"Who are you?"

The gray-haired man asked, his voice a little nihilistic, as if it were fleeting.

"So you're the one who gave them the formula, right?"

Rosen didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"It's not uncommon to use these people to suck souls and then you harvest them at the end. ”

"Hehe, what are you talking about?"

The man brushed the hair from the corner of his forehead and asked with some gloom.

"You claim to be able to brew golden wine for them, but in reality, that recipe is not at all for summoning the souls of so-called saints. ”

Rosen shrugged his shoulders and said, he thought that he had seen more saints than most people in this world, and he had never heard of any way to summon the souls of saints, so this statement was okay to fool the masses who didn't know the truth, and for him, it was almost a sight to see.

"The recipe is actually made of the Philosopher's Stone. ”

The massive, tormented condensation of painful souls created is the philosopher's stone known as the forbidden in alchemy.

This stone has extraordinary powers, and although it does not turn ordinary things into gold as legend suggests, it can release enough energy to destroy a city with just one piece, but it is also avoided in most alchemy books because it is made in such a cruel way that it is avoided in most alchemy books.

"I don't know what your purpose was in creating the Philosopher's Stone, but I have a few questions for you, the former chief alchemist, Mr. Serrard Sprot. ”

Hearing the name, the man's expression changed slightly, not knowing if it was because Rosen saw his thoughts, or because Rosen learned his name, or both.

"You were originally a famous alchemist, but seven hundred years ago in Ishbal, you used the Advent Ritual to try to summon the people of Chaos, but at that time you accidentally obtained the by-product of the Philosopher's Stone, which allowed you to continue your life to this day, it seems that it is very important to you. ”

Rosen said that the man in front of him did not look like he had lived for 700 years, but there was no doubt that according to the information Rosen had obtained, this was the culprit who led to the emergence of the capital of crime 700 years ago.

"Hehe, I didn't expect anyone to figure out that history, I thought that this name should have been judged to be dead a long time ago. ”

Serad didn't seem to deny it because Rosen was accurate, but instead showed a gloomy smile.

"Although the Philosopher's Stone can be used as a material for casting spells, the most essential use is to prolong life, the body can remain immortal through various means, but the soul cannot, unless it is advanced to the legend, the soul will sooner or later decay in the long river of time, and eventually annihilate. ”

"Is that why you keep killing?"

Ain clearly couldn't accept this, and in her opinion, Serrad's behavior was no different from that of the cultists who believed in the People of Chaos.

It's not Chaos, but it's more resentful than the People of Chaos.

"Little girl, when you feel the withering of life, when all the good things are quietly gone, you will also, like me, seek eternal life. ”

Serad didn't know whether he was confident or had hole cards, so he didn't feel afraid of Lawson and Ain at all, but said slowly.

"Although the Philosopher's Stone can prolong the soul to some extent, it is like adding new firewood to the flame that is about to be extinguished, but the fire is about to be extinguished, and the added soul will only pollute the purity of the flame, and every time I use the Philosopher's Stone to continue my life, the purity of my soul will drop a little, just like this. ”

Celad raised his left hand, and a cloud of gray mist emerged, turning into countless faces with a mournful wail around his fingertips, and at the same time, it could be seen that the end of Serad's body had become somewhat transparent, like a ghost, swaying in the wind.

"But you two, I am amazed by the strength of your soul, especially you. ”

Serad pointed at Rosen.

"I'm afraid that such a powerful soul can only be possessed by saints, and for me, even if it is a flame, as a moth, I will definitely pounce on it. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. ”

There was not the slightest hint of joy in Rosen's voice, because he knew that it was impossible for Serad to come here without any preparation, and even that he might have one or two philosopher's stones in his hand, which might cause a lot of unnecessary trouble if they were detonated at will.

The next moment, without warning, Serad moved.

Behind him, four swaying souls turned into arrows and headed for Rosen.

Whoop –

The speed of the soul arrow is very fast, and it is in front of Rosen in a blink of an eye, these arrows contain a certain number of resentful spirits, even if they are physically defended, they will have a certain amount of interference with the spirit of the attacker, and even hurt the soul, usually they can only dodge, which is also a tactic used by Serad to induce Rosen to move.

But with just one hand, Rosen blocked all four soul arrows and disappeared without a single remnant.

What mental interference, what soul damage, none happened.

Rosen waved his hand, as if sweeping away dust, and lightly erased the few soul arrows, much to Serad's surprise.

What kind of state has this person reached?

Serad himself is a golden rank, although his strength has been reduced because of his years of extended life, but with tens of thousands of souls fused with the Philosopher's Stone, he is not weak in the attack on the soul, and even surpasses most of the golden rank.

However, the man in front of him had broken up Serad's attack without much effort, could it be that his attainment of soul spells had surpassed that of Serad, who had survived on the Philosopher's Stone for seven hundred years?

Serad felt a pang in his heart, his hands were folded, and then he pulled them apart, and in his palms, dozens of magic circles were bright and extinguished, and a trace of white mist lingered, which was a spell formed by the fusion of ancient magic and soul power.

He took a step back, and between his hands, a gray spear loomed, and the thunder spread, forming the blade of the spear, making a sizzling sound, and the electric light jumped between the carriages, and at the same time, a suppressed and frantic aura diffused.

“！！！”

Serad casts spells quickly, and seemingly complex spells can go from prototype to completion in just one breath.

In the midst of lightning and thunder, countless souls wailed from the lightning spear, setting off a storm from the Netherworld, and the entire carriage began to shake violently as if it had fallen into a shower.

In a flash, the Revenant Spear immediately arrived in front of Rosen's eyes.

But—

Rosen stepped forward, all the storm, all the screams, all the thunder and lightning gone.

Everything was calm as if nothing had happened.

"Please start your show. ”

Lawson gestured with a light gesture of his right hand.