The demonic sound rolled and echoed through the sky. Even Lancelot, the owner of the Mouth of Gluttony, couldn't help but feel a chill when he heard it.
Fortunately, the Mouth of Gluttony showed no signs of slipping out of his control, so Lancelot's anxiety subsided.
"The information is reliable. Although the Devil Clan is evil and ferocious, they value order highly, and once a contract is formed, they will adhere to it almost obsessively..."
As a multitude of thoughts raced through his mind, Lancelot's eyes narrowed, and with a swift movement, he vanished in an instant, appearing before Bishop Bolai in the next moment.
Which faction do you belong to?
Bishop Bolai had essentially given up resistance by this point. After all, Nadak, the warlike paladin, was dead, so what much of a ripple could a bishop who wasn't particularly skilled in combat possibly make?
At this point, Bishop Bolai wanted nothing more than to find out who had wronged him.
However, the dragonman opposite him showed no intention of replying. His dragon claws, crackling with lightning, lashed out fiercely, tearing through layers of Divine Power shields, and finally grasping Bishop Bolai in his palm.
Click!
Bones shattered, flesh turned to mush.
Even their souls vanished completely under the intense Radiance of the lightning.
After glancing at the chaotic world around him, Lancelot leaped away.
Half an hour later, a squad of Judgment Knights arrived. They were pursuers, but in terms of tracking skills, they were far inferior to Lancelot.
After examining the wreckage of the shuttle on the ground, the leading knight captain said coldly, "The lightning power is almost Legendary; other forces have intervened."
"Should we continue the pursuit?"
"Go back and report to the commander. Also, take all of these things with you."
"Tsk, quite a lot of good stuff. This fortune is much greater than most Legendary."
With its stealth system activated, the Flame Tyrant raced across the vast plains, Lancelot inspecting the spoils of war with excited admiration.
Although Bishop Bolai is not Legendary, he controls the treasure trove of the Desolation City and possesses many valuable items, a significant portion of which are divine resources that are hard to find elsewhere.
Such as divine crystals, holy water, etc.
Of course, the resources were just a pleasant surprise; Lancelot's mission this time wasn't for any resources.
"According to the Alliance intelligence, Bishop Bolai possesses an extremely valuable document on the pantheon, and obtaining this information is my top priority for this mission."
"But where did he hide this information?"
Looking at the pile of resources in front of him, Lancelot frowned in thought. He had already checked all the relics left by Bishop Bolai and found no information.
At times like this, Lancelot would envy Logo, Eye of Insight Western Capital.
"It's a pity that Logo's strength is still too weak, not strong enough to differentiate into Miracle Creation Sub-bodies, otherwise I could have benefited from it too."
The Miracle Creation of the Astral Realm are all wondrous objects born from the very essence of heaven and earth; they are irreplaceable and unique.
However, it is not difficult to imitate a little bit and make some monkey versions, especially for the Controller of Miracle Creation.
These treasures, imbued with some of the power of Miracle Creation, naturally also inherited some of the mother's abilities.
Note, for example, the Evolution Totem of the offspring in the Bloodline Atlas.
Sub -Elemental Pool in the Elemental Furnace, etc.
By selling these sub-entities, those forces possessing Miracle Creation undoubtedly gain a terrifying new source of wealth, a source of wealth they hold an absolute monopoly on.
However, according to Logo's estimation, if he wanted to differentiate the sub-body of the Eye of Insight, he would need to reach at least the Sanctuary- level; otherwise, doing so rashly would only harm himself.
Moreover, even if a clone is created, it can only be used by the closest people; otherwise, if the existence of the Miracle Creation is exposed, the Aslant Civilization serves as a cautionary tale.
"Since it's not among these relics, then..."
Lancelot's gaze was fixed on the broken body of Bishop Bolai. He released his Divine Power and scanned it carefully, finally discovering a clue.
"So it was hidden under the skin, you're really something."
"Are these the runes the information the Alliance asked me to find?"
"How do we remove it? Replication? What if we miss something?"
"Forget it, let's just send his body back. Let the people at the Divine Research Institute deal with this themselves."
Shaking his head, Lancelot sealed the body of Bishop Bolai in a metal box and sent the Flame Tyrant heading in a certain direction.
He was going to hand over his duties.
"The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. The Divine Research Institute has gone to great lengths to create gods, but alas..."
