With Rachel's death, Garland breathed and cut off.

However, during the blockade, an irresistible high heat emerged. When Garland's heart stopped beating, a loud bang comparable to thunder burst out from the decaying body.

Blood flowed out silently between the mouth and nose, but it was not cold, but it was far better than the previous hotness. Just a drop burned the earth, igniting the steel, rocks and even the source material flowing in the seal!

The shackles bound to Garland's body turned into fuel at this moment, swallowed by the terrifying high temperature, and were pulled into the thin body together.

The souls were quickly disintegrating and merged into flames and high temperatures, making the blood comparable to lava even hotter.

Just a little blood leaked, a huge heat source appeared on the ruins out of thin air.

This is...the great master's blood fever!

No, even hemotherism is just a manifestation.

At this moment, on Garland's body, countless alchemy matrices like complex circuits are constantly emerging, interlaced, overlapping, and gathering into a vast and profound mysterious structure like stars.

This is definitely not a normal phenomenon.

No, even a great master cannot be like this!

The qualitative change of blood is second. Before that, the transformation of the internal organs must be completed; the nervous system is withdrawn and alienated and implanted again; even if the efficiency is high, the surgery performed on the bones must be divided into five stages, each stage is enough to cause all souls to fall into hell, and the final result is such a tragic scene.

Now, following the presets of the past, the final process begins here.

——He turned his body into a real alchemy furnace!

"Garland!!!"

Hedi asked angrily, "What are you doing?!"

【Do what I should do.】

As the source material surged, a hoarse voice emerged from He Di's consciousness.

Do what an alchemist should do.

This is the last alchemy in the grandmaster's life - the final refinement of the miracle accumulated in the body of countless alchemy in his life.

At this moment, Garland's head finally dropped weakly, and the last glory disappeared from his dim eyes.

【Maybe, this is my price…】

Dedicate your soul and everything.

After a hundred years, repay this gift of destiny in the form of life!

At that moment, the sound of the furnace cracking burst out.

A soul-burning glow emerges from under the broken face, emitting dazzling light.

That is the miracle crystal created by giving your soul to your destiny after spending all your life!

It is not a strange miracle seal, nor is it a terrible authority, it is just a pure holy mark.

The results obtained by the Grand Master at the cost of his soul belong to Garland alone!

Even if it can only exist for a short moment, at this moment, he is the incarnation of miracle and the revitalized holy mark!

At this moment, as the furnace shattered, countless boiling blood spread, and the holy mark filled with dazzling glow rose from Garland's shell and spread its huge wings!

In an instant, all obstacles passed.

Whether it is the seal on Helios, the shackles created by Hedi's scheming, or even the suppression of the gods, it seems like a breeze coming to its face, and it is not worth mentioning.

That is enough to rebel against the gods, destiny, and break free from the power of the earth.

This is the result of the symbol and pursuit of Grandmaster Garland's life, and the ultimate killer hand created by Publius!

"I am the one who pursues the light!"

"Icano, Icarus!"

The moment Garland soared into the sky, a vast voice echoed above the sky and resounded in everyone's ears.

"God, I will return this humble life here-"

Accompanied by the solemn declaration, the soaring ‘Icarus’ laughed, spread his arms, and rushed towards the solemn realm where the god was:

“——Today, I will embrace the brilliance of the scorching sun!”

This is an irresistible determination, the burning light of the soul that even the gods cannot stop.

At this moment, Icarus smiled.

After so many years of rebellion, as a "Garland", he finally returned to the right track of "Publius" - following the fate he was destined when he was born, spread his arms, and launched an unreturned climb towards the place of the god.

Even if the glow of the gods will burn themselves out, it will be spared!

"What can I do even if I get close!"

On the throne of the gods, Publius roared, reached out his hand, and held the holy mark that was so close that it was difficult to restrain his anger.

This kind of anger encountered by the betrayal of a close friend!

"Can't you share this happiness with me?" He angrily rebuked: "Aren't you the one who understands me the most in the whole world!

——I have to stop me, [Publius]!!!”

"Saying this kind of thing now..."

Icarus couldn't help but want to laugh.

After so many years, everyone has played the role of each other, but in the end they find that they can't tell which one of their own souls is.

Who is Publius and who is Garland?

It's already, there's no difference, my friend.

However, there will definitely be a result. In this duel, there will definitely be a judgment that will be passed down to future generations and preserved history.

Justice is ‘Garland’.

The conspiracy was defeated by ‘Publius’.

Whether it is glory or sin, we share it together.

Perhaps, from the day when the two exchanged their destiny, such a future and such a result were destined from a long time ago.

"Because, I'm your price."

Icarus stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to touch the god's face, and told him: "It's like, you're my price."

However, this line of distance cannot be crossed in the end.

His arms were burned to death under the power of God.

An uncontrollable collapse spreads from the innermost side of the miracle.

After exhausting all his efforts, he finally came to the gods, but he could not even achieve the minimum counterattack.

The final demise is coming.

But unexpectedly, he was not afraid and no longer worried.

I just sincerely express my gratitude to this destiny.

"Everything is a part of fate, isn't it? My friend..."

He closed his eyes:

"—Please mourn me!"

At that moment, Icarus completely disappeared without a trace.

Publius stood there in a daze.

I stared blankly at the last afterglow in my hand. I didn't know whether it was mocking or sadness on my solemn and handsome face, but it seemed as if I could not believe it.

But then, a cracked sound rang out from his body.

It made him dull.

The noble body of the god actually ushered in trauma!

No, it was as if he had been severely damaged. He stared at his hands blankly, only to see the cracked gaps spreading continuously, covering his whole body.

Under that shell, the glow of the sun wheel emerged and quickly overflowed!

His divinity is rapidly losing!

"Garland!!!"

Publius finally realized it and let out an angry roar.

This is the final counterattack launched by Grandmaster Garland to his former close friend!

He does not need to traumatize Publius's body, nor does he have to interfere with the other party's soul. All he needs is to come to the other party's presence.

When Purbrus was finished and finally ascended to the throne of gods—

When he was the most powerful, come to him.

Then, he sincerely offered his wishes to the deceased gods who dominate each other's destiny, witchcraft, the goddess Hecate, who is the goddess who has crossed the three junctions and the moonlight.
To be continued...