Mechanical Alchemist

The balance of victory in the great decisive battle had already tipped toward the Alchemy plane from the moment Su Lun summoned the puppet army of a million.

Armed with secret weapons like "Twilight of the Gods" and "dark matter bombs," which could be considered dimensionally-reducing strikes, as well as warriors who disregarded life and death, the mages from the Divine plane were naturally beaten back step by step.

Following a broken formation, it was often Su Lun's million puppet legions charging ahead first, smashing through various large magical armies; after which the mechanical warriors swarmed forth.

Once it entered the melee combat phase, the Alchemy plane completely became the dominant side.

The physically frail mages, deprived of the protection of their magic formations, faced the upfront assault of mechanical warriors and were almost uniformly overwhelmed.

In order to counteract the magic of the Divine plane, in recent years, the Empire's mechanics had put tremendous effort into researching magic resistance. Mechanical armor's physical defense was drastically reduced, but various anti-magic materials, runes, and magic suppression devices had been researched almost to perfection.

Although the combat power of an individual mechanical warrior was not high, they did not fear facing mages one or two ranks higher.

One reason was that the Alchemy plane already had a numerical advantage, and the other was that mechanical equipment substantially narrowed the gap in strength.

With high magic-resistant mechanical armor equipped, even when struck by magic, the potency was already reduced by seventy to eighty percent.

Unless there was an overpowering difference like a seventh or eighth rank mage fighting against a third or fourth rank mechanical warrior, in cases where the gap wasn't significant, the scattered mages had no power to fight back.

The mechanical warriors engaged in relentless upfront assaults, causing widespread carnage.

Another crucial point was that mechanical armor and human flesh are not alike; they do not feel pain, and if destroyed, they're simply replaced.

Most of the mechanical warriors' losses were in terms of equipment wear, and as long as they weren't utterly killed off, at most they needed to replace mechanical limbs or just add some new prosthetic ones.

So although the mechanical warrior legions fell like rain into the sea under the concentration of large magical attacks, the actual number of casualties was much smaller.

But for the mages, any injury to any part of the body was fatal in warfare.

This time the Divine plane had brought only a dozen or so demigods, and the vast majority of the ninth rank and above forces were bogged down by Su Lun's puppet legions. The few that remained unprotected by their armies did not fare well against the likes of Qian Tiao and other top fighters from the Alchemy plane.

Over dozens of miles of front lines, intense battles erupted everywhere, and the sea was densely littered with corpses, vast swaths of water stained red by blood, a scene akin to hell.

...

"Hahaha... Mr. Su Lun is too strong!"

"Victory belongs to our Alchemy plane!"

"Charge, brothers!"

"..."

The morale of the Alchemy legion soared ever higher.

The former despair in facing the invincible defense of the "Trident War God Formation" was broken in a short period.

After key armies of millions from the Ascieden, the Golden Gryphon, and the Holy Crown three major empires were breached, this great decisive battle completely entered a phase of collapse.

In the sky, various alchemical shells flew chaotically, meteors whizzed down from the heavens, and flaming magic airships plunged into the sea with a crash.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, and the light over the sea was dim; the mages with their magic shields looked like glowing fireflies, frantically flying chaotically in the dark.

There was fighting everywhere.

The embodiment of death seemed hidden within the storm, and with every gale came the reaping of swathes of life.

The retreating mages were no longer able to form any defensive formations; wherever there was a tendency for large magical armies to regroup, Su Lun controlled the puppet legions to charge in fiercely. No less formidable were the gargoyle legions and mummy legions, invincible presences on the battlefield.

Wherever the puppet legions passed, they left devastation in their wake.

Puppets do not die, and from the beginning, mages had lost any inclination to enter a battle of attrition against the puppet legions.

The demigod powerhouses of the Divine plane had made multiple attempts to kill Su Lun, the controller, but not to mention their ability to approach Su Lun, protected by a million-strong legion. Even if they managed to get close, Su Lun's current combat strength was not something an ordinary Magic God could eliminate.

Moreover, the Alchemy side also had its own top-tier masters, including Qian Tiao, Huazi Wash, Mr. Hei, the centaur Makamul, and the Dragon Maiden Masia... They too joined the battlefield, specifically targeting various top mages for combat.

As time went on, the cross in the sky already covered a dozen miles of the maritime area, with more than half the battlefield under Su Lun's control.

More and more airships and mages were turned into marionettes on strings that fell from above. This grand decisive battle gradually became a terrifying puppet stage play, with a pair of large hands behind the scenes manipulating the entire script's direction.

During the stage play, a mage was about to unleash the Fireball Technique to burn an approaching mechanical warrior, but found his magic power in chaos; the fireball exploded in his hands, scorching him black. A mage on a magic airship attempting to control a legion's magic conductor to attack approaching, steam-powered mechanical legions suddenly found the magic going off course, striking their own people instead...

It was as if the battlefield was haunted, with strange occurrences happening everywhere.

The mages fought with growing despair.

They had never imagined that the situation would turn out like this, nor that the elite troops assembled from the three magic empires would be defeated so swiftly, so thoroughly.

So fast that even their prayers to the gods had gone unanswered, and the fleet of millions had already been crushed into disarray.

This was exactly the effect that the Alchemic Plane wanted to achieve.

In this grand battle, Su Lun and his allies didn't just plan to triumph, they intended to annihilate nearly eight million troops as thoroughly as possible to prevent any future threats.

Moreover,

It wasn't that the people of the Celestial Plane weren't devout enough to receive a response from the gods.

It was that within those sky-covering dark clouds, a sinister red moon had already stealthily hidden itself above the battlefield. The Power of Faith from the Celestial Plane had been quietly stolen and intercepted by Pandora without anyone's notice.

However, what was inevitable would eventually come.

The faith of millions of mages couldn't be completely cut off.

Moreover, Su Lun's original plan from the beginning was not just to annihilate these millions of mages from the Celestial Plane.

Suddenly, the crow on his shoulder seemed to have sensed something and let out a warning caw of danger.

Su Lun wasn't surprised, he simply looked up into the distant sky, his gaze narrowing slightly: "So its true form has already descended..."

...

Now, Su Lun's vision had become clear enough to see through too many things.

He had seen the corpse of a Fallen Angel, had encountered a mysterious high demon in the Pyramid Tomb of the Yellow Sand Plane, seen divine mummies, divine natures, divine fires... he estimated he was the person on the entire Alchemic Plane with the most accurate concept of the divine.

The descent of gods into a lower plane was not without restrictions.

The strength of a broken plane was like thin ice on a lake in winter; people would only walk on it when the laws had thickened enough to bear the weight of an adult.

It was the same with the descent of gods.

It was one thing for the will to descend, but the true form needed a plane robust enough to withstand the weight of the deity itself.

When the Imperial Military Intelligence reported that the three Celestial Empires combined had left only several hundred thousand mages guarding the portal, Su Lun had already determined that a divine being had descended. Without a god to guard the portal, it was impossible to be that careless.

But just because the "ice layer" near the portal was thick enough didn't mean it was thick enough everywhere else.

Therefore, Su Lun deliberately chose a battlefield for that deity, which was the sea area before them.

