The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

"That guy has left the city."

The plains were calm, and the church's camp was no longer as loosely set up as it had been at the beginning.

Six massive obelisks made of anti-magic stone were driven deep into the ground, their dark, gleaming metallic runes solidifying into chains.

This nearly half-square-kilometer hexagonal area was even covered with sacred runes that suppressed the flow of demonic energy.

Holy runes are nothing more than a variation of alchemical runic writing. We should thank those traitors who went to the church, shouldn't we?

The air seemed to freeze, and even the slightest ripple of magical energy was forcefully suppressed...

No one except members of the church can cast spells here.

Two Templar Knights clad in heavy silver armor stood atop the obelisk, gazing at Starmock in the distance like statues.

Behind them... were two priests, Huijie, chanting softly to maintain the activity of the holy symbols.

In addition, there are thirty well-trained Cleanseers behind the cover... This configuration is enough to surround and kill an unsuspecting seventh-tier mage squad.

The crossbow bolt was silently loaded, and the short knife was poised to be drawn, awaiting the prey's arrival.

In the center of the tent, a small communication array flickered with an unstable glow, and the image of Uriel's deep red bishop's robe with gold trim appeared.

He remained with his back to the crowd, his voice coming through the magic circle, carrying an undisguised sense of indifference: "Losers should be treated as heretics."

"Understood, Your Excellency!"

"We have completed the setup of the anti-magic stone array as you instructed. Here... they are nothing more than a few grasshoppers hopping around."

"Ha, a grasshopper? Your negligence back then brought more than just a hopping insect..." Uriel sneered.

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare," the third Templar Knight in charge didn't dare say more, but silently lowered his head even further.

"Don't dare? I think you'd be more than brave..." Uriel turned slightly, his gaze falling on the invisible, magic-suppressing dome outside the tent. "Do you think that once the magic-suppressing stone is activated, that alchemist will be at your mercy just like last time?"

The camp was silent, and the priests' low chanting had also subsided considerably.

"How did the Ironcore Ancient Tree die? How was the Tirkol Laboratory blown up?" Uriel's voice was unhurried. "He was adept at using the environment, adept at using others' strength against them... How can you assume that he wasn't thinking about how to use these things against you?"

"His abilities must rely on some form of energy that we have not yet discovered, but... in the realm of absolute 'nothingness,' he simply cannot find a source of power."

Sister Olivia couldn't help but speak up, then looked at the Templar Knight who was pretending to be deaf and dumb, frowning in displeasure.

"Hmph...no leverage?" Uriel repeated, his tone even more sarcastic. "Olivia, then tell me...how did he manage to replace his internal organs under the influence of the anti-magic stone mark in such a short time?"

"Fools, don't use your limited understanding to define him as a 'slightly clever alchemist.' He's walking... a completely unknown path."

He paused, the image becoming clearer: "Remember these three points..."

"First, his physical recovery ability is extremely strong, allowing him to conserve his strength and kill with a single blow."

"Second, he possesses a highly corrosive acid; avoid direct combat with him."

Uriel's voice suddenly turned cold, as if reciting an ironclad rule: "Third, do not give him any time or opportunity to set up those damned alchemical arrays, nor let him observe or understand... your arrays and the principles of magic suppression."

"Once he steps into the trap... use every means at your disposal, in the purest and most violent way, to crush him completely, understand?" His voice echoed throughout the camp.

"Understood!" the crowd responded in unison, a chilling atmosphere filling the entire camp.

Uriel nodded slightly: "I will continue to observe all of this... for the coming of my God."

"For the glory of my God!"

Uriel vanished from the communication array, the paladins gripped their greatswords and shields tightly, and the priests' chanting returned to its soaring heights...

The leading Templar Knight slowly raised his head, walked out of the tent, and sighed.

"For the sake of the gods" has never been an excuse for waging war.

The existence of "gods" is only to give those in despair... a hope to rely on, a hope to live on.

it's time.

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The cultists who were lying in ambush there had no belief that Yonivore would create another miracle in this carefully arranged field of death.

Even though Uriel repeatedly warned them to be careful...

Could it be that this alchemist could... do something completely unrelated to supernatural powers?

While halting the Templars' charge and withstanding the Holy Word suppression of Priest Huijie...

How could they possibly have the leisure to dodge the combined attack from all sides, including thirty Cleansers?

Time passed in a tense silence.

A figure in black robes emerged from the horizon, his steps steady and unhurried.

The sunlight falling on him made him appear even more profound.

The visitor was none other than Yonivore.

Alone.

The rest of them slithered into the shadows, becoming lurking venomous snakes...

Wearing the same black robe, Iseria crossed her arms like Yunevo, her sky-blue eyes slightly narrowed, and an invisible sense swept across the entire plain.

"The area ahead... is like a black loaf of bread, hollow and hard. Those things suppress the source of magic even more than gargoyles."

Tedes nodded without saying anything more. He and the other Tide Mages behind him slammed their staffs into the ground, secretly manipulating the "water" buried deep underground.

Nehta, the ratman, with a piece of cheese dangling from his mouth, spread out several blueprints given to him by Dark... and muttered something to everyone.

They were all waiting, along with the mage squad that had penetrated even deeper behind enemy lines...

Waiting for the sound of the anti-magic barrier breaking, waiting for the clarion call of a full-scale attack.

They watched as Yonivore continued forward.

Just as Yunevo stepped one foot into the edge of the ravine concealed by sacred runes...

A deep, resounding roar erupted instantly!

The six magic-suppressing obelisks emitted a dazzling purple light!

The rune chains crackled and snapped, and a hazy, pale golden mist rose up over the entire arena!

The magic-suppressing zone is now fully activated!

The Templar Knight's gaze suddenly sharpened beneath his visor, and he mounted his horse as Pastor Huijie chanted loudly!

Holy light rose, accompanied by the rapid sound of horses' hooves, sweeping across the hexagonal battlefield...

The trap has been set!

The figure of the black-robed alchemist appeared exceptionally small amidst the overwhelming commotion.

Yet it is exceptionally eye-catching.

His face showed no surprise or doubt, and he strode forward resolutely... toward the Templar Knights who were charging toward him on horseback.

It's time to settle both old and new scores...