In 1909, Ishubar, the country of Yamesteris.

Relying on the broken wall that looked rough and yellowed by the wind and sand of the desert and the baptism of war, Yi Daoren touched his chest, took out a wrinkled cigarette box from his blue military uniform, took out the last cigarette with only a little cigarette paper connected, and almost broke into two sections, and smiled bitterly.

"When will this kind of murderous day end?"

There was no one around Yi Daoren, so his feelings were not for others to hear.

Besides, if there were other people, Dao Ren Yi would not dare to sigh so much. If he was accidentally found out by the military inspector, even if he saved a beating, he would be scolded.

His feelings were just to say that he could hear them.

Yi Daoren is not from this country of Aramesteris, or so, he is not from this world at all!

Yi Daoren was an ordinary person in his twenties in China on earth. He ran a small supermarket and lived a stable life. Perhaps in a few years he would go on blind dates, get married and raise children, and live an ordinary and ordinary life like ordinary people.

But for some reason, maybe it was a joke from the gods or a prank by the demons. When Dao Ren woke up one morning, he suddenly found that he was not lying on his bed, but lying at an intersection.

This made Dao Ren Yi stunned. When he came to his senses, he thought someone was playing a prank with him again.

But then he didn't think so.

The exotic street buildings and pedestrians with deep facial features and very different faces from Chinese people all let Taoist Yi know that things are not simple.

What’s even more, Taoist Yi found that he could actually understand the words of those foreigners!

Dao Ren Yi dared to swear to the heaven that those words were languages ​​he had never heard before, let alone learned them. But after those words reached his ears, he naturally understood the meaning!

In a daze, when Taoist Yi was planning to ask someone, he was suddenly hit by a person who broke out. Then when he heard an old man calling a stinky brat, he hit the stone slab on the ground and fainted.

When I woke up again, I was already at the home of an alchemist named Charlie.

That year was the year 1905 of the Mainland calendar.

"It's been almost four years, and I don't know if those bastards and parents still remember me..." Putting the cigarette that was about to be broken into two sections on the palm of your hand, and then closing your hands, Yi Daoren's eyes were blurred: "But even if I remember me, I can't recognize it when I go back now... After all, it's been almost a year since I entered this slaughterhouse."

The slaughterhouse, this title, Yi Dao Ren, is not wrong, or it is very appropriate.

But this slaughterhouse is not the chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs, but people!

Last year, in 1908, when the Ishbar civil war became more and more intense, King Bradre, the president of the Aramesteris State, signed Presidential Decree No. 3066, and put the national alchemists on the battlefield of Ishbar. Then, the Ishbar people faced a one-sided massacre!

It is because of this that Taoist Yi came to Ishubar.

Of course, he had only been in this world for three years and would never become a national alchemist in any case. There were only more than a thousand alchemists of that level in the entire country of Yamesteris. Compared with the country of Yamesteris, which had almost more than 50 million people, he was an elite talent in a thousand!

Although Taoist Yi is still smart, he is still far from the elite who is invincible.

However, Yi Dao Ren is not a national alchemist, Charlie is!

Charlie, the alchemist of the Ashes, is one of the most effective minions in the country of Armestres to capture criminals. He is an existence that scares the criminals of the country of Armestres.

After discovering that Taoist Yi, who had just come to this world, was knocked out by his grandson, Charlie took Taoist Yi to his home and paid for someone to treat him.

After that, I knew from Charlie that this world was no longer Yi Daoist on Earth. When I was homeless, I lived in Charlie's home until I came to the crazy human slaughterhouse of Ishubar in the past.

Of course, if it were normal, Yi Dao Ren would not have the opportunity to replace Charlie as a national alchemist, but that call was different.

Charlie, who has been dealing with criminals for the country of Armestris, knew the meaning of the conscript order when he saw it... Massacre, naked massacre!

Charlie, who is old and wants to live a stable life, finally left the pocket watch and the call for his country's alchemist identity at home and disappeared.

When the military personnel of the Armestris came to the door, only Yi Daoist, who had learned some basic alchemy, was at Charlie's home. So in order to avoid the fact that he had not recruited the national alchemist, sent the Yi Daoist crown of the national alchemist who had learned some of the ashes of Charlie's alchemy fur to Ishbar.

"It's a pity!" It sounded like the sound of wires leaking on the earth, and blue light flashed in Yi Dao Ren's hands. When Yi Dao Ren opened his hands, only a little cigarette connected to the paper had returned to its new appearance when it was left factory!