A piece of ice that was neither too thick nor too thin, which would give Them the courage to come, but also to be wary, unable to act with full force.

From the very beginning of the plan for the grand battle, Su Lun had already extrapolated to this step.

If the Celestial Plane was defeated, it would inevitably summon a deity to descend.

And now, with the current martial strength of the Alchemic Plane, a mere possession of a deity's will would not suffice; only the descent of the true form could potentially reverse the tide of battle.

At this moment, They had arrived.

...

"A divine being from the Celestial Plane has descended, everyone do not stare directly!"

Through the communicator, Su Lun issued a warning.

In an extremely short amount of time, all the soldiers of the united empires heard the command.

The mood instantly became tense.

Apart from Su Lun and a few others, the soldiers of the empire were unaware that they would be confronting a deity in this grand battle.

After all, the gods from legends, omnipotent beings, were already making everyone feel a lethal pressure that made their hair stand on end before they had even descended.

To battle a god?

Alchemy practitioners did not worship gods; it was not about awe, but the inherent chill in their hearts from the disparity in power was undeniable.

Even top experts like Mr. Jing and Thousand Barbs had become solemn.

The most dangerous moment, and the decisive moment that would determine the fate of the Alchemic Plane, had arrived.

And it was with this command that an unforeseen event occurred abruptly.

On the horizon, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth, as if the gates to a godly realm had opened, and an indescribable aura of majestic will descended first.

Seeing this, the surviving mages from the celestial plane rejoiced. Each of them ceased combat, kneeled devoutly towards the direction of the divine light, and chanted the revered name of the deity, "We welcome the great Lord of War, Nideglow, to descend..."

Su Lun muttered to himself as he heard the name directed towards him, "A lower deity who has condensed a divine presence with the rule of [War]."

While others dared not look directly, his eyes shone brightly, intently watching the divine light that had appeared in the distance.

In the All-knowing Eye, it was the so-called divine gate to the godly realm, nothing more than a natural phenomenon caused by the manipulation of some rules of power.

Having harvested many different kinds of divine rule and faith from the sandy plane before, he knew all too well that the so-called "divine miracles" were mostly means for deities to collect faith and deceive believers.

In the eyes of others, it was a ball of divine light, too blinding to gaze upon or an indescribable form of august and solemn divinity cloaked in a golden cape, while through Su Lun's eyes, he could see clearly under the cover of the rule domain a male deity with a third eye on his forehead.

He was like the sun, shining so brightly that it was hard to keep one's eyes on him for long.

And at the moment that thought flashed through his mind, that three-eyed deity had already traversed thousands of miles in an instant.

He seemed to come alone, yet it gave the impression that shouts and cries of killing filled the heavens and earth. He waded through seas of corpses across tens of thousands of miles, encompassing innumerable bodies of beings from across the heavens—seemingly the enemies defeated on his path to divinity.

The might of the god rolled forth, and the world turned a sanguine shade of red. Blood rained from the sky and poured onto the sea, spreading a chilling scent of blood.

The sea's waves billowed, turning into smoke and clouds that spanned for thousands of miles, continuously dissipating.

Just the divine might alone was terrifying to this extent.

....

"So it is indeed a divine presence forged from the rules of war, no wonder..."

Su Lun retracted his gaze in an instant, his heart affirming something, as the light in his eyes gradually turned piercing.

Having seen deities that were even more terrifying, he was not all too surprised.

At this moment, he instead focused his attention on other matters.

For instance, he had also understood that the divine light pointed towards the [Rules of War].

No wonder the three major magical empires of the celestial plane worship the same deity yet continue to wage wars against each other—collecting faith was the reason all along.

Only through war and death could His divinity become more perfect and stable.

To a deity, believers have always been mere nourishment, never caring about the life and death of such insects.

...

And in that instant, the deity had already appeared in the midst of the battlefield.

He hovered ten thousand meters above, overlooking the entire battlefield, his eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow, viewing both the alchemists and His own followers as mere ants.

This was the disparity in the hierarchy of life.

The tens of millions on the sea all felt that tangible oppressive force.

It was as if a mountain bore down on their souls, making them want to genuflect involuntarily.

Thanks to the prior warning from Su Lun, the warriors from the Alchemy plane dared not gaze directly at the entity in the sky, avoiding a mass death and injury.

But as it was a deity of legend, some could not help but look up curiously. Merely sneaking a glance, the indescribable influx of information overwhelmed their minds, and their heads exploded on the spot into a pool of crimson.

Deities should not be looked upon directly.

The three-eyed deity's face remained full of indifference. Seeing His followers suffer heavy casualties, naturally, the first thing He noticed was Su Lun standing proudly alone amongst the million-strong puppet army.

He was the only human who dared to gaze directly at Him.

Feeling offended by the defiance of an ant, His thoughts materialized as He raised a hand and effortlessly condensed a clump of rule-bound light at His fingertips.

Su Lun was not being arrogant, but rather deliberately drawing the main focus.

Because he knew that only he himself could survive a direct strike from a deity.

Having witnessed the divine-tier mummy easily kill the demigod warrior Ralph in the pyramid tomb, Su Lun did not dare to risk drawing the deity's wrath onto others.

He needed to create opportunities for his companions, for the plans that followed to stand a chance of succeeding.

Mr. Crow cawed on his shoulder, and Su Lun did not dare to be careless, aware that he had been targeted by a rule-based attack and that evasion was impossible. Fortunately, before the three-eyed God Nideglow made a move, the foresight magician had already activated the sorcerer's seals, and the million puppet legion instantly lit up with runes, enveloped by a mega alchemy formation for protection.

This lesser Three-eyed God gathered the essence of the "War Deity", but that did not mean He could only wield the rules of war!

In the sky, the deity's fingertips swirled with increasingly dense "Wind Rules", and with a casual press downwards, it transformed into a massive hand that could cover the heavens.

Using the power of rules in actual combat, naturally, that was Divine Arts.

The move didn't look fast, but Su Lun knew he couldn't dodge it at all, shouting in his heart, "Divine Art·Ocean's Roar!"

He had seen this move in the memories of the Planar Mage of the Heavenly Gods.

In a flash, it was as if the entire ocean was suppressed by an invisible force, causing a humming sound to whirl by his ears.

The sound of the ocean's roar lasted only a moment, like a giant object hitting the ground with a "thud", striking the sea surface like lightning.

An invisible oppressive force caused a few hundred meters around the sea surface to cave in, hammering a bottomless pit onto the sea bed, and the whole space trembled for it.

That one finger seemed as if it could pierce through the plane itself, and the void crackled, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across space.

"Boom!"

Another loud noise.

The force that plummeted from the sky suddenly spread out, a shockwave rapidly sweeping across tens of miles of the sea surface.

With Su Lun at the center, the water exploded outwards in layers.

The nearby warships and airships, merely affected by the shockwave, were shattered inch by inch. Steel disintegrated like paper, vanishing in smoke and dust.

Just the might of one finger was comparable to the combined strike of a hundred thousand Mage Corps.

And in the center of the Puppet Battle Array, Su Lun, who bore the brunt, had his upper garment turned into dust by that force, with the golden luster of dragon scale runes on his bulging muscles shining even more intensely.