Lancelot's eyes dimmed slightly. Knowing it was impossible yet still doing it might sound like a great act of courage, but if it meant risking the establishment of the Alliance that would be unstable or even split apart, then it could only be called madness!
In the central region of the Light-Bathed Sea, in a spatial interlayer deep within the ocean, stands a majestic and towering temple. Soft and hopeful morning light permeates every corner, and ethereal divine sounds echo from time to time. Devout believers kneel respectfully, offering a part of themselves to the deity in their hearts.
When one's entire self is given to God, that is what is called a "saint".
In matters of faith, this is a state that can only be encountered by chance and cannot be sought. Even God cannot create saints; one can only wait.
This is why saints hold a position second only to the deity in any religious denomination.
They are the representatives of the gods, their spirits and wills perfectly aligned with the gods. Upon death, their souls will naturally transform into Angel, forever accompanying the gods.
Inside the magnificent hall, Saint Sebawen is praying devoutly.
His body was shrouded in the light of dawn, making it impossible to see his face clearly. Rather, different people would naturally picture a different face when they saw him.
Children, the elderly, youth...
These images perfectly match the image of Sebawen in the hearts of believers, and this is one of the abilities that gods are born with.
Saints, as representatives of God, naturally possess some godlike abilities.
Slow footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged man with a cold expression walked in. He was Graham, one of the leaders of the Sebawen Faith, a fanatic.
"Your Excellency, Saint!"
Graham knelt on one knee.
What is it?
A slightly ethereal voice drifted from above, faint yet carrying an indescribable sense of majesty.
"The counterattack has failed." Graham's head hung low, as if in repentance.
Sebawen remained silent, whether out of habit of losing or simply indifference, it was unclear.
Graham had no choice but to remain kneeling.
After a long while, the saint finally spoke again.
"Our Lord has issued a divine decree."
Graham suddenly raised his head, his expression one of fervent longing.
"The haze from the land of darkness is spreading; death and suffering need the dawn to bring hope. Let the believers prepare for their journey, for suffering is the best soil for devout faith."
"Yes!"
Gendaya Royal Court, Origin Island.
Underground Space.
A massive spatial portal stood there, with various alchemical golems and transport vehicles lined up in an endless queue, like blood vessels, carrying all sorts of supplies into the demiplane.
After four months of construction, the once primitive and wild demiplane has been completely transformed, with the busy figures of the Maker series alchemy assistants everywhere.
These little guys only need some "Cold-Extracted Golden Liquid" to operate around the clock. With the Consciousness Seed implanted in the core database, they can autonomously carry out various alchemical operations.
Mining, smelting, forging, planting, harvesting, transportation...
Like nails, they solidified the loose and chaotic world into a solid block, transforming it into a dimensional factory with explosive productivity.
Even today, although the demiplane is still under construction and constantly consuming various resources from the outside world, it also produces a massive amount of high-value-added products, among which mecha parts are a typical example.
Nowadays, everyone on Planet Oklo knows that the Gendaya Royal Court's mecha technology has overtaken others, with performance that rivals, or even surpasses, that of the Crimson Alliance.
After all, the Crimson Alliance's mechs are technologically advanced.
However, the mechs produced by the Royal Court are diverse, including those with rune features, technological features, and magical features, with a wide range of functions to meet the needs of various customers. Naturally, a massive number of orders have poured in.
Of course, while the alchemy factories in the demiplane have a considerable output, they are still far inferior to those in other territories of the Royal Court.
This is not surprising, since Logo's positioning of the demiplane is as a production base for space warships, and currently, construction is the main focus.
Once construction is complete, the Royal Court will have the ability to build space warships independently, and as long as resources are available, it can quickly rebuild its space fleet.
Center of the demiplane.
A towering alchemical tower floated in the sky, its overall color black and gold. As only the basic construction had been completed, it appeared somewhat rudimentary.
The highest level of the Alchemy Tower.
It is equipped with various sophisticated gold refining facilities, the quality of which is astonishing.
This is Logo's private laboratory.
And this alchemy tower also belonged to him.
He began preparations and collected various resources during his Lower Transcendent stage, and now, Logo has finally begun to formally build the alchemy tower.
However, due to the extremely stringent requirements, even with Logo's current financial resources, it would likely take a considerable amount of time to complete this alchemy tower.
Right side of the laboratory at this moment.
