NABC Chapter 24 Capturing Yhwach
Chapter 24 Capturing Yhwach
"You just mentioned that the Philosopher's Stone is still missing one last piece of material," Charlie asked in a deep voice, his tone already treating the other party as an important advisor.
"What material is it? Where is it?"
He has recently had several disagreements with his spiritual mentor and closest friend, Alquin, regarding religious issues.
Now that Hohenheim has arrived, he can fill this vacancy perfectly.
"In the north, there was a man named Yhwach."
Li Lin replied softly, "His blood is the final step in completing the Philosopher's Stone."
"Yohabach?" Charles frowned slightly and looked down at the assembled ministers.
"Has anyone heard of this name?"
The ministers looked at each other and shook their heads.
The name was completely foreign to them.
Charlie then looked at Li Lin: "Who is this? Why is his blood so effective?"
Li Lin then said, "He is one of the 'incomplete people' who are born every few decades among the Quincy, because he is born incomplete, unable to see, hear, speak, or feel anything."
"Alchemy seeks perfection, using the 'incomplete' to make up for the 'incomplete,' therefore the blood of Yhwach can complete all things."
"I see..." Charlie nodded slowly. Although he didn't fully understand the theory of alchemy, the theory of using the incomplete to supplement the incomplete was quite feasible.
"Give the order!" Charlie's voice echoed through the side hall, carrying an unquestionable authority:
"Send men north immediately to search for Yhwach!"
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Three days later, in a village in the north
At this time, Yhwach was enshrined in an attic.
The wooden attic was cramped and dimly lit, with only a small window letting in the perpetually gray light of the northern sky.
He was worshipped by people and treated like a god.
But at least for now, he and his father are treated as an "object of worship," merely serving as a harmless idol.
Because Yhwach has absorbed too few souls yet, his power is too weak, and he is still in a juvenile state.
But he didn't care about these things, because as long as these greedy people continued to touch him, his soul would continue to split into the souls of these people.
Once they die, he will harvest more and more souls.
All I can say is that this is a good era, with wars breaking out everywhere.
War is good, he likes war.
For Yhwach, this was just a small episode in a long wait.
However, today, suddenly dozens of souls flowed back into his body.
This was not a natural death; he was murdered.
Before he could process the returning souls, he heard screams coming from downstairs.
"ah--!"
"Who are you people?!"
"Run!!"
The piercing clang of weapons clashing, the muffled thunder of horses' hooves pounding the earth, the vibrating bowstrings and the whistling of arrows piercing the air, the dull thud of flesh being torn apart, the dying screams...
The various sounds mingled together, like the Grim Reaper's scythe scraping across the ground, instantly shattering the village's false tranquility!
Looking down from upstairs, he could see his followers fleeing in terror into the depths of the village, like sheep being driven by wolves.
Behind them stood dozens of men, even more cohesive and sharper, exuding an aura of iron will and discipline!
They were cavalrymen on horseback, fully armed!
They ruthlessly divided, surrounded, and shot anyone who tried to stop or escape, their actions efficient and brutal, clearly those of a highly trained elite.
Has it attracted official attention?
Yhwach frowned slightly.
Well then, it's time to give up on this place.
Although he hasn't absorbed enough souls, he already possesses the ability to survive on his own.
It's time to leave, like a mole abandoning a nest that's about to be flooded.
Just as he was about to leave, his body suddenly froze!
Because he suddenly felt an extremely strange and unprecedented sensation, like a cold steel needle suddenly piercing his heart!
Among that fierce and surging torrent of cavalry, one figure stood out from the rest.
The man also rode a tall horse, subtly surrounded by other cavalrymen in the center. His clothes were more luxurious than those of ordinary soldiers, and he had a calm demeanor.
He did not personally participate in the killing, but slowly rode his horse into the village, which was already in ruins. Occasionally, he would turn his head and whisper to his adjutant beside him, as if he were inspecting his own territory.
However, in Yhwach's perception, the man's seemingly casual glances were actually aimed directly at him!
It was a kind of intuition, an almost instinctive mutual resonance between beings at a higher level!
"Lord Yhwach!"
With a bang, the dilapidated wooden door to the attic was violently kicked open!
A believer, his face covered in blood and his expression one of extreme terror, scrambled in. He had just been trying to organize a resistance downstairs, but now all he could think about was escaping.
The believer, rambling incoherently, reached out to grab Yohabakh, exclaiming in panic, "We have to get out of here right now!"
Yhwach hadn't paid much attention to the pursuers at first, but upon seeing the man, he instinctively felt a sense of unease.
Heeding the words of the believers, he pretended to be a real child and prepared to flee the village.
However, they had barely stepped out of the attic threshold, and hadn't even had a chance to see the village clearly—
Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
A series of dull thuds of kneeling, like being struck by an invisible hammer, echoed from every corner of the streets and villages!
"?!"
Yhwach was pulled along by the believer, and his steps involuntarily came to a stop.
Only at this moment did he clearly see that the believers who had been fleeing in panic and even trying to resist were now kneeling on the ground one after another, facing the same direction, as if all their strength and will had been drained away!
Their heads were bowed low, their bodies trembling violently from fear or some stronger pressure.
And it's not just his followers!
The remaining ordinary villagers who had been hiding in the village now seemed to be driven by some irresistible force, prostrating themselves in the same direction!
The entire village instantly fell into an eerie and absolute silence, with only the whistling of the wind blowing through the ruins and the uniform, chilling sound of kneeling.
Such powerful spiritual pressure...
Yhwach was startled and instinctively looked in the direction of the kneeling figure.
Then, he saw—
The man who had been on the edge of the village, surrounded by cavalry, had somehow ridden his horse to within twenty paces of the building that enshrined him.
In the entire village, apart from the cavalrymen this man brought, he was the only one still standing!