With the help of the Alchemy Formation, he used his bodily might to withstand that divine finger strike!

"Huff... Huff..."

Su Lun gasped for air, sneering in his heart with an uncontrollable "pfft" sound, as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His laughter was not only a mockery of the aloof and divine realm.

More importantly, by withstanding a Divine Art, he had confirmed his judgment was correct.

He had chosen the right battlefield!

Because the rule density of the Alchemy plane wasn't thick enough, the Three-eyed God didn't dare to use full force. The might of that finger was even less than the mummies in the Pyramid Tomb.

Once certain of this, the plan they had discussed before was entirely feasible.

In the distance, Mr. Jing and the others saw this scene, their anxiety turning into a fierce resolve, "Take action!"

The God Slaying Plan might succeed!

...

The Three-eyed God, seeing His finger had failed to kill a human, now looked down to take a proper glance.

In the eyes of a deity, anything beneath divine rank was akin to ants.

It wasn't considered important.

What million puppets? They probably looked like a dish of ants.

No matter how numerous, they were still ants.

Flashy tricks,

Easily extinguished with a flick of a finger.

He raised his hand, swapping a finger for a palm, intending to strike again and kill that Puppet Master.

However, before the Divine Art could fully coalesce, suddenly, He sensed something, furrowing His brow and then making a tilting head gesture.

He sensed a killing intent.

A killing intent that even posed a threat to Himself.

It was this slight turn of the head, as if an invisible force had swept past His ear.

Humans' perception cannot see, but that does not mean a deity like Him cannot see that special energy shock wave piercing through the air by the ear.

At this moment, a touch of surprise appeared on the indifferent expression of the Three-eyed Deity as He glanced towards the super cannon on the sky battle fortress.

In the Alchemy plane, there are some odd and peculiar things, which He initially found unsurprising.

However, looking at that super cannon, the expression of the Three-eyed Deity became serious, "Hmm... 'Twilight of the Gods'?"

Having lived for tens of thousands of years, He had not seen it, but that did not mean He had not heard of a demonic energy cannon in the Alchemy plane that could slay gods.

This was indeed a "taboo" in the heavens.

It was absolutely impossible to let the power that could threaten deities exist in the world.

At this point, the Three-eyed Deity was no longer in a hurry to kill Su Lun first. Divine light flashed, and in an instant, He had already appeared on the deck of the sky battle fortress.

He sensed for a moment and then raised His hand and hooked a finger.

The sound of metal tearing, "click," "click," rang out as a terrifying force brutally tore open the sturdy alloy deck of the battle fortress, revealing the large rune cannon barrel hidden in the cabin.

The Three-eyed Deity looked at the divine runes on the cannon barrel, and His eyes immediately turned colder.

Indeed.

These mortals had actually created that ancient weapon deemed taboo!

He did not delay. With a flick of His finger, the cannon barrel immediately burst open, revealing a jet-black gemstone, which was naturally the "Zosimus Dark Matter."

This was a treasure passed down from the Dawn Era; for a lesser god, it was a very rare and valuable treasure.

The Three-eyed deity looked like He wanted to take this treasure into His possession, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

As He destroyed the cannon barrel, it seemed to trigger some mechanism, and "whoosh," "whoosh," "whoosh," several runic chains shot out from the fractured deck.

What is this?!

God Niedegro of the Three-eyed Deity immediately realized something was seriously wrong. How could He not know that He had fallen into a trap, retreating rapidly.

But those runic chains, as if sentient, locked onto Him as the deity and bound His soul in an instant.

These were "Runic God-binding Chains."

Back in Old Spiriton Underground City, Mr. Jing had used this move to counter the divine fire of that fallen angel.

This was also one of the most important means left behind by Sir Isaac to restrain deities!

...

"It worked!"

Seeing this, Su Lun and Mr. Jing both rejoiced from afar.

This was the first and most crucial step in the God-slaying plan.

Only by imprisoning the deity, was there a chance to kill Him!

Otherwise, it was all empty talk.

When deliberating the God-slaying plan, Su Lun had already thought that if someone intentionally used these runic chains to attack, it would definitely not succeed.

Deities possess an extreme sensitivity to crises, and any external subjective hostility would surely be detected.

Therefore, to trap Him, it had to be some passively activated mechanism.

For a mechanism, "bait" was needed.

And to actively interest a deity in touching something, there weren't many things in a lower plane.

But 'Twilight of the Gods,' that could slay deities, definitely had the allure!

So, Su Lun and Mr. Jing devised this plan.

The cannon fire just now was never expected to hit the Three-eyed Deity, it was entirely to attract His attention.

Even Dora herself, the one firing, didn't know that Su Lun wanted her not to kill the deity with the cannon, but to act as bait.

Once drawn in, He would definitely be interested in taking the "Zosimus Dark Matter," that treasure, first, and then He would trigger the trap that had been set long before.

It has indeed worked!

Of course, the most important thing was that Su Lun had grasped one point: gods are arrogant.

In the eyes of gods, humans are nothing but ants.

They are sufficiently wise, but they would never consider lower beings to have the same "wisdom".

They believe that their insight into everything, and their absolute strength, is enough to disdain all.

However, this lesser god did not know that, even in the shattered plane of alchemy, there was once a great Alchemical Demigod who could hunt gods!

This was a trump card that Su Lun and his companions had never revealed before.

...

The moment the magic rune chains shackled the Three-eyed Deity, the entire sky fortress lit up with runes; it was a super large formation.

It was like a ball of iron on the shackles of a prisoner's feet, from which even a divine being could not break free.

At the same time, cannons from all directions also fired at the deity.

The awe of divine might could indeed petrify ordinary humans.

But the essence of divine might, like dragon might, is a pressure of life hierarchy.

Alchemists inherently have no reverence for gods, and now, nearly all of the elite troops of the empire have been injected with [Dragon Race Gene Potion]. At least for the top professionals, they could definitely take action.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"..."

Mr. Hei, Number Nineteen, Old Sword God Bartolo, Hvaswarth... Various ninth-rank professionals from the alchemy plane reacted immediately.

Although they did not know Su Lun's plan, how could they not seize the opportunity for battle?

Immediately, they jointly attacked the divinity that was bound by chains.

Various forbidden-level alchemical techniques greeted the body of that Three-eyed Deity, exploding in a chaotic riot.

But after the smoke cleared, everyone was dumbfounded.

Because they found that after a round of attacks that could easily kill any demigod, the Three-eyed Deity was standing there completely unharmed.

With a cold smirk, full of contempt and mockery, he brushed the dust off his robe: "Foolish humans, you dare offend a great deity..."

Just now, feeling an inexplicable crisis, but seeing the level of the attack, he immediately felt he had been overly concerned.

In such a broken rule plane, no one could breach His divine domain.

Speaking, with a tremble of divine might, all structures on the deck of the sky fortress turned to dust, and several close-combat professionals like Bartolo also vomited blood and were sent flying.

This majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth, and the followers from the celestial plane were even more devoutly kneeling and chanting the deity's name.

...

Only Su Lun and Mr. Jing were not even slightly flustered.

This god-slaying battle, from the very beginning, was not meant to be fought this way.

After all, the gap between mortals and divine rank was just too great.

