This is Blasphemy Against God!

"Bishop Antioch, this is it! I just saw that wizard and the witch hunter emerge from the house from afar, and they fought all the way here..."

A quarter of an hour later, in the lower city, a scavenger, ragged and covered in dirt, bowed his hunched figure and looked at the priests of the Holy See before him, carefully recounting everything he had seen.

Antioch said nothing, lowering his head to examine the scorch marks on the ground. The bright red blood had turned dark red after being steamed by the high temperature. The overturned earth and the scattered remnants of flesh and blood all testified to the brutality of the battle.

The cause of such severe destruction was likely a second-circle magic, Flame Burst Spell!

"Where are the bodies?" Antioch suddenly questioned. There were clear signs of battle on the ground, but Blainey's body was nowhere to be found.

The scavenger swallowed, and spoke with difficulty. "After the witch hunter died, the wizard threw him into... threw him into the Yin River..."

"This is blasphemy against God!"

Before Antioch could speak, a middle-aged priest behind him exclaimed excitedly.

In recent years, thanks to Duke Nordland's "wise" actions, the entire lower reaches of the Yin River had become a veritable cesspool.

It should be known that Blainey's identity was more than just a witch hunter; he was also a designated member of the Holy See's Divine Punishment Army, and had even drunk a Divine Grace Potion in advance, effectively becoming God's envoy on earth.

The only reason he frequently participated in witch hunts was to bolster his resume.

Yet, that wizard, corrupted by demons, had cruelly murdered him and thrown his body into the filthy Yin River. This was undoubtedly a provocation to the Holy See's authority!

The scavenger's body trembled uncontrollably, and he lowered his head in fear.

Antioch tightened his grip on his staff, his anger surging. He turned to the trembling scavenger and questioned him again.

"Did you get a clear look at the wizard who killed Blainey? Did anyone else get involved midway?"

"I only caught a few glimpses from afar, my lord Bishop. There shouldn't have been a second wizard..." the scavenger replied, trembling slightly. "He looked like he had just come of age, with brown hair, about as tall as you."

"Carl..." Antioch murmured to himself, searching his mind for information about the individual.

Before this, he hadn't paid much attention to this unremarkable wizard apprentice. After all, according to the intelligence he had received, the other party had only been apprenticing for about six months and was not valued by Wizard Coru. He was the least threatening of all the targets...

But now, it seemed that was not the case...

Casting a second-circle Flame Burst Spell and killing two witch hunters in quick succession was not something a novice who had just started with magic could do!

Unless he possessed a powerful alchemical artifact, or... was a formal wizard like Coru!

Several days later, in an inn in Ur Town, on the border of Nordland Territory.

Lynn, jolted awake from a nightmare, leaped from the hard wooden bed and moved to the window at top speed, observing the scene outside.

Seeing that everything was normal and no one was there to besiege him, Lynn finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since he killed those two witch hunters in the slums five days ago, he had been worried about the Inquisition's pursuit. He had even deliberately taken a detour to Ur Town, even going so far as to feign escape routes.

Perhaps his amateurish anti-tracking skills had actually worked, or perhaps the Inquisition didn't have the time to bother with a mere wizard apprentice like him. To this day, he hadn't encountered any pursuers.

However, even so, the journey could only be described as arduous.

Accustomed to the conveniences of modern life, suddenly finding himself in a place resembling medieval Europe was a shock that nearly drove Lynn to the brink of collapse.

After all, there were no phones, no computers, no familiar family or friends. He couldn't have a hot breakfast in the morning and had to gnaw on unspeakably hard black bread with water...

The only fortunate thing was that he possessed all the memories of the original body, Karl. He understood the language and writing of this world, and his combat skills were not weak, which was enough to deter some opportunistic thieves and prevent him from dying on the road.

After several days of torment, Lynn had reluctantly accepted the fact that he had transmigrated. This was already his second day in Ur Town!

Out of caution, Lynn did not rush to find other wizard apprentices. After discovering the markers left by the other party, he secretly returned, spent a day familiarizing himself with the terrain, and purchased over a dozen new flints and a bag of black bread.

The days of fleeing had made Lynn jumpy, but after a preliminary understanding of Ur Town, he immediately realized why Jonnie had chosen this place for their gathering.

As a commercial town on the border of Nordland Territory, it had a mixed flow of people and frequent caravans. An extra stranger or two wouldn't attract too much attention.

Thinking this, Lynn reached for the stone mortar beside him, placed the broken flints inside, and then used a small wooden stick to grind them into a fine powder.

During his time in Ur Town, besides looking for markers and familiarizing himself with the terrain, Lynn had spent all his remaining time on the production of white phosphorus!

White phosphorus is an allotrope of phosphorus, with the chemical formula P4. It appears as a white or pale yellow translucent solid.

There are two common methods of production.

The first is to mix calcium phosphate, quartz sand, and carbon powder into a mixture, heat it to 1400 to 1600 degrees Celsius, then pass the resulting phosphorus vapor through cold water, where it solidifies into white phosphorus.

The second is to heat red phosphorus to 416 degrees Celsius in the absence of air, and then sublimate and cool it.

However, in this world without an industrial system, resembling ancient Europe, it was not easy to find all these raw materials in a short period.

Although 071 had shown him some ancient and "convenient" raw material extraction methods, Lynn was reluctant to use them unless absolutely necessary.

Fortunately, Lynn soon discovered a pleasant surprise: the flints he had been using were mixed with some red phosphorus!

Considering that red phosphorus was used as a highly effective flame retardant in the manufacture of matches in the last century to improve their safety, this was not surprising.

It seemed that the natives of this world had discovered the element phosphorus, but their application of it was still very rudimentary.

Under the continuous grinding of the wooden stick, the flint fragments were gradually broken down. After removing some impurities, only clumps of crimson powder remained...

He didn't have professional equipment, but the magical power was much more useful than scientific instruments!

Mage Hand!

As Lynn's thoughts stirred, the fine red phosphorus seemed to respond to a call and automatically floated up. Then, under the effect of Basic Material Deconstruction, it was deconstructed into its basic molecular state...

(PS: New book, please give me everything!)