In the laboratory after the riot subsided, Hank was dipping the poisonous weed samples into the medicine.

The liquid suddenly boiled and emitted a strange colorful light – this was a sign of the “philosopher’s liquid” in ancient alchemy.

“Who are your ancestors?”

Iris’s figure suddenly emerged from the steam, her star-patterned robe moving without wind, and her bright eyes were fixed on Hank: “There are no more than three bloodlines that can activate this reaction.”

The test tube suddenly exploded, and the splashing liquid condensed into an Ouroboros in the air – this is the symbol of the ancient god of alchemy, symbolizing the cycle of the world and equivalent exchange!
Hank stared blankly at his glowing palms: “I, I don’t know… Mother is just the laundry woman of the Royce family…”

Ye Qingzhou used the sword energy barrier to block the corrosive liquid, seeming to be thinking about something.

Alchemist is a rare profession, and the awakening of a corresponding bloodline is even rarer. However, the Royce family happens to have one…

This is too much of a coincidence.

Ye Qingzhou immediately became more cautious. At the same time, he keenly sensed the prying eyes and looked out the window – in the twilight, Gareth’s Guangyu was recording everything on the clock tower.

…………

In the dungeon of the Thieves Guild late at night, Gray Owl pressed the branding iron on the fat merchant’s back.

“Idiot! Who told you to alert the enemy?”

The eagle claws tore off a piece of flesh, and the fierce look in his eyes was frightening: “Now Lord Dracula has to start the “Withering Plan” ahead of schedule!”

The screams awakened a dozen children imprisoned in cages. They all had the same Ouroboros brand on their wrists as Hank’s, and a similar amber light flickered in their eyes.

…………

The spire of the Silver City Magic Association glowed with a coppery halo in the setting sun.

Ye Qingzhou looked up at the group of crystal balls floating on the top of the tower – those huge monsters with a diameter of more than three meters were slowly rotating, and nebula-like magical power was flowing inside the spheres.

“First time here?”

Iris tapped the ground with her staff, and the runes on the bronze door lit up one by one: “Don’t touch books that move by themselves. Last time, a swordsman had his finger bitten off by the Abyss Atlas.”

The moment the door opened, cold fog blew in.

Ye Qingzhou’s sword energy automatically protected his body, shattering the ice elf that tried to climb up. He squinted his eyes, and the scene inside the library gradually became clear.

The suspended bookshelves are arranged in a DNA spiral to the dome, and parchment scrolls travel through transparent pipes like a train.

Several wizards were using feather pens to direct ink to draw formulas in the air. The ink droplets suddenly turned into butterflies halfway through, and were then slapped back into the formula by an impatient old wizard.

“A swordsman’s fighting spirit is like strong liquor.”

Ye Qingzhou gathered a ray of sword energy at his fingertips. The golden light seemed out of place in the dark blue magical environment. “And here… is the country of iced wine.”

Iris suddenly pressed his wrist. Three magic books wrapped in human skin were sneaking towards him along the ground, and the teeth on the spines were clicking.

“The Flesh and Blood Grimoire has escaped from prison again…”

She sighed, “Ever since the president became obsessed with necromancy, the discipline of the library has been gone.”

“Senior Elise!”

A clear male voice came from above.

A young man wearing a blue and silver cloak jumped down the spiral staircase, and a halo of magic appeared on the soles of his boots when he landed. The badge on his chest showed that he was the chief magic swordsman of the Silver Royal Swordsman Academy, Luo Lan.

The top-ranked student in the academy, his strength is far superior to Kane, the dragon knight. Ye Qingzhou had heard many legends about him when he was in the Swordsman Academy.

“This is the legendary Sun Bloodline, right?”

Luo Lan’s smile was brighter than a crystal lamp. He saluted with his right hand, but his left hand was on the hilt of the sword – that was the swordsman’s starting posture. “I have heard a lot about you, Brother Ryan.”

Ye Qingzhou’s sword energy vibrated slightly under the skin.

This person’s fighting spirit and magic power are like a tangled two-headed snake, achieving a strange balance within his body.

What is even more worrying is that when Roland’s shadow was cast on the ground, the outline vaguely appeared to be a distorted shape with three heads and six arms.

“Magic swordsmen are rare.”

Ye Qingzhou deliberately let a wisp of sword energy leak out, and Luo Lan’s pupils immediately shrank into needle-like shapes: “Especially those who can control both ‘shadow magic’ and ‘holy light fighting spirit’ at the same time.”

Elise glanced at her brother in surprise.

There was no mention in Roland’s files that he studied shadow.

“You have good eyesight, junior.”

Roland’s fingertips brushed across the obsidian sword at his waist. The emblem of the God of Light inlaid on the scabbard was suddenly covered with gray mist. “Would you like to visit my laboratory? I happen to be studying… ancient alchemy.”

In the crystal cabinet in the alchemy area, a bronze doll suddenly turned around and looked at the visitor.

