In the workshop's deathly silence, Lian Qi raised the whistle compressed from the ashes of the world's ending.The runes carved on it seemed like the final words after the universe's heat death, exuding a voidly aura that could freeze the soul.All that was needed was to blow it.The judgmental force of the Ashen Council would descend upon this place in a more direct, more brutal fashion, grinding this "kitchen" that dared defy the Council's authority, along with the "chefs" inside it, into their most primitive particles.This was his trump card, and his duty.Yet, just as he brought the whistle to the shadow beneath his hood, about to blow,Viridian moved.He didn't even show himself.He merely issued a cold command through a consciousness fused with the workshop."Let the feast begin."The entire alchemical workshop, like a slumbering beast, awoke!On the ground, those long-dried, multicolored remnants of alchemical potions, catalyzed by the power of the Holy Abyss workshop, were in

 Viridian's figure, like a ghost melting into the darkness, silently returned to the depths beneath Raven's Nest Manor.He passed through the dim corridors and finally stepped into a vast space large enough to contain a small town.This place was the Reginald Castle he had completely remade; now it had only one name—Sanctum Workshop.The scene before him was no longer the noble castle of blood and sin it had once been.The entire space was governed by an extreme, paradoxical aesthetic.On the dome above, sacred radiance flowed like moonlight, tracing intricate, holy frescoes. Yet the frescoes did not depict angels and saints, but countless twisted, struggling beings of the abyss, ultimately sinking into silence.Beneath the floor, the pitch-black abyssal energy ran like living veins, etching sinister sigils and magic circles into the boards. And at the nodes of those circles were inlaid holy light crystals that emitted a soft, g

Inside the Saint Abyss Workshop, it was deathly silent.Viridian stood before the newly born "Fallen Angel Puppet: Judgement Model," a flicker of brief satisfaction crossing his eyes.This piece of "kitchenware," fused from the three contradictory powers of Holy Light, Abyss, and Termination, was nothing short of a perfect work of art.But mere satisfaction was not enough.Hunting "Lian Qi" was, for him, just a hastily prepared appetizer.The flavor was novel, but the portion was too small, nowhere near enough to sate the greed that swelled within him as his power grew.His appetite required higher-grade, richer "ingredients" to fill it.His path of evolution also required higher-quality "nourishment" to pave the way.He no longer admired his creation; instead he submerged his consciousness completely into the soul realm called the "Kingdom of Sin."There, a chaotic, broken torrent of information was floating.It

 Inside the Chapel of Divine Grace, the air seemed to have frozen solid.Everyone's breath halted in this moment, their gazes fixed intently on the kneeling figure before the altar."My Lord, I know that words of penance are pale.""Today, I offer my soul, my everything, to prove my devotion!"Viridian raised his hands high, his voice echoing beneath the solemn dome, every word filled with resolve and sanctity.Grand Knight Commander Gabriel trembled with excitement, as if he could already foresee a miracle unprecedented in the annals of Church history about to unfold before his very eyes!The believers clenched their fists tightly, their eyes burning with fervent flames.Even Marcus, who had always remained skeptical, couldn't help but hold his breath now, his heart pounding wildly.Under the fervent gaze of everyone, Viridian slowly closed his eyes.A trace of pain appeared upon his sacred countenance, as

Deep within the Chapel of Sacred Grace, there was an airtight prayer chamber.There were no windows here, only a perpetually lit candle casting wavering shadows on the stone walls, the air heavy with the dusty, ancient scent of spices."Brother Viridian, this place is the most secluded; no mundane clamor will disturb our communion with our Lord."The angelic envoy Samael wore a gentle, compassionate smile; he pointed to the room’s only stone bench, indicating that Viridian should sit.Viridian obediently sat, lowering his eyelids, adopting a posture both humble and expectant.Inside him, however, there was only an icy silence.It has begun.Samael walked to the center of the chamber, pressed his hands together, and began intoning an ancient, obscure prayer. It was not a hymn praising the sun god, but a language more austere and far colder.As he chanted, threads of gray air, almost invisible to the naked eye, drifted from