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Underground in the capital, Luster bit his lower lip, feeling anxious and walked into his father's room with Gradoni.

"Father." Luster and Gradoni knelt down and lowered their heads: "Pride is dead."

"I know." Father's fingers tapped the wooden armrest of the seat rhythmically: "His Philosopher's Stone disappeared like Envy. It seems to be the same formation. I didn't expect that humans can actually It’s really surprising that such a level of refinement formation has been developed.”

"What should we do next? Father?" Rust asked.

"The day when the moon swallows the sun is very close." My father closed his eyes, as if he was calculating something: "There are still three places left, at this rate."

"It looks like we can't go on slowly any longer."

He finally left that position, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Gradoni's bald head.

The place where the hand came into contact with Gradoni erupted with red light, and Gradoni suddenly let out a painful scream.

"Ah! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!!!"

Rust broke into a cold sweat and lowered his head even more.

"Father. Father"

"Lasi. Te. Help me."

Gradoni's wailing sound quickly disappeared. Not only the sound, but also the person himself disappeared from this world. There was nothing left in that area, as if no one existed at all.

"Now that this kind of refining formation has been developed, there is no need to keep such stupid artificial humans, otherwise it would be a waste if they were destroyed." Father nodded.

Luster didn't dare to speak, nor did she dare to show any objection or dissatisfaction. She knew that the consequences of making her father feel dissatisfied would be to be sucked into his body like Gradoni.

"Luster." My father called out, "Run faster and find Bradley."

"Yes." Rust immediately accepted the order and left as if running away.

Soon after, she returned with Bradley.

"Bradley, declare war on the surrounding countries." His father said calmly: "There is nothing you can do about killing more people. You go and start a war now. The order of society is no longer important. Just act as your great president. power to wage war."

"The reason. Hmm. Let me think about it. Isn't Pride dead? Just use the extremists to assassinate the president's adopted son and attempt to split the country as a reason to launch a retaliatory war."

Father walked down, clapped his hands together, and refined something under the influence of the Philosopher's Stone.

When Kim Bradley was confused, there was a snap and the thing was thrown in front of him.

That's Pride's body

The death was very brutal, with signs of burning and abuse, and the temple was pierced, the red and white brains flowed out, and the smell of blood and burnt protein poured into the tip of the nose.

The facial features, body shape, clothing, and even the internal organs and blood inside the corpse have all been restored. This is an impeccable creation, and even the top forensic doctors can't find any problems.

"Just use this prop to propagate." Father said: "News and newspapers are subordinate agencies of the government. As long as they control the right to speak, humans will blindly obey. Just incite humans and inspire them to kill. Desire makes blood flow on the earth.”

Bradley took a deep look at his father, finally knelt down on one knee and said solemnly: "Yes, I will follow your will."

"Last, please go and help. Be careful, don't get caught in that new type of formation." Father patted Lust on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your concern." Luster breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that her image in the mind of her father was pretty good, which allowed her to escape and avoid the same fate as Gradoni.

"Let's go." Father sat back down and waved.

Rust wrapped the "prop" in a shroud and left the underground with Bradley.

They came to the ground and summoned reporters and newspapers.

News that the president's son was tortured and murdered by criminals was published in newspapers, and photos of the corpse were published and widely distributed.

Also declared dead were a group of officers, including Mars Hughes, many of whom lost their lives in this terrorist act.

Selim Bradley, this was Pride's alias. The army held a huge funeral for him. The president's wife burst into tears at the funeral, and reporters took close-ups of the wrinkles on her face.

After the funeral, Kim Bradley announced that he would immediately declare war on the criminal country, not because his adopted son was tortured and killed, but because the country could not tolerate the life safety of any citizen on its own territory and could not be guaranteed. This was for Fight for the rights of citizens and the honor of the country.

A few days later, Brother Edward returned to the capital.

When they left the platform, there were dense teams on the street, marching with signs, claiming to defeat the enemy and never show weakness.

"What on earth is going on?" Edward was shocked by this unprecedented formation.

"Brother! Look here!" Alphonse saw the newspaper posted on the wall because of his height advantage.

Edward jumped up and down, and finally Alphonse took him into his arms and looked at the newspapers and photos with him.

“The president’s son was tortured and killed”

"Army. List of those killed in the line of duty"

"Mars Hughes!"

Edward saw a familiar name and moved closer to the newspaper.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mars Hughes died in the line of duty during a desperate battle with terrorists!"

"How is that possible! When was this news!"

"It was a newspaper that was just published yesterday!" Al pointed to the publication date on the lower right side of the newspaper: "The president has decided to declare war on the country of terrorists. That was a declaration of war parade just now!"

"Liar?" Edward was stunned.

"Let's go find Colonel Roy, he must know more!" Alphonse said.

"That's true." Edward didn't expect that something like this would happen in the capital after he hadn't come back for a few days.

He quickly found the telephone inside the train station, showed the pocket watch of his country's alchemist, and dialed the number of the military headquarters.

"Hello, I am Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric. Please help me connect to Colonel Roy Mustang."

"OK, just a second."

Within half a minute, Colonel Roy's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Since this is a call transferred from the train station, does it mean your brothers are back?"

"Well, we just arrived at the station." Edward said: "We saw the parade on the street, and the newspapers said that the president's son was killed, and Lieutenant Colonel Hughes too. Is this true?"

Roy was silent for a moment and said: "It's true, Hughes is dead. In addition, the war is about to start. As national alchemists, while you enjoy your privileges, you also have the obligation to protect the country, so You should report to Central Command immediately, this is a special period now."

