The Greece Antagonist - Chapter 483 - Chapter 483: Chapter 25_2
Chapter 483: Chapter 25_2
Because, only life can exchange for life…
These are the truths taught to him by that “Great Being”.
In order to create this eternal key, he opened the gates of the Abyss, awakened that “Great Being”, built a temple for it, and with its power initiated the Beast Tide to accomplish the harvest of life.
Roughly speaking, at least a thousand humans must have died directly or indirectly because of this, right?
Hippomenes looked at the Erebus stone in his hand, full of cracks, and crushed it into crumbs, scattering them onto the earth. He thought it a pity as he shook his head and sneered.
It seemed that those fools of the Hermes Cult had even given such a blood-soaked object a noble and elegant alias.
What was it called–“The Philosopher’s Stone”?
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At this moment, Luo En arrived at the tree, pulled out the bronze spear stained with blood and chunks of flesh, and bent down to pick up a dark red chip from the ground, examining it with a frown.
“The Philosopher’s Stone!”
A Cult of Erebus devotee who approached upon seeing this exclaimed in shock.
Luo En, hearing this and sensing the rich life essence remaining on the dark red chip, pondered with thought in his eyes.
The Philosopher’s Stone is a mythical substance, long sought after as the “Holy Grail” by Western alchemists, believed to be able to turn common base metals into precious metals (like gold), or to create elixirs that grant immortality.
Consequently, it has been called by titles such as “Stone of the Philosophers, the Stone from Heaven, Touchstone, the Essence of Gold and Silver, Red Elixir, the Fifth Element,” and so on.
In various legends and myths, this thing is often seen in different forms, including solid, liquid, or powder, and is thought to be the color of fresh blood, although most frequently it appears in a form similar to that of a ruby.
Due to alchemists’ relentless pursuit of this material, it has also been endowed with titles such as great miracle, great creation, and the like. At times, these titles are also used to refer to the creators of the Philosopher’s Stone itself, as an emblematic way to express their pinnacle position in alchemy.
It could not only create various alchemical miracles but even change natural laws, reviving the dead.
Thinking this, Luo En turned to the Cult of Erebus devotee standing beside him and asked solemnly,
“You know of this thing?”
“Of course! Creating the Philosopher’s Stone to gain immortal life is our Cult of Erebus’s ultimate goal, almost every follower knows this, but the person capable of creating such a miracle is the only one in the entire esoteric sect.”
“Who?”
“The Priest, my lord!”
The Cult of Erebus devotee answered subconsciously, his eyes filled with admiration.
However, Luo En’s expression became somewhat unsightly.
If this fragment left at the scene truly came from the Philosopher’s Stone, didn’t that mean there was collusion between Hippomenes and the Cult of Erebus?
Was the Beast Disaster related to the Hermes Cult?
Just as Luo En became more vigilant and prepared to order the Cult of Erebus members present to be taken into custody, the Hermes Trismegistus Sector mages who had been fighting side by side with the Subjugators suddenly stiffened their bodies. Like marionettes, they raised their Caduceus staffs and started chanting in unison,
“Form of Stars. Form of Emptiness. Form of God. Form of Self…”
Ancient astrolabes appeared in the sky, and brilliant beams of starlight descended upon the mutilated battlefield.
Seeing this, Luo En sensed something was wrong and immediately bellowed in alarm,
“Knock them out!”
But it was too late.
A group of Hermes devotees with vacant eyes chanted the final, high-pitched syllables.
“…With my blood as a sacrifice, I bestow unto thee life, remnants!”
As the final note fell, dozens of Hermes Cult followers encircling in a ring exploded violently, their bodies turning into thick mists of blood.
Subsequently, the scarlet mist settled on the ground, drawing dark red patterns that corresponded to the stars. The battlefield, filled with corpses, became like a swamp where filthy signs started to spread all around.
Patches of pale, grotesquely twisted figures started to assemble themselves from the remnants of flesh and bone, rising from the heaps of corpses as if they were Soul-Reapers from hell, reeking of corruption and death.
Faced with this sudden calamity, many were stunned on the spot.
“Get out of the way!”
Luo En shouted as he rushed forward, his Spear of Nationhood sweeping with a mournful flow of Aether light, washing over the scene. Dozens of just amalgamated white humanoid monsters, along with the surrounding vegetation, were instantly blasted into pieces.
However, this battlefield, once desecrated with the blood of the Hermes Cult followers, had now turned into a living flesh factory, continuously creating all sorts of twisted lifeforms.
Its function was remarkably similar to that of the Typhon Temple which once nurtured the Demon Spawn.
“Roar, roar, roar, roar!”
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Low growls were heard from every direction as twisted humanoid silhouettes burst forth from the thick woods, from the fog, from behind boulders, from the swamp, and from within caves, seemingly endless in number.
These things had human-like shapes, but their pitch-black eye sockets were empty, their faces twisted with only three orifices that could barely be called eyes and a mouth.
At the same time, their ghastly pale bodies lacked skin, the muscle-like accumulated matter grotesquely layered and interwoven, their deformed bodies resembling a clump of wax melted by fire, organs, and bones from both humans and magic beasts visible.
The moment they were born, they eagerly joined the Magic Beasts’ ranks, launching a slaughter upon the humans on the field.
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