I build nuclear bombs in the giant world

The capital of Amestris, the slums.

Some of the surviving Ishvar people live here. They live in the cracks like ants. With their families and families destroyed, they have no place to belong in the world and can only live in this world.

Their existence is not a secret, but until now, the national government has turned a blind eye to them, not conducting special management on them, and will not provide them with any assistance.

But today the situation has changed. The country has entered a period of war preparation, and the Ishvar people have become extremely sensitive. What's more, a ruthless serial murderer has appeared among the Ishvar people.

His code name is "Scarred Man" and he is famous for the hideous scars on his face. He specializes in targeting the country's alchemists. He has dozens of lives on his hands and has long been an important wanted criminal by the government.

Newspapers publicized what the scarred man had done, which aroused public outrage among the people, and the capital could no longer accommodate the Ishval people.

Groups of troops broke into the slums.

They kicked open the old houses, some of which were even ancient tombs.

There is such an ancient tradition in Amestoris that they will build a house for the dead for the soul of the deceased to rest in peace. The richer the person is, the bigger and more luxurious the house will be after death, and the whole family will be buried. In the same house.

Before the capital was established, there used to be a large area of ​​dead houses on the fringes. Now it has become a place where poor people live.

The houses of the dead that have existed for hundreds of years have long been forgotten. Those who cannot afford a house, are homeless, and are desperate, take these tombs for their own use.

Many Ishvar people live in the houses of the dead.

But now the army is coming. They kicked open the repaired wooden doors and pointed their guns forward. The women wrapped their heads in scarves and protected their young children in their arms, blocking the soldiers' sight with their bodies.

The army carefully checked the identities of these people. The physical characteristics of the Ishvar people were very different from those of the native people. Their skin color, hair, physique, and eye color could be judged from these small details. If they were natives, the army would let them go. However, if the person is an Ishvar, they will be locked and arrested with handcuffs. If they resist during the arrest, the soldiers have the right to shoot.

In the room further back, the old man was talking to "Scarred Man" Ska.

"Master, I'll hold them back, you can run away now!"

"Ska, our country has been destroyed, where can we escape? The war is coming again, and many people will see hell." The old man sighed, "We can't change anything, we can only Forced to accept fate.”

"Damn it! If it weren't for these Amestrians, if it weren't for these damned guys!"

"Ska, we can't leave. You are the only one who can leave here. We are all your burdens. You can go and leave us alone. After you leave, you must remember not to let hatred control you again. You must Forget that you were once an Ishvar, go to a place where no one can recognize you, and live peacefully there. This is your brother's wish, and it is also our wish."

"No! I won't leave! I want to stay and fight the Amestrians to the end! My brother was killed by them, my father and mother were killed by them, and I only live for one thing, that is to let The Amestrians pay the price!”

"Ska!" The old man's voice finally became serious, "Don't you understand? Hatred will only make you fall into a deeper abyss. We are facing this situation because the adopted son of the president was killed by someone. It’s because there are people like you who have been seeking revenge that the army is here!”

"Master, the basic principle of alchemy is equivalent exchange. This is what you taught me. Those who kill people should pay with their lives! I am not wrong! I will never admit that I am wrong!"

"Ska, can you kill all those murderers? Can you do it?" The old man opened his cloudy eyes, "This is the last lesson I teach you. Being weak is the biggest mistake of you and me. .”

"Go away and keep this last lesson in your heart. If you are not strong enough to defeat the entire Amestris, then never use alchemy again and never mention your Ishvar identity again. !”

Scar fell silent. Being weak is the biggest mistake. He could not refute this absolute truth.

If he is powerful enough, then why should he be afraid of the massacres outside?

If he was strong enough, how could his brother, his relatives, and his country perish?

But there is no if, even if he killed many national alchemists with his personal ability, he is still as weak as an ant in front of the country, a huge machine that operates precisely.

He still can't do anything.

This was his biggest mistake.

"I will surrender to them." Ska's eyes turned gray: "I will confess all my crimes."

He hated to say the word.

"Please. Please let them spare the other Ishvarians."