Divine rank beings can fully utilize rules for their own use.

"Rules" are just like steel, and the divine rank's protective divine domain is like forging the rules into a suit of full body armor, with a well-crafted steel sword in hand.

Ninth rank and demigods have only barely touched upon the surface of rules; they are like farmers dressed in cloth clothes, wielding iron-made farming tools in their hands.

How could the farmer possibly be the opponent of the fully-armored knight?

Such a level of attack is more like stones thrown by children at a fully-armored knight; even if they clanged loudly, where was the threat?

To slay a god, one must first weaken Them.

A thousand years ago, the god-slaying experience left by Sir Isaac had already perfectly expounded everything.

That Alchemical Demigod even left a complete plan for dealing with divine beings!

...

The moment everyone took action, Mr. Jing seized the opportunity to divide his body into five identical mirror clones, which then appeared at five positions around the sky battle fortress.

The five clones rapidly changed the sorcerer's seals in their hands, seemingly condensing a super-tier spell.

But the instant she harbored the intent to kill, the Three-Eyed Deity immediately locked its gaze onto her.

"Huh?"

Intuition told It that this human with the ability to create mirror images was casting a kind of Alchemy that posed a great threat to Itself.

Although It felt it was unlikely, It was also prepared to eradicate this potential threat.

However, just as the Three-Eyed Deity thought of making a move, Su Lun, who had caught his breath, was already controlling a million-strong legion to coalesce a spell, shouting, "Layered Space Annihilation!"

This strike was a super-tier spell that harnessed the spatial rules of the "Urobolos Space-Time Ring," and its might was certainly no small matter.

The Three-Eyed God Niedeglow also had to shift Its attention to it and saw through the source of the spell in an instant, Its pupils gleaming once more, "The shattered Divine King's Divine Artifact... Indeed, it is a treasure left by that Divine King!"

This was not only a Divine Artifact coveted by lower gods like Itself, but even higher gods would eagerly seek it.

This was where the significance of planar plundering lay!

The Divine Artifact contained high-level spatial rules; a human would only be able to utilize a fraction of it, but the threat was indeed significant.

Niedeglow raised Its hand, palm open, and grabbed the incoming spatial light beam, then with a fierce squeeze, extinguished the magician of this forbidden curse within Its grasp.

He caught a forbidden curse with His bare hands?

Su Lun watching also felt his eyelids twitch.

However, during the moment of action, the five Mr. Jings had already successfully condensed the spell.

She spurted out a mouthful of blood, slapped towards the void in unison, and lightly shouted, "Necromancy·Plane Guardians!"

Seeing this, the Three-Eyed God Niedeglow turned Its head sharply, Its gaze became stern, "Not good!"

Only then did It realize that It was not facing an attacking magician but a blood sacrifice Necromancy?

It faintly felt an ill omen.

Upon closer inspection, Mr. Jing's five mirror clones had summoned five towering statues.

Cloaked and shrouded, they concealed their entire bodies and most of their faces, mysterious and ancient.

Upon closer inspection, one could discern that a special symbol was engraved behind the cloak of each statue: ⍥, §, ☽, ✹, ꧧ.

Seeing these familiar statues, Su Lun felt as if he had been transported back to the moment when he first arrived in this world, to the sight of the five statues beneath the Storm Manor.

Although they were not the same group of statues.

But now he knew that these five beings were the five Divine Kings of the powerful Twilight Cross Society from the Dawn Era, known to intimidate the heavens!

They represented the five pinnacles of Alchemy as it was known.

These were also the key assets in the god-slaying battle left by Sir Isaac!

As the five statues were summoned, an indescribable aura of God's domain instantly spread throughout the entire sea area.

Each of the five statues began to emanate a wisp of soul-like phantom, which grew taller and taller until they became five nearly ten-thousand-meter-high phantoms.

It was at that moment.

As if the five Divine Kings from the Dawn Era had been resurrected, beneath the oppressive cloaks, five pairs of wise eyes gazed over the entire sea area.

Those eyes seemed to traverse countless years, coming from ancient times, still watching over the Alchemic plane of today, protecting the last soil of Alchemy.

"What is that..."

"My God, I feel like my blood is boiling. It's like a call from the ancestors..."

...

The appearance of these five silhouettes instantly seemed to inspire all the alchemists present, as if they all simultaneously felt an indescribable surge of excitement.

Everyone was acutely aware that even though those five great alchemists had passed away, they were still extending their protection over their successors from the ancient era.

The five Divine Kings had left these methods behind, to safeguard the inheritance and continuation of the remaining sparks of civilization.

Su Lun, Mr. Jing, Qiantiao, Yekaterina, Mr. Hei, Nineteen... no matter who it was, at this moment they all looked at the statue with relief, excitement, inspiration, and a sudden sense of responsibility weighing on their shoulders.

In an instant, their thoughts widened in scope.

It was as if all their current actions, and the sacrifices being made right now, suddenly had value.

This was the meaning of the inheritance of civilization.

....

Seeing the apparitions of the five Divine Kings, the Three-Eyed God Nideglow finally showed a change of expression: Damn it, how could such a thing exist!

Bound by chains, with no escape, He could only transmit thoughts to his followers: "Stop her quickly!"

As a deity, no one understood better than He what this prohibition was.

It was a planar prohibition.

However, it was already too late.

Mr. Jing had not given anyone a chance; the sorcerer's seal shifted again: "Planar Guardian·Forbidden God Space!"

Five mirror-clones lit up the ninestar true fan beneath their feet simultaneously, as if they immediately received a response from the apparitions of the five Divine Kings, and a mysterious ninestar formation appeared in the sky. In the center of the formation, the design featuring the Ouroboros and Eye of Truth representing equivalence lit up, and those numerous mysterious runes seemed to bridge the heavens and the earth, illuminating one by one, then hidden between the fabric of the cosmos.

The existence of this planar level alchemy formation seemed to quiet the whole world.

Centered around the sky fortress, a special space with a radius of several tens of kilometers was isolated.

Here, there were no steel warships, no airships, nor any mages...

Only Mr. Jing, Su Lun, Qiantiao, Pestoya, and Yekaterina.

And in the sky, Pandora had transformed into a blood-red blood moon.

This space had a special divine prohibition: No entry below the ninth order!

The battle to slay gods from the beginning meant that those without demigod combat power didn't even have the qualification to meddle.

Seeing this, Su Lun and the others exchanged a look, heavy with sentiment, as they had finally reached the last step.

From the beginning, their gathering seemed to aim for a great decisive battle with the magic legion, but in fact, the ultimate purpose was to wait for this big fish to take the bait.

Now that the big fish was caught in the net, it was all about how to pull it out of the water.

...

The most significant function of this "Forbidden God Space" was planar suppression, which would limit the divine powers of all non-alchemy plane deities.

Those ancient alchemists had foreseen so much for their successors; they envisioned an invasion from other planes and left behind these prohibitions to save the seed of civilization, and slay intruding gods.

Using the entire plane's power, they suppressed the heretical deities.

The Three-Eyed God Nideglow, seeing the prohibition established and being unable to change anything, also revealed anger and murderous intent on his previously indifferent face.

