Boom—whoosh—!!!
A pale cyan point of light streaked through the atmosphere in a straight line. At several times the speed of sound, it carved a vacuum corridor through the crystalline mist that filled the sky, racing toward Patrick.
"Wha..."
But Patrick was, after all, a lightning-type Ascendant of the Second Energy Level. He still detected the special alchemical shell coming from behind him—and even found it exceedingly familiar. It was one of the elite alchemical shells meant to ambush Master Gose!
What went around came around. Now that shell was aimed at his head.
He turned his head and saw Master Gose above the other end of the rift, pulling a connector from his abdomen and linking it to the Alchemical Cannon.
Just as Ian had suspected, the old man's chest and abdomen had long ceased to be normal flesh and blood. They were metallic mechanisms altered through bio-alchemy.
It was precisely this machinery that had left him almost powerless to resist Patrick's lightning ambush. Yet it was also this miniature Alchemy Furnace Core hidden within his body that allowed him to manufacture large quantities of alchemical potions even after nearly losing his Ascendant power.
And even now, it accelerated the charging of the alchemical module, unleashing a shot as swift as lightning in the span of a single instant!
The blond noble wanted to dodge and use the lightning clouds swirling around him to deflect the shell.
With his speed and strength, he could have done it.
And precisely because of that, he let his attention wander during his struggle with Ian.
An opening.
A pale golden streak lit up. Watery halos flowed through Ian's eyes as he seized the moment and thrust his sword at the center of Patrick's chest. Realizing his mistake, the man hurriedly raised his