"Silly boy." The master hit him on the shoulder with a wooden stick: "I will teach you another lesson. Never leave the decision-making power in the hands of the enemy."

"Go away. Don't let Ishvar's light go out. You are the last remaining flame. Pass the light on. This is what you should do."

"Master." There were many emotions in Scar's eyes.

He wanted to say something, but at this moment, he heard a violent explosion.

There were brilliant sparks in the sky, something exploded in the sky, and there was chaos outside.

He heard the hum of some kind of loud engine, and he stepped out from under the roof and looked up at the sky.

There was a strange "bird" flying over there. Ska had never seen such a thing before. It was neither an airship nor a kite. It was much faster than an airship. It cast a very small shadow in the dazzling sunlight.

The landline phone at the headquarters was connecting quickly, and the person calling was the president at the front line, Kim Bradley.

However, His Excellency the President seemed very busy and had no time to answer the phone. No one responded for a long time, not even a telegram.

In the shadows underground, in front of the little man in the bottle, a projection appeared. It was the plane.

"Have you even made this kind of flying prop that uses air flow? It really came from other countries." A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the little man in the bottle, and the shark-like sharp teeth made a clicking sound. .

Its body differentiated into a dense mass of darkness, which mimicked the appearance of Kim Bradley and connected to a dedicated phone line.

"It's me, what happened?" The mimic made the president's deep voice.

"Your Majesty the President! An unknown object has flown over the capital! Our weapons cannot hit it at all. It is at the Central Command ahead!"

"Is this where Central Command comes for?"

In the projection, the man in the bottle saw a familiar face.

"Oh, I see, it's you, Hohenheim."

"Hahaha, great, this saves you a lot of effort!"

The man in the bottle hung up the phone and stood up.

Someone pushed open the door and brought the last human pillar in front of him.

"Father, the third human pillar, Izmi Kadis, has been brought to you."

Lust Rast knelt in front of the little man in the bottle. What she brought was a tied-up woman. The woman had her eyes closed and seemed to be in a coma.

"Well done, Lassiter." The villain in the bottle laughed: "Go and release the undead army, let them go to the streets, and make the outside as chaotic as possible!"

"Now? Father?" Lust raised his head and asked doubtfully: "But, Father, there are still two days before the agreed date, will it make the streets become chaotic now?"

"No, Rust, you are wrong. The stars changed a month ago." The little man in the bottle opened his hands as if to embrace the whole world: "This is fate, today is the day I become a god!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

His father's wanton laughter filled Lust's ears. Lust had many doubts in his heart. There were still two human pillars left, and he hadn't even prepared the Blood Seal yet. Why was his father so excited?

Although she had doubts, she did not dare to do any disobedient behavior. She was just a tool of her father, and a tool must have the consciousness of a tool.

Completing the order is her only task, and she does not need to worry about other things.

"As you command." She lowered her head and said.

She walked straight out of her father's room, walked in the dark with high heels, and opened a door.

Behind the door is a huge space, those pale ones are hung upside down from the ceiling.

This is the undead army created by my father.

Through the pale skin, you can see the outline of their ribs, and there is a single eyeball between their eyebrows. Their limbs are intact like normal people, but every undead has his own share of the Philosopher's Stone. They will obey orders until all the Philosopher's Stones are used up.

They can withstand as much damage as a complete soul can bear, and they will recover even if they are injured. They have almost no shortcomings as soldiers, but the cost is too high.

"Wake up and complete your mission." Rust activated the formation, and the line connecting the puppets was broken. The puppets fell one by one and opened their eyes.

They groaned in pain, which was a wailing soul, but they could not resist and could only obey the order.

In the sky, Ian flew the plane to the capital. He looked down and saw someone firing at them.

"It's right down here, right?" Ian held a small bottle in his hand, and inside the bottle was a small lizard-like Envy.

Envi nodded repeatedly, and it couldn't wait to take the man underground.

That's its territory. Once there, it has a lot more chances to escape, and its father is also there.

"Wait! Ian, look down!" Hohenheim pointed downwards and said, "Something is running out! Is that a synthetic beast?"