He looked at Su Lun and the others and said scornfully, "Humph! Foolish humans, do you think you can defeat a deity like this?"

What Su Lun and the others did was akin to trapping a knight's horse, making it impossible to flee and severely limiting its threats.

However, an armored knight was still an armored knight, not something a farmer could slay.

Protected by the domain of godhood, invincible in this realm.

"Act now!"

Without further ado with this fellow, Qiantiao's Rakshasa Golden Body emerged, enveloped in surrounding thunder, transforming into a swirling black-red lightning and charging forward first.

"Crack!"

A sound of stepping through the void echoed as six longswords, wrapped in the etheric fire known as "Void Poison Flame," clanged against the Three-Eyed Deity bound by the runic chains.

However, in the eyes of the Three-Eyed God Nideglow, there was only disdain as his hands condensed into a dark red armor of the divine domain, catching the hellish sword Qi capable of slaying a demigod with his bare hands.

The sword light that dazzles human eyes was clear and distinct to the eyes of the gods, each punch precisely caught.

Though appearing nonchalant, He couldn't help but reveal a trace of eagerness when looking at the Rakshasa Woman in her third transformation: "Third form[Rakshasa Woman], an excellent vessel for a divine being."

The Alchemy plane really had given Him many surprises.

Not just treasures, but also various humans with extraordinary talents. If He could truly transform them into His own nation of believers, that might give Him a chance to break through to the middle tier of godhood.

"Clang, Clang, Clang"...

As fist met sword, the shrill sound pierced the air, and space itself cracked.

But no matter how sharp Su Lun's sword was, it was like a light swordsman hacking at a knight's heavy armor, leaving only a mark without injuring the knight inside.

Su Lun's understanding of the laws of Hell had not yet reached the level of a lesser god who could condense the laws into divine nature.

The good news was, after planar suppression, this lesser god's combat power had weakened by at least fifty percent!

It was no longer a case of instant defeat upon contact.

While Su Lun sprang into action, Mr. Jing was not idle either. She divided into nine, and her nine mirror clones stood apart as she shouted, "Myriad Reflections Wheel!"

Against a divine tier, magicians who couldn't manipulate the rules directly were entirely ineffective.

Confinement, Slowing, Attack… Mr. Jing utilized all kinds of Divine Arts she had replicated over the millennia, unleashing them upon the Three-eyed Deity.

Su Lun watched in awe, witnessing the depths of his senior sister's arsenal of spells.

One could say that, in the entire Alchemy plane, no one could compare to her in the number of Divine Arts mastered.

Mr. Jing had mastered almost all known Divine Arts!

Nevertheless, even with such prowess, the Divine Arts that humans could utilize only managed to tug a bit at the strings of the laws. After several exchanges between the two of them, they had not caused any substantial harm to the Three-eyed Deity, God Nideglow; instead, they were surrounded by danger.

To kill this Three-eyed God, they still lacked considerably!

It was during the distraction provided by Mr. Jing and Su Lun that the figure bathed in starlight, Yekaterina, had already conjured a black sphere in her hands: "Astrological Alchemy·Black Hole!"

With a repulsive force, she thrust the black hole in her hands toward the Three-eyed God, who was restrained by runic chains.

The moment the terrifyingly dense black hole appeared, everything around it was sucked in.

In an instant, Yekaterina had rushed a kilometer forward and thrust her palm against the protective divine domain of God Nideglow, as tough as armor.

Looking at the black hole in her hand, Nideglow initially didn't take it seriously; after all, Divine Arts released by humans posed no threat to one who had condensed divine nature.

However, the moment the black hole touched the divine domain, He abruptly noticed something odd: "Astrology? No, there's something else..."

To His surprise, He found an unrecognized force within the black hole, eroding His divine domain.

If completely ignored, that astrologer might indeed break through His divine domain.

But, He also immediately saw the flaw in this technique, and divine power surged through His body as He pushed forward: "God said, let there be light!"

No sooner had He spoken than His words became law, as divine power gathered in His palm, turning into dazzling white light.

This boundless white light was infused into the black hole, causing Yekaterina's face to drastically change, forcing her to retreat quickly. Her Black Hole Formula was powerful, but she couldn't bear too much of it; if it came down to attrition, how could a mere mortal outlast a deity?

However, as soon as this Divine Art was released, forcing the enemy back, the expression of the Three-eyed Deity, God Nideglow, changed once again: "Hm??"

The might of the Divine Art was far less than expected, not only suppressed by the planar confinement but also because His divine power was being stolen?

At that moment, the creepy red moon in the sky grew even more bizarre, with strands of red moonlight diffusing into the air.

Seeing this, the eyes of God Nideglow turned cold as He murmured, "Faith Stealing."

When He had descended in spirit on the Alchemy plane before, He knew that there was a pseudo-god with such a power.

At the time, He thought little of it.

After all, such a pseudo-god could be annihilated with the flick of a hand.

Yet to His amazement, in just a few short years, this pseudo-god had advanced to the point of condensing divine fire.

Such a level of Faith Stealing, if protracted, would become increasingly disadvantageous for Him.

Truth be told, among these Alchemy natives, the greatest threat was still that pseudo-god in the sky.

The Three-eyed God Niedegro sneered inwardly, the vertical pupil in the middle of his forehead slowly opening to gaze upon the red moon in the sky, from which brilliant light burst forth: "Divine Art·All-Encompassing Truth."

Finally, He had deployed the innate ability of the Celestial deities.

....

Pandora must continually steal faith to create opportunities for her companions.

Moreover, with the Power of Faith entangling her, she had no means to evade. If struck by it, she would not die but be severely crippled.

Yet, at this critical juncture, a figure teleported in front of the red moon, calling out lightly, "Armor Dispel!"

Three-eyed God Niedegro looked at that overconfident human trying to protect his comrade from the devastating divine light and his face was filled with scorn.

With [All-Encompassing Truth] unleashed, it was time to end this farce.

However, what unfolded next was something the True God could never have anticipated.

The beam directly hit the man in the black robe, but instead of seeing him disintegrate into primal matter,

Rather, His own divine light... was extinguished!

"What is this?"

The Three-eyed God Niedegro's expression finally changed, He had clearly witnessed the human employ a power beyond His own understanding!

It was somewhat similar to the Black Hole Formula used earlier, yet stronger.

However, before He could comprehend what that power was, in the next instant, the figure had teleported close to his face, appearing right before Him.

[All-Encompassing Truth], like the gaze of Queen Medusa, was inescapable; however, there was still a gap in time!

Su Lun seized the opportunity, and threw a punch.

A miraculous scene unfolded, where the God's Domain Armor that none managed to penetrate just moments ago now cracked under the impact of one punch.

A seemingly invisible force wrapped around the fist, managed to penetrate the indestructible sanctuary, as though a mysterious energy neutralized and obliterated those [Rules of War].

This was the "unspoken rule" power from [Isaac the God Slayer], capable of annihilating the rules of gods.

On the knight's indestructible armor, a large hole appeared!

How did he manage that?

The Three-eyed God Niedegro was shocked, not because His divine domain was breached, but because He did not understand how.

