Apocalypse Forecast

This is not a harmless phenomenon like Coral Cloud, but an invasive species with endless aftereffects, a toxic realm absolutely incompatible with the Current Circumstances.

Even if it didn’t succeed, it still left various records that make one’s scalp tingle.

The seventy-two sequences of Hell, foretold by the ancient Grandmaster Solomon, were astonishingly revised by them into twenty-one! They even completed the creation method of the ’Supreme Four Pillars: Asmodeus’.

How to perform the solidification operation on souls, forming eighteen different Hell Essence displays, the Owner of the Great Mob of eighteen Hell Swarms devours and merges with each other, assisting Mystic Rituals and Stigmata, conducting smelting and transformation, ultimately creating the authority named Asmodeus to become the Ruler in Hell...

Even just deducing and speculating makes Huai Shi’s scalp tingle.

Their craving for Hell has driven this group mad, even knowing that what’s ahead is forbidden, they still jump into the Abyss full of confidence and hope.

Among them, many Alchemists were treated as sacrificial offerings, some even perform surgeries on themselves...

Things that survive like this would only become poisonous and should be burned.

Everything settles once and for all.

In the midst of burning, Huai Shi’s actions paused for a moment, catching sight of the end of the thesis in his hand.

In contrast to the madness and distortion of its content, the handwriting left by the author was filled with certainty, akin to iron hooks and silver strokes, penetrating through paper.

Filled with hope, at the end left a prayer for the Future.

——[I offer a modest Sacrifice today, hoping to harvest the fruits of redemption in the future, may Truth have mercy.]

Seeking redemption and hope in Hell, seeking Truth...

It’s simply like a cold joke.

Yet this is precisely the essence of Alchemy.

If you attribute the Hell you see to the Piper’s erosion, it underestimates Helios too much, even without the existence of the Piper’s believers, Helios’s collapse is bound to happen sooner or later.

The existence of the Element of Destructive: Piper is merely a catalyst.

Causing organized existence to fall into collective frenzy and radicalism, twisting beautiful visions and ideals into Hell and despair, causing all grand futures to collapse due to their own weight.

Pursuers of justice become madmen who cannot tolerate even a trace of sin, seekers of Truth play with fire, expectants of redemption fall into Hell... That’s what It excels at.

As if casually pressing the switch representing self-destructive impulse, everything starts to quickly change beyond recognition, until it disintegrates and no longer resembles its original form.

"Truth?"

The Skeleton, steeped in divine wine within the Iron Pot, glanced at the paper in Huai Shi’s hand, like it was already drunk, couldn’t help but sneer, "What’s the use of Truth? Can’t eat it..."

Huai Shi was slightly stunned, casually tossed the remaining page into the fire, and looked at the relic bone of Publius, "I thought you would empathize."

"No, my uncle used to constantly contemplate this all day, yet in the end, something went wrong anyway, right? That’s why brainy folks like to think too much."

The Skeleton, already ninety percent cooked in divine wine, joyfully belched, delivering the conclusion: "Eating and drinking are better!"

Absolutely.

Huai Shi was left speechless.

You’re at least the relic of a Grandmaster, why haven’t you inherited even a shred of the Grandmaster’s resilience? Just focused on eating and drinking...

But he does make sense.

Eating and drinking are indeed nice, who wouldn’t like days filled with rich food and drink?

Huai Shi couldn’t help but empathize and express agreement.

Yet the Skeleton started to sigh deeply, "But eating and drinking too much isn’t good either, might end up messing around outside... Ah, I remember!"

It suddenly slapped its forehead and exclaimed.

"Hmm?" Huai Shi instinctively perked up, then saw the Skeleton looking over, flaunting its demonic Mohican golden hair, speaking to him with utmost seriousness:

"My father might not be a decent guy!"

Within the long silence, Huai Shi’s expression twitched, and he nodded with difficulty: "...Hmm, I noticed."

The Skeleton waved its hand, seriously emphasizing, "No, I mean, he seems to be fooling around outside behind my mother’s back..."

And then?

Did he have a baby zombie?

Huai Shi sighed skyward, expressionless, Bro, why can’t you remember anything practical!

If you could remember even a bit of what you did, that’d be better!

He really didn’t know what to say, only managing to comfort him with a helpless face, "Think on the bright side, it’s not just your family, perhaps fathers as a species have the same habits worldwide."

"But that’s not right!"

The Skeleton became increasingly confused, scratching its golden mane, "I seem to not have a father, no, who is my father? He shouldn’t be a scoundrel, right? Can’t be! The members of the Herman Family have always been loyal to marriage..."

Huai Shi rolled his eyes, planning to fish this thing out from the divine wine and let it air dry first.

You don’t even have a stomach, how did you get drunk?

But the word that jumped out of the Skeleton’s mouth last made him freeze, finding it hard to believe.

"Wait! What did you say!"

The Skeleton looked over blankly, thought for a moment, and repeated, "Loyal to marriage..."

"The sentence before that!"

Huai Shi widened his eyes, asking word by word, "What family did you say you were from?"

"Uh... Helsing Family?"

"Didn’t you just say Herman!" Huai Shi was already anxious enough to beat someone.

"I... can’t remember clearly..." The Skeleton once again fell into a dumb state: "Come to think of it, was I called Publius or Pavlov?"

Huai Shi rolled his eyes, already frantic.

He took out the Book of Fate and repeatedly confirmed he hadn’t heard wrong, the Skeleton indeed mentioned ’Herman Family!’

Herman Family?

The famous Purebloods Family, ’The Blessed One’ Saint Name Successor, a vital core member of Rome Genealogy...

Huai Shi wasn’t hearing about it for the first time.

But Publius shouldn’t be from the Herman Family!

Quite the opposite...

Coincidentally, he happened to know an esteemed member of the Herman Family, even more coincidentally, the person was also above Helios!

See, isn’t this fate?

Senior leader of the Stone Pot Society, legendary refiner of Rome Genealogy, a colossus that has dominated the peak of alchemy for a century!

Also the Old Turtle who tricked Huai Shi onto Helios...

——Great Grandmaster: Garand Herman!

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but lean toward the Skeleton, lifting its skull with both hands, scrutinizing carefully, "Bro, who the hell are you?"

The innocent was about to overflow from the eye sockets of the Skeleton.

"I don’t know either, bro, I’m just a corpse, okay, and only half of it... Stop asking me such advanced questions, alright?"

It lifted the cup in its hand, scooped a large cup from the pot, and stuffed it into Huai Shi’s hand.

"Come on, just drink and it’s all good—"

As if it never cared whether the friend in front of it was Huai Shi or A-Dog.

Regarding whether it was Publius or Garand, it couldn’t care less.

What’s the use of thinking so much?

Eating and drinking are still best!