You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts

Chapter 882 - 399: Who Would Seriously Write a God’s Diary? (2)

It was already late at night when leaving the library.

Lolan stood at the tower window waving goodbye, his smile still perfect. But when Ye Qingzhou passed the third street corner, Sword Qi suddenly stabbed towards the shadow under the streetlight.

"Sss!"

A human-skin-like shadow was pinned to the wall, still bearing Lolan’s facial features.

Xiaohuo spewed out Dragon Breath, incinerating it, and a distant muffled groan was carried in the burnt smell.

"A dual soul..."

Ye Qingzhou crushed the ashes.

The real Lolan was likely long since a shell parasitized by a certain being, and the Magic Association’s library was being used for forbidden refining experiments.

The night wind blew past the street corner, carrying the unique rusty smell of Frost Iron City. Ye Qingzhou and Elise stood under the bronze lamp post in front of the Magic Association. The thick mythical epic in Ye Qingzhou’s hands emitted a bluish light; Hermes’s triangular emblem on the spine pulsed with his breath.

"It’s this line."

Elise’s fingertip hovered over the golden text on the title page, her Star Pattern Robe’s sleeves moved without wind: "The ultimate mystery of ’Hermes’ Secret Scroll’ — for three thousand years, countless mages have exhausted Decurse Techniques, Astrology, and even blood sacrifices, yet none could decipher it."

Ye Qingzhou stared at the twisted text.

They squirmed slowly on the parchment as if alive, sometimes coiling like snakes, sometimes intersecting like star orbits. Most bizarre was whenever he looked away, the shapes of the text blurred and faded from memory.

"It’s not that no one can decipher it."

Ye Qingzhou suddenly closed the book, "It’s that all who decipher it have died."

Xiaohuo leapt down from Ye Qingzhou’s shoulder, tearing open the page layer with dragon claws, causing a wafer-thin human skin to flutter down, on which were inscribed the last words of seven Grandmasters with dried blood:

"Eyes deceive the soul" — Ye Qingzhou saw Astromancer Caroline, who died three days after deciphering, digging out her own eyes.

"Numbers are reality" — Ye Qingzhou saw Arithmetic Diviner Horn, who died seven days after deciphering, with all blood vessels bursting into Fibonacci sequences.

"He is in the mirror" — Ye Qingzhou saw Illusion Technique Grandmaster Leona, who died during deciphering, with all mirror reflections of his corpse vanishing.

Ye Qingzhou, after all, had ascended the Divine Tier, his mind was able to see through the illusions of High-Tier Magic.

Elise gasped, "The Association actually lends out such a dangerous thing casually?"

"Because Lolan deliberately let me discover it."

Ye Qingzhou used Sword Qi to lift the human skin, his Sun golden eyes pierced the invisible ink marks — it was a sketch of a refining array with the Morning Star Family Emblem drawn in the central empty space, "He needs Sun Bloodline as... the key to open the Gate of Truth."

When Ye Qingzhou cut his finger and let the blood drip onto the secret text, transformation suddenly occurred.

The Blood Pearl did not seep into the paper, but rather hovered above the text, gradually stretching into a three-dimensional Hermes symbol.

Those twisted strokes suddenly disassembled and reformed, turning into a passage written in Golden Talisman Secret Text, readable only by gods:

"Ascension to Divinity Tier Three"

"Firstly: Sever the past self"

"Secondly: Deduct the present multitude"

"Thirdly: Incubate the seeds of future"

Elise suddenly screamed.

The same words emerged on the surface of her eyeballs, blood tears rolling down her cheeks.

Ye Qingzhou struck her neck with his palm, promptly using Sword Qi to weave a light cocoon isolating the contamination of the secret text.

"So that’s it..."

He stared at the now self-combusting book, "It’s not a record, but a contagion."

The shadow deeper in the alley suddenly boiled. Lolan’s voice echoed from all directions, "As expected of Sun Bloodline, you can stare at the Oracle without falling into the Madness Prison."

Six shadows simultaneously emerged, each was Lolan’s silhouette but appeared in different age stages.

The youngest shadow was gnawing his fingers, while the oldest—

Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Qi suddenly surged, and the face of the aged shadow had already transformed into a sharp-fanged Blood Race member, with half a Philosopher’s Stone embedded in his forehead.

"When the Alchemy God Hermes was devoured, he spread his divinity into words."

The shadows recited in unison, "What you hold is the last Divine Fragment..."

