Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1141: Chapter 873: Nobody’s That Blind

Unexpectedly, since overcoming the difficult initial developmental stage, the ensuing battles have been smooth sailing, practically a steamroll.

This lackluster progression completely caught Huai Shi off guard. He initially prepared for tens of thousands of words in the Book of Fate, but unexpectedly skipped right through the early stage.

However, that’s also normal.

With Grandmaster Mikhail as a backer, the Eternal Frozen Heart providing assistance, Grandmaster Pobrus’s Relic Bone as a medium, not to mention Huai Shi’s extensive connections, and most importantly, the all-purpose Tong Ji as support.

Even the referees are on my side, okay!

Unless encountering bugs like Grandmasters, no unpaying player can compete with me.

Just like now.

The moment the gate of the Eternal Frozen Heart opened, the face of the opposing Alchemist quickly turned ugly.

After comparing the height differences between the towers, he planned to grit his teeth and struggle, using the field mechanisms, he might have had a chance.

But when the eyes of the Incarnation of Anger lit up with twin flames walking out of the darkness, his seemingly formidable Hell Swarm began to tremble.

When Pieta’s White Deer silently appeared from behind, the summons at the forefront were almost about to fall apart.

Literally.

On this suddenly lush battlefield, like spring had arrived, everything grows, vegetation spreads.

Countless exotic poisonous flowers and weeds dispersed constantly mutating toxins; where the green light touched, everything decayed.

Yet the Paradise Guard swinging axes and great swords rushing forth seemed to be on drugs, their bodies swelling, full of energy, shouting chaotic war cries, eyes gleaming green with intensity.

After utilizing casting techniques iterated three times, this Guard Team had become veritable Iron Golems, with the shortest being over three meters tall. No original parts remained, all replaced by relic-level equipment activated through casting techniques.

Paradise Guard Town of Dusk Collector’s Edition V3.0!

Not only had the numbers multiplied several times, adding categories like heralds, elite swordsmen, artillery squads, etc., they even evolved a new branch advancement – Dusk Knights.

Theoretically, these were cavalry under the Prince’s command to protect the Kingdom.

But for some reason, after combining with Town of Dusk’s technology, things got strange...

Because these guys don’t ride horses, nor use chariots, not even motorcycles with sidecars, but huge, cumbersome steam locomotives powered by internal combustion engines!

Those steam trains, entirely black, possess the rough beauty of classical style, sharp ramming points stained crimson with blood.

Without tracks, yet as mobile as tanks, the speed is astounding.

Most notably, at the front hangs a strange round face resembling a friendly puppy, bizarrely out of place.

Huai Shi always felt something was off.

But as long as they become stronger, nothing else matters too much!

When the six steam locomotives roared into the battlefield with whistling sounds, heavy cannons raised, slowly aiming at the frontline, the opposing Alchemist finally succumbed under the continuous worldview refresh.

Completely awed by Huai Shi’s unique style.

With trembling hands, he removed his glasses.

”...I, I surrender.”

On the Throne of the Sun Caster, Huai Shi shrugged, praising: ”Well fought.”

With his words, Pieta’s giant deer emerged silently from the opponent’s behind, coldly glanced around, then wordlessly dissipated and left.

Thus, within the collapsing tower, only a decayed skeleton remained.

Dissipating in the wind.

Soon, accompanied by the sound of fog roaring, another new piece of land was pieced into Huai Shi’s territory.

This time, the land’s restrictions were quite peculiar.

Just like the furnace land inherently exhibiting high-temperature environments, or the ruins of temples containing a remarkable Abyss concentration.

Due to Pobrus’s Ritual of God Making interference, the current Helios had been Hell-ified, and the resultant land carried some negative effects.

The reason for their formation was often linked to the land’s own anomalies.

Additionally, this greatly influences the battle’s outcome.

Previously, Huai Shi’s only defeat in the duel before the Gods was while competing with others for Helios’s broadcast center.

You could say he fell right into a pit and couldn’t climb out.

Because the restriction of that land was... no singing allowed!

Even prohibiting any rhythmic, melody-like sounds from appearing!

A restriction entirely irrelevant for others, but for Huai Shi, this Disastrous Musician, it was an utmost despairing catastrophe. The performance method, long ingrained in instinct, instantly triggered a crisis of violent death.

Every heartbeat, every breath, served as a countdown to demise.

A once-unique, famous technique throughout the whole realm became the reason for defeat, causing Huai Shi to choke on a mouthful of old blood.

This is utterly ridiculous!

And now, he finally saw an even more absurd constraint...

—No drinking allowed here!

”What’s the deal with this?”

Huai Shi scratched his head: ”It’s one thing to pull people into nightmare at home, but to ban singing and drinking... Is this forcing people to mourn?”

”Standard procedure, standard procedure~”

Tong Ji’s mocking voice came: ”The essence of Pobrus’s Ritual of God Making is an attempt to trace the old times on Helios, reverse the death of God, transforming it into the birth of God.