From this high up, Hohenheim could only see pale dots.

"No, no! It's an artificial puppet, and the power source stuffed inside is the Philosopher's Stone!" Ian's field of vision was wider. His eyesight was no longer comparable to that of normal people. He could see extremely clearly.

Those puppets launched indiscriminate attacks on the humans around them. Whether they were ordinary people or soldiers in the army, they pounced on and bit them without mercy. Their behavior pattern was like the well-known zombies that appear in doomsday movies all the year round.

Ian squeezed the bottle in his hand even more tightly and asked viciously: "Speak quickly! Did you tell the truth!"

The little lizard in the bottle shook its head crazily. It had no means of remote communication at all, and the legions below had nothing to do with it.

However, at this moment, its body surface glowed red, and it felt a terrifying heat being released from its body. It burned, literally burning.

Blood-red flames danced around it, and the tongues of fire licked the small bottle. The bottle made of war hammer crystals was burned and melted in an instant.

Ian covered his hand with a layer of crystals, and he kept adding more as the crystals melted. He felt that this was not using high temperature to melt the war hammer crystals, but alchemy. The principle of alchemy is the decomposition and reconstruction of matter, and now It just stops at the decomposition step.

Envi struggled for only a few seconds and then stopped moving. It was dead and was completely burned by the flames. In other words, the fire burned with it as fuel.

It could only be the means of the villain in the bottle. Ian hesitated and threw the ball of fire out. The flames quickly fell and fell to the ground.

But after the fire was extinguished, the next second thick darkness poured out from the charcoal.

Underground, the little man in the bottle stretched out his hand, and it opened a "door", using Envi's body as a medium to open the door to the ground.

"Come here! Hohenheim!" The hand quickly climbed up from bottom to top.

Even the plane couldn't outrun it. It wanted to crush the tail of the plane with its hands, but found that it couldn't touch the plane. There was an invisible field covering the plane. That field was closely attached to the outer shell of the plane, and it couldn't. Penetrating that thin membrane-like thing.

"What is this?" The little man in the bottle asked doubtfully.

It increased its intensity and even used the Philosopher's Stone in exchange, hoping to dissolve the force field.

Darkness surrounded Ian and Hohenheim's vision, and red lightning erupted outside.

"It's that guy! We've been spotted by him!" Hohenheim shouted.

"That's what it wants!" Ian was worried that he couldn't find anyone.

He acted more simply and this time only covered his and Hohenheim's appearance with the AT force field, giving up the protection of the aircraft.

Then the plane was crushed, and the two people were grabbed by big hands and quickly pulled underground.

But the second before he was pulled into the door, Hohenheim showed an extremely frightened expression.

His eyes were looking straight at the sky, where the sun was missing a corner, as if it had been bitten.

The solar eclipse has begun.

According to his calculations, the day of the solar eclipse should be two days later. In order to determine this day, he spent almost a hundred years observing the stars and determining the error. There was no way he could make a mistake.

Why does the timing of a solar eclipse change?

Is it the villain in the bottle? What did it do?

The fear that was once dominated by the villain in the bottle once again occupied his heart.

The next moment, he was pulled through the door and down to the ground.

In front of him was the little man in the bottle with its outer shell removed, an unknown thing born from the door.

"Impossible" Hohenheim trembled on the ground, "Impossible! All residents of Leor should have retreated, and there are several cities that have not been able to engrave their coats of arms. Impossible, how can you launch a ritual in this world? !”

"This is impossible! Did all my calculations go wrong?"

"No, Hohenheim, there is nothing wrong with your calculation." The little man in the bottle grinned: "But human calculation power has its limits. You can only determine the date by observing the stars over the years. If the stars change, You won’t be able to come to a conclusion in a short period of time.”

"You certainly wouldn't have seen a slight change in the moon's path a month ago."

a month ago? Ian noticed this time. Wasn't that the time when he came to the world of steel?

Was it his arrival that disrupted the stars?

He was still observing, and the villain in the bottle seemed to be completely focused on Hohenheim, not taking him seriously at all.