Ye Qingzhou ignored the terrifying illusions generated by the Demonic Sound, the clear sound of the Dawn Sword unsheathing echoed through the streets.

When the meteoric brilliance of the sword light split the fifth shadow, Ye Qingzhou suddenly halted — the sixth younger shadow was holding the same "Hermes’ Secret Scroll," with "Laine’s Diary" written on the cover in childish handwriting.

"Make your choice."

Lolan’s true form stepped out from the moon, his blade had morphed into the Alchemist’s Curved-Neck Bottle: "Ingest the Divine Fragment now, or..."

Suddenly aiming the Curved-Neck Bottle at the unconscious Elise: "Watch your sister become the new God’s vessel."

Ye Qingzhou suddenly laughed.

He released the Dawn Sword, allowing it to pierce the ground. Just as Lolan’s lips curled into a victorious arc—

"You got two things wrong."

The Sword Qi suddenly surged from beneath, pinning down each shadow.

Xiaohuo’s Dragon Breath was not flame, but Ye Qingzhou’s pre-hidden Sun Essence Blood beneath the Dragon Scale, the blood drawing a Reverse Refining Array in mid-air.

"Firstly, I’ve never been Laine Morning Star from the past."

Lolan’s Curved-Neck Bottle suddenly exploded, the shadow matter inside purified by golden light.

He was shocked to find the part of his soul parasitizing in Ye Qingzhou’s shadow was being reverse-devoured.

"Secondly..."

Ye Qingzhou seized Lolan’s throat, Golden Talisman Secret Text flowed into his body upon contact: "Thank you for translating the Alchemy God’s riddle for me."

When the first rune pierced the heart, Lolan finally heard the original pronunciation of the text — it was the world’s rules.

The ancient Alchemy God had once glimpsed the world’s end and documented the method of Ascension to Divinity within "Hermes’ Secret Scroll."

Ye Qingzhou stared at the force within Lolan, finally unraveling all mysteries: "Beyond Fighting Spirit and Magic Power, there is an even greater force — Original Force. A god controls Original Force to hold the authority that maintains the world’s operation. And the Alchemy God aimed to harness greater Original Force, so he constructed a Gate of Truth."

Without a doubt, Lolan and his backing forces are attempting to mass-cultivate the descendants of Alchemy Bloodline, and then purify their bloodlines to attempt to summon the Gate of Truth, thereby opening a path that reaches directly to the world’s origin.

The Holy Sun Church Court’s temporary residence was now stained blue by the Morning Star Family’s emblem.

Ye Qingzhou stood in the chapel center, treading on Lolan’s corpse, holding his alchemy notes, with the Blood Race insignia on the last page still emitting black mist.

The three Judgement Knights surrounded him in a triangular formation, with Gareth’s Light Feather, Celeste’s Chain Whip, and Roland’s Holy Judgment Giant Sword simultaneously aiming at his heart.

"Evidence."

Roland’s single eye beneath the silver eyepatch glinted coldly: "Prove this Magic Swordsman is truly in collusion with the Blood Race, otherwise, even as the Morning Star Family’s heir, you cannot arbitrarily execute a noble."

Ye Qingzhou flicked his sword tip, a parchment flew out of the notes — it recorded Lolan’s seven meetings with the "Eternal Night Council," each lunar phase matching the Northern Territory Nobles’ disappearance cases.

"The twelve slave teenagers who disappeared from Silver Radiance City ten days ago."

Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Qi sketched a map in the air: "Currently locked in the Thief’s Guild dungeon, all with bite marks on their necks."

Upon hearing this, Gareth’s eye corner mildly twitched, involving collusion between nobles and the Blood Race, it was undoubtedly a sensational case.

Celeste’s Chain Whip emitted an ear-piercing hum, "You wish to use the Church Court’s hand to eliminate dissent."

"Correct."

Ye Qingzhou candidly admitted, "But you also need me."

He suddenly tore open his left sleeve, revealing the rotting black spots on his arm — contracted when interacting with Lolan’s corpse last night, marked with the "Eternal Night Curse."

The Judgement Knights’ pupils shrank sharply, they recognized this maleficent magic that only a Blood Race Duke could perform.

"Dracula is more urgent than I anticipated."

The black spots sizzled under the suppression of Sun Bloodline, yet Ye Qingzhou spoke with ease, "Now, he’s being simultaneously strangled by both our forces — I must protect the family; you must safeguard the Church Court, our goals and interests are temporarily aligned..."

Roland’s giant sword suddenly plunged into the floor, cracks formed the Holy Sun Church emblem: "State your plan."