The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

This was not the end of it; Uriel's deep purple eyes, brimming with rage, were still fixed on the entire battlefield.

Yunevo shook off the metal shards, or perhaps the blood of the Purifiers, from his hands, glanced at the dim obelisk, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The remaining remnants of the army were simply routed and defeated by the mage squad's attrition...

But it seems the threat doesn't stop there; at least during the attack, one person remained in a state of "observation" and detachment.

"Rednas, right?" Yunevo looked at the female Templar Knight who hadn't made a move from beginning to end.

The latter nodded slightly, stood beneath a relatively intact obelisk, placed his hands on the hilt of the greatsword stuck in the ground, and replied, "Yonev."

"Given the church's style...shouldn't you be running away by now?"

"I have things I stand for."

Before she finished speaking, a blurry figure appeared beside her—it was Uriel.

The gilded patterns on the deep red bishop's robe shimmered. He paid no attention to his subordinates, but instead looked directly at the black-robed alchemist.

"A masterful disguise, isn't it? You concealed the energy signature of your ability's activation with a faint fluctuation of magic power... causing me to misjudge the suppressive force of the anti-magic stone on you."

Yunevo shrugged noncommittally; lingering blue magic still clung to his legs, appearing deliberate and shallow.

After hunting the Iron Core Ancient Tree, he began to think that the later the secret of his "Flesh and Blood Ascension" was revealed, the better...

Therefore, he used the most basic magic and the most exquisite magic source guidance techniques to cover up the internal fluctuations during each organ operation.

"But there are always flaws in a disguise. Your fluctuations are too regular, too deliberate... And those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see clearly," the purple-haired bishop laughed. "Rednas, execute the second plan."

It seems that Uriel wasn't much smarter—he still categorized the abilities of organs as "tricks and gimmicks" in the realm of magic.

Is it possible to stop all of this simply by increasing the power of the anti-magic field?

It's utterly ridiculous.

The female Templar Knight lifted her visor, her body stiffening for a moment. "Your Excellency, the backup node requires a living sacrifice, and the current number of survivors is clearly insufficient..."

"Your life, your faith, weren't they all preserved until this moment for the sake of God?" Uriel's tone was completely flat. "Or is it that you have reservations about your loyalty to God?"

The wind began to howl across the plains, sweeping across the ravaged battlefield and stirring up a wave of bloodshed...

The shouts and panicked cries of the Purifiers came from the other side, indicating that Olivia's three squads were in grave danger.

The female Templar Knight sighed, forcing out a helpless whisper from her chest: "As the divine decree will be obeyed..."

"Come on, alchemist... you should know this isn't a personal grudge," she said, drawing her greatsword, the blade kicking up a cloud of mud.

"Now it is," Yunefu stretched and assumed a fighting stance.

"I... have reasons to insist," Rednas said, her sword tip pointing straight at Yunevo's throat.

"Okay, no problem... I understand," Yunefu smiled, his feet still imbued with fake blue magic.

Battle is imminent!

Ledernas's eyes sharpened, and with a sweeping, powerful sword strike, enveloped in holy light, she attacked Yunefu!

The pebbles on the ground suffered an undeserved fate, being directly pulverized by the sword's edge. The female Templar Knight subtly withdrew her strength—after all, it could all be attributed to Yunevo's overly strange actions.

The latter was cooperating with her performance. His dodge with [Swift Wind Rush] tore the hem of his clothes with the whistling sword energy, and the surge of magic power during [Slam] was even stronger, as if Yunevo was forced to use his full strength!

The two fought their way from the center to the edge, mud flying and sword energy crisscrossing... The two streaks of light, blue and white, were tightly intertwined, and for a moment it was impossible to tell who was stronger!

The crystal projecting Uriel was shattered by Yunevo's fist, enraging the bishop of Hart City. He slammed his fist on the table and was forced to activate the communication crystal: "Rednas, what are you waiting for?"

The female Templar Knight quickly withdrew, slightly panting, "Your Excellency... now? Then I might even lose my soul—"

“Every believer should dedicate themselves to God,” Uriel interrupted. “Now is the time when God needs you.”

"...I understand," Rednas said, raising her sword above her head and looking at Yunevo with her deep blue eyes.

The combat skill [Self-Sacrifice] sacrifices one's own life force, or even soul, to gain power that surpasses one's own limits for a short period of time.

Her figure blurred in the focused holy light, leaving only the sharp edge of the greatsword appearing even more fierce!

But Yonivore isn't stupid, so he naturally wouldn't wait for others to build up their strength and unleash the second stage—even if it's just acting, he has to act it out completely, right?

Therefore, the power of the [Slam] was unleashed from the right fist without reservation!

The light emanating from the fist abruptly changed direction the instant it touched Rednas's face, channeling its incredibly violent energy into the core of the anti-magic field!

Leednas bit her tongue to rouse herself, and taking advantage of Yunevo's momentum, swung her greatsword in a circle and smashed it straight down into the core underground!

Then, she simply destroyed her own magical energy channels temporarily!

The unclaimed, overflowing magical power leaked out in an instant, guided by Rednas's greatsword and poured into the ground...

The base at the center of the formation erupted with an even more dazzling purplish-black light!

The remains of six obelisks rose up, and even the sacred runes on the ground twisted and came to life, converging back to the base...

The anti-magic field was forcibly activated to a level beyond its limit, yet it was like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse!

Rednas suddenly covered her mouth and coughed violently. As "fuel," she knelt on one knee, and blood seeped from the gaps in her armor.

"Your Excellency... I have not failed you..."

Uriel was silent for a moment, then said with satisfaction, "God will not forget your contributions..."

"You've proven that the anti-magic stone can't suppress him at all, very good..."

"So... let me clean up this mistake myself."

Suddenly, the communication crystal at Rednas's waist burst open with a crimson light. Uriel... was somehow sending a clone of himself to this place through the communication crystal!

The outline of the crimson bishop's robe gradually became clear, and the substantial pressure of the magical source almost caused the air in the environment to suddenly drop!

Rednas's pupils contracted sharply.

Uriel's voice echoed throughout the entire battlefield...

"Game over, alchemist."

"Let's talk face-to-face about your new way of dying..."