Mechanical Alchemist-Chapter 488 - 487: Alchemy Witnesses the Miracle of Creation

Before facing the "Hymn Witch," Maria O’Casey, Su Lun felt he had no chance of winning, mainly because he couldn’t resist her vocal range, leaving him no room to counterattack. Stay connected through novelbuddy

And, by a stroke of luck, he had managed to condense a field of laws?

In this predicament, he suddenly saw a glimmer of hope to break the situation.

What surprised him even more was that a half-finished field could actually withstand the domain of a veteran among the top ten legendary Hunters?

The feeling was bizarre, as if he had control over the life and death of all beings within a region.

But now was not the time to ponder the intricacies of domains,

Su Lun turned his attention to the ghost Miss who had suddenly floated out.

He had been so focused on the fight that he almost forgot about Pestoya.

Since he hadn’t seen her in a long time, and had never seen her use any combat abilities, Su Lun had treated her as a talkative ghost Miss.

Moreover, top-tier professionals usually don’t leave glaring weaknesses in their domains, and such a sonic domain could be deadly to spiritual bodies as well.

She had been hiding inside the rune umbrella the whole time.

Su Lun assumed she was not good at fighting and thus didn’t expect any help from her.

But obviously, Pestoya was unaffected now.

Su Lun thought he had mastered the field, and it was time to show his prowess.

However, at this point, an absurd scene unfolded.

He just watched as Pestoya floated out, then, the ghost Miss floated towards the Alchemical Holy Temple as if no one else was around.

Strangely, Maria’s stern gaze searched everywhere but seemed unable to see her.

At this point, Su Lun wasn’t too amazed yet.

He figured that since Pestoya had merged with the divine fire, it might be normal for others not to see her.

Then, the ghost Miss just casually floated into the Alchemical Holy Temple, completely unobstructed.

What followed was a mind-boggling scene!

Su Lun’s puzzled expression froze on his face.

He was astonished to find that after Pestoya entered, the spatial fluctuations in that area had completely disappeared!

Without needing to think what had happened, he watched as the ghost Miss floated out of the window holding a huge dimensional gemstone in her hand.

"She... she destroyed the spatial array?"

Seeing this, Su Lun’s eyes twitched severely as if his thoughts were stuttering.

If it was so easy to destroy, he would have teleported inside and done it himself much earlier.

That teleportation matrix was protected by top-level magical restrictions, even top-tier professionals couldn’t break it quickly!

And you just snatched the core dimensional stone like that?

It made Su Lun feel that his earlier desperate attempts to block the teleportation several times seemed... rather foolish?

But if it was so easy to break the teleportation array, why didn’t she act earlier?

...

Maria might not see Pestoya, but she could see the huge dimensional gemstone floating in midair!

This legendary Hunter knew there was a master nearby, but no matter how hard she sensed, she couldn’t find anyone.

Now, watching the teleportation array being destroyed, the dimensional gemstone "floated out."

While astonished, her eyes flickered with murderous intent like flashing lightning, as she darted towards it, trying to snatch the gemstone back.

A long-distance spatial teleportation array, especially one capable of transporting an outer god-level entity, requires a gemstone of invaluable rarity. Even the Royal Treasury of Luye couldn’t find a second such gemstone!

Seeing this, where would Su Lun allow her to have her way? With a pinch of the magician’s seals, he also teleported over immediately.

Who could outpace teleportation with mere legs?

He was the first to pocket the dimensional gemstone into his storage space.

Maria’s face changed drastically, but she knew that at this point, she had to kill the fellow in front of her first.

This legendary Hunter changed tactics, opening her mouth to sing a piercing ballad.

Su Lun knew that woman would definitely seize such an opportunity to attack, and he had initially prepared to withstand the strike head-on.

But at that moment, he discovered that the world seen through his eyes was glaringly different.

He clearly saw the "fluctuations" of the spell.

It was no longer the traceless lethal move from before; the spell created visible ripples in the air.

"Eh?"

Su Lun felt both shock and delight.

It was an extraordinary experience he had never had before.

It was as if he suddenly stood above the clouds, realizing that what he had thought of as the "sky" was merely another layer of clouds.

Reaching a certain height truly changed one’s perspective of the world.

