Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"Boss, such a strong human scent below. I really want to go down now and have a feast," one of the undead kings said, his eyes shining as he looked at the human city below.

"What's the rush? Once we deal with Sylvus, we can enjoy these delicacies to our hearts' content," Adolf said with a grin, looking at the dozens of unconscious figures next to him—Elena and the others. They were all enveloped in a black aura and had been put into a deep sleep.

"Fourth brother, the boss is right. These people are all Mage Emperors—their taste must be much better than that of ordinary humans."

"Hehe, last time, we were all in seclusion and missed our chance. This time, we won't miss it. I haven't tasted the elves yet," one of them added with a laugh.

The ten undead kings joked and laughed along the way as they flew toward Holy City. With their speed, it took them less than an hour to reach the outskirts of Holy City.

"So that's the human Holy City. Who would've thought they rebuilt it after all these years? Let's go; Sylvus is in that city," Adolf said as they continued flying.

"Look at the sky! What a huge dark cloud! What's going on? Could it be that someone has summoned the Heavenly Tribulation again?"

"This aura feels disgusting... wait, it's the undead! The undead are here, and they've come right to our Holy City!"

"What's happening? Has the undead broken the barrier? Are we all doomed?"

The citizens of Holy City also noticed the massive dark cloud in the sky and exclaimed in horror. It was the undead, the same force that had almost destroyed Aisral Continent three thousand years ago. Now, they were back, and the powerful aura they exuded was far beyond anything the people could resist.

"Hahaha, foolish humans! We are the ten kings of the undead—tremble before us!" Adolf shouted with a smile, seeing the panic below.

This was more like it! This was the reaction these ants should have when seeing them.
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The arrival of Adolf and his men caused Holy City to plunge into darkness. Within the palace, Boone's face turned pale. Without hesitation, he rushed to Sylvus's shop.

"Boss, they're here!" Boone said, looking at Sylvus, who was sitting leisurely in his chair.

"Hmm, Meylan, continue selling the pills. Boone, come upstairs with me to have a look," Sylvus nodded.

In an instant, both of them disappeared from where they stood and reappeared on the rooftop. Meylan only took one look at the dark cloud above before ignoring it entirely. These undead dared to act arrogant—they clearly didn't know who they were about to face.

"Senior Meylan, will the boss take action?" someone buying pills couldn't help but ask.

After all, they had previously heard that Sylvus wouldn't get involved.

"The Emperor paid, so the boss is going to handle it," Meylan said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the worried expressions of those around turned into bright smiles. If the boss was going to take action, then they had nothing to worry about. They still remembered clearly how the boss had easily toyed with Ruler Vogt just half a month ago.

Thinking of this, many people looked at the undead kings in the dark cloud above with mocking expressions. So what if they were kings? Could they withstand even a single finger from the boss?

"Who is Sylvus? Come out here at once!" Adolf shouted as the dark cloud enveloped Holy City.

His voice echoed throughout the entire city, and the citizens were stunned.

What was going on? The undead were here to pick a fight with the boss? Wasn't that just asking for death?

"To think they dare to come looking for trouble with the boss—how arrogant. I hope they can maintain this arrogance in a while."

"I heard the boss didn't want to get involved at first, but if the undead provoke him, he will definitely take action."

"Messing with anyone else might be fine, but messing with the boss is true suicide."

The citizens who had been full of fear began to discuss among themselves. Many of them looked at the undead kings with mockery, and their earlier fear disappeared completely.

"Boss, something's not right. These humans don't seem to fear us. Who is this Sylvus that he inspires such confidence in them?" one of the undead kings asked.

"Who cares who Sylvus is? We have our lord's support. If his power really is that great, we'll just use our lord's means to bring him down," Adolf said dismissively.

"That's true. After all, they're just humans. Even if they're powerful, what can they do? Besides, we took away the divine power of Aisral Continent years ago—there's no way they have any Ruler-level experts left."

With that thought, the ten kings regained their confidence. They refused to believe that anyone could stand against them.

"Who is Sylvus? Didn't you challenge us? Why aren't you coming out now?" Adolf called out again.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a red streak of light shot toward him. Adolf frowned, and a moment later, a black energy countered the incoming attack.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, the two energies collided. As the energy dissipated, Adolf and the others turned to look in the same direction.

There, a young man was sitting leisurely in a chair, eating something, while a middle-aged man in luxurious attire poured tea for him.

"Come here," Sylvus said casually, taking a sip of his tea as he looked at the ten kings.

The ten kings exchanged glances before smirking and quickly flying toward Sylvus.

"So, you're Sylvus? I thought you'd be some powerful expert, but it turns out you're nothing special," Adolf said with a sneer.

The attack just now had only been at the Saint Archmage level, posing no threat to them. In other words, Sylvus was just an ant before them.

"Call out Grey—you all aren't worth my time," Sylvus said, glancing at the ten kings.

"Grey? Who is Grey?" Adolf asked, frowning.

Sylvus paused for a moment before a mocking glint appeared in his eyes.

"You don't even know the name of the one backing you, yet you risk your lives so willingly. How amusing."

"You... You know our lord?" Adolf asked in surprise. Could this Sylvus be the person their lord was looking for? But why would their lord seek out someone so weak?

"I'm guessing he sent you here to destroy something, didn't he?" Sylvus asked with a smile.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about!" Adolf's heart skipped a beat—it was indeed true. They had a more important mission on Aisral Continent.

"No more nonsense. I'll give you the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. If you miss this chance, you won't get another," Sylvus said with a smile, raising his teacup.