But Sid remained unmoved.
He stared at the Yorkshire Terrier for a long time without saying a word, as if he were admiring an ancient antique.
Those emerald green eyes were the mark of the gilded family, a symbol of their most fervent, obsessive, and persistent nature, making the over-eighty-year-old bishop's scalp tingle.
The alchemist spoke slowly, with a half-smile, "But I have clearly heard that it is a divine art that only the Pope of the Holy Church can master."
The Great Prophecy is a divine art bestowed upon the universal patriarchs by the Radiant Lord Dilis, and is ranked alongside the Great Divine Descent and the Great Punishment.
Sid had no doubt about the boastful claims made by the other party.
So-called miracles must naturally possess the power to reverse time and space, and be immeasurable and inconceivable.
“Of course,” Yorkshire replied with some difficulty, his originally pale face turning red, the reason for which only he himself probably knew. “Truly worthy of Master Sid, so knowledgeable and learned. However, I do know a little, though not as much as Lord Joshua, but for now I can only bite the bullet and give it a try.”
Sid didn't say anything more, but looked at the cardinal's disheveled appearance with amusement.
"Then let's give it a try." Finally, Sid nodded slightly and gracefully walked towards the open space on the other side.
It was an open space filled with rubble and debris, looking no different from anywhere else, but somehow Sid had done something to it, and there were indeed shimmering blue patterns on the ground.
As the energy in the alchemist's palm fluctuated, the ground trembled slightly again. The originally solid ground turned into a platinum liquid, and an ancient metal instrument floated up from it.
This is the oldest and most prized masterpiece of the Liujin family, "The Heart of Thoth".
"Elder Xie, please stand on the other side. Listen to my commands later. We need to complete the dismantling simultaneously," Sid quickly instructed.
Uncle Xie responded and did as instructed.
The old man had already experienced the pain of losing his daughter, and although he was saddened at this moment, he did not lose his composure.
The liquid ground solidified again, and the two of them leaned over and sat down on either side of the instrument, which seemed to have been rotated 180 degrees like a mirror image.
Sid quietly stared at the Heart of Thoth before him.
He took a deep breath, habitually put the back of his hand on his shoulder, and then remembered that he hadn't brought his assistant with him today.
So he sighed again.
But at that very moment, his palm did indeed receive a heavy, weighty sensation from the tool.
That was the wrench he needed most at that moment, and even the model was his favorite.
Sid turned around in surprise and saw Silver squatting behind him, looking at him with admiration, his fingers resting on the other end of the wrench.
Unfortunately, this wrench was just an ordinary alloy, with a thermal conductivity far inferior to gilded mithril; otherwise, he could have felt the warmth of Silver's fingertips. Sid thought to himself.
He had seen countless admiring glances, but only the adoration from Silver was the purest and most fervent.
This made him, unusually, somewhat embarrassed.
Sid took a deep look at the filthy Grand Duke of Bethlehem and gently wiped the dust off his face with his sleeve.
“Silver…” Sid called softly. He had so much to say, but he couldn’t utter a single word.
As a top alchemist, he knew perfectly well that even with the help of 'prophecy,' they wouldn't have enough time to stop it before the second wave of impact arrived.
It was all in vain.
“I am here, loving you. Sid, I will always love you.” The Grand Duke of Bethlehem stared at him intently, repeating the words in a foolish manner.
“Me too,” Sid replied.
He gripped the wrench tightly, turned around, and quickly gave commands, "Three beats later, Golden Horn Seven, counterclockwise, 270 degrees!"
"Received! Three, two, one, move out!" Uncle Xie responded immediately from the other end.
The two worked together very well. Even the audience, who knew nothing about alchemy, could faintly hear the triggering sounds coming from the instruments after they stopped working at the same time.
This is a wonderful sound that represents the hope of escaping death!
Seeing that Master Sid had finally started working seriously, Yorkshire, who had been standing silently by, breathed a sigh of relief.
He rummaged through his tattered white robe, taking out cups, scriptures, a cross, and other sacred objects, arranging them in order, then knelt on the ground and began the most devout prayer in history:
"The worlds are decayed and corrupt, but the name of the radiant Lord God is eternal. Devout believers fervently praise and bless this path to everlasting light..."
The priests' prayers were already long and rambling, with many meaningless blessings added to them, as if the gods had hearing problems and had to repeat themselves to convey the believers' sentiments.
But this is not good for Yorkshire.
Because of his betrayal, every syllable is like a lash on his soul.
But the effect was remarkable; as he prayed, his white robes suddenly billowed.
Bright golden divine runes faintly appeared from the void, slowly rotating around the 'Heart of Thoth' and the three people around it, as if creating a separate space.
Yorkshire's blessings continued unabated, and if it weren't for the grotesque marks on his face, almost everyone would have believed that he had always been the most devout believer in Tirith.
He read aloud:
"You said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light in the world..."
"You said there should be a sky and an earth, and so there came to be a sky and an earth..."
"You are the Creator who created everything; time, space, and the universe must all submit to you."
"The lamb has gone astray, the shepherd's staff is gone. God's grace is boundless, sinners are truly terrified, and in your name we carry out the great prophecy."
With the final command, the space did indeed visibly distort for a moment.
Sid, Silver, and Uncle Xie's movements suddenly became faster, as if they had been given a strange acceleration spell.
However, a normal speed-up spell wouldn't create the bizarre scene of audio and video being out of sync at this moment.
This kind of misalignment can easily drive any obsessive-compulsive disorder sufferer crazy!
Meanwhile, on the periphery of the scene, Yun Wei nestled helplessly in Isaac's arms, his fingers tightly gripping the other's clothes.
On the surface, he looked expressionlessly at the group of people enveloped in divine runes, but his spiritual power was quietly lying dormant, hiding in the shadows behind the ruins.
In another corner not far from there, two soul beads were suspended in the gap formed by the intersection of two collapsed stone pillars.
A soul bead seemed to roar: "Hephaestus, you're just too suspicious! It's obvious they're too late."
Hephaestus, or rather "Fawsley," fluttered his arms and legs, still somewhat hesitant. "What if? After all, we just saw Joshua here..."
"So what if he's here? Even if the God of Light himself came, it would be too late." Rihephas sneered disdainfully. "Then you can stay here and guard this place. I don't want to get bombed again."
Without waiting for Herphasri's reply, it vanished into the void after a strange spin.
Seeing that its companion had already fled, the remaining soul bead hovered in place for a while before finally running away as well.
Yun Wei silently watched Xi De, who was still busy, and slowly savored what he had just learned.
So, the incredibly handsome blond man from before was actually Pope Joshua, who had been out of contact with the Holy Church for decades—
The Patriarch who issued the decree, declared necromancers heretics, and brazenly launched the "War of the Dead."
Yun Wei's mind was in a whirl, like a jumbled mess.
Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw that the surrounding tower walls began to light up again, and the original luminous blue magic patterns reappeared.
Without a doubt, the second elemental upheaval is about to occur.
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