Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

Chapter 115: The Fall of the Fallen Angel

What... what are you going to do?"

Grey, looking at Sylvus who was now so close, finally began to panic.

He tried to unleash the power of the Deity, but found that this power felt like a fake—completely useless. He couldn't even break free from the power that was binding him.

"I'm curious, if you fallen angels lost your wings, what would you become? Anyone interested in helping me cut off his wings?" Sylvus said, looking at the crowd around him. powered-by-NovelFire

The crowd, who had been watching the show, was momentarily stunned; they hadn't expected that they could actually get involved.

"Boss, let me do it. I have a sharp mountain-cleaving knife; I'm sure it can slice his wings off."

"Get lost! You, a mere three-star holy knight, should get in line. Boss, I am an eight-star wind mage emperor, and I could cut the wings off in an instant."

"When did it become an eight-star mage emperor's place to speak here? Us nine-star mage emperors haven't even spoken yet. Boss, let me do it."

Very quickly, the strong ones regained their senses and began volunteering. In no time, the scene resembled a market, and arguments even broke out.

"It's a pity, this guy only has twelve pairs of wings, which means only twenty-four people can participate," Sylvus said, a bit disappointed.

"Yeah, why do these fallen angels have so few wings? Can't they grow more?"

"What's the point of being an angel without at least a hundred pairs of wings? He's just a black crow."

"Boss, this guy just said he borrowed the power of the Deity and grew two more pairs of wings. How about letting him borrow more power? Maybe he'll grow even more wings."

Everyone nodded in agreement. When Grey heard this, he almost spat out blood. This was the first time he had seen anyone complain about fallen angels having too few wings. After all, in the angel race, the more wings one had, the stronger they were.

"Boone, Elena, Ronald, arrange some people to cut off this guy's wings," Sylvus said with a smile.

Of course, he could have done it himself, but that would have been too easy on Grey. Unless Grey handed over the treasure that could unlock the elf clan's bloodline seal, he had to be tormented.

"No, please! I... I surrender. Just tell me what you want. I know I was wrong," Grey quickly said.

Joking aside, if the fallen angels lost their wings, they would truly lose all their power. He didn't want to become a wingless angel.

"It's simple. Hand over the treasure that can break the elf clan's bloodline seal," Sylvus said calmly.

Grey frowned, still feeling a bit unwilling. But it seemed like there was no other choice. Even after borrowing the power of the Deity, he was still no match for Sylvus—this guy was simply too powerful.

"If I hand it over, will you let me go?" Grey asked Sylvus.

However, as soon as Grey spoke, a cold glint flashed in Sylvus's eyes. The next second, one of Grey's wings was severed, and he screamed in agony. Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but shake their heads.

Another wing gone—meaning one fewer person could take part in cutting them off.

"Do you still have the right to negotiate with me now?" Sylvus said with a cold smile.

Grey took a deep breath, trying to endure the pain. This guy was simply a devil. Even Grey wouldn't be this ruthless.

"This is the elves' treasure—the Heart of the Angel."

Grey dared not hesitate any longer and quickly took out a white stone. The stone emitted a faint spiritual glow. When Elena saw the stone, the blood in her veins began to stir, as if the seal within her was about to be broken.

"Since you're being sensible, I'll give you a quick death," Sylvus said, taking the Heart of the Angel.

After Elena confirmed that this was indeed the treasure to break the bloodline seal, Sylvus spoke calmly.

"You… you're still going to kill me?" Grey's face changed when he heard this. He had just breathed a sigh of relief, only to find out he still had to die.

"You're no longer of any value," Sylvus said, raising his right hand to deliver a fatal blow, but Grey called out.

"Wait, I still have a secret—a huge secret that I haven't revealed yet!"

Sylvus paused, looking at Grey with curiosity.

"What huge secret? Let's hear it."

"No, you have to promise to let me live first. Otherwise, I'd rather die than tell you. And I can tell you that this secret is related to the Ten Clans of Titan," Grey said, shaking his head quickly.

Having been tricked by Sylvus once, he couldn't afford to make the same mistake again. Otherwise, he'd lose all value once he revealed the secret.

The Titan clan? Hearing this, Sylvus couldn't help but glance at Ronald. Could it be related to the Heart of Titan?

"Fine, I, Sylvus, swear that if you reveal the secret, I will not kill you. Otherwise, I shall die on the spot," Sylvus said with a smile.

In this world, oaths had power. Hearing Sylvus's words, Grey relaxed slightly.

"The continent of Isral was once part of the divine realm. Do you know why it was separated from the divine realm?" Grey asked.

"Because of the angel clan?" Sylvus frowned. This secret had already been told to him by the angel Cornelia before.

"Yes, it was indeed because of the angel clan that this continent separated from the divine realm. But what you definitely don't know is that, when it was still part of the divine realm, this continent originally belonged to the Ten Clans of Titan," Grey continued.

Sylvus was stunned. He didn't know this secret. Even Ronald, standing nearby, looked surprised. If what Grey said was true, it meant the entire continent once belonged to the dwarves?

"Before the chaos in the divine realm, the Titan clan foresaw it and opened many small spaces within their territory to hide their people and preserve their lineage. Unfortunately, before they could finish preparing, the great war began. The Titan clan's chief hid their most precious treasure—the Heart of Titan—in one of those small spaces before dying."

"Over the years, these small spaces have fused into what is now the Undead World. The undead there were once powerful beings of the divine realm, but after becoming undead, they had to start over in their cultivation, with no memory of their past."

"So you know where the Heart of Titan is?" Ronald couldn't help but ask. They had been sending people to look for the Heart of Titan with no success, and now they learned it was in the Undead World.

"I don't know the exact location, but I know a general area. And back then, the Titan clan set many obstacles to prevent outsiders from obtaining the Heart of Titan—only a member of the Titan clan can get it," Grey said, his gaze shifting to Sylvus.

"I can tell you where it is, but you must let me go."