At this time, he should try to reduce his presence as much as possible, then go around behind the enemy's butt and shoot his asshole.

"Hohenheim, why didn't I see that you had such potential before?" The man in the bottle laughed more and more heartily, "You actually want to scatter the philosopher's stone in your body on the ground. You want to use this behavior Come and stop me?"

"Fortunately, I discovered it earlier, otherwise I would have been tricked by you. I am very happy to see you grow up, Hohenheim."

Hohenheim's clothes have been soaked in cold sweat. This is his last insurance. He has completed this reversal formation. It is precisely because of completing this formation that he will go home to find his wife and children. Want to meet them.

If he had no choice but to reach that point in the end, he could still have a glimmer of hope. Even if he died, the formation would be activated, and the little man in the bottle might be counterattacked by the formation without noticing.

But what he heard now completely shattered his illusions.

"Hahaha, hahaha!" The little man in the bottle laughed, "It's also thanks to your blessing that I made this decision. Originally, I didn't want to waste the precious Philosopher's Stone."

"Wait. Are you talking about you?" Hohenheim thought of a way to carve a coat of arms without killing.

"Yes, that's right!" The little man in the bottle stretched out his hand, "Since you can spill the Philosopher's Stone into the earth, why can't I?"

"A few days ago, I had already asked the artificial man to take the Philosopher's Stone in my body. I separated half of the Philosopher's Stone and asked Sloth to splash them on Leor. The last one Several cities.”

"Even if there is no war, even if there is no bloodshed, I still gather the minimum conditions for the ceremony."

"Now, right here, I will become a god!" The belly of the villain in the bottle opened with a bloody mouth.

"ah!!!"

With screams, Edward, Alphonse, Roy, Hughes, and Isaac were spat out.

"Now we just need to wait quietly for the complete solar eclipse and then create the last human pillar. The conditions are all together!"

Its dark tentacles rolled up Isaac, seemingly intending to make him the final human pillar.

However, at this moment, the tentacle suddenly broke, and the laughter of the little man in the bottle stopped abruptly. Its entire body was crushed by the giant hammer, and then a complex formation appeared on the ground, and the little man in the bottle was crushed. The person is bound in it, and thousands of red silk threads pull the little person in the bottle in countless directions.

Isaac fell to the ground, rubbed his shoulders, and looked at the figure.

He is very familiar with the formation formation. This is the formation formation he has used before, but he is only the one who uses the tools. The person in front of him is the developer of the formation formation.

"Leave this to me! Mr. Hohenheim, take them outside and get rid of those puppets!" Ian said.

The villain in the bottle was not killed by his sneak attack. The darkness quickly condensed. Those threads could only bind it, but could not pull the Philosopher's Stone out of its body.

"What are you?" The man in the bottle finally turned his attention to Ian.

"Ian, just Ian," Ian said softly.

He cut his palm open and warm blood dripped to the ground.

Golden arcs of electricity jumped on his body, bones and flesh were derived from his body, matter spread in the void, and a huge skull enveloped him.

The little man in the bottle is a part of the truth, or a part of the way of heaven. Faced with it, Ian will never hold back. He will use his strongest posture to fight against this thing that escapes from behind the door of truth.

The absolute realm trapped him and the villain in the bottle. Hohenheim knew that this was not a battlefield where they could intervene. He immediately hugged the unconscious Izmi on the ground and pulled his son and others to run outside.

"Come out quickly! This place is about to collapse!"

Hohenheim roared, and the giant took shape, knocking the load-bearing structures in this area to pieces. Dust and stones fell down. Everyone knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time.

"Father! How did you get here!" Alphonse picked up the injured Lieutenant Colonel Hughes and ran wildly in the sewer.

"Let's talk later!" Hohenheim said, "Edward, let's open the road together!"

"Damn it!" Edward gritted his teeth and clasped his hands together, "After you get out, you have to explain it to me, Hohenheim! Not just what happened today! There is also the matter of abandoning your mother before!"

"If there is a chance, I will." Hohenheim smiled.

He and Edward clapped their hands together to refine it.

