Chapter 8: Blasphemy against the Gods!

Chapter 8: Blasphemy against the Gods!

"Bishop Ansluc, this is it! I saw that wizard and the Witch Hunter Lord come out of the house a while ago, and they fought all the way here..."

A quarter of an hour later, in the lower town, a ragged scavenger, covered in dirt, hunched over and cautiously recounted everything he had seen to the clergy of the Church.

Ansluc remained silent, his gaze lowered to the scorched marks on the ground. The bright red blood, vaporized by the high temperature, had turned into a dark red hue. The upturned earth and the scattered remains of flesh and bone bore witness to the ferocity of the battle.

The cause of such severe destruction was likely the second-tier magic spell, Flameburst!

"Where's the body?" Ansluc suddenly inquired. There were clear signs of a battle on the ground, but Braine's body was conspicuously absent.

The scavenger swallowed hard and spoke with difficulty. "After the Witch Hunter Lord died, the wizard threw him... threw him into the Yir River..."

"This is blasphemy against the gods!"

Before Ansluc could respond, a middle-aged priest behind him vehemently rebuked.

In recent years, thanks to the Duke of Nordland's "enlightened" actions, the entire downstream of the Yir River had become a true cesspool.

Braine's identity was not merely that of a Witch Hunter; he was also a member of the Church's divine punishment force and had even consumed the Elixir of the Gods in advance, making him an emissary of the gods in the mortal realm.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Participating in Witch Hunts so frequently was only to enhance his resume.

But the corrupted wizard, who had brutally killed him and tossed his body into the polluted Yir River, was undoubtedly a challenge to the Church's authority!

The scavenger's body trembled uncontrollably, and he lowered his head in fear.

Ansluc tightened his grip on his staff, his anger simmering. He turned to the trembling scavenger and questioned him once again.

"Did you get a clear look at the wizard who killed Braine? Did anyone else intervene during the fight?"

"I only saw glimpses from a distance, Bishop. There didn't seem to be another wizard involved... That person appeared to be just of age, with brown hair, about your height."

As Lynn contemplated this, he reached for a nearby mortar and placed the blocky flint stones inside. With a small wooden rod, he began grinding them into fine powder.

During his time in Urr, apart from looking for marks and familiarizing himself with the terrain, the rest of his time had been dedicated to the creation of white phosphorus.

White phosphorus was a chemical element with the formula P4, appearing as a white or pale yellow translucent solid.

There were two commonly used methods to produce it.

The first involved mixing calcium phosphate, silica sand, and carbon powder into a mixture, heating it to temperatures between 1400 and 1600 degrees Celsius, and then passing the resulting phosphorus vapor through cold water to solidify it into white phosphorus.

The second method was to heat red phosphorus to 416 degrees Celsius while excluding air, causing it to sublimate and cool, forming white phosphorus.

However, in this world without industrial systems, similar to ancient Europe, gathering these raw materials in a short period wasn't an easy task.

Though 071 had shown him some ancient and "convenient" methods for extracting raw materials, Lynn didn't plan to use them unless absolutely necessary.

Fortunately, Lynn soon stumbled upon a pleasant surprise. The surface of the flint he had used was interspersed with traces of red phosphorus!

Considering that red phosphorus had been used as an efficient flame retardant in the previous century for the manufacture of matches to enhance their safety, this wasn't entirely surprising.

It seemed that the indigenous people of this world had already discovered the element phosphorus, though their application was quite rudimentary.

As Lynn continued to grind the flint with the wooden rod, the chunks of flint gradually broke down, removing impurities until only clusters of red powder remained.

He didn't have professional equipment on hand, but the magical power at his disposal was much more convenient than scientific instruments!

Mage's Hand!

With a thought, the fine red phosphorus seemed to respond to some kind of call, floating up on its own, and then, with the aid of Basic Material Deconstruction, it broke down into its basic molecular state.

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