Chapter 441: It Moved

The basement's collapse and subsequent reattachment were effortless for York in his particle form. In this state, he wasn't just manipulating objects to adhere but fundamentally altering their very essence—turning stone into water, or fire into stone, feats that would seem miraculous to most humans.

Watching Father Bonhard and the others visibly relax as calm returned, York glanced at the Divine Axe in his hand, feeling somewhat troubled.

The formidable and awe-inspiring axe was now in his possession, but it was indeed very large. Extending from where he gripped the handle was an axe head as large as himself—a spectacle that would certainly stand out in the modern world.

York was sure that if he carried this axe in public, passersby would either stare in astonishment or look completely baffled as he walked by. Worse still, some might even secretly take photos and post them online.

"So, what should I do with you?" York muttered to himself.

A second later, an idea struck him, and he shifted back into his particle form.

Before his eyes, everything was reduced to swirling particles, including the Divine Axe in his grasp. The particles making up the axe were unique, glowing faintly yet distinct from the ordinary particles floating around, attracted to each other by a special force that made them cling together, forming the geometric shape of the axe.

These special particles were like magnets.

"Indeed, each particle is unique, which is why you are unique. Because you are special, you are remarkable. Science truly is fascinating," York mused, understanding dawning on him. He released the axe handle, allowing the particles that composed the Divine Axe to remain suspended in place.

With a thought, York began to deconstruct the special particles of the axe. Silently, one by one, they separated under his will. In his vision, the interplay of these special particles seemed to be the source of the axe's aura, now becoming quiet and dormant as their interactions ceased.

After completing this process, blood poured from his nose, eyes, and ears—a testament to the tremendous strain.

"Damn, the pressure is still immense. How am I supposed to create life or a world under these conditions?"

York wiped the blood continuously streaming from his nose, staring at the particles that had once formed the Divine Axe. He pulled some particles from the surrounding air and placed them in the gaps left by the separated special particles.

His idea was simple: by moving the ordinary particles away, the special particles, naturally attracted to each other, would recombine instantly, reforming the physical Divine Axe.

Besides this step, York constructed a box using interactions between stabilizers and boundary particles, similar to the casing around a world rift. He enclosed all the special particles of the Divine Axe within this box to prevent them from scattering, keeping them intact as a single entity.

His approach was akin to turning stone into gravel, gravel into sand, sand into dust, dust into bacteria, and bacteria into particles—essentially breaking down the Divine Axe into invisible particles, unique in composition. Thus, unless recombined, these particles remained merely suspended in the void.

"One plus one equals two, not three," York reasoned.

"Now it's not visible anymore."

To the naked eye, there appeared to be nothing, but in his view, a loop was attached to his wrist, with a particle "rope" leading to the box containing the Divine Axe's special particles.

"With this, you can always stay by my side. Just by shifting my thoughts and moving the placeholder particles, the special particles will instantly reconnect, and the axe will materialize in my hand."

York sniffed, reverting from his particle form, staring into the empty space where he placed the Divine Axe's original location.

"Exactly as expected."

York exhaled lightly, pleased as his hand passed right through where the axe had been, his face showing satisfaction.

Under his setup, the once solid Divine Axe was now no more than floating dust in the air, invisible until the placeholder particles were removed, allowing the special particles to snap back together and reconstitute the actual Divine Axe.

"A deeper understanding of particles," York chuckled, rubbing his chest to soothe the internal itch.

Although forcibly disassembling the special particles of the Divine Axe was easy mentally, it took a physical toll. The immense pressure had caused his internally fortified organs to burst, leading to the bleeding.

"Fortunately, my regenerative abilities have reached a new level," York breathed a sigh of relief.

After exiting his particle state, he could feel the rapid regeneration of damaged areas within his body, including inside his nose and ears, though the process was somewhat itchy.

York released his grip and looked at Father Bonhard and the others who remained stationary, seemingly confused. He thought for a moment, then slightly narrowed his eyes.

The wall in front of him vibrated suddenly, and fine sand began to peel off, floating towards York like flowing water.

"Better to create a fake one after all; otherwise, it's too troublesome

 to explain to the church."

With a smile, York used his formidable telekinetic powers to mold the floating sand into a perfect 1:1 replica of the Divine Axe.

"Unfortunately, the material is different. Although fundamentally you are also composed of particles, the particles making you up are vastly different from those that make up the real Divine Axe," York noted as he grabbed the sandy replica's handle.

"Because the particles composing you are ordinary, lifeless, requiring interaction with other particles to have any effect.

To make you seem more real, I'll infuse you with sufficient and enduring holy power to make you glow."

With this thought, the Divine Axe in his hands began to emit a phosphorescent glow—the result of the holy power he had infused.

"And some mental energy."

Like peeling off a ribbon, York used a bit of his mental energy, binding it to the axe in his hands.

Thus, a Divine Axe that could emit a faint light and impose a strong oppressive feeling was forcefully created by York.

"The only flaw is your fragility," York reflected, feeling a pang of regret as this axe felt very different from the real one.

