.

"There are children here... I only did some 'artistic embellishment' and then rid the people of a scourge."

"This evidence is too weighty to be presented anytime soon," Norton sighed.

"Speaking of which, the church shouldn't be a monolithic entity, right? It's more like two associations..."

Yunevo gestured toward the file and released his hands from covering Iseria's ears.

“Indeed, the ‘conservatives’ advocate maintaining the existing theocratic system, while the ‘reformers’ led by the Pope argue that…fading miracles need to be controlled and reproduced by humans.” Norton gave Yonivo an appreciative look.

"You need to evacuate as soon as possible; the church has already begun to blockade Hart City..."

"I know," Yunevo patted Iselia's head, and she pouted in dissatisfaction, lightly punching Yunevo's shoulder.

That's why I rushed over to collect my payment.

Seeing this, Norton's lips twitched. How could this little girl look like a "hostage" kept by his side?

At least this pig didn't steal his own cabbage.

He took out a crystal box from the locked drawer. The outer shell was engraved with sealing runes, and sharp wind pressure was emanating from the gaps.

A translucent tendon, shimmering with a blue light, floats slowly within it.

Rough, wild muscle lines came into view... These were not the kind of muscles that ordinary monsters could possess, let alone the explosive energy they contained.

"Then let's borrow the space," Yunevo's eyes lit up as he took the box and walked outside.

"Iseria, just wait for me here."

"Oh..." Iselia nodded obediently, her attention drawn to yet another glowing ornament.

……

Inside the advanced magic source laboratory built into the Mage Association, Yunevra covered a completely opaque screen, biting his finger to trace a bloody and twisted displacement array.

Considering that this time he was replacing an organ with that of a high-level demon... he even placed two Wind Demon Source Crystals to stabilize the potentially uncontrollable violent energy.

start up!

Wait, something feels off!

The Achilles tendon dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Yunefu's forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat!

It felt like having your entire nerve slowly pulled out through a wound without anesthesia!

The pain was even more intense, like tiny blades of wind entering the blood vessels, where they were frantically ripping everything in their path!

The lizard's liver was working frantically! The forces of regeneration and destruction collided within its body... eventually forming a delicate balance, and the pain subsided.

A bluish mark appeared on his ankle, as if it had formed naturally.

Organ replacement completed

[Newly added non-human organ: Achilles tendon]

[New Activable Skill: Oak Skin]

[New Passive Skill: Leg Enhancement]

[Warning: Body's rejection capacity is running low]

[Recommendation: Search for relevant non-human organs to expand capacity, in order to unlock more Flesh Ascension slots]

"Organs that can bring more capacity... bones? Or cores that can be directly inserted?" Yunevo scratched his head and browsed the system encyclopedia.

He slightly lifted his foot and felt a burst of energy rising in his calf!

The next moment, a gentle source of wind magic gathered at the Achilles tendon, and Yunefu felt his surroundings blur...

He practically became a blur, "flashing" to Norton's office!

"You've come back just in time..." Norton had just withdrawn his hand from handing out a letter and looked at Eunicev, his tone grave.

"Starmok, the city of a thousand towers for mages, is the only pure land on the continent that the power of the church cannot corrupt."

"This letter will guarantee you a place to stay after you enter the city. Take care."

Iseria jumped off the sofa, naturally took Yonivo's outstretched hand, and asked softly.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to a place where you can see more of the 'real' reality."

As night fell, a large number of church guards carrying lanterns appeared on the streets of Hart City. Norton opened the secret passage in his office and stepped aside to make way.

"Take care, Congressman Norton. If necessary... you may consider contacting the Royer family, who are accomplices."

"Yonev, will there be fireworks there?" Iseria shook the two of them holding hands.

"Without a doubt."