The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

"No... the sand is so big that even we can't see clearly," Yunefu frowned. This [sandstorm] is really unreasonable, attacking everyone indiscriminately.

"Then... what do we do?" Iseria tilted her head, a sudden glint of inspiration in her eyes: "Use the magic shuttle! It's been so many days, that thing must have repaired itself by now!"

"Magic shuttle..." Yunefu pinched his cheek.

Indeed, they are now in a similar situation to when they first entered the Morse Desert, both pressed for time and needing a clear path and direction.

The magic shuttle is even faster than the [Gale Rush], and its built-in compass allows them to reach the center of the battlefield more quickly...

Arrive at that place where even the fragments of the undying firewood are pulsating.

"Then let's throw another handful of sand and give them another halftime break!" Yunefu said, quickly retrieving the restored magic shuttle from his storage bag and calling out, "Iserlia, come up here!"

The magic shuttle, the engine of this modern magical artifact, roared across the battlefield!

People in ancient times had never seen such a product before, especially with Yonivore's special modifications...

They almost all regarded it as a steel monster awakened by the war, beginning to devour large amounts of magical energy, and gathering momentum to launch an attack!

"Yonev... something is approaching," Iseria said, gently nudging the black-robed alchemist in front of her from the co-pilot's seat of the magic shuttle.

"I know..." the latter replied, because the [Unquenchable Sand Fragment] encasing the heart was beating even more violently!

The magic shuttle is getting closer and closer to the center of the battlefield.

Right in the heart of the raging sandstorm, a powerful and pure force was rapidly breaking through the sand and fog, rushing toward the magic shuttle!

That throbbing...

"Could it be... the Holy Remains?" A thought flashed through Yunefu's mind. Indeed, if placed here... in the past of Zelharan, the Holy Remains could indeed have appeared in its full glory.

However, we still cannot make such a hasty decision, especially if there is a relic in its prime at this time...

Its power should be enough to stop this conflict.

This... contradicts the reason for requesting help.

The next moment, the sandstorm split open.

Without any warning, it was as if it had been cleaved in two in an instant by some divine weapon.

A figure slowly emerged from the crack.

A look of unprecedented astonishment flashed across Yunevo's eyes. He abruptly pulled the control stick to a stop, placing the magic shuttle horizontally in front of the figure.

"Get out of the car, Iseria... It seems we still have to overcome one more hurdle," Yunev pulled open the back seat of the magic shuttle, took Iseria's hand, and helped her tighten her mask.

Then, the black-robed alchemist began to scrutinize the approaching figure.

This being was about two and a half meters tall, wearing a set of dark gold heavy armor that covered its entire body, with pale patterns as embellishments. The whole outfit was a combination of black, white and gold, making it majestic and imposing.

Each piece of its armor shimmered with a moist luster, and the seams emitted a faint golden light.

The intricate runes connected end to end, forming a faintly visible circular field in the air.

This is a pyrometallic artifact.

But it was completely different from the sacred remains that exuded the aura of demons...

In addition, the rumors I had heard in Zehrhalan made the appearance of the demonic remains seem more in line with the legend.

Protected by the sandstorm, the demonic remains were considered sacred because their appearance was obscured by the golden sand.

The murderous monster reveals its true form and unleashes its carnage.

the most important is……

A wisp of soul resides within the body of the holy remains.

"Who...are you?"

There was no reply from beneath the armor; it moved with extremely steady steps, its dark red silk and gold-threaded cloak fluttering in the wind.

It stood facing the two, sword held horizontally, its head bowed, wearing a closed helmet shaped like a giant dragon's head and a mask.

Behind the king who ruled the battlefield, the merchants who had been in a panic miraculously regained their composure at this moment!

The weariness and fear in their eyes were completely washed away by the joy of "hope" at this moment!

But the armor seemed to have sensed something, and instead of drawing its sword to strike...

He clenched his fist at his chest and gave a knightly salute.

Yonivore's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before he could react, the armored figure reached out and grabbed at the air, and a sand-made heavy sword materialized in its hand!

"Yonev...it, its emotions are complicated," Iseria whispered behind the black-robed alchemist.

"Complex?"

"Nostalgia, and hostility," the pale-haired girl was also confused by these two emotions.

“But this is our first meeting with it,” Yonivo also prepared for battle. “As for the hostility… there are plenty of reasons to explain it.”

The Chronicles of Zehrhalan once mentioned that the Ancient Church was in a period of extremely greedy expansion at this time, frantically plundering all traces of "ancient power" in this desert—if I'm not mistaken, that refers to the suit of armor in front of us.

And he, a guy who suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, operating a strange metal machine, and emanating a power from his body that was the same as that of the ancient armor...

He was practically the "experiment leader" or "thief" who deserved to be beheaded.

"Listen, we're not here to..." Yonivore attempted a final attempt to communicate.

But the Sand Armor didn't give him that chance.

Its movements were so fast that they exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive; a dark golden afterimage flashed by, followed by a deafening crash!

boom--!

The giant sword slammed into the ground, carving a deep furrow into the grass!

Yunevo reacted quickly, pulling Iseria away from the attack, but was still forced to grit his teeth amidst the violent shock, trying to suppress the discomfort coming from his internal organs.

"Damn it...you're deaf too," Yonivo's voice turned cold.

Since communication is ineffective, I can only act according to my own logic.

If the other party doesn't understand what reason is, then he certainly knows some physics.

"It's that duel between knights again... Iserlia, protect yourself," Yunevo patted the head of the pale-haired girl and gave her careful instructions.

The armor before him, also holding a greatsword horizontally, was as ancient, stubborn, and unyielding as the desert itself.

The effects of the "dust storm" have gradually dissipated.

The merchants, as if they had found a pillar of support, gradually began to gravitate towards it...

Meanwhile, on the periphery, the guards and church priests were constantly trying to break into the center of the battlefield in order to see the two opposing figures.

One of them asked, somewhat puzzled, "When did our reinforcements arrive?"

Everyone was silent, but they all knew...

When the leaders of both sides are fighting one-on-one, it's best not to resort to any other underhanded tactics.