White Barge Clear River

A spoonful of Jiangbaisu, a scroll of Kuhesu, and a bottle of syrup so sweet it's nauseating.
Stir the crucible, evaporate the moisture.
Drink down the pain, reap a new life.
In the lands of steampunk alchemy, demons run rampant, elements drift, heresy lurks.
Xia Zhou looks up to the Mage's Holy Place, immerses himself in studying toxins, forging his own path of magehood.
(This is not an invincible story. The invincible tag is system-generated and I can't remove it.)

My Rejuvenation Speed is A 'Little' Fast

Rexasor, wearing a helmet equipped with binoculars, has been staring up at the wall of flesh for two days.


"This isn't good. I don't see any fluctuations in the Blood Runes." Rexasor's voice was a bit hoarse. "Something is very wrong, Serites. There's been such a commotion from the other squads, and the Rose Knights are even trying to flip over half of the Anti-magic Field. So why hasn't the Demon Church sent out any demons to check things out? There are no demons walking through any of the interior cavities of the flesh walls. It's as if all the demons have gone into hibernation, totally surrendering control of the surface."


"This is troublesome..." Serites frowned. "If the demons won't come out to capture our bait, then the bait won't be locked into the interrogation room of the Punishment Church Team... What do we do now..."


Chapter 57: Bizarre Tranquility