Before He had time to ponder any further, Su Lun, struggling, pressed forward with his punch, and at this moment, Chientiao, seizing the chance, had already swung down her sword: "God-slaying Blade Style·Flower Blade Twenty-six Facets!"

This strike, carrying the might of the Hell's Mirror, pierced fiercely.

Although Chientiao, as a demigod, could not fully grasp the rules on par with a True God, the swordsman managed to apply the few rules she did understand onto the tip of her blade.

"Swoosh~"

The Sword Qi tore through the skin of the Three-eyed Deity, from where golden blood then flowed.

The wound was shallow, but it was the first breach of defense!

Chientiao wanted to strike again, but a divine gust blew past, sending them flying a thousand meters back, creating a series of explosive sounds in the air.

Although in disarray, Su Lun and his companions were simultaneously overjoyed.

They had wounded the body of the True God!

...

The Three-eyed God Niedegro observed the small wound on His abdomen that was oozing golden blood, his eyes full of disbelief.

At this moment, He truly felt threatened.

His face betraying incredulity, He looked at the humans before Him and realized that these ants, whom He had never taken seriously, indeed possessed the means to slay a god.

A deity that had always been held in high esteem was now thoroughly enraged.

Su Lun wouldn't offer this being any time to be shocked; rising from the fall, his fists once again gathered the layer of "unspoken rules" as he charged forward vigorously.

Chientiao followed closely behind.

At that time, Mr. Jing suddenly changed his previous tactic, forming a series of complex sorcerer's seals, "Divine Art: All-Encompassing Replication!"

Yekaterina was the weakest among the few, and she hadn't recovered from the hit by a Divine Art just now. But at this moment, she was shocked to see the sorcerer's seals in Mr. Jing's assassin hands.

Because, that was her unique spell!

Mr. Jing's expression became stern, his eyes already full of stars, as he declared lightly, "Astrological Alchemy·Black Hole!"

Another look, and she had also condensed a black hole in her hands.

She couldn't replicate the "God Slayer" because that was a capability of the prosthesis, but she could replicate any ninth-tier professional's spell!

Yekaterina knew Mr. Jing was powerful, but not being familiar with him, she hadn't expected him to replicate even her own sorcerer's seals.

A great opportunity!

Forcing down a surge of restless blood, Yekaterina set her face determinedly and followed at Mr. Jing's side, charging towards the Three-eyed Deity.

...

The prosthesis of "Sir Isaac's God Slayer," although able to obliterate God's Domain, was like breaking through a knight's armor. Once the armor was broken, your own strength had to be sufficient to defeat the knight himself.

Beings capable of condensing a divine element and stepping into Divinity, their insight, spells, and experience, without exception, were matchless.

Su Lun and his companions exhausted all their techniques, seizing the advantages of time and place, but the fight was still brutal.

If Yekaterina hadn't touched upon the secrets of the "Dark World," only Su Lun could have breached the defenses, but now, it was different!

Mr. Jing replicated Yekaterina's "Black Hole" spell, and with the penetrating swords after breaking the defense, and Pandora's Faith Stealing, their group, united, already had several fatal breakthrough points.

Su Lun stood at the forefront with the dark rules protecting his body, fearing not even the "Word Becomes Law" in its entirety.

The Three-eyed Deity's first defensive target was also him.

But he withstood Su Lun.

Two black holes struck simultaneously, and the myriad swords had already pierced through.

"Thud!"

After another collision, Su Lun and his companions were once again pushed back a thousand meters by the shockwave of the Divine Art.

However, seeing the new wounds on the body of God Niedegro, joy was evident on their faces.

Now, with planar suppression and faith being stolen, this being could not replenish his Divine Power and would only grow weaker.

From the beginning, this had been Su Lun's complete plan to slay a god.

It was a matter of which side could last until the end.

It was only after truly battling a god that Su Lun fully understood the profound intentions behind Sir Isaac's five notebooks.

"Isaac's Alchemical Heart" provided him with a constant support of Spiritual Power, "Giant's Strength" and "Dragon-Emblazoned Golden Body" provided the physical strength needed to contest a True God, "God Profaner" had the vision of the divine, and "God Slayer" had the power to slay a god!

The five notebooks, five types of prostheses, were all designed to allow mortals to possess the battle strength to stand shoulder to shoulder with deities.

At this moment, Su Lun was filled with surging gratitude.

That Alchemical Demigod truly left a great treasure for the future generations.

However, after crossing swords, Su Lun once again marveled at how powerful Sir Isaac must have been a thousand years ago?

Without further thought, the two sides already clashed several more rounds.

As divine arts collided with the earth shattering, they fiercely contested over a hundred rounds in a flash. Were it not for this sealed "God-Forbidden Space," even the plane itself would have crumbled.

...

As time passed, Niedegro, observing his increasing number of wounds, could no longer maintain the arrogance of a deity and felt a real threat of death.

But now, the divine fire was forbidden, Divine Power was suppressed by planar forces, "Word Becomes Law" and God's Domain were restrained by that bizarre power capable of annihilating everything. This made him, a True God, rage at being restricted at every turn.

In any other plane, those below Divinity, even so-called Demigods, were nothing but insects that could be crushed at will.

But these alchemists, with their odd alchemical prostheses and abilities, managed to restrain him at every turn.

His divine dignity offended, God Niedegro's rage surged to his head.

Imprisoned within this space, there was no possibility of escape, and the only option was to fight relentlessly.

Niedegro, seeing that divine arts couldn't kill Su Lun, ceased using conventional divine arts and instead began to cast curse magic, "In the name of the gods, call forth the realm of agony, enslave the suffering souls of gods, heed my narration... Divine Art·Calamity Entwined!"

If physical means were to be eradicated, then the shift would be to the mystical realm of magic.

The moment the curse was uttered, it seemed as though a malevolent force was summoned from the void.

However, at that moment when the curse was unleashed, something unexpected happened.

He had intended to curse the Puppet Master first, yet he was completely unaware that a pair of All-knowing Eyes had already seen through the divine art.

....

Su Lun had always deliberately concealed Pestoya's existence.

He was waiting for this very moment!

Watching as this Three-eyed Deity suddenly concentrated the power of curse rules and targeted him, he was far from alarmed, instead, he was thrilled.

This fellow dared to use curse magic, and Su Lun became certain of one thing: He didn't know about Pestoya's existence!

Back in the Dragon Country Waters, there was a necromancer named Robins who had used a divine curse, and Su Lun had deceived him. After collecting his soul, Su Lun learned that the necromancer worshipped a deity known as "God of Death Calas."

Su Lun guessed then that the deity who had been tricked, in all likelihood, wouldn't go around broadcasting the embarrassing incident of being severely injured by a lower being, so Pestoya might not be in the intelligence of the celestial realms!

If he could conceal her as a "trump card," it might prove to be tremendously effective.

And indeed, it was!

This Three-eyed Deity Niedegro was completely oblivious and had used curse magic!

"Thud!"

Before he could think further, the curse magic collided with his soul as if two vehicles had clashed head-on.

Normally, a True God with divine fire is like a locomotive that could easily shatter the glass-like soul of a human.

However, this time Niedegro miscalculated.

The moment his curse was cast, it felt as though two steel trains had collided.

Far from shattering the opponent, both parties were injured in the process.