Steel and clay are shaped by their combined strength. Although they have never been trained, they have the tacit understanding that a biological father and son should have.

The two worked well together to open the collapsed sewer. Below them, the soil snaked upwards like a snake and flew out of the opened hole.

They came to the ground, and the streets were filled with those pale undead legions. They were running around and biting everyone they saw.

"Is this also a trick of the villain in the bottle? What exactly does it want to do?" Colonel Roy frowned.

He jumped off the Tulong, put on his white gloves, and snapped his fingers.

The crackling sparks jumped at his fingertips and quickly turned into fire, incinerating the white zombies spurting in front of him.

"In short, we must survive the solar eclipse." Hohenheim looked up at the giant over there, and the giant stood up from the ruins.

All the people around and these white zombies had fled. Those who could not escape had died on the spot.

"As long as it lasts a few minutes, there's nothing it can do."

"Hey, Hohenheim, all you can think about is procrastination and escape!" Edward said angrily, "Of course you have to kill that guy here once and for all, kill him so that he can never do bad things. This is our goal!”

"Before that, I think we still need to deal with these disruptive things first." Colonel Roy said, "Let's go to the ruins of the Central Command. There should be a working phone there. I'm going to contact Li Lieutenant Sha, go mobilize our people!"

"If you want a phone, we have it right here!" Isaac pointed forward. The moment they rushed out of the underground, he controlled the broken water valve to freeze, protecting a military phone booth.

Roy's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward to make a call.

After several twists and turns, the code was given and the call was received by Lieutenant Lisa.

"Colonel, is that you?" Lisa's voice was trembling.

"It's me, Lieutenant, and I'm sorry to have been missing for a while."

"It's okay, Colonel. Where are you now? The situation can't get any worse. I'll pick you up right away."

"I'm at the Central Command. You should have seen that there is a giant there. That giant is our companion. You don't have to worry here. Your first priority is to deal with those white monsters and protect the safety of the citizens!"

"Lieutenant Colonel Hughes will be responsible for giving you tactical instructions."

Roy handed the phone to Hughes. Hughes moved his only healthy hand and quickly entered the state: "Lieutenant Lisa, how many troops do we have available and where are they distributed? Also, monsters Please tell me the streets and intersections that appear, just verbally, I have a complete map of the capital in my mind."

"Yes!" Lieutenant Lisa replied angrily.

By the time they finished communicating, the sun was finally completely swallowed.

The little man in the bottle was held in the hand by the war hammer. Ian tried many methods but failed to kill it. He used the dragon's spirit of speech, but these injuries seemed to be ineffective against it. He and Hohenheim targeted this The formation formation that can peel off the Philosopher's Stone has been improved, but the effect on the villain in the bottle is still not obvious, and it can only be restrained barely.

It may have been an unkillable thing. In the original ending, it just returned to the Gate of Truth. In Ian's understanding, the most that can be done is to strip out the Philosopher's Stone from its body and make it completely lost. Combat power, the little man in the bottle, the little black ball that was originally bound in the flask, is probably a "concept" and "principle" in itself, and it is just the birth of consciousness.

A "concept" cannot be killed, just like a sharp knife cannot cut through a waterfall.

"You're here." The little man in the bottle condensed his body again.

But before he could say a complete sentence, his head was crushed by Ian again.

Ian can't kill it completely, but he can make it unable to do anything.

Maybe we can only find a way to seal it, but the mutation happened during the total solar eclipse.

"I'm really angry!" The villain in the bottle broke away from the formation. Its body no longer had a shape and completely turned into a shadow. Like the sea of ​​imaginary numbers and the dark energy of the negative universe, it spread to the Warhammer Giant. around.

"Forget it, let's wait another 800 years for the next solar eclipse."

It opened its eyes, and the light of the national formation formation appeared on the ground of the entire capital.

Ian immediately pulled his legs out of the ground and ran with them to the outside.

"You want to take me away from the center of the formation? Idiot, this city is the center now!"

"Come on! What I want to open this time is my door!"

Lust, who was in the shadow, suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

She knelt on the ground, her soul was pulled out and floated to the sky.

