Mechanical Alchemist

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Pestoya was a special Spiritual Body fused with divine fire.

If anyone in this world could understand how the gods perceive the world, it would undoubtedly be her.

Just now, when the falling meteor collided with the royal palace’s defense, certain prohibitions were cracked open, although they quickly recovered. However, the brief leak of aura was captured by Pestoya.

Listening to her, Mr. Jing’s crystal eyes flickered with wisdom. After pondering for a moment, he also analyzed, "Underground shouldn’t be the main body of that Outer God. The number of aberrations in the city is still insufficient for its descent. And the entirety of Lingdun City would need a very large magic altar for the sacrifice. If nothing else, this underground location should be a crucial point of the magic Formation, with the aura leaking from there."

"Hmm."

Su Lun also felt that it should be the case.

If that Outer God could descend, it would have done so already; otherwise, the Queen Charlotte wouldn’t be stalling for time here.

Moreover, they had previously surmised that for a sacrifice ritual of such a large scale across Lingdun City, special magic formations would be needed for the Outer God to draw in either the Power of Faith or the essence of life.

However, due to the vast size of the city and the royal family running interference, no one knew the exact location of that key point of the Formation so far.

Now, Pestoya’s perception had been a huge help.

But before they had time to consider in detail, Mr. Jing suddenly sensed something, his expression suddenly became stern, and he shouted, "It has detected me!"

Su Lun hadn’t yet realized who "It" referred to when he saw Mr. Jing disappear from the spot.

A voice came through the communicator, "I’m going to distract the Outer God. Su Lun, you have Pestoya by your side, so It won’t be able to detect you. Go down there and have a look; if there’s any danger, notify me immediately."

Realizing this, Su Lun understood that their discussion about the crucial steps for the Outer God’s descent had directly attracted the attention of that divine will.

Su Lun heard this and his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

It was a huge risk...

But it seemed that they were the only ones with a chance.

At the same time, a plan emerged in Su Lun’s mind. He looked at Pestoya beside him and asked, "Where do you sense the location is?"

Pestoya blinked, gestured with her fingers, and said, "It’s deep, very deep underground... From here, go down, then towards that direction over there."

"..."

Su Lun realized upon hearing this abstract description that Ms. Ghost’s sense of distance was not very good.

It was normal, though; soil interferes with all kinds of perception, and the inconsistent density of soil layers can also greatly mislead perception.

And since it was an Outer God’s altar for collecting faith, there must surely be other interferences from prohibitions.

But... Not being clear on even the basic directions was inexcusable.

Su Lun heard this and smiled slightly.

Pestoya returned the gaze and said with a face that saw right through him, "That look in your eyes—I can’t help but feel like you think I’m a bit dumb."

Su Lun reached out and pinched her little face, which, despite her being a ghost, felt very real under his fingers. He said with a chuckle, "Let’s go, let’s go down and take a look." Read latest stories on freewebnovel

Suddenly having her cheek pinched, Pestoya sported a somewhat fierce and grumpy expression. Yet, upon hearing about going on an adventure, Ms. Ghost’s face immediately lit up with joy, exclaiming, "Okay!"

Having been trapped for a thousand years, even a little excitement made her very happy.

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Su Lun looked up at the sky at the eighth falling meteor, planning to wait for it to land.

The battle near the royal palace was in a stalemate, with top-ranking professionals bombarding each other, the situation was dire to the extreme. Even professionals of the seventh or eighth rank could easily be focused down and killed; lower-ranked professionals and cannon fodder were hardly any different. Rushing in meant turning to ash.

Fireworks had already exploded overhead, and the life-preserving Queen Charlotte still did not dare to leave the palace.

Now, if she were to run out, she would immediately be executed by the opposing faction.

In an instant, the eighth meteor arrived.

The excessively exaggerated sound of it tearing through the air had become a deafeningly aggressive sonic wave by their ears.

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The royal palace’s defenses were too late to gather power for the next shot of the magic energy cannon. Someone used anti-gravity alchemy in an attempt to slow down the meteor’s descent, but the outcome was not promising.

At that moment, a mecha soared into the sky and, like a transforming transformer, rapidly morphed into a behemoth over ten meters tall.

The man who took action was Mafa’s Grand General, Burton Christ.

The behemoth mecha was covered in heavy armor, and a thick magic shield lit up around it. As it fired an overloaded annihilation black light cannon at the meteor, and just as the meteor’s shell began to crack, the mecha collided with it. The two touched, the meteor exploded in the sky, and the behemoth mecha was sent flying back, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Yekaterina was already nearly at the seventh tier, and her Meteor Drop was a genuine seventh-tier spell, bolstered by gravity hundreds of times over, something even eighth-tier professionals would not dare to face head-on.

Su Lun watched this scene and murmured to himself, "Mecha spatial folding technology and external heavy machinery armor... tsk tsk, using the body to endure the meteor’s impact, I wonder how many at the eighth-tier could withstand that."