"Is it this serious?"

"You guys should come back first. It's not convenient to talk on the phone."

"Okay, we'll be right over." Edward hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, Central Command.

Roy put the phone back in its place and returned to his office.

Mars Hughes was lying in his place recovering from his injuries, his arm in a cast, one hand slinging with a bandage, the other holding a newspaper and reading it.

"Asshole! You actually said that I was killed by criminals in the line of duty! I am obviously still alive and well!" Hughes said angrily

"You should realize now that this country is controlled by those people from top to bottom." Isaac sat cross-legged next to Hughes: "They have begun to wage war regardless of the consequences. Those soldiers and civilians But they don’t know the truth.”

"The seal of blood, the philosopher's stone, the little man in the bottle." Hughes put down the newspaper and sighed: "Who could have imagined that the truth is like this?"

"Indeed." Roy walked into the desk: "I didn't expect that Isaac turned out to be the right party. I have never thought about this kind of thing before."

"But the gap is still obvious." Hughes raised his head and said, "The enemy is the president and a monster that has lived for four hundred years."

"No matter what the outcome is, we cannot just watch the country fall into war." Roy said: "I have secretly contacted the Armstrong family and some of my own friends to stop this senseless riot. .”

"They will try to delay the approaching speed of the army, but at most they will delay the start of the war for a few days. We must find a way to expose the true face of the president within these few days and make the war ceasefire."

Taking advantage of the privileges of being a state alchemist, Brother Edward took a transport car from the train station and arrived at the Central Command.

Along the way, they saw scenes of panic in the capital. Martial law was enforced everywhere. There were soldiers patrolling the streets with guns. A tense atmosphere spread silently.

Roy waited for them at the door. After meeting them, he whispered: "Hughes is not dead yet. No matter what you see for a while, don't make a sound."

Edward almost thought he heard wrongly until Roy led him into the office and he saw Hughes greeting him.

There is also Isaac next to him, the Alchemist of Ice, Edward has fought against that guy.

From the moment he entered the capital, Edward felt a different atmosphere than usual. At this moment, he was particularly focused and followed Colonel Roy's instructions well without making any noise.

But he and Al still prepared a battle formation, and the target was naturally Isaac on the side.

"Don't be so nervous, Isaac is our companion." Roy said.

"What happened, Colonel? Why did you say Isaac was a partner?" Edward asked.

Roy and Hughes explained what happened a few days ago, including the full story.

In addition, Isaac also showed Edward a refining formation drawn on a piece of paper.

"The man said, give this to you and you will understand."

"This is a listening device formation." Edward saw it at a glance.

This formation formation had a very personal style, and he only knew one person who could draw it.

Speaking of which, the last time they met in a dream, Ian told him that they would meet soon, and before that, there would be acquaintances looking for him.

Did the acquaintance turn out to be Isaac?

"But Isaac, how did you meet him?" Edward asked.

"When I was escaping, he caught me. It was as simple as that." Isaac said: "When he caught me, he had already seen the formation of this country, so I reached an agreement with him. reached a consensus.”

"Why didn't he tell me if he knew about the National Refining Formation so early!"

"Will you believe it if I say it?" Isaac said coldly: "People who have never seen the truth will not believe it. Now if you go to the street and say that the president is an artificial person, others will only treat you as madman."

"And you are a human pillar. You may not realize it, but there are always people around you monitoring you. If it weren't for the purpose of stopping the Blood Seal, I wouldn't want to come to the capital to deal with you at all."

"Human pillar? Watching me?" Edward wondered.

At this time, suddenly, the door of Roy's office opened.

"Who is it! A confidential conversation is taking place now and entry is not allowed!" Roy shouted.

But the door still opened, and the person who came was a tall man wearing a white robe with blond hair and a beard.

"Dad..." Alphonse was stunned for a moment.

"Hohenheim, why are you here?" Edward said.

"No, that's not right! This guy is not Hohenheim!" Isaac's forehead was sweating, and he pointed at the corridor and shouted: "He has killed all the people there!"

"This" Edward looked towards the corridor. Rows of people were lying on the ground, as if they were asleep.

He had always been alert, but he didn't hear the sound of those people falling, or even the sound of the man's footsteps.

In just the blink of an eye, the man teleported in front of him and took away the draft paper for making the formation.

"Really." The man held his chin and looked at it: "Is it a formation based on this principle? No wonder it can kill Envy and Pride. I remember that I have been controlling the development of technology. Sure enough, there are still geniuses in the world. Is this kind of thing? No, did it come from other countries? It’s progressing so fast.”

"You guy, do you think we are nothing?" Edward kicked the man on the butt.

But the kick was in vain. His foot only hit the table, but he was injured instead.

Isaac gritted his teeth. He couldn't see the man's movements clearly, but he grabbed a frozen fish from his arms and smashed it to the ground.

The crystals spread, and a huge formation formed automatically on the ground.

Finally the man was restrained, and countless red silk threads tied him up.

There was some confusion in his eyes, and he tried to break the threads, but only to be pulled tighter.

"Come on!" Isaac said.

"You are very good." The man looked at him approvingly: "You are very suitable to be a human pillar. I will let you be the last one."

The threads tore off the man's skin, revealing his dark and profound essence.

It did not break free from the silk thread, but took the initiative to shed its shell, leaving the center of the formation like a cicada shed its shell. (End of chapter)