The formation of the land has been completed. Although there is no human pillar, the villain in the bottle still got this opportunity. This time it does not covet the power of God, but only collects the philosopher's stone.

Hohenheim on the ground discovered this. He was lying on the ground. He spent many years and poured the philosopher's stone on thousands of places. The villain in the bottle could only remove a small number of key nodes at most. It was impossible. Destroy all nodes.

"Everyone! Help me!"

The footprints he had walked on shone red.

After he obtained this body, he spent a long time talking to each soul to gain the recognition of the deceased.

At this moment, the souls killed by the villain in the bottle unite.

Not only that, he also felt some strong breath coming from Leor, from the air in the capital.

They are the souls released from the artificial human body. Those souls have been reduced to the most basic elements, but some traces of "echo" like "echoes" still remain.

Many suffering souls resonate at this moment.

"What's going on!" The little man in the bottle panicked: "Why didn't the number of Philosopher's Stones increase?"

"Because you misjudged the power of people's hearts!" Ian said decisively, "And now, I have found a way to kill you completely!"

He was refining it in the form of a giant.

Truths, concepts, and countless fragments circled around Ian like film reels.

He suddenly wanted to understand one thing, what is the correct way to open the door of truth, and how can he go home.

In an instant, he and the little man in the bottle disappeared from reality and came to a pure white world.

Finally, he saw the magnificent iron door.

It was a giant door fifty meters high. What was engraved on the door represented everything he had experienced. It was like a mural depicting his entire life.

Not just Ian's life, but also the little time he spent lying in the hospital bed.

It's just that that period of time was pitiful, and the depiction of less than one meter was his entire life.

Further up, it becomes extremely majestic, including the fire on the farm that night, the reincarnation of life and death, the ending of the Warhammer Titan, and the brilliant brilliance of the nuclear bomb explosion.

Apostle, EVA, Lance of Langnokis, Dragon, Sea of ​​Ice.

The higher you go, the more gorgeous it becomes like a scroll of the Kingdom of God.

In front of the door, there was a pure white man with the same outline as him.

"Hey, have you really decided? This is not something you can simply give up. You are already at the top of the world."

"But the so-called truth is just this. In my case, this is the truth. The power of giants, the power of dragons, the power of apostles. These are not mine in the first place. My dream is very simple. For so many years It has never changed. I am still me, just like I was on the farm. I can eat well every day, fly kites, and bask in the sun. Now I can add one more thing: I can see my friends often. It is enough to live my life peacefully like this."

"Hey, are you serious?"

"seriously."

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! It's so interesting. You win! You step on the steps and reach the top. You are qualified to touch the truth."

"One is the whole, and the whole is one. Only by seeking strength from yourself and completing yourself can you grasp the truth. The truth is already in your hands."

The pure white man pointed to his palm.

The grand iron door opened. He looked at his palm and couldn't help but smile. There was nothing there, nothing there.

Who is not like this? They come into this world with nothing and die with nothing.

Nothing can be taken away, and nothing can be left behind.

"Go back, go back to where you should go." Ian said softly.

In the blink of an eye, the little man in the bottle came to his palm. It was the real body of the little man in the bottle, a very small black ball.

"No. Why! Why you!"

"What kind of truth is this! What a bullshit truth!"

"Debts must be repaid, and murder must be repaid with life. I think this is the truth." Ian let go of his hand and let it float toward the door. "Your desire for freedom is not wrong, but so far, you have hurt too many people. .”

"What about you! Don't think you are a good person! I saw it! What you did! How many children, women, old people and innocent people you killed! Why don't you pay for your life! Why don't you pay for your life! Why don't you pay for your life? You can get the truth by doing anything! Why!"

Ian just looked at the little man in the bottle with a smile.

"Could it be...you! You...you guy!"

"I will pay the price, but anyone can have a little selfishness, and I think that's the truth."

There was a loud bang and the door closed.

The back door began to disintegrate from the top, turning into fragments of nothingness, and finally disappeared into the pure white world, as if it had never appeared before.