Green flames danced in its eye sockets, and the crimson gemstone on its chest was engraved with the triangular emblem of Hermes, the god of alchemy.

“This is my topic, “Transformation of Divine Matter.”

Luo Lan stroked the puppet’s head, and black magic leaked out from between his fingers: “For example, ordinary Morning Star blood can be refined and purified into the highest level Sun Blood…”

“Loran!”

Iris’s staff suddenly crossed between the two of them, her eyes full of vigilance and alertness: “The association prohibits living body transmutation experiments!”

Ye Qingzhou walked straight to the bookshelf in the corner, while his mental power quietly spread out, sensing that there was another twisted and crazy soul in Luolan’s body.

“Senior, you are very knowledgeable about the God of Alchemy?”

When Ye Qingzhou turned around, his golden pupils opened completely. “It’s a good opportunity to ask you about the raw materials of the Philosopher’s Stone…”

He paused deliberately, watching Roland unconsciously reaching for his sword.

“Do we need living descendants of God’s blood?”

It was late at night when we left the museum.

Luo Lan stood at the tower window and waved goodbye, his smile still perfect. But when Ye Qingzhou walked past the third street corner, the sword energy suddenly stabbed at the shadow under the street lamp.

“His!”

A shadow resembling human skin was nailed to the wall, with the outline of Roland’s facial features still remnants on it.

The little fire spurted out dragon breath and burned it, and a distant muffled groan could be heard from the burning smell.

“Double Soul…”

Ye Qingzhou crushed the ashes.

The real Roland might have already become a parasitic shell of some existence, and the library of the Magic Association is being used to conduct forbidden alchemy experiments.

The night wind carried the unique smell of rust from Frost Iron City across the street corner. Ye Qingzhou and Iris stood under the bronze lamppost in front of the Magic Association. The heavy mythological epic glowed faintly in Ye Qingzhou’s hand, and the triangular emblem of Hermes on the spine flickered with his breathing.

“That’s the business.”

Iris’s fingertips hovered over the gilded words on the title page, and the cuffs of her star-patterned robe moved without wind: “The ultimate mystery of the Hermetic Scroll – for three thousand years, countless wizards have tried spells, astrology, and even blood sacrifices, but have not been able to decipher it.”

Ye Qingzhou stared at the twisted words. They were like living things, slowly wriggling on the parchment, sometimes coiling like snakes, sometimes intersecting like star tracks. The weirdest thing was that every time he looked away, the shape of the words would blur and disappear in his memory.

“It’s not that no one can decipher it.”

Ye Qingzhou suddenly closed the book, “The deciphers are all dead.”

Xiaohuo pounced from Ye Qingzhou’s shoulder. The moment the dragon claws tore open the interlayer of the book pages, a piece of human skin as thin as a cicada’s wing fell down, on which were written the last words of the seven great wizards in dried blood:

“The eyes can deceive the soul” – Ye Qingzhou saw the astrology master Caroline, who died on the third day of deciphering the code by gouging out her own eyes.

“Numbers are the truth” – Ye Qingzhou saw the arithmetic fortune teller Horn, who died on the seventh day of deciphering the code, with blood vessels all over his body bursting into the Fibonacci sequence.

“He is in the mirror” – Ye Qingzhou saw the master of illusion Leonard, who died on the spot when the deciphering was done, and all the mirror reflections of his body disappeared.

After all, Ye Qingzhou is a powerful man who has reached the divine level, and his mind can see through the barriers of high-level magic.

Iris gasped: “How can the association lend out such dangerous things?”

“Because Lorraine made me discover it on purpose.”

Ye Qingzhou used his sword energy to lift up the human skin. His golden pupils saw through the traces left by the invisible ink. It was a rough sketch of a refining array, with the Morning Star family emblem drawn in the empty space in the center. “He needs the blood of the Sun as… the key to open the door of truth.”

When Ye Qingzhou cut his finger and dripped blood on the secret code, something strange happened.

The blood droplets did not penetrate the paper, but instead floated above the text, gradually stretching into a three-dimensional Hermetic symbol.

The twisted strokes suddenly decomposed and reorganized, transforming into a line of text written in the golden scripture. Only gods could understand the content:
“Godhood Level 3”

“One: Cut off the past self”

“Second: Feed the Present People”

“Third Day: Pregnant with the Seeds of the Future”

Elise suddenly screamed.

The same words appeared on the surface of her eyeballs, and tears of blood rolled down her cheeks.

Ye Qingzhou slapped her on the side of the neck, and used his sword energy to weave a cocoon of light to isolate her from the contamination of the secret code.

“I see……”

He stared at the book that began to spontaneously combust. “This is not a record, it’s an infection.”

The shadows deep in the alley suddenly boiled. Luo Lan’s voice came from all directions: “As expected of the Sun Bloodline, you can actually look directly at the oracle without falling into the prison of madness.”

Six dark shadows appeared at the same time, each of them was the outline of Roland, but they looked like different ages.