"Understand, decompose, and then form. Alchemy is really a convenient ability, just like becoming a universal factory."

Alchemy is a technology that can change the composition and appearance of matter and create another matter. It is a magical technology that can transform knowledge into power.

The basic principle is equivalent exchange, and the mass and elements of the raw materials and refined substances must be the same. For example, metal can only be refined into metal, water can only be refined into water-related things, and metal can never be refined into water or wood.

The process of refining is divided into three steps: understanding, decomposition, and reconstruction.

Research and understand the composition of things in advance, then decompose them, and finally form them according to your own understanding. This is the alchemy of this world!

However, to complete these three steps, the alchemist needs to have his own refining formation.

Refining a formation is the basis for becoming an alchemist. The spirit of an alchemist analyzes things, understands things, and finally breaks down things and then forms them.

However, each alchemist's refining array design is different, except for the circle representing the cycle of power.

All refining arrays are based on a circle. The circle must have a central point, and the lifting force concentrated from the circumference to the central point is that the cycle of force is equal to the agreed force. In addition, the circle also represents the time cycle required during refining or operation, and represents the construction form of the process and material composition required during refining.

The construction form is something that represents the composition and refining process of matter. After combining the construction form with the circle, the refining formation is completed. Then the alchemist sends the idea into the refining formation and can start refining.

However, due to different personal cognition and different understandings and construction methods, even if you want to refine the same thing, the formations drawn by each alchemist will be different. Some formations will be composed of pictures and words, while others will be composed of simple formations.

Of course, alchemists with sufficiently good abilities can use relatively simple crafting arrays to perform complex crafting. According to legend, some people can perform arrayless crafting.

After stuffing the cigarette into his mouth, Yi Dao Ren took out a windproof lighter and lit it, he took a deep breath, letting the tobacco breath into his lungs and then spit it out.

In fact, Yi Dao Ren doesn’t like the smell of tobacco very much, but compared to the misty smoke here and the unforgettable bloody smell on his body, Yi Dao Ren thinks it is better to let the smell of tobacco permeate his whole body.

"Click, click..."

Suddenly, a small sound came from the corner of the wall not far away. It was the sound of a person walking on the gravel.

A bitter smile appeared on his face. After Taoist Yi shook his head slightly and sighed, he put the smoke that had just taken a sip on his palm, and let the special military gloves painted with the formation wrap it around.

Amid the tiny and messy footsteps, a brown skin and red eyes were filled with panic and resentment. A man wearing Ishbar national costume walked in carefully from the corner with an old gun. After seeing Taoist Yi in military uniform, his face changed and he raised his gun and pointed it at Taoist Yi!

However, before he could pull the trigger, Yi Dao Ren shook his body and dodged the muzzle. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his hand, which was not much different from the lightning, and then a dark red ray of smoke surged out and spread to the man, wrapping him around!

"Ah" the man let out a harsh scream.

The smoke with a dark red luster has a burning heat that distorts the air, so after being wrapped in the smoke, the man seemed to be thrown into the fire and roasted. The smoke even entered his throat and nose with his breath, stimulating his delicate and fragile tissues!

"I hope your faith can be saved with you." After praying in a low voice, Yi Daoren pulled out the pistol from his waist neatly and pointed it at the man who screamed in pain and his voice became more and more hoarse and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Scarlet blood splattered with tofu-like brain tissue. A man who was shot in his eyebrows fell to the ground with endless resentment and resentment in his eyes and stopped moving.

Without the fear of killing, and without the discomfort of killing, Yi Daoren just looked at the cigarette butts on the ground with regret.

The fear and discomfort of killing will only make him distracted on the battlefield and become a number on the list of dead people. It has long been worn out by this slaughterhouse.

What he can do is to pray that the other party can receive the redemption of the God he believes in... Of course, that is just when he kills the other party.

Although there is no fear and discomfort, as a human being, after killing his own kind, he still feels sad after he dies in a rabbit and fox. This feeling requires praying that the other party can be redeemed and comforted. Otherwise, he is worried that he will become a machine that only knows how to kill people!

Although Taoist Yi is a little indifferent to killing people now, he has killed hundreds of Ishbar people with his own hands. But the indifferent killing people... He unconsciously is a lunatic who likes to kill people!

"Click...Click..."

The sound of footsteps on the gravel was brought by the wind and sand that almost never stopped, making Yi Dao Ren, who was about to put away his pistol, frown.

After listening for a while, he leaned against the wall to make tactical postures, but his heart sank.

"Damn it, why did so many people suddenly come? I've checked when I came here to rest. There should be no one around me!"