The meteors that reached the ground were all extremely dense iron, creating a sensation upon impact that was far from pleasant.

Su Lun was proficient in machinery himself; how could he not know that such a direct collision, no matter how good the battle armor, would result in severe wear?

The people of Mafa who came to help were not necessarily willing to fight to the death for that old woman.

"Eighth-tier armor, huh..."

A glint of fervor flashed through Su Lun’s eyes.

But he didn’t continue to watch the commotion.

Just as the loud explosion rang out, he pinched the sorcerer’s seals and summoned the terrifying wax figure, the Headless Knight, wreathed in earth elementals.

Then he quickly pulled out the Shroud of Oz’s Iceman to wrap himself tightly, and instantly his presence vanished without a trace.

The Headless Knight stood beside him, quickly turning elemental and blending into the earthy soil below.

The invisible Su Lun, wrapped in earth elementals, smoothly merged into the ground as well.

Digging a tunnel was utterly impractical—it would only cause the outer god to detect him earlier.

Teleportation without sensing space was also impossible.

Luckily, the Elemental Wax Figure from talent A-002, the Earthshaker, was not only useful in battle but also perfect for burrowing through soil.

Not a single detail could be overlooked when dealing with anything related to an evil god. Su Lun enveloped himself in bandages, completely concealing his presence.

Even if someone did sense something, they would only lock onto the Headless Knight.

Once the surrounding earth turned elemental, it was like sinking into water, very smooth and utterly silent.

And so, he descended steadily.

Fortunately, although this directionless ghost lady couldn’t specify a location, she could still find her way step by step once below.

When they were around one thousand three hundred meters down, Pestoya indicated they had arrived.

After carefully discerning the location, Su Lun finally confirmed it.

It was a space with a specially arranged shielding barrier, very well hidden.

If it weren’t for his close proximity, Su Lun almost missed it.

The altar was hidden here, far from discovery.

...

Touching the defense barrier would certainly lead to detection, and Su Lun had no intention of doing so. Instead, he took out a small piece of spatial crystal core.

Although valuable, now was not the time to be frugal.

He pinched the teleportation magic, and as the teleportation crystal core shattered into dust, he passed straight through the barrier and appeared in the subterranean space.

Although he did not sense any spiritual body fluctuation, upon entering, Su Lun immediately felt himself in a horrifyingly chaotic spiritual power field. His soul felt as if it had been struck with a heavy blow, and in an instant, a complex surge of negative spiritual power flooded his mind.

Fear, despair, grief, the hysterical wails and screams...

Before Su Lun’s eyes, horrifying scenes seemed to materialize, the land soaked in blood, people struggling in despair on the verge of death.

He knew all too well; these were the happenings unfolding in Lingdun City at that very moment.

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This space was filled with the negative spiritual power of millions from Lingdun City, absorbed by the outer god.

If Pestoia’s soul hadn’t attached itself to his body, Su Lun feared he might have gone mad from the psychic impact the moment he arrived.

After a moment of strangeness, clarity returned to Su Lun’s eyes instantly.

Before him was a world awash in crimson.

This was a blood-red space, approximately one hundred square meters.

The walls all around were like living blood vessels, flesh pulsing everywhere.

Su Lun looked on without any change in expression. He had witnessed this once before on the Rodrica Queen cruise ship; it was clearly an altar for the Giants’ Hermitage to sacrifice to the Evil God.

In the flesh walls were embedded eight stone pillars carved with profound runes, which were emanating black light.

In the center of the space stood an altar, also inscribed with countless runes.

Su Lun noticed a stone at the very center of the altar at a glance.

There, drawn in blood-red lines, was a monster reminiscent of a graffiti board, a creature with wings and numerous tentacles.

[The Statue of Clarence that Gathers the Power of Faith]

Detailed Description: An ancient stele carrying the faith of a powerful Ancient God. Over time, the will remaining in the stele gradually developed its consciousness, coming to believe it was that Ancient God. Forged from the stone of Henite Byjog God Mountain; it contains secrets you are yet unable to look upon directly;

Su Lun also saw this stele and instantly knew what it was!

With his now considerable understanding of the divine system, he was very clear that it was a vessel for faith before a false god coalesced its divinity.

One could say it was the most important thing to that Evil God.

"I’ve come to the right place!"

Su Lun rejoiced inwardly, yet at the same time, a terrifying sense of impending death struck him.

Could it be such a coincidence to stumble upon the lair of the outer god?

And it wasn’t just the stele; Su Lun also noticed that the altar was covered in dense red crystals.

These transparent crystals were naturally[Blood Refining Crystal Cores]!

Unlike the [Thousand-Men Blood Refining Crystal Cores] Su Lun had obtained before, the crystal cores here were much larger, containing life essence so rich it seemed like a sea of blood.

Upon closer inspection, there were not only [Ten-Thousand-Men Blood Refining Crystal Cores] but also several [Hundred-Thousand-Men Blood Refining Crystal Cores]!

If I were to absorb these...

