Demon Bible

Chapter 156: Array Transmutation

Thus, during the meeting the following day, Nemus proposed the Construct Protocol Technology Conversion Guideline.

The guideline broadly clarified one key point. If any officially recognized Church faction managed to capture members of the Construct Protocol and acquire their technology,

Then such technology could be officially sanctioned by the Church, provided it remained under their strict supervision and guidance.

This immediately tempted many minor nobles and even the great nobles.

From their perspective, the technology of the Construct Protocol was not particularly advanced.

Many among them had previously dismantled the Berserk Accessory, only to realize that it held little value for their purposes.

The primary appeal of the Berserk Accessory lay in its rapid results. It could cultivate an ordinary person into a Mental Power user with decent attribute values in an incredibly short amount of time.

When paired with certain alchemical tools, they could swiftly assemble a capable fighting force.

However, in current conflicts, large-scale shifts on the battlefield were dictated by individuals at the Iron Rank or higher.

If the Berserk Accessories could not be mass-produced, they could not be used to establish a stable and formidable faction.The glaring issue was that the raw materials for these items required Demonic Accumulation.

Furthermore, they were infused with a highly peculiar type of Mental Power.

Replicating them was exceptionally troublesome, and the resulting effects were far inferior to the authentic items produced by the Construct Protocol.

If they attempted mass production, the excessive demonic power drawn in would lead to severe criminal charges and harsh punishment from the Church.

But now, the situation had entirely changed.

By coordinating with the Church to attack the Construct Protocol, seizing their technology in the process would be a completely justifiable act.

Once the Church leveraged its resources to refine the technology and gave the Berserk Accessory a new name, these factions might finally be able to implement it on a massive scale.

Previously, the technology had seemed meaningless solely because the Church maintained a strict stance of suppression and eradication.

Once permitted by the Church, churning out a massive army of enforcers with decent attribute values could yield tremendous profits!

As a result, the Construct Protocol unwittingly became rats scurrying across the street, universally despised and hunted by all.

Various factions seemingly intervened all at once, self-righteously initiating a widespread purge of the Construct Protocol.

This was especially true for the factions that had previously cooperated with them. Leveraging their inside information, they rapidly launched precision strikes against scattered Construct Protocol members across different regions.

Under these dire circumstances, some members of the Construct Protocol simply switched sides, choosing to betray the organization outright.

It was amidst this universal crusade that the Church investigators swiftly located the Construct Protocol's headquarters—the Alchemical Clock Tower.

The purge against the Alchemical Clock Tower was once again led by Isabella and her Investigation Team.

Upon receiving the intel, they mobilized immediately and advanced toward the Alchemical Clock Tower.

At this moment, the Alchemical Clock Tower, which had merely masqueraded as an abandoned structure before, truly appeared entirely deserted.

Furthermore, the muffled sounds of combat echoed from within.

Isabella paused in surprise.

'Did some other faction receive the news before us and already engage them in combat?'

Though the thought flashed through her mind, Isabella did not act rashly.

Instead, she unleashed a spell. Ripples of magical energy spread outward, probing the condition of the entire clock tower.

However, as her spell penetrated the clock tower, the returning fluctuations became bizarre—intermittent, hazy, and indistinct.

She could only roughly deduce that something had gone terribly wrong with the spatial integrity inside the clock tower.

"It is the Alchemist's Array Transmutation!" Isabella instantly realized.

Among all disciplines, Alchemy possessed the highest upper limit of power.

An ordinary being at the Black Iron Rank, even when expending every ounce of their strength, could not touch even a fraction of spatial manipulation.

But an Alchemist was different.

Even at the Black Iron Rank, if an Alchemist focused entirely on an immobile array, they could use "as above, so below" methods to guide the array into undergoing spatial changes.

Naturally, this type of spatial change was inherently unstable. Once the array shifted, the corresponding spatial structure risked a catastrophic collapse. Judging from the current fluctuations, the array had merely sprung a few minor leaks, suggesting that the issue stemmed from an internal conflict.

"Launch a full-scale assault immediately! Otherwise, the clock tower might fail, and the Construct Protocol's internal operations could be completely destroyed in the fallout!"

Isabella swiftly issued the command.

Already prepared, Al immediately charged headlong into the clock tower.

At this moment, his heart was entirely consumed by his worry for Fass.

It did not matter that Al and Fass had only known each other for a little over ten days back then.

For Al, he absolutely could not tolerate the thought of Fass remaining immersed in sin.

Behind Al, a deep trace of concern flashed through Isabella's eyes.

She saw it with crystal clarity. What Al could not tolerate was never Fass's choices, but rather the immense problems Al himself had caused during the whole ordeal.

Individuals burdened by a Savior Complex simply could not accept possessing any moral flaws themselves.

Though Fass was just someone he had known for a dozen days, Al had played a direct, facilitating role in pushing him to join the Construct Protocol.

Furthermore, Al's subsequent actions had inadvertently brought harm to Fass's family.

This staggering guilt had become a haunting affliction upon Al's heart.

It was precisely because of this exact mindset—an absolute inability to tolerate his own moral imperfections—that Al was so intensely fixated on Fass.

He instinctively believed that only by forcibly dragging Fass back onto what he considered the 'right path' could he finally absolve himself of all fault.

In essence, Al was embracing total extremism. It was just that his brand of extremism was a frantic, desperate sprint toward what he perceived as 'good.'

Therefore, when facing other villains, Al could deal ruthless, lethal blows without hesitation, loudly proclaiming that he would never forgive them as he ended their miserable lives.

Yet, when confronting Fass—a man who had clearly committed numerous evil deeds—his only thought was to drag him back to the righteous path.

Throughout this entire process, whatever agonizing problems or suffering Fass might endure as a consequence were not actually within his consideration.

Al, of course, had no idea what Isabella was thinking; he merely charged blindly into the clock tower.

He immediately discovered that the interior dimensions of the clock tower were completely different from its exterior appearance.

The space inside the clock tower was overwhelmingly immense. Even a single floor was as vast and expansive as a massive training field.

And right now, shattered and ruined debris littered the entire area.

The violent sounds of combat drifted down from the upper floors.

Drawing his bow and arrows, Al took a deep breath, fully prepared to launch an attack at a moment's notice.

His most pressing priority was finding Fass. Even if he had to shoot through Fass's legs to completely strip him of his mobility, he was fiercely determined to make him stay.

As long as Fass was captured alive, he would passionately plead for leniency on his behalf.

Whether it resulted in a ten-year or fifty-year imprisonment, he would patiently wait alongside him in solidarity.

Once the other party had fully finished atoning for his sins, he would do his absolute utmost to help him start a new life.

"So, Fass, do not walk down this dark path to the bitter end!"

Carrying this unshakable conviction, Al aimed the bow and arrow in his hands directly at the ground.

Elven Arcane Art: Gale Arrow!

He fired the arrow, and a violently surging gale instantly manifested into a swirling tornado.

With incredibly agile movements, Al expertly leveraged the powerful updraft to rapidly propel his body higher into the tower.

Following the source of the frantic scuffling, Al steadily aimed his bow and arrow at his target.

And then, he finally laid eyes on Fass, as well as the strikingly handsome blond man standing in direct opposition to him.