The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

A sickening grinding sound came from the joints of the armor, and the distinctively monstrous "Holy Remains" raised its head.

The face remained empty, but Yunevo discerned its intention—"sniffing." Clearly, this "holy remains" was using a method of detection unknown to the two to conduct the final "identification process."

The driving force behind all of this is pure to the extreme...

Obsession.

In the various taverns of Zelharan... the "unfinished business" passed down by word of mouth among the drinkers.

So what exactly is this "holy remains"?

Monsters, or a collection of obsessions?

Yonivore looked at the "Holy Remains" struggling to get up.

It took another step forward with some uncertainty, raised its slightly trembling arm, and then struggled to lift its five fingers, which had long since turned into a cloud of black mist.

Blue and white etheric elements surged from its open palm, carrying the emotions of a long-awaited reunion... and joyfully returned to Iseria's side.

"The little 'ethers'...are they telling us, 'Long time no see'?" Iseria gripped the black-robed alchemist's wrist tightly, her voice full of doubt.

In Iseria's view, the "little aether" that had been with her from beginning to end never included the portion that flowed out from the "holy remains".

He felt like a familiar stranger to her.

Iseria looked at the "holy remains," at the hideous marks on its chest from being repeatedly pierced by sharp weapons.

A sound similar to a sigh echoed.

The empty face of the "Holy Remains" seemed to have eyes. It looked at Iseria, then at Yunevo, and a gaze called "expectation" fell undisguisedly on the black-robed alchemist.

Eunha's calm heart began to pound violently again...

Not only that, [Breaking the Law Bone] was trembling, and [Swift Wind Achilles Tendon] was also twitching at the same time...

The "Holy Remains" were looking at the pieced-together miracle, the "miracle" from their memories.

Under that empty gaze, Yunevo felt every demonic organ in his body cherish this hard-won reunion with an old friend!

Even though... I have never met this "holy remains".

The "sacred remains" moved again. The grinding sound of the joints, like "rusted gears," was gone, replaced by the clanging sound of metal colliding with each other. It sounded particularly abrupt in the silent environment, and there was even an almost uncontrollable excitement mixed in with the movement.

But the movement abruptly stopped, as if taking another step would mean certain death. It bent down slightly and looked at Iseria.

"It said it would never forget this feeling... even after so many years have passed," Iseria understood the meaning of the "Holy Remains" and responded to the "pleading" gaze directed at her.

The pale-haired girl was trying to capture the fragments of consciousness floating in the air with her small "ether," and as the narrator of the story, she was gently telling it to Eunice.

"It said... the raging sandstorm swept away the last group of merchants, and buried hatred and the past."

"It...can't forget those nameless cenotaphs."

The image flashed through their minds...

The relentless sandstorm carried the seeds of those plants, sowing them on the corpses of one victim after another.

The plants take root in the marrow of the victims, drawing nourishment from every drop of flesh and blood, and slowly grow, until finally... they bloom into blood-red flowers in this desert.

A rapid camel bell sound came from afar, and merchants carrying torches rushed from one end of the desert, their faces hurried and their bodies covered in sand.

"Are they still chasing after us...?" A middle-aged merchant carrying spices asked in a hoarse voice, his voice tinged with lingering fear.

He dared not look back any longer, and continued to move forward with his weary companions, heads bowed...

The scene gradually sank downwards, buried in the yellow sand.

"I couldn't see..." the "holy remains" slowly spoke, its eerie voice sounding like the dying lament of a thousand people.

It gazed at Yunefu for a long time, the hideousness on its chest bursting forth with dark purple demonic energy from the wound, which then transformed into a faint... signpost pointing deep into the ruins.

"You... want us to bring those people out, right?" Yunevo pinched his cheek.

The "Holy Remains" remained silent for a moment, then looked at the gradually solidifying "phantom" of the caravan indicated by the road sign before slowly speaking: "As long as... as long as we can witness them crossing that boundary..."

"This path no longer leads to death..."

The hand bound with tattered armor of the "Holy Relic" rose again, pointing with difficulty to the badge pinned to Yunevo's chest, its movement carrying an unspeakable reverence and plea.

"Avoid those 'shadows' scorched by the sun, avoid those 'white robes,' we...we must...send them to Hart City."

"Old friend... I beg you," it said with a sense of relief, its aura dimming slightly, yet it remained kneeling before the two for a long time.

Yonivore found all of this very strange, but one thought kept swirling in his mind—to agree to it.

He himself was startled by the thought; the black-robed alchemist had already encountered enough bizarre events along the way…

And perhaps, this is the end—a promise to the "Holy Remains".

"But... what if I refuse?" the black-robed alchemist suddenly changed the subject.

He is not the kind of person who would be blinded by a sense of "fate"; weighing the pros and cons is what he should consider first.

The "holy remains" didn't say a word, but simply knelt quietly on the sand, as if it were calming its breath.

"Yonev..." Iselia said softly.

"Quiet, Iseria," Yunevo interrupted the pale-haired girl, ruffling her long hair.

"It really is you... As expected of you..." The "Holy Remains" slowly spoke, and an inhuman laugh seemed to come from nowhere. "You will accept it... After all, you told me this yourself."

Yunevo frowned.

Did I tell the "Holy Relic" that I would accept this request?

Tsk, if the possibility really exists...

Eunerv said nothing, but simply tried to pull the "Holy Remains" up.

But it was like trying to pick up a handful of sand; he got nothing at all.

The "Holy Remains" remained kneeling there, as if Yonivore had not touched anything.

He looked at the "holy remains" and watched the purple patterns on its body gradually fade.

Let's go see what that damned "mission" is all about, what it is that's worth this tattered armor exhausting all its savings to wait here.

"You calculated it very accurately, I'll take it..." Yonivo finally said.

That handover, which was a century overdue... seems to be continuing once again at this moment.