To what extent would my vitality and strength attributes skyrocket?

Su Lun was well aware that these crystal cores were what the outer god needed for its descent.

Without the luxury of further thought, an idea instinctively surfaced in his mind: "What if I were to shatter that stele? Would that prevent the outer god from descending?"

He had only been inside for a second or two, the outer god was still focused on the battle outside, and might not have had time to react, thus the probability of a successful sneak attack was extremely high.

Su Lun had always been one to act swiftly and decisively. No sooner had the thought occurred than he put it into action.

While notifying Mr. Jing, he withdrew the [Siegfried’s Dragon Slayer Dagger] with one hand and a vial of Fall Angel’s blood with the other, ready to enchant it on the spot and strike the statue with a single blow.

Since the false god had not yet descended, Su Lun was certain that it did not possess the prowess of a Tier-9 professional; otherwise, it would have gone out and killed Master Pierre long ago.

Whether or not the strike would be successful was one thing, but the tactic was surely correct!

Yet, no sooner had this thought arisen than some will, as though from beyond the shroud, sensed this intruder.

Moreover, this will clearly perceived Su Lun’s capability to threaten its stone statue, and just as he teleported onto the altar, suddenly, the statue vanished!

"It ran away?"

Seeing the statue disappear, Su Lun also realized he had been discovered.

But he was slightly surprised.

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Had he just drawn his sword and actually frightened away that external god?

Such a formidable external god, not even putting up a fight?

Su Lun guessed that it might have been because the external god didn’t have a physical form yet, that there was a fierce battle outside, or perhaps it hadn’t expected someone suddenly intruding... any way, it had fled.

But the next moment, in this space of flesh and blood, a figure in a cape seething with killing intent suddenly appeared.

Sensing the soul fluctuations he had once encountered, Su Lun’s pupils contracted sharply, "The Grandmaster of the Giant’s Hermit Society!"

This was an eighth-tier profession, not to be taken lightly

However, before that person could act, a card on Su Lun flashed, and Mr. Jing also appeared by his side.

The pressure akin to that of a mountain vanished in an instant.

Mr. Jing, looking at the altar, a trace of unusual emotion flickered through her crystal-like eyes, as if feeling a sense of relief. But this wasn’t the time for discussions; she forcefully said, "You go first, leave this to me."

Hearing this, Su Lun didn’t dare to hesitate, but before teleporting away, he saw a huge "Thousand-Men Blood Refining Crystal Core" at his feet, which he promptly grabbed and stuffed into his pocket dimension.

Looking again, the scenery around him changed, and he was already on the ground.

In the Rose Manor, this was the bridal mansion he had lived in for a few days after marrying Yekaterina, and in the safe room of the basement, he had arranged a large reverse spatial displacement coordinate in case of emergency. The formation wasn’t damaged, which meant the meteor hadn’t hit this place yet.

Su Lun teleported again and appeared outside the house, the garden was in complete disarray.

There were deep pits on the ground from meteor impacts, and quite a few bodies.

The battle was still raging fiercely, and meteors continued to fall from the sky.

However, just as he appeared in the garden, a blunt voice from his communicator suddenly warned, "Everyone, be careful, an external god is about to descend!"

Upon hearing this, Su Lun immediately made a hasty retreat, frantically teleporting in the direction away from the palace.

Almost at the same moment as the communicator’s message ended, the ground suddenly swelled, then burst forth like a volcanic eruption, with a colossal wave of energy shooting up into the sky.

Two figures shot out from underground.

Su Lun didn’t need to see this to know what had happened.

Mr. Jing had destroyed the Evil God’s altar!

The intense commotion startled everyone in the midst of battle.

At that moment, the mist in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing a terrifyingly large crimson moon that appeared in everyone’s view.

The expansive Lingdun City was enveloped in a blood-colored halo.

An indescribable, ineffable will slowly became clear.

Su Lun had long closed his right eye, using only the All-knowing Eye to watch that moon, which seemed so red it was as if blood might drip from it.

He wasn’t surprised, though.

Even if there were other altars beneath Lingdun City, it was pointless now. With the position of the first altar exposed, just like discovering one angle of a nine-pointed star magic circle, the rough locations of the remaining eight could also be deduced.

If one were to destroy them one by one, the external god probably wouldn’t be able to descend.

Now, no matter how prepared it was, it had to descend!

As that indescribable will descended, millions of zombies in the city, along with the worshippers, knelt on the ground, looking up at the crimson moon with faces full of devotion and frenzy.

The crimson moon, like the eye of a deity, emotionlessly overseeing everything on the ground.

In Su Lun’s eyes, however, he saw strands of red silk extending from the worshippers and zombies to the moon above.

Seeing this, he felt a trace of puzzlement, "Strings of faith... Why does this feel like my puppet theater?"

Controlling each puppet with strings, and the external god using strings of faith to control each believer, in essence, how similar are they?

Looking again, within that crimson moon, a figure bathed in golden light slowly descended.