The previously imperceptible sound waves now materialized in the form of ripples, significantly reducing their threat instantly.

But the trajectory of the gemstone theft had been anticipated, making it unavoidable.

Su Lun’s body instinctively entered a defensive state.

With a surge of his domineering energy, the black "field" around his body automatically enveloped him.

He was mentally prepared to be severely injured and knocked to the ground, but then, something unexpected happened.

"Puff," "puff," "puff"...

Several crisp sounds of his robe tearing, muscle tissues being sliced.

Su Lun stood there, looking at himself still standing, equally puzzled.

Not amazed that he was hit,

But surprised that he was still standing after being hit?

A seventh-tier spell had struck him, and he had only felt a slight sting?

Simultaneously incredulous, his eyes gleamed with vibrant spirit, and he joyfully thought, "Did I... did I just block it?!"

Being attacked by sound waves before felt like being thrown into a meat grinder, where both soul and body were crushed comprehensively, with a slight mishap leading to total disintegration.

But just then, only a few sharp notes had pierced through his domain like sharp little knives, breaking through the Rune Golden Body.

Roughly estimating, the damage reduction was over 90%!

With his current physical condition, what’s a few stabs?

Experiencing the defensive enhancements of the Death Domain for the first time felt incredible!

...

For the first time in a clash, Su Lun didn’t fall much behind, so he didn’t rush to teleport and escape.

As long as he could stand his ground, what was there to fear?

"What kind of domain have I actually grasped, that it’s so powerful?"

A thought flashed in Su Lun’s mind, but his hands didn’t slow down at all.

He no longer paid attention to that woman and had already appeared inside the Alchemical Sanctuary through a teleportation.

At that moment, in the dimly lit teleportation circle, the situation of that stele seemed somewhat awkward.

It couldn’t escape, and being just a hunk of stone without hands or feet, it couldn’t do anything against Su Lun.

The stele originally posed a deadly danger; it bore upon itself the horrific Divine Disaster Power of Faith from an Outer God.

This was a divine force that humans simply couldn’t withstand.

The closer one was, the more dangerous it became.

Even if a top professional were to come here, they would mentally collapse almost instantly under the assault of this Power of Faith upon hearing the indescribable whispers.

In this respect, it was originally imperishable by standard means.

But because of Pestoya’s reasons, this faith-based attack had no effect on Su Lun.

Now, as he looked again at this stone, his gaze gradually turned menacing.

...

Just as Su Lun approached the stele, a frantic warning from the Dawn members came through the communicator.

"Be careful, those followers of the Outer God are going crazy and are trying to break out recklessly!"

"The Outer God is showing abnormalities, it seems like it’s going to go all out!"

"Su Lun, it’s probably targeting you, be careful!"

"..."

It wasn’t just the followers, the true body of the tentacled Sea Giant was also going all out.

It had already been surrounded and since it had no advantage, it had mostly been defensive, trying to wear down Master Pierre.

But now, with its divine object threatened, it had no choice but to go all out.

At that moment, the battle truly reached its most intense phase.

Su Lun knew he couldn’t delay, drew his Dragon-slaying Dagger, and aimed to strike the stele.

Unexpectedly, a sudden burst of red light emerged from the stele, forming a Magic Shield that prevented Su Lun from getting close.

The Outer God was using its last resort to prevent humans from approaching.

This was not just a Magic Shield, but a protective layer of highly dense Power of Faith, impenetrable even to teleportation!

And with the sharpness of the Dragon-slaying Dagger being purely physical, it demanded close proximity; Su Lun frowned deeply upon seeing this.

Before he could think of a way to break through, at that moment, the several hundred residents inside the sanctuary again turned their blank stares his way and opened their mouths to sing.

Su Lun had learned before that this song was a powerful spell, and it was dangerous to listen to.

He also guessed that Maria O’Casey brought these civilians here, probably with the intention of moral kidnapping.

Followers could be killed without hesitation

But these innocent civilians were mostly elderly people, children, pregnant women...

Anyone with a bit of rationality would hesitate to strike.

In high-level professional confrontations, even a moment’s hesitation is a fatal flaw.

Or perhaps, killing them would also trigger some kind of evil magic trap?