Yi Daoren is not a powerful national alchemist. He is just a third-rate alchemist who knows some ashes alchemy fur. Even though he has strengthened a lot through the stimulation of the battlefield, he is at best a second-rate. Faced with multiple enemies, he may be more likely to be killed and die if he is killed!

What's worse is that he had been hunting for a day, and the cigarette that helped him kill the Ishbar people was the last material he used to perform the Alchemy of Ashes, and there were only three bullets in his hand!

"If Roy Mastan was willing to teach me how good it would be to be. It is also an alchemy that controls flames. Even if the construction style is different, it can make me much better than now, much better!" After complaining in a low voice, Dao Ren Yi closed his mouth in the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Complainting can make him relax a little, but if he exposes himself, it will be a lot more worth it.

But to be honest, Dao Ren Yi really wanted to get the Flame Alchemy, but he also knew that it was almost impossible.

The alchemist has a very profound genre plot, just like the ancient Chinese sects in his original world, the secrets between genres will definitely not be promoted to outsiders. Roy Mastan's Flame Alchemy is the alchemy of a certain genre.

Roy Mastan was a powerful national alchemist whom Yi Daoist met after entering this slaughterhouse and was also an Armestrian with the rank of Grandmaster.

Suddenly, the sound of tiny footsteps disappeared.

His brows were frowning tighter, and Yi Daoren held the gun in his hand tightly, and sweat slowly oozed out of his forehead.

"Swish!"

A blue shadow flashed by with a shining object and landed on the ground, and then a surprised voice sounded: "Yi?"

The familiar voice made Yi Daoren, who almost pulled the trigger, breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat down weakly against the wall.

"Xuzi, it turns out it's you!"

"I found an Ishbar man coming in here, and then heard gunshots, so I followed him to take a look. I didn't expect you to be here too." A man with glasses and a rare face without a cold and dim person in the slaughterhouse walked out of the corner of the wall. After picking up the coat and mirror on the ground to spy on the intelligence, he walked slowly towards Taoist Yi. After glanced at the cigarette box without cigarettes on the ground, he also sat down leaning against the wall.

The man's name is Mass Hutz, an elite soldier who graduated from the NCO Military Academy.

He pulled the corners of his mouth weakly, and Taoist Yi smiled and said, "Then I am so lucky. If another Ishbar person comes, I will almost explain it here."

Mas Seuz was silent for a moment and smiled bitterly: "This is war."

"War?" After pulling the corners of his mouth with a disdainful tone, Dao Ren Yi stopped saying anything, but just looked up at the dazzling blue sky and the dazzling white clouds.

War is a noun that only both sides with almost offensive and defensive capabilities will use! And this is just a slaughterhouse called the Ishbar people!

However, Dao Ren Yi also knew that he had no position to say anything. After all, he was also one of the massacres, so he just stared at the clear sky and the clean white clouds no matter what happened.

Taoist Yi didn't speak, and Mass Seusz had nothing to say, especially when he looked at the Ishbar people who were lying on the ground not far away, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Not long after the two of them rested silently against the wall, there were another sound of tiny footsteps, and they were looking at the sky in confusion and immediately sat upright, holding the gun in their hands tightly.

But as soon as he held the gun, Dao Ren Yi immediately remembered that his gun had only three bullets. He couldn't help but complain that he had just relaxed and forgot to ask Mas Seozi if there were any extra bullets. He actually remembered it after hearing the sound of footsteps.

"Xuzi, do you have any extra bullets? I only have three."

"Only three bullets?" He glanced at the wrinkled cigarette box on one side again, and Mas Seusz silently took off the two magazines from the tactical belt and gave them to Yi Dao Ren: "I'll give you two first. But you don't have to worry. Roy and the others should come. I made an appointment with him to meet in this place."

"Master Mastan and the others?" Yi Dao Ren, who took the magazine and was about to replace it, was stunned for a moment, then continued to remove the magazine with only three bullets and replaced the magazine that Mas Seuz gave him. The guns they used were all standard guns from the country of Yamesteris, and they were not worried about the model of the bullet.

Just after Yi Daoren changed the pistol magazine, two men and women in the Aramesteris national military uniforms walked out of the corner.

"Roy, Lieutenant Hawkeai!" After seeing the two, Mass Seuz stood up and greeted her.

"Hello, Major Mastan and Lieutenant Hawkeai." After seeing clearly that he was indeed his own person, Taoist Yi also greeted Mass Seuz.
Chapter completed!