Within the transparent glass pillar, the blood of the Phoenix emitted a faint glow, along with the powerful majesty of Demigod's bloodline.
If it were Phoenix for the surrounding Rune Array of isolated runes, the oppressive aura emanating from the phoenix blood, along with its Transcendent properties, would likely have turned this laboratory into a sea of fire. In fact, if the situation had persisted, it might have even given birth to a terrifying life form with the Phoenix bloodline.
The more powerful a life form is, the more it adapts to the environment rather than adapts to the environment. This is especially evident in high-level bloodline life forms.
However, no matter how noble the bloodline, in the hands of an alchemist, it can only become experimental material.
"As expected of a life form hailed as the closest to the bloodline of the God Race, the arrangement and combination of these bloodline runes alone have endless variations. To study them thoroughly would take an immeasurable amount of time."
After a long while, Logo put down the experimental equipment in his hands and sighed.
The more I study, the more I realize how insignificant I am. There are so many unsolved mysteries in this Astral Realm, and I don't even know if I could explore even a fraction of them in my entire life.
After a moment of wandering thoughts, Logo refocused his attention.
Although the blood of the Phoenix somewhat beyond his current level, the Eye of Insight allows him to see through appearances to the essence, which still enabled Logo to make some progress in his research.
He picked up the test tube in front of him, which contained a pale golden liquid. This was Bioenergy he had cultivated using the blood of the Phoenix, and it could be mass-produced using materials with flame and life-related properties.
Logo named it "Undying Blood".
He even created an alchemical unit called the "Undying Feather Guard" based on the concept of Undying Blood.
This alchemical unit is around the Tier Six in strength, possessing both human and avian forms. Its combat power is quite formidable, and what's even more disgusting is that it inherits some immortality traits, making its regenerative abilities incredibly strong. On the battlefield, it can absolutely annoy the enemy to death.
The Undying Feather Guard were chosen by Logo as one of the main combat units of the Alchemy Tower in the future.
"According to the records of the Aslant Civilization, the Undying of the Undying Civilization are among the strongest military units in the Astral Realm. They are immortal and indestructible, and they fight against death. I wonder when my Undying Feather Guard will be able to reach that level."
Logo couldn't help but daydream, but he quickly laughed it off.
The Undying Civilization is a top-tier Astral Realm civilization. The Aslant Civilization is nothing but a junior in comparison. Even the Floating Light Civilization, Destruction the Aslant Civilization, had to bow down before the Undying Civilization. This is a terrifying force capable of dominating the Astral Realm, a colossal behemoth. Even with his Miracle Creation, Logo dares not say that he can reach such a level in the future.
After all, even within the Undying Civilization, there are Miracle Creation.
Shaking off his distracting thoughts, Logo picked up the Undying Blood and handed it to his alchemy assistant, intending to produce ten Undying Feather Guard first; he didn't have the financial resources for more.
Although he is very wealthy now, he has many expenses, so he can only take it one step at a time.
"Oh right, Gustavo has been urging us a lot, we can't delay any longer." Logo had just turned around when he slapped his forehead, turned back, and took out a special container filled with about a quarter of the Phoenix Blood.
These are intended as gifts for Gustavo.
The latter can devour gene fragments, and Gustavo covets the flesh and blood of life forms like the blood of the Phoenix.
As for Lancelot, only about one-third of the Phoenix's blood is needed to refine the Bloodline Potion. Once Logo's potion-making level improves further, perhaps one-quarter or even one-fifth will be enough.
After all, the amount of Phoenix Blood this time was enormous. No one knows where Annula got it from. It has to be said that this guy is very lucky. First, he Mouth of Gluttony, and now he has the Phoenix Blood. It's a pity that he is too arrogant and reckless. If he could have developed slowly and cautiously, he would definitely have a bright future. Now, he has done all the work for others.
After giving the Phoenix Blood to Gustavo, Logo went to another part of the laboratory.
Here stands a four-meter-tall mecha, the Sky Eagle Mecha.
However, compared to its previous metal-based design, the Sky Eagle Mecha has now become a hybrid mech, combining biological and mechanical elements.
The slowly beating crimson-gold heart on his chest was emitting a rich aura of Phoenix, clearly indicating that Logo had used the blood of Phoenix to upgrade and modify his mecha.
The Sky Eagle Mecha of today may truly live up to its name.