Su Lun had already thought through several possibilities before.

The best response was to ignore them.

But if he ignored them, these people would start "singing."

Su Lun thought of a compromise between killing and not killing.

As these people were about to start singing, he stretched out a hand and with an empty grasp, strands of invisible threads appeared at his fingertips, instantly spreading throughout the sanctuary.

These were ordinary people, the threads easily pierced their skin, like strands of silver needles piercing their nervous systems, depriving their nerves of control over their bodies.

This move instantly paralyzed several hundred people present.

Now, even if they wanted to sing, they couldn’t open their mouths.

If you can control their minds with magic, then I can physically control their bodies.

And as Su Lun controlled the crowd, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind; he stealthily tugged on the threads, subtly adjusting several pieces of glass in the sanctuary.

The mirrors on the glass showed a distant main battlefield. There, flares made the night as bright as day, and several large figures continued to clash fiercely.

Suddenly, a piercing song burst through.

The crow on his shoulder cawed, and Su Lun’s pupils suddenly dilated; a tingling sensation of lethal danger washed over him, causing him to teleport out of the sanctuary like lightning.

Just in that instant, the room exploded, sending hundreds of bodies bursting apart, flesh flying everywhere.

The explosive power of the Corpse Explosion Technique wasn’t strong, but the flesh curiously seeped into the ground, lighting up a mysterious nine-pointed star magic circle.

...

"A blood curse from the Black Witchcraft lineage?"

Su Lun looked at the distant blood-filled sanctuary, recognizing the origin of the technique, his brow slightly furrowed.

Even from this distance, an oppressive and nauseating wicked aura hit him.

This was a curse around the eighth order.

An assessment showed that if Su Lun were to go now, he would likely turn into a puddle of pus and blood.

The sanctuary was now inaccessible.

The Outer God was trying to buy itself some final time.

As Su Lun teleported out, the crisis struck once again.

He raised his hand and four terrifying wax figures and a heap of puppets formed a protective circle around his body.

Previously, he had been unable to establish a foothold in the sound domain, which is why he had no intention of engaging in direct combat.

Now that the threat was not too deadly, he immediately entertained the idea of testing his might against this "Hymn Witch" Maria.

Since the woman’s sound domain had little effect on him, the effectiveness of other techniques was now up for debate.

The moment the puppet was summoned, a beautiful melody reached his ears, followed by another wave of expansive sound vibrations.

"Boom," "Boom," "Boom"... A series of explosions erupted.

The ordinary puppets blasted into dust.

Su Lun was not surprised.

He had only intended to test the weaknesses of puppets in combat against such professionals, planning to refine related runes later.

Even the stone gargoyles, as hard as they were, morphed like modeling clay, their silver bodies undulating.

The elemental puppets too did not maintain their corporeal form for long and dispersed into their elemental forms.

Not just the puppets, the common threads easily collapsed under the sound waves; only a few threads twisted with the domain of death remained usable.

The only puppet that remained intact was the one imbued with the complete soul of young William, crafted from wind element!

"Indeed, it can use the Domain of Wind..."

Su Lun muttered to himself.

With a seventh-tier elemental puppet at his disposal, he felt even more confident.

Though the four elemental puppets were four independent entities, their spirits were connected, supporting and regenerating each other.

Unless one was destroyed, the rest could not collapse!

Behind "young William," the shadow of the "Phantasmal Servant: Wind Witch" rose, and once the Domain of Wind opened, the entire vicinity of the sanctuary was overwhelmed with a howling wind that screamed and screeched.

The Wind Blades were omnipresent, sharp as knives.

Even Maria, formidable as a seventh-tier legend, had to be cautious against the four elemental puppets, pulling back her own domain defenses.

Su Lun then manipulated his elemental puppets, orchestrating a surround-and-attack strategy.

Being too famous had its downsides as well; all kinds of information about him were known.

Apart from her sound-based techniques, this top ten legend had another killer move: controlling sound-sensitive metal needles for assassination.

One hand controlling sound waves, the other launching needles through the brain—almost a guaranteed kill.

Unfortunately for her, Su Lun had Biang.

Old man Biang had previously followed Su Lun and had collapsed a few times too.