On the other side of the battlefield, Major General Olivia Mira Armstrong, covered in blood, inserted her sword into the president's heart in the military camp.

She and her colleagues killed the president here.

"Cyborg, Kim Bradley, this is where you will be buried!"

The army in the capital, under the operation of Roy and Hughes, restored order.

Those undead monsters were all wiped out, and the army finally gathered in the big pit at the Central Command, where the giant and the little man in the bottle disappeared.

The solar eclipse has ended at this moment, but the riot is not over yet. Everyone is guarding the area, and soldiers are searching everywhere for traces.

Hohenheim and his son also searched the streets nearby.

But in just a blink of an eye, they suddenly saw Ian at the intersection ahead.

Brothers Hohenheim and Edward were stunned for a moment, then ran over aggressively.

"That black-skinned bastard! Where did it go!" Edward waved his fist.

"It's gone and it's never coming back," Ian said.

"Ian. You." Hohenheim looked at Ian in shock. He didn't even see how that person appeared.

The girl in cloth suddenly appeared next to Ian, holding Ian's hand, just as suddenly as Ian's appearance.

The girl tugged on her clothes curiously, pinched her face, and then held her breath. After her swelling turned to the color of pig liver, she let go and took a big breath of air.

"Let me introduce you, this is Ymir." Ian paused and said, "In terms of blood relationship, he is my ancestor."

A few days later, the Edward brothers sat across from each other on a hotel bed, while Hohenheim stood looking on.

"Well, let's get started, Alphonse."

"Let's start! Brother!"

The two people faced each other, palm to palm, and the light of alchemy was released from their palms.

The armor collapsed, Edward's missing arm returned, and Alphonse's thin body returned to reality.

"Al, is that you?"

"Well, brother, it really worked!"

"Great!" Edward couldn't help but rushed forward and hugged his brother.

But he was extremely careful in his movements, because Alphonse looked too fragile.

"Edward, is your leg really okay? Otherwise..." Hohenheim asked from the side. Edward also has a mechanical leg.

"Don't interfere! This is a matter between us two brothers!" Edward bared his teeth and patted the leg, "I used this leg to exchange Al's soul. This is something we did wrong. We should The price to bear.”

"We didn't care about alchemy or anything at the beginning. We just wanted our mother to come back to accompany us, that's all."

"Really?" Hohenheim's eyes dimmed, "I'm sorry, if I had been there at the time, Alyssa might not have done it."

Edward clenched his fist and hit Hohenheim hard on the head: "I will never forgive you for this matter in my life! But I want to tell you, mother, she has never hated you. It is only me who hates you, because I endured I can’t help but look like mom holding a photo of you together and crying alone!”

"You should live with guilt for the rest of your life!"

"Brother." Alphonse called softly.

"What's wrong, Al?" Edward turned to look.

"Help me beat daddy, too."

"Ah! Of course!"

Edward swung another powerful punch, shattering Hohenheim's glasses.

"Hahaha, hahahaha." Alphonse was lying on the bed, smiling happily.

"Speaking of which, my brother's friend, Mr. Ian, will he come back as a guest?"

"He said he would."

Edward came to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the blue sky, where a wild pigeon flew by.

"But he said before that, he wanted to go home and have a look."

"I also want to go home and see my mother-in-law, Wen Li, and Nina."

"Then go back. We don't understand the government and military matters anyway. Let Colonel Roy and Lieutenant Colonel Hughes pull their hair. Let's go home."

"Um!"

"You guys are not allowed to run away!" Edward took Hohenheim's hand and pulled him to stand up. "I will supervise you. You must make up for all the bouquets you owe mom over the years!"

"Let's go home!"

(ps: The main story ends here. Thank you very much for your company and watching. There will be a short story about "Castle in the Sky" in the follow-up, which will be released before April. It is still free. Ian returns to Pa I will explain a little bit about what happens after Parade Island. I will probably drive Laputa (City in the Sky) and take my friends to visit Parade Island. As I said before, it will be at the end of the month. I finished it before, it won’t be very long, there are some reflections, but I’ll leave it until after it’s finished, see you then) (End of this chapter)