The youngest shadow was chewing his fingers, and the oldest one –

Ye Qingzhou’s sword energy suddenly burst out, and the face of the older shadow had turned into a vampire with sharp teeth and sharp fangs, with half of the Philosopher’s Stone embedded in his forehead.

“When Hermes, the god of alchemy, was eaten, his divinity was dispersed into words.”

The shadows chanted in unison: “You hold the last fragment of the godhead…”

Ye Qingzhou ignored the various horrific illusions that accompanied the demonic sound, and the clear sound of the Morning Glory Sword being unsheathed resounded through the streets.

When the sword light as bright as a meteor shattered the fifth shadow, Ye Qingzhou suddenly stopped – the sixth young shadow was holding an identical copy of the “Hermes Scroll”, with the words “Ryan’s Diary” written on the cover in childish handwriting.

“Choose.”

Roland’s true form walked out of the moon, his sword transformed into an alchemist’s retort: ​​”Eat the fragment of the godhead now, or…”

The retort suddenly pointed at the unconscious Iris: “Watch your sister become the mother of the new god.”

Ye Qingzhou suddenly laughed.

He let go of the Morning Sword and let it pierce the ground. When Roland’s lips just raised a triumphant arc –

“You got two things wrong.”

Sword energy suddenly gushed out from the ground, and each strand pinned down a shadow.

The dragon breath spewed out by Xiaohuo was not fire, but the essence of the sun’s blood that Ye Qingzhou had hidden under the dragon scales in advance. This blood formed a reverse refining formation in the air.

“First, I have never been Ryan Morningstar.”

Roland’s retort suddenly exploded, and the shadow matter inside was purified by golden light.

He was shocked to find that the part of his soul that was parasitic in Ye Qingzhou’s shadow was being devoured in reverse.

“second……”

Ye Qingzhou grabbed Luo Lan’s throat, and the golden secret code flowed into his body along the contact point: “Thank you for helping me translate the riddle left by the God of Alchemy.”

When the first rune pierced his heart, Roland finally heard the original pronunciation of those words – that was the rule of this world.

The ancient god of alchemy once glimpsed the ultimate of this world and recorded the method of becoming a god in the “Hermes Scroll”.

Ye Qingzhou looked directly at the power in Luo Lan’s body and finally solved all the mysteries: “Above fighting spirit and magic power, there is a more powerful power – the Force. God controls the Force, so he can control the authority to maintain the operation of this world. In order to obtain a more powerful Force, the God of Alchemy built a Gate of Truth.”

There is no doubt that Roland and the forces behind him are trying to breed descendants of alchemical blood in large quantities, and then try to summon the Gate of Truth by purifying their blood, thereby opening a channel that can directly reach the origin of the world.

The temporary residence of the Holy Sun Church was now dyed dark blue with the emblem of the Morning Star Family.

Ye Qingzhou stood in the center of the chapel, stepping on Roland’s body and holding his alchemy notes in his hand. The vampire emblem on the last page of the notes was still emitting black mist.

The three members of the Knights of Judgment surrounded him in a triangle formation, with Gareth’s feathers of light, Celeste’s flail, and Roland’s greatsword of the Holy Judgement pointing at his heart at the same time.

“evidence.”

Roland’s single eye glowed coldly under the silver eye mask: “Prove that this magic swordsman is really colluding with the blood clan. Otherwise, even if he is the heir of the Morning Star family, you can’t execute a noble at will.”

Ye Qingzhou raised the tip of his sword lightly, and a piece of parchment flew out of his notebook. It recorded the time of seven secret meetings between Roland and the “Eternal Night Council”. Each phase of the moon coincided with the disappearance of nobles in the North.

“Twelve young slaves disappeared from Silver City ten days ago.”

Ye Qingzhou’s sword energy outlined a map in the air: “He is now imprisoned in the dungeon of the Thieves Guild, and there are bite marks on his neck.”

Gareth’s eyes trembled slightly when he heard this, this involved collusion between nobles and vampires, this was undoubtedly a shocking case.

Celeste’s flail made a harsh buzzing sound. “You want to use the Church to eliminate dissidents.”

“That’s right.”

Ye Qingzhou admitted frankly: “But you also need me.”

He suddenly tore open his left sleeve, revealing the rotting black spots on his arm – that was the “Eternal Night Curse” he had contracted when he came into contact with Roland’s corpse last night.

The pupils of the Judgement Knights suddenly shrank, they recognized this vicious spell that could only be cast by the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan.

“Dracula is more anxious than I expected.”

The black spot hissed under the suppression of the Sun Bloodline, but Ye Qingzhou was calm and composed: “Now he is being strangled by both of our forces at the same time – I want to protect the family, and you want to protect the Church. Our goals and interests are temporarily the same…”

Roland’s giant sword suddenly pierced into the floor, and the cracks formed the Holy Sun emblem: “Tell me your plan.” (End of this chapter)