He swung the axe, splitting the air with a whoosh. While it held together under the motion, higher forces would undoubtedly cause it to crumble, unlike the special particles of the real Divine Axe, which would not disintegrate under such stress.

Swish!

York stopped swinging and threw the axe toward the recently excavated stone wall, releasing the handle.

The sandy axe followed a parabolic trajectory toward the wall.

Crack! Just like York had seen earlier, the axe returned to its place.

"Time to go back," York said, smiling faintly as he turned to leave.

As he moved, the blood that had clung to his body vanished into dust unseen by the naked eye, swept away by an invisible force.

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"Father Bonhard, shall we go in and see?" Brother Hashem, one of the six knights, asked Father Bonhard, worried about the tumultuous sounds from the basement.

"No need. What just happened was likely Bishop York taking action," Father Bonhard declined, shaking his head.

He too was concerned for Bishop York inside, but protocols were protocols—if not commanded, even at the risk of death, he wouldn't enter.

Moreover, he had confidence in the legendary bishop's strength; after all, not just any clergy could become a bishop. Those who did were assuredly powerful.

As Brother Hashem recalled the tremendous noise, he started to speak again.

But at that moment, he noticed a change in Father Bonhard's expression and turned his head toward the stone door.

Suddenly, the door vibrated and then forcefully retracted, slowly revealing Bishop York.

"Bishop York!"

All present bowed in greeting.

"Mm," York nodded, stepping through the now inactive magic array, waving his hand to close the massive stone door that had just opened.

"Are you all right?" Father Bonhard hesitated.

"Just now... Just now..."

"I'm fine," York interrupted with a gentle smile.

"Just now was due to the Divine Axe—Wrath of Olaf. Its power affected the structure of the rocks."

Giving Father Bonhard and the curious Brother Hashem an already prepared excuse, York added, "I just used some power to settle things down. It seems everything's under control."

Father Bonhard sighed in relief.

"Good to hear you're safe."

York nodded in response, looking at Brother Hashem and the others.

"Thank you for your efforts."

Brother Hashem and the others bowed slightly, their faces not quite as composed.

"Farewell, Bishop York!"

York smiled and walked towards the stairs.

Father Bonhard glanced at the knights still stationed by the stone door, then silently followed York's steps.

"Bishop York, where do you plan to go next?" Father Bonhard asked.

York, with hands clasped behind his back, looked towards the exit.

"To the World Rift."

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Meanwhile, under the half-section of the Flom Mountain Railway, a small valley was abuzz with activity.

This base was established for the construction of a new scenic railway.

A group of workers in construction uniforms, wearing safety helmets, pointed and discussed the newly excavated tunnel. A white pickup truck was parked nearby.

"Mr. Denek, after the explosion, we found something," one of the workers addressed the burly-faced man known as Denek, the base leader.

"What is it?" Denek asked, frowning, looking at the nervous workers.

"A bone embedded in the rock," one worker said anxiously.

"It's huge, not like a human bone but more like a monster's."

"It's bigger than our truck," another worker added.

Denek paused, his gaze inadvertently falling on the nearby pickup truck as he envisioned what they described.

A dinosaur bone? Denek wondered, looking at the truck. In his mind, only large prehistoric creatures like dinosaurs matched the description of large bones.

"Let's go

 have a look."

With that, Denek waved his hand and headed towards the pickup truck.

Though the tunnel was meant to connect with another from a different town, if there was indeed a dinosaur bone inside, they would need to figure out how to preserve it. It could potentially serve as a unique tourist attraction, independent of the railway tunnel.

The group re-entered the dimly lit tunnel in the pickup truck.

Denek leaned against the window, peering ahead as the tunnel lit up under the truck's headlights, deep in thought.

Buzz!

For a while, the only sound in the silent tunnel was the rumbling engine of the truck.

After a short drive, the lights along the tunnel walls disappeared.

Denek knew why—since the recent explosion, there had been no chance to install tunnel lights. He glanced inside the tunnel.

The freshly blasted tunnel was illuminated only by the truck's headlights, and dust filled the air.

When the lights revealed some rubble, the driving worker announced.

"Here we are, Mr. Denek."

Denek nodded, observing the uncleaned rubble in front of them. When the truck stopped, he grabbed a powerful flashlight from the dashboard and stepped out.

The truck's lights weren't enough. Ignoring the workers disembarking behind him, Denek turned on his flashlight and shone it ahead.

Everything became clear. Indeed, something was embedded in the recently blasted stone wall.

Denek instinctively walked over, followed slowly by his workers.

Approaching, Denek realized the object was a massive white bone, spanning much of the stone wall.

Denek looked up at the huge bone, his face slack with shock. This was definitely not a dinosaur bone, as no dinosaur matched the size of the bone set into the wall.

"This is..." A worker's murmured voice caught Denek's attention. He looked where the worker pointed.

"Doesn't it look like a finger?"

Denek's pupils dilated, and he quickly observed the bone. Indeed, the structure resembled a human finger joint.

Realizing this, Denek licked his lips, saying, "You did well to inform me promptly."

Then, turning to the workers, he ordered, "Stop work and report this."

But at that moment, he noticed all the workers staring with wide, fearful eyes.

"It moved!"

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