But now that Su Lun could stand firm, the silly bird had also smartened up, transforming into a cloak and hiding within Su Lun’s domain of death, no longer venturing out.

With it around, almost all physical attacks posed little threat.

...

Although Su Lun was temporarily safe, he couldn’t kill Maria quickly either.

As a legendary Hunter, she had endless techniques up her sleeve.

Su Lun’s puppet rankings still needed improvement. It was only after advancing to the seventh rank and understanding advanced runes that he could create higher-tier rune puppets effective against seventh ranks.

The battle between the two was intense, with constant exchanges.

Communications devices also relayed various messages; the Outer God was desperate, and the battlefield was amply moving this direction.

Su Lun also felt a headache coming on.

The situation seemed to have reached another deadlock.

Although his life was no longer in danger, likewise, that stele seemed equally unassailable.

Suddenly, he remembered Pestoya.

This spectral lady who had destroyed the teleportation array earlier had been floating beside him without taking further action.

She seemed to be enjoying a concert, her expression pleased. Perhaps she was coveting Maria’s body, contemplating in her mind how to turn her into a doll.

It must be said, Maria’s singing voice was indeed beautiful.

It was the kind that upon genuinely listening, could resonate with the soul and bring joy to body and mind.

But given the pressing circumstances, it wasn’t the time for music.

During a lull in controlling his puppets, Su Lun suddenly asked, "Pestoya, have you always been confident about dealing with this woman?"

Pestoya replied, "Yes, her sound waves don’t affect me at all."

"Then why didn’t you take action earlier?"

Su Lun’s eye twitched slightly.

After all the risks he had taken to retain the Outer God, it seemed it had initially been an easy task.

Pestoya said, "Because sister told me to wait."

"Sister said so?"

Upon hearing this, Su Lun knew there must be some hidden context.

But his expression also turned strange. This spectral lady had no physical objects, not even clothes except those illusionary ones, let alone a communicator. When did she speak?

Guessing his thoughts, Pestoya straightforwardly said, "I sensed that sister wanted it this way."

Su Lun: "Telepathy?"

Pestoya blinked, "Yes... After merging with the Divine Fire, I can sense the thoughts of those around me. Although I’m not very skilled at it, communicating with sister is quite smooth."

As she spoke, she playfully added, "I can also sense Mr. Su Lun’s thoughts. So, you better not have some weird ideas normally."

Su Lun rolled his eyes: "..."

This ability was even more sinister than Mind Reading Technique, almost like a deity listening to the prayers of the faithful.

But hearing this, his mind whirled with activity, leading him to another thought.

From the beginning, he had felt something was off.

Facing the civilization-disaster-level Outer God, Sea Giant Clarence, if his sister’s contingency was only someone of his modest sixth rank, it seemed too frivolous.

At least, Mr. Jing’s contingency was definitely not just him.

Looking at Pestoya now, he understood everything.

Mr. Jing was probably the most experienced alchemist in this dimension when it came to battling gods.

Moreover, with not insignificant knowledge of the "Laws of Destiny," he could not have failed to anticipate that the Faith Stele might escape or the like.

A sixth order, at least Su Lun who had just failed to comprehend the domain field, was absolutely unable to stop it.

Just as this thought flashed, Peistoya seemed to read his mind and said, "I could have taken action earlier, but sister told me to delay a bit of time, and I also noticed that your state just now was very rare, Mr. Su Lun, so I didn’t disturb you..."

Su Lun chuckled inwardly as he listened.

No wonder, at the moment he felt he was about to die, Peistoya "coincidentally" took action; so that was the case.

Moreover, because he had walked on the edge of death time and again before, he had seized that rare near-death insight, and he had successfully mastered the domain field of death—a truly serendipitous gain.

...

However, at the very next moment, Su Lun finally understood why Mr. Jing had asked Peistoya to buy time.

Because in his perception, a figure appeared out of nowhere!

"Pandora?"

Su Lun sensed the familiar soul fluctuation and immediately knew who the comer was.

A figure sprang out from a mirror.

Su Lun had seen Mr. Jing use this move at Gadronte Harbor.

No matter how far, as long as there is a reflection in the mirror, one can directly teleport people out from the mirror image.