The Emperor is dead, and all under heaven must mourn, yet if the gods die and simply forbid song and drink, mortals might laugh themselves awake from dreams, don’t you think?

Helios used to be a dominion of the gods, so now combining with the phenomena of a god’s death, such restrictions are perfectly normal.

If you ask me, this time you really hit the jackpot, quickly check if there’s anything usable around.”

”Usable?”

Huai Shi lifted his head and looked around.

Numerous giant vats, like tubular structures, stood tall amidst the space, and the air was filled with a pungent acidic odor and rotting stench. Many vats had already cracked, leaking various bizarre liquids.

While the remains scattered on the ground had long been corroded into skeletons.

He walked among them, discerning the functions of the instruments and solutions: storage, sinking, filtration, and extraction...

This was one of Helios’s alchemical material preprocessing centers!

It served to initially process, decompose, and store most liquid materials.

Even after the turmoil, most of the machines were still operating.

However, compared to what’s truly important within, these were just trivial items.

At this moment, in the very center of the processing center, a deep pool like a lake continued to stir endlessly under a massive arm, continuously extracting various essences from the Abyss...

Layer upon layer of sifting directed the flowing streams into the surrounding giant vats through an intricate network.

When the grand mystic ritual operated and several tributaries converged, various complex potions could form without the need for furnace’s smelting.

This was akin to a treasure-producing alchemy production line!

The Silver Blood Potion, immensely precious in the Current Circumstances, here almost gathered into streams, seemingly inexhaustible. The blood of the ancients was piled high.

Finally, after layers of treatment, mixing, and extraction, amidst the collision of numerous tributaries, a silvery-white mist would rise, collecting in the large urn at the center.

Huai Shi walked beside it, bowing to look into the urn filled with silver springs reflecting his stunned face like a mirror.

He instinctively reached out, but as he was about to touch the water surface, he jerked back abruptly, grabbing a long ladle adorned with jewels and diamonds from the nearby shelf, cautiously scooping up a bit, bringing it close.

Confirming repeatedly.

He took a deep breath.

Instantly, his spirits lifted.

When he poured a couple of drops onto his hand, he felt a warm current spreading within his body, merging into his soul, with a marvelous fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose that was intoxicating, causing his cheeks to flush.

Source substance replenishment!

This large urn was filled with liquid source substance not inferior to the exclusive supply of the Astronomical Society!

Just a few drops from the ladle replenished Huai Shi’s previously depleted source substance from casting and even provided excess, plunging him into a strange state of excitement.

His energy surged, feeling an impulse to strip off his clothes and run two laps in the snow with a sled...

He instinctively tugged at his collar, panting, sensing the abnormal state of his body: given his resistance, he encountered signs of slight coagulation?

Though extremely subtle, the signs were vividly apparent under the reflection of the Great Priestess’s Stigma.

Even with Huai Shi’s toxin resistance, anomalies appeared; for ordinary people, perhaps a single drop would cause immediate mutation!

”What is this?”

He lifted the ladle again, incredulous.

”What else but ’Divine Wine’ could nourish the soul yet lead to alluring downfall?” Tong Ji whistled, cheerfully remarking, ”A wave of profitable gain, Huai Shi!”

”This is Dionysus’ Sanctuary.”

She said, ”It was once a place on Helios for sacrificing to the God of Wine!”

As the last dominion of the Olympus gods, various places upon Helios corresponded with the gods.

Having combined with Publius’s Ritual of God Making, this place is almost equivalent to the Holy Temple of the God of Wine, all creations naturally blessed by Dionysus.

The Muse’s divine element in the broadcasting center isn’t worthy to shine its shoes.

Despite being one of the twelve major gods of Olympus alongside Apollo, the authority of Dionysus may not be as majestic as his siblings, but it’s equally indispensable.

Moreover, he’s the kind that bides quietly, the dog that bites doesn’t bark...

Greeks regard him as the lord of revelry and joy, for he is the guide to all living souls, with merely a thought, they can enter the Heavenly Kingdom or fall into Hell.

He can relieve people from suffering or immerse them in the pleasure of depravity until the point of irreparable sin.

A portion of Divine Wine here manifests its dual attributes of sublimation and coagulation.

What’s more, these are just raw materials; further processing can explore countless miraculous uses that are nearly universally applicable.

Unfortunately, it now carries an inherent coagulation curse.

It merely looks beautiful.

Until Helios’s anomaly is resolved, perhaps it can only be poured into the Dusk Knight’s train engine, serving as potent fuel!

As Huai Shi lamented.

Beside him...

There came the sound of slurping?

As he turned around in astonishment, he saw, by the pool, when the skeleton had already crawled halfway into it unbidden.

”Wow, so much wine!”

The ignorant dimwit who had no idea what they were drinking looked up, eyes sparkling: ”Nice!”