Niedegro, hit by the backlash of the curse, couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of golden blood, and he realized in an instant, "Dammit, that's how Calas was wounded!"

Watching Su Lun's body surface, he was even more shocked, "Divine fire! These activations have actually stolen the divine fire of a True God?"

He realized that something disastrous was afoot.

If one could steal the divine fire of a True God, it meant that the beings of this alchemical world had actually slaughtered a True God?

However, before he could make sense of it all, the confusion caused by the curse's backlash provided an excellent opportunity for his opponent.

...

"Success!"

Su Lun felt great joy in his heart.

Pestoya was not weak in combat, but he had never let her show herself, waiting for this moment.

The Three-eyed Deity, upon realizing that his divine power could be countered by the [God Slayer], would certainly think to use some mystical means.

Casting a curse was one of the best options.

And the gamble paid off!

Not caring about Pestoya who was also gravely injured, Su Lun's fists once again thundered against Niedegro's God's Domain. Currently, with his divine power unstable and scattered, it was several times easier than before!

"Boom!"

His punches eradicated most of the God's Domain, and Mr. Jing and Ekaterina's black hole arrived an instant later.

As soon as the God's Domain was breached, Chientiao transformed into a stream of sword light, fearlessly slashing from the opening.

Chientiao, turning into a Golden Body Rakshasa, unleashed his strongest strike: "God's Profound Truth·Dawn of the New World!"

This sword strike was like slicing through a divine kingdom, with a thousand unhesitant piercings thrusting forward.

"Swish"

Bisected with a single slash.

The three-eyed God Nideglow was cut in half at the waist, the blade striking upon His divinity, as golden blood sprayed a thousand streams over His body.

This strike not only cut through the flesh but also caused cracks upon the divinity itself.

With both the divine fire and body severely damaged, Nideglow couldn't help but vomit a large mouthful of blood.

It was during this moment that the sky's red moon flourished greatly.

Pandora didn't care about her safety and frantically absorbed the spreading divine power from the deity's spilled faith with strands of crimson moonlight quickly falling down.

In that brief instant, Nideglow felt the divine power inside of Him surge out uncontrollably, worsening His injuries beyond repair.

"Scram!"

After all, He was a True God, and, raging, He waved His hand, shattering much of the bloody moonlight—not without vomiting another mouthful of golden blood.

In the void, Pandora also let out a stifled grunt from her injury.

Su Lun and the others didn't dare to delay, seizing upon the enemy's weakness, intent on taking their life!

...

When Nideglow sensed the oncoming murderous intent, He still didn't let go of His divine arrogance and sneered, "Foolish humans, go to die!"

He used the Curse Magic again!

But this time, the target was not Su Lun, but Qian Tiao who was covered in divine blood.

Using divine blood as the medium, there was no escape.

He couldn't believe there was a second divine fire spirit to protect the body!

He had noticed that, while the other few could break through the God's Domain, this swordsman was the genuinely fatal "blade."

As long as He killed her first, the alchemists' methods would be insufficient, and He would still have a chance to turn defeat into victory!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, without any warning, Qian Tiao collapsed, spirit extinguished, dead on the spot, even before her blade fell.

Seeing this,

Mr. Jing and the others paled drastically.

Only a glint of sharpness flashed through Su Lun's eyes.

"Hahaha..."

Nideglow sneered viciously in triumph, with the pressure instantly lessened by half.

Su Lun and his companions frowned but didn't care for Qian Tiao, charging fiercely once again.

Nideglow, enduring his injuries, reconvened His divine realm into form, delivering a heavy fist in response.

Even with the divine realm breached, the remaining trio's attacks were not enough to kill Him.

If only He could survive this moment, He would have the chance to kill off these few one by one.

However, He could never have imagined that just after Qian Tiao's sudden death, a cross from an Anka divine symbol lit up in the sky.

Using the divine power of the Taris clan, Pandora activated the resurrection power of the "Key of Eternity"!

Qian Tiao, who had died on the spot, suddenly opened her eyes and, without having time to contemplate, she drew her sword and slashed down once again.

...

Su Lun had anticipated while strategizing the God-slaying battle that if a fight were to break out, the divine being's first target would definitely be him, the one who could breach His divine realm.

But with Pestoya and the "God Slayer" armor to protect him, as long as he was careful, even a True God wouldn't possibly kill him in a short time.

So, the second target He would want to kill would undoubtedly be Qian Tiao, the greatest threat to Him!

The "Key to Immortality" was thousands of backups even she didn't know about, only because in her heart there was no way to retreat into resurrection, not even a god could divine it.

...

With one slash, Qiantiao cut right into the godhood that had just been cracked.

With a clang,

the godhood shattered on impact.

The rules of hell converged on the blade, creating a huge gap on the divinely condensed godhood.

The Three-Eyed God Nideglow, heavily injured by these continuous major attacks, no longer had the capacity to struggle.

Even so, a True God is not so easily killed.

As long as the divine fire burns, the deity remains indestructible!

In such a situation, others might be helpless, but Sir Isaac had left behind many methods to seal a god.

Seeing that Three-Eyed God Nideglow was still trying to use some Divine Arts to resist, Su Lun, Mr. Jing, Qiantiao, and Yekaterina acted swiftly, dismembering its limbs and then taking out several rune caskets to seal each part separately!

If it couldn't be killed, then seal it away.

As for the divine fire, having been severely damaged by the backlash of Curse Magic, it was now weak and chaotic.

Without the slightest delay, Su Lun was enveloped in the green flames of the "Death God's Fire," seizing the frail divine fire. Beside him, Mr. Jing performed the sorcerer's seals, and chains of runes tightly bound the divine fire.

The crisis was averted.

They had truly defeated a True God!

Success!

Su Lun and the others sealed the caskets tightly, still finding it hard to believe as they looked at the golden blood spilled on the ground that they had really done it.

"Pestoya, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy..."

"Miss Pandora?"

"A minor issue. My divine body took a heavy blow, but with the Divine Power stolen today, I should recover in a few years."

...

Su Lun inquired, and though his companions all bore injuries, thankfully there were no casualties.

Mr. Jing, Qiantiao, Pestoya, Pandora, Yekaterina... They exchanged glances, each seeing the thrill and relief in the others' eyes.

They had done it, they had slain a True God!

The greatest crisis of the grand battle was resolved.

And they were only a step away from resolving the crisis of the Alchemy plane.

After catching their breath for a moment, Su Lun immediately said, "Let's get out of here fast."

Mr. Jing and the others nodded in agreement, "Right."

They were well aware that after slaying a deity, they wouldn't have much time left.

...

Once the "Forbidden God Space" was dispelled, Su Lun and the others reemerged on the ocean surface.

The battle outside was still raging.

Although the magic legions from the Heavenly Plane had been routed, the arrival of the deity had suddenly invigorated the previously desperate Heavenly Plane mages like a shot of adrenaline, leading them to furiously counterattack. This was especially true for the Demigod powerhouses, who were now banding together to confront the Empire's experts.

They believed a god could solve everything.

However, when the mages saw Su Lun and his party emerging alive, their faith collapsed in an instant.

The mages couldn't believe it; why were the living ones those Alchemy natives?

