The glow of the flashlight illuminated the scarred man's crimson pupils, and flames of anger and hatred burned from the crimson pupils.

It was the color of the red iris characteristic of the Ishbals.

"Scar, you...... You're an Ishbal......"

After five years, the flame of anger among the Ishbals has finally been rekindled.

And this time, the place where it burns is...... Central Metropolis.

Looking at the scarred man who quickly killed four police officers, Waterland had already given up the idea of survival when he saw him.

A native of Ishbal, a national alchemist.

In an instant, when it all came together, Randy understood, and she understood the reason why Scar Man wanted to kill the national alchemist.

"So what?"

Illuminated by the flashlight scattered on the ground, the red pupils turned to the final goal of the night again.

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I can't forget the unforgettable scenes, the hometown that suffered miserably, and the men, women and children who fell in a pool of blood.

Those relatives and friends.

I can't forget the sound of countless Amestories boots as they stepped into the land of Ishbal. I can't forget those blue pupils and blue eyes that were as cold as fire.

I can't forget the shells that poured into my home day and night.

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"Nope! You can't! You can't kill me! At the time of the Ishbal Annihilation War, I hadn't yet been admitted to the National Alchemist! I'm innocent! I was still in school then! ”

Hiding in the corner, Randy shouted in a hoarse voice, her shaking.

From the voice to the body.

"So what?"

But the scarred man remained unmoved by her words.

Walk past the corpse of a bleeding policeman on the ground and walk up to Randy.

"Who can guarantee that you and the students you teach in the future will not do more hurtful things?"

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God has forsaken us and forsaken His believers.

In the end, until the devout Ishbal believers were slaughtered and left their homes.

The miracles of the gods did not appear either.

The murderers of all evils did not receive the divine punishment they deserved, and the devout believers did not receive ultimate salvation.

I'm the only one left...... I'm left alone.

Alone.

"Want to avenge your loved ones and people? Ishbals? ”

The hideous, evil-grinning black-haired ponytail man stood on the side of the flames and laughed at his incompetent self.

Alone with myself.

Yes, lonely self.

I lost my family, my hometown, my ethnicity, and my faith.

lost the qiē that once held up his spiritual world.

I have long since left nothing, nothing.

…………

"Please! Don't do that! I have children! I have two kids who are just five and three years old! I still have parents to take care of! They're still waiting for me to go back! ”

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The arm was given to him by his brother. My brother saved my life.

I don't have anything left for a long time.

So......

Can I die? Now go to my brother and family.

May I?

No!

My life was saved by my brother, and I want to use this life to avenge my brother and my clan.

"What's wrong? Don't you stand up and attack me? Ishbals? ”

The enemy of the Ishbals, the murderer of his entire family, is under this sky, and his suit and leather shoes are in high positions.

Enjoy the glory and power that comes with killing and slaughter.

A sin built on the slaughter of one's own family and kinship's blood debt.

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"This cannot be a reason for you to escape sanctions."

The attitude of the killers is still so determined.

Because the one qiē is all because of that title, the only excuse and reason that makes the innocent her guilty......

Because......

"You're a national alchemist!"

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Kill you! Kill you! You! You! You! And you!

Kill you! Man with black hair and ponytail!

Kill you! Abominable national alchemist!

Kill you! Damn the Army of Amestories!

Kill you! Slaughter the Amestorians of our race!

The gods have forsaken us, and the gods no longer uphold the justice and sanctions of the world.

Then it's up to me to sanction!

Let's start with the National Alchemist!

Kill all these sinners who have destroyed their homes and slaughtered their families, and who have distorted the world as it is.

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"Nope! No! I don't want to die! I'm innocent! You can't do this! Can't kill me! I am innocent and innocent! I'm vegan! I have never killed a chicken in Dalian since I was a child! You can't kill me! You will be punished! There will be retribution! ”

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Retribution? If that kind of thing really exists, then why are they still there?

Why are people who have killed so many of their compatriots still in this country? And the fate of the innocent Ishbals who were exterminated? …………

"You don't have to worry about this, after killing the person who should be killed, I will go back to hell to pay off the debt."

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I no longer prayed, no longer pity, no longer longed for a ray of sunshine in my heart.

The gods have long since abandoned us.

My soul was already in the ruins and lost with my brother's life.

For the Amestorians, for the national alchemists.

I will not be merciful.

Because I know that the only value left of my life is to avenge my family.

When I'm done, I'll keep killing.

I won't frown until I fall on the lonely cliff.

Because there is no light in my life, no matter what I do.

There will be no salvation in my life, in my soul.

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"I'll give you a minute to pray. Hurry up and get started. ”

"Nope! No! I still have a future! There's still time! There's so much more I want to do! There are many, many places I haven't been to yet! There are also families to take care of! I don't want !! ”

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The noise lasted for a full minute, and then all died down in an instant.

In the corner of a quiet alley.

The body of a barefoot thirty-year-old woman was added.

In addition to the blood stains on her cheeks, there were two tear stains.

Icy midnight hours in early spring.

The alchemist of the state at the age of thirty - the alchemist of the crystal, Randy Waterrant.

Died tragically in an unknown alley in the capital.

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"Eleventh."

After walking out of the alley, he killed two more groups of police officers who arrived from him.

Once again, the scar man escaped from the police with his amazing reach.

"In this huge metropolis, there are still many evils waiting to be punished."

Stand on the top of a tall building and look out at the metropolis that lights up at night.

"A lot."

The flame of revenge has finally begun to burn after five years.

What burned was a monstrous fire of anger called hatred.

"Junta...... National Alchemist ...... Amestorians...... Wait. ”

Reach out and reach out to the central capital city where the sirens are blaring.

"The sanctions will continue! Go on! ”

The chain of revenge and hatred will continue.

In this place for the central metropolis.

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