This was also why he had instinctively thought of aligning the glass mirror of the cathedral towards the battlefield earlier; it was to facilitate Mr. Jing’s arrival.

Upon looking again at the two red moons still dazzling in the distant sky, it was clear that the one on the battlefield was indeed a duplicate of Pandora.

Upon teleporting over, Pandora went straight for the stele inside the cathedral.

She was an alchemical creation, apparently unaffected by the curse.

Su Lun exhaled deeply in relief,

Regrettably not being able to get that stele, but this one, she can!

This one is precisely the Tsukiyomi Great God who specializes in stealing faith.

The stele gathered an overwhelmingly terrifying power of faith. Toxic to humans, it was the best supplement for her.

Although not at the level of that "Sea Giant Clarence," some techniques were

Mr. Jing + Peistoya + Pandora = God-Slaying Method?

The moment Pandora appeared here, everything fell into place.

By now, Su Lun had a very clear idea in his mind, and an odd thought even emerged: Sir Isaac’s relative once captured a real deity; could it be that among the skills left to his daughter by the Alchemical Demigod, there was the "God-Slaying Method"?

The likelihood was significant.

Mr. Jing carried the great ambition of the rise and fall of realms and civilizations; he definitely needed to master some methods to counter outside gods.

And both Peistoya and Pandora, one controlling souls and the other siphoning faith, were techniques targeting deities.

Thinking of this, Su Lun finally felt the overwhelming pressure that he couldn’t breathe under begin to dissipate.

Just as Pandora rushed into the cathedral at that moment, a tremendous force of faith burst forth.

It was as if screams rang by his ears, along with that indescribable whispering of the deity.

This was the stele making its final resistance; its power of faith was being stolen, rapidly collapsing.

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Seeing this, the "Hymn Witch" Maria O’Casey rushed over, trying to stop her.

But where would Su Lun give her a chance?

All means were deployed to keep the woman outside.

As Pandora began to siphon the faith power from the stele, the outer god on the distant battlefield also went mad.

Su Lun watched as a red parasitic wave, like a torrential flood, surged towards him from afar.

The indescribable great terror gradually drew near, making Su Lun’s scalp tingle.

It felt more terrifying than facing a hundred legendary Hunters.

It madly tried to approach the cathedral, to reclaim its "Divinity."

However, Mr. Jing and the others were also hot on its trail.

Just then, Su Lun suddenly heard someone chanting a spell.

...

The ancient and distant chanting echoed throughout Lingdun City, as this Great Alchemist bid farewell to this world.

"Adhering to the principle of equivalent exchange, praise the glory of the original Creator, witness the miracle of creation with alchemy..."

This phrase was no spell. Alchemists never needed any magic spells for casting.

It was merely the shared creed of all alchemists.

From the first day as an apprentice, everyone learned to recite this creed-like spell from their teachers. From then on, they embarked on the path of seeking the truths of the world.

This phrase seemed magical, providing alchemists facing confusion with the faith to proceed.

In his final moments, Master Pierre, standing at the pinnacle of planes and alchemy, recalled his childhood memory of first reciting this creed as he learned alchemy.

Back then, he felt that alchemy was infinitely fascinating.

The process of seeking truth, like peeling back layers of the world’s veils, was indeed very beautiful.

Now, looking back, as he could scrutinize the truth, he praised the Creator’s miracles even more.

Alchemy is great.

Master Pierre gathered his last spell and thrust forward: "Divine Art: God-Binding Chains!"

The giant of flames turned into cold fiery chains, locking the grotesque creature in place.

The "flood" was halted in its advance; the aura of the flame giant also decreased.

Su Lun watched from afar, his eyes filled with respect.

When another figure appeared outside the alchemy cathedral in a flash of mirror light, no one could stop Pandora from stealing the faith any longer.

The blood red hue of the moons in the sky faded, and the Evil God finally walked towards its demise step by step.

Without the will of the Evil God to control them, the city’s followers and mutated creatures instantly lost their lives, falling down in droves.

The bloody world dissipated like smoke, and the survivors watched as dawn-colored clouds brightened the edge of the sky, a rosy light entering the city.

Only then did people realize that dawn had arrived.

On those unsettled faces, a light slowly emerged.

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