Despite all the confusion, the reality was right before their eyes.

The deity they worshipped, had been defeated!

Otherwise, it would not have failed to appear.

On the other hand, as soon as Su Lun and Mr. Jing—those pinnacle fighters from the Dawn Era—appeared, and the moment Empress Yekaterina showed herself, the entire United Empire's tens of millions of fleets immediately boiled over with fervor.

...

"Let's go!"

But Su Lun and his companions didn't dare linger; the battlefield at the Imperial Strait no longer needed their worry.

They had more important matters to attend to.

Mr. Jing and the others nodded, Su Lun then gathered them into the minor void realm with one hand and teleported onto an airship dozens of nautical miles away, which was already furnished with a long-distance spatial transmission formation.

The transmission formation activated instantly, and the scenery around them changed in a flash. Su Lun had crossed tens of thousands of miles to appear in a cellar.

This was a secret base in Zambra of the Southern Mafa province, equipped with a teleportation formation for easy translocation.

Without delay, Su Lun followed the previously set spatial coordinates and teleported to a desolate mountain.

In the midst of deep autumn, the rustling of leaves filled the air, and the natural hot spring still flowed with clear, gurgling waters.

Many times, Su Lun, Mr. Jing, and Qiantiao had soaked in this hot spring.

All this familiarity, it was time to say goodbye.

Thoughts flew through his mind, and Su Lun looked off into the distance at the blue column piercing the sky, once again utilizing directed displacement.

The camp of the planar passageway, where magic towers stood tall, was originally an impregnable magic castle. But at this moment, only a few hundred thousand people were garrisoned there, and not even a demigod was present.

After all, no one imagined that a planar passageway guarded by a deity would require any army to be stationed there.

Su Lun and his group had just dealt with that Three-eyed Deity, the news of which had not yet seeped back.

The mages in the camp were completely unprepared, and a few strangers had already teleported in.

The magic towers lit up with radiance, but it was nothing compared to the threat of the earlier seven million-strong army.

The Puppet Theater of Su Lun reemerged, and with help from Mr. Jing and the others, they quickly overcame the magic legion within the camp.

Before long, the battle ended.

With a slap of the Suren Sorcerer's Seal, countless "Asgardian gemstones" fell to the ground.

These stones were incredibly durable, and in the days to come, Mr. Jing and others would build a sufficiently sturdy Sky-piercing Tower at the mouth of the planar passageway, enclosing the exit. At the very least, this would inflict heavy damage on any enemies that might emerge.

The fall of a deity in the Alchemy plane would certainly be detected by other deities of the Heavenly plane.

There was no time for the slightest delay.

Having done everything, Su Lun moved to the front of the passageway.

In the last moment before stepping through the spatial passageway, he looked back at his several companions and his lips curled into a faint smile. "I'm off."

Mr. Jing was as elegantly composed as ever, his eyes brimming with tenderness, "Hmm. Take care."

Qiantiao's eyes were sharp, and smacking her lips, she said, "Kid Su Lun, stay alive. I'll come find you. The Heavenly plane, I'll make sure to visit someday."

Yekaterina waved goodbye, her eyes full of stars, "Goodbye, Mr. Su Lun."

Pestoya was already bawling, her little face filled with grievance as she asked, "Su Lun, when can we see each other again?"

Su Lun pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly, "It should be... in the near future."

With that, he patted the girl's head, hesitated no longer, and stepped into the blue light of the planar passageway.

He didn't stay any longer, nor did he dare to.

With the planar passageway camp being attacked, the Heavenly plane must already be aware of the incident, any delay could bring changes.

Although reluctant,

Goodbyes had already been said before.

His thoughts were not yet concluded, but the scenery around him became a void.

Entering the dimensional passage was like entering a space-time wormhole; as soon as he entered, he was already far, far away.

Su Lun did not dare to delay. He took out the space debris he had found in the cracks of the void, and a mighty spiritual power surged from within him. His eyes turned sharp, "Divine Art: Star Shatter!"

In an instant, the space debris exploded.

It was like shattered glass strewn all over the ground, scattering everywhere within the spatial channel.

He passed through, scattering shards all along the way.

Now, whoever tried to pass through would not be able to avoid these pieces of space debris.

The death rate would be very high.

After doing all this, Su Lun finally felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

The mission was, at last, complete.

Annihilating the magic legion, slaying gods, destroying the alchemical dimension... these were all part of the plan.

At least for the next few decades, the alchemical dimension should be relatively peaceful.

Only at this moment did he truly relax.

Su Lun couldn't help but look back at the entrance of the spatial passage that had shrunk to a small bright spot in his field of vision, and in his heart he said to himself, "Alchemy dimension, goodbye. Everyone, goodbye too."

Just like when he came to the alchemical dimension alone,

he was now leaving,

alone.

For a moment, many memories flashed through Su Lun's mind. From traveling to Old Spiriton's dark underground city, to the ancient ruins of Luying, to the Mechanical Holy Land Mafa, to the Western Sea, all the way to... The mysterious veil of the alchemical dimension seemed to be fully lifted before him just now, revealing an astonishingly beautiful truth. However, looking back at all the friends he had met and experiences he had had over the years, it was those friends that brought a smile to his face.

...

Traveling through the spatial passage seemed to make one forget about time.

It felt like a long time had passed, and yet it seemed like a mere moment of wandering thought.

Suddenly, Su Lun saw the exit, where powerful magical fluctuations were already surging.

Knowing that mages from the divine dimension must be waiting at the exit, he wrapped himself in unspoken rules for full defense. The space-time power of the [Urobolos Space-Time Ring] was also ready to be unleashed. Mr. Crow transformed into a bidirectional crow form, staying by his side.

The exit came in an instant, and Su Lun immediately felt an overwhelming magical suppression, his eyes flickering with dazzling magical brilliance. Before he could understand what was happening, he lost consciousness.

Fortunately, the power of space from the ring was triggered.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard a voice at his side.

"Eh... Captain Katherine, there's someone here who has fainted. He seems to be seriously injured..."

"He might be an adventurer who came to hunt magical beasts in the Blacktooth Forest. Alman, go see if he can be saved, then bring him along."

"Oh~ Captain, you're just too kind. Bringing an injured person will be troublesome. When we return to Silverwind City, the leader will again say you..."

"..."

Su Lun opened his eyes and saw a small magic team of seventeen or eighteen adventurers. They were all dressed as adventurers, with the insignia of the Bloodthorn Adventure Group on their chests.

Blacktooth Forest, Silverwind City, Bloodthorn...

His mind automatically searched for relevant information, and instantaneously, he had the results.

In the southern part of the Ascieden Empire, the Graceland Principality near the Blacktooth Mountain Range, there lies the famous "Bloodthorn Magical Adventure Group" in Silverwind City. The group's leader is a seventh-order Magic Conductor, "Holy Demon" Bart Gallah, with a good reputation.

Having thought this, Su Lun breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Lucky.

He was more or less at the displacement location he had anticipated. At least he hadn't fainted in a big city of the Ascieden Empire or in some dangerous magical beast's lair.

The first step in his journey to the divine dimension was, at last, safe.

Above in the tree, Mr. Crow leisurely preened his glossy feathers.