You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts

Chapter 885 - 401: How Can You Lose When Riding a Flying Dragon?

Hecate screamed and summoned an ice storm.

Gareth stood in front of Ye Qingzhou, the holy mark on his back blossomed with golden light, forming a shield: "Quick, go save people!"

Ye Qingzhou rushed to the operation console of the incubation chamber, slicing open the control crystal with his sword blade.

The chamber doors opened one after another, and the unconscious hostages slid out. He quickly checked and found some wearing the Alchemy Association’s badge.

"Wake up!"

He slapped the face of an elderly man with white hair, whose badge indicated he was the chief alchemist.

The old man coughed and woke up, a golden glimmer flashed in his cloudy eyes: "...Sun...Bloodline...stop them..."

A loud noise came from the other end of the hall.

Hecate, cornered by Gareth, suddenly tore open the black robe on her chest—embedded within was a beating crystal heart. "Let’s perish together, Sun’s lapdog!"

The crystal heart began to flicker at high frequency.

"Gareth! Step back!"

Ye Qingzhou threw his sword with all his might.

The ice-blue blade pierced Hecate’s throat instantly, as the old man suddenly grabbed Ye Qingzhou’s wrist: "Go quickly! She’s going to detonate the Seed of Eternal Night!"

Ye Qingzhou lifted the elder and shouted to Gareth: "Get the hostages out! Immediately!"

He pulled off the pendant, crushing it, ice crystal powder formed a teleportation array encompassing the awakened hostages.

Hecate’s body began to expand and crystallize, the temperature in the hall plummeting sharply.

Gareth grabbed two nearby children and dashed toward the exit: "Roland! Barrier!"

The ground shook violently, an ice crystal storm swept in from Hecate’s explosion point.

At the critical moment, a golden light descended from the sky—Roland leaped into the hall, his Holy Nail Giant Sword stabbed into the ground: "Sanctuary!"

With Roland’s summons, twelve Holy Nails detached from the sword and rotated in the air, forming a golden barrier.

The ice crystal storm crashed into the barrier, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

Celeste emerged from behind Roland, her chain whip smashed the last icy knight: "Holy Scripture, Chapter Nine, Verse Four..."

"Now’s not the time for chanting!"

Ye Qingzhou dragged the last few hostages into the teleportation array, "Everyone, keep your heads down!"

A world-shaking explosion lifted the dome of the entire hall.

The moment the Holy Light Barrier shattered, the teleportation array finally activated.

The last thing Ye Qingzhou saw was Roland shielding several children with his body, and the blood-colored rune suddenly lighting up on Celeste’s chain whip...

Half an hour later, the rescued hostages were being watched over by the Holy Knights.

Gareth leaned against a charred tree trunk, bandaging his wounds, his golden hair matted with bloodstains.

"Where’s Roland?"

Ye Qingzhou moved his slightly numbed muscles, this physique still too weak for him, like a fragile porcelain piece that must be used carefully.

"The old stubborn is fine."

Gareth gestured towards the distance with his chin.

At this moment, the fierce Chief Judge was reprimanding several knights attempting to shackle the alchemists: "...They’re victims, not heretics! Put away those damned tools!"

Ye Qingzhou noticed Celeste standing alone at the edge of the ruins, hiding something within her armor.

As he approached, the female knight suddenly turned around, the chain whip emitting a threatening hum.

"You’re injured."

Ye Qingzhou pointed to the blue liquid seeping through her iron armor seams—it’s not blood but a kind of magic potion.

Celeste’s cross-star pupils behind her mask contracted sharply: "Holy Scripture...Chapter..." her voice suddenly stuck, her fighting spirit within becoming awkward and sluggish.

"Laine!"

Gareth’s shout broke the eerie atmosphere, his expression extremely serious: "We found this in Hecate’s lab!"

On a torn parchment was recorded a horrific content: The Eternal Night Council is developing a plague capable of turning Holy Sun followers into bloodthirsty monsters, and the formula requires the bone marrow of the Sun Bloodline.

The signature at the bottom made Ye Qingzhou’s blood freeze—Bishop Victor, one of the high ranks of the Holy Sun Church Court, and also the top leader in the North.

"Seems like there’s a big mole in your court."

Ye Qingzhou rolled up the parchment and hid it in his arms: "Leave these hostages to me, they need professional alchemy treatment."

Roland’s one eye stared at him for a long time, finally nodding: "The Holy Sun Church Court owes you a favor, Demon Hunter."

After Ye Qingzhou left with the alchemists, Gareth leaned beside Roland: "Letting them take away the Sun Bloodline just like that? The church has been looking for them for hundreds of years..."

"What did the old alchemist say when he woke?"

Roland countered.

"I think it was...stop them?"

The Chief Judge gazed at the collapsing Shadow Dome: "The Eternal Night Council wants more than just a few alchemists. Victor’s betrayal means..."

He suddenly fell silent because an ominous premonition rose within him.

In Frost Iron City’s council hall, the giant sword forged of Starfall Steel, the "Frost Winter Oath", stood before the throne, the Frost Runes on the blade emitting a faint blue light.

Aurelian Morning Star tapped the hilt with his fingers, each tap like an ice hammer striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Bishop Victor allied with the Blood Race?"

His voice colder than the Northern Territory’s winds: "Laine, do you understand what your accusations mean?"

Standing in the center of the hall, Ye Qingzhou faced Aurelian’s gaze with a calm expression.

He wore simple travel leather armor, at his waist was the unassuming "Dawn" Knight’s Sword, forming a stark contrast with the heavily armored family knights around him.

"It means the Holy Sun Church Court has been infiltrated."

Laine answered calmly: "It means the Eternal Night Council is about to launch a full assault."

He took a step forward, the heel of his boot clicking sharply on the marble floor, "It means civil war is now inevitable."