[[[CP|W:841|H:533|A:L]]] Scar Man will never forget jì's nightmare......

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"Help! Help me! ”

In the dark alley, a thirty-year-old female scholar was panting and shouting for help.

At this time, her appearance was extremely wolf.

One of them had a shoulder injury, and the heels under his feet had fallen off.

Just now, when she was using alchemy to escape, she was injured in the arm and twisted to her ankle.

But she still did not give up her desire to survive.

He was limping towards the end of the alley, in the direction of the main road.

At the knee level, a silver pocket watch with a six-pointed star dangling back and forth from his pocket proved the identity of this intellectual woman - the national alchemist.

"Help...... Help ......"

After escaping for half an hour, Waterland's legs, which had injuries on his feet and shoulders, were already in pain.

But in order to escape from the tiger's mouth, in order to call for help.

He risked his life and fled as fast as he could, for half an hour, and was finally safe.

Randy Waterland was not stupid and knew that the most important thing to do at this time was to seek asylum from the government.

So from the very beginning, she planned to take a small path to the nearest police station to ask for help.

"It's almost there, out of this alley...... It's the police station...... It's safe......"

Same as what happened to the recent national alchemists who were killed.

On her way home at night, she was attacked by a man with a scar on her head.

"After this alley, there will be no problem......

It's almost there, it's almost there, and it's safe to cross this alley mouth.

"Boom!"

Just twenty meters away from the mouth of the alley, opposite the mouth of the alley, the police station is already faintly visible.

However, the wall in front of the road suddenly collapsed.

An old brown coat, a sturdy bronzed figure, black sunglasses, and a hideous cross-shaped scar came out of the hole and stood in front of Randy, cutting her off from the alley.

It's less than 30 meters away from the hope of survival.

The hideous killer stood in the way of Waterland, who was already out of the void and had no hope of escaping.

"The Alchemist of Crystals - Randy Waterland."

Not caring about the other party's reaction at all, the Ishbal man with a hideous scar on his face steadily approached Randy, who had collapsed to the ground.

Reach for that powerful, tattooed right hand on Randy's head......

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"Run, Taz! Fast! ”

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It's this dream again, this dream......

The fury of the red lotus, the crumbling and bursting of the earth and the city.

Bloodied compatriots, shattered wreckage.

In a city that was once familiar but has long since been unrecognizable.

The figure of my brother stood in front of me at the last moment of the explosion, it was so majestic...... towering

"To live...... you have to live...... Must live. ”

Broken eyes, constantly flowing, are blood and life.

Like quicksand in a broken hourglass, it leaks out of the bottle and is gone.

The brother, who was once cowardly and timid, blocked the powerful explosion at the last moment.

"I've got it all for you, my brother...... The results of my research ...... And my arm......"

My brother protected me...... Saved me...... Saved me from that hideous Amestorian......

"Live...... Please...... You're my only brother......"

And the elder brother ...... but fell.

Along with hundreds of thousands of compatriots, he fell into Ishbal, a desert of ruins.

I'm the only one left.

Dragging his heavy body, he looked around, and his eyes were full of broken rocks and remnants.

The wound on his forehead is still very painful, but what is it compared to the wound in his heart?

Climb to the top of the hill and escape the encirclement and pursuit. Come to the farthest hill.

Look down the hill.

The holy city in the desert where I grew up. The place where the god Ishbal came to earth.

Smoke, fire, craters, rubble, ruins......

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!h

How many times, how many times, I woke up from this nightmare, how many times, I thought back to that place, my former hometown.

But I have long forgotten the feeling of joy and happiness.

All that is recalled is the family who died tragically, and the hideous murderer

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"Please! Leave me alone! I'll give you as much money as you want! ”

In despair, Waterland sat on the ground out of fear and fear.

There are no lights in the alleys at night.

The status symbolic scar on the head of the burly and tall murderer was so obvious.

Trembling, he moved back a little. It seems to be resisting the almost inevitable fate.

"The national alchemist who violates the rules of the gods and distorts the original appearance of the human world has no value and power to live in the world."

As he spoke, the scar man took off the sunglasses he was wearing.

Now the light in the alley is so dark that he can't see it with sunglasses.

"What sound?! Feed! What are you doing here?! ”

Four police officers were attracted by the sound of the wall collapsing.

They ran into the alley with flashlights, and the flashlight shone on the scarred man's face.

Crimson pupils appeared in front of everyone.

"Ishbals?! Scar Male ?!! ”

The policemen who came out to patrol the streets never dreamed that they would encounter that serial murderer here.

In a hurry, he pulled out the pistol at his waist, but in the moment of their hesitation and fear, the scarred man had already rushed in front of them, and with both hands and left and right bows, he killed the four guards in the blink of an eye.

And the ...... he uses Formal alchemy and decomposition in alchemy.

"I'll give you a little time to pray to the gods."

After killing the three policemen, the last policeman was lifted with one hand, and the brutal force made the policeman who had lost his weapon completely helpless him.

"Please let me go, I still have ...... at home"

"It's time" "Pssss

But he didn't listen to the police's pleas for mercy.

The scar man started the destruction of the human body.

The policeman died in a blast, and his death was tragic.

"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.

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