Chapter 8: The Power of Alchemy
Song Jing, Monte, and Youshanjian had already put on their weapons and equipment, and followed their troops to the tug-of-war zone.
However, Song Jing remembered that they had been assigned to Armstrong Shaozo's troops, and he was still very impressed by this big man who was recalled because he couldn't bear to slaughter.
Song Jing gradually had a strange idea in his heart, and grinned, "It seems that we have to follow our head well." ”
Standing on the roof of the town hall, Kimblly and Ghuran watched as the Ishbal rebels organized a thicker line than before as they detected the movement of Amistola's army.
The two glanced at each other, and Gu Lan said solemnly.
"Let's get started!"
A burst of red light flashed in Gulan's curly right hand, and his whole body was suddenly covered with steel, leaving only a hollow face, and the steel continued to squirm and thicken, and gradually more than a dozen hollow barrels stretched out from the steel wall towards the enemy position, so the steel fortress continued to expand.
Kimberley looked at the expanding steel fortress that was becoming more and more visible, smiled and jumped over the roof of the next room, muttering.
"It seems that Dazuo is very elegant."
Woo woo woo boom!
Seeing the conspicuous fortress, the Ishbal rebels took the lead in bombing and adjusted their anti-aircraft guns to shoot in this direction, but the steel fortress was only shot out of a few craters on the periphery.
"Haha, useless"
Kimbley dodged the splattered shrapnel and moved to the roof farther ahead, mocking the futility of the Ishbal Resistance.
I saw that the scars of the steel fortress lit up with a red flash, and the crater instantly returned to its original state, and at the same time, the dozen or so barrels actually fired one after another, and the interval between shots was very short, bang! Bang! Bang...
Kimberley could see with the naked eye the position where the enemy had opened fire just now, and was instantly baptized by the shells, and from the light of the explosion of the enemy's stacked shells, he could faintly see the flying dirt, twisted steel, and flying stumps.
"Hahaha, it's better to let it explode and purify the filth of this world"
Kimbury laughed louder, he wanted nothing more than an even bigger explosion in his mind, and with a wave of his right hand, an ominous red light lit up from the Philosopher's Stone pinned from the necklace on his chest.
Boom, boom, there were more than a dozen explosions in the buildings and bunkers of the Ishbar rebel Chen Bing suddenly and for no reason.
In the flash of the explosion ahead, Kimburi stretched his hands on the roof, his body forming a cross, and the red light of the philosopher's stone on the necklace flashed again, "Explosion, explosion, explosion——! ”
From the first explosion, Song Jing and the others knew that the war had begun, but the army still did not move, and Song Jing knew that it was still the stage for the national alchemists to play.
"Jing-kun, Monte-kun, is this a massacre?"
Yuyama Jian looked at the sky that kept flashing with the light of the explosion, and asked Song Jing and Monte Carter in front of him.
This is due to the fact that after the first few cannon shots, not a single shell has been fired from the positions of the Ishbal rebels, and now it is the fire of the Amestories' army.
Song Jing and Monte were silent, if they wanted to talk about massacre, in fact, before this, the two tried to implicate innocent civilians in order to score points when they fought. If it weren't for the chaos before, maybe the reputation of the two for their cruelty would still be spread in the current barracks. After all, the three of them didn't really want to think about whether the enemy was human or what they had done.
In the end, it was Monte who spoke, after all, the previous Alexander made him think more.
"Key, we just did what we were supposed to do, don't think about anything else"
Roy Mastan had kept his eyes closed and unmoved, and his mind kept thinking of the sights he had made all the way in, of ruined houses, displaced civilians, and mutilated, undisposed corpses. These are the scars that war has inflicted on humanity, and if war does not end for a single day, these disasters will continue to increase.
Mastan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he raised his right hand, snapping his fingers with his right hand, which was wearing the characteristic gloves of the alchemy array and the ring of the Philosopher's Stone.
"Boom !!"
This is more powerful than any explosion before!
The section of the Ishbal rebels in front of them was completely torn apart, and the shock wave and high-temperature flames from the explosion instantly killed the enemies outside, and the enemies inside the building were even more spewed in by the high-temperature flames that spewed in and burned into black charcoal, and the enemies in the basement were suffocated to death by the vacuum and heat energy generated by the instant consumption of a large amount of oxygen.
Mastan didn't blink, because this was a sin of his own making, and he would take this scene to heart, maybe forever, and end it all with my alchemy.
"The second time!"
Without hesitation, he snapped his fingers a second time, a deafening sound.
"Boom !!"
Soaring dust, scorching heat, and pungent smoke swept in all directions along with the shock wave, and the soldiers behind Mastan began to find cover and use trench coats to block the effects of the explosion, which gave him the alchemy of flames and the power of hell.
Suddenly, the mountains shook, and the surrounding buildings shook a little, making Mastan a little unsteady, and the already broken walls around him fell gravel from time to time, and when he looked in the direction of the enemy, the land actually set off waves like the ocean, and it was like a dragon turning over.
Many of the rebels have long since lost the courage to fight, and some people continue to flee backwards, but the land is like a wave, chasing the enemy, burying the enemy army under the land, and even the small bungalows of Ishbal are constantly collapsing, forcing all the enemy troops to retreat.
Mastan looked at Armstrong and saw a naked, fist-staggered, half-kneeling alchemist.
Song Jing and the three of them hid behind the bunker that had fallen in the bungalow, hiding from the blast wave and heat wave, and constantly smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke in their noses, and if they were careful to distinguish it, there would be a faint smell of barbecue.
Song Jing looked up from time to time to observe the situation, and at the same time looked at Roy Mastan Shaozo who was performing alchemy, his eyes were hot, but his calm mind still stopped his thoughts.
After all, the Amestories army is still on standby, and now the sneak attack is too obvious, you must know that the task is to stay until the end of the annihilation war, and you can only sigh the power of alchemy.
"What a superman!"
However, it has been ten minutes since the firepower was pouring down, and it feels like this kind of firepower has already crushed the main force of the rebels, and now the ordinary soldiers should also act.
Thinking that such a record should be a surprise effect, the Ishbals have always adopted a state of rejection of alchemy, and forbid their people to learn alchemy, and now they would not have imagined that the power of alchemy would be so great.
"It's gone! It's all gone! ”
Archbishop Luo Wu's safe viewing area in the rear can be seen with the naked eye, and the ferocious firepower of Amistolith's side is nothing short of a one-sided massacre of Ishbal.
I thought that I had opened up enough distance, but I still didn't expect that alchemy would have such a long range and so much power.
"Please evacuate the archbishop, at least we have room to retreat."
The former young man named Muhammad reminded those around him, "Let me cut off the queen!" At least let the demons taste the pain"
"It's useless, it's useless to take 10,000 steps back!"
Luo Wu muttered, an ominous shadow looming over his old countenance.
"The whole army attacked !!"
The horn of the charge sounded on the front of Amestorius.