At this moment, facing the overwhelming attack again, the flask villain no longer sacrificed the protective wall that he was proud of, but his unprotected body faced so many attacks, and it instantly became full of holes.

Everyone looked at the rag-like body lying on the ground, and their faces were a little ugly, because he was still repairing himself.

The belly of the tattered body swelled and grew in vain, and a huge force erupted again, and while everyone struggled to resist, the flask villain rushed into Glied's face, inserted one hand into Glied's abdomen, and shouted "Stone, stone, I want stone." ”

The arm inserted into Gride's body turned into a carbon black color over time, and this is when Gled suddenly shouted, "Come here, Lan Fang!" ”

As if he had a heart, without Glide saying much, Lan Fang's arm was raised, and the knife light flashed on the mechanical arm, cutting off the carbonized right arm of the flask villain.

"Damn, Gride!" At this time, the condition of the flask villain who devoured Glid was not alleviated, but because of Glied's non-cooperation, the situation became worse and worse, and the carbonization phenomenon began to spread all over the body.

"Glied, why do you disobey your father?" The flask villain asked frantically, this is the last straw that was choked off by the Jiesdili.

"It's a belated period of rebellion, Daddy. Use the carbonization power you gave me to transform into the most fragile charcoal ash! ”

"Be smart, fuck off, fool." As the carbonization became more and more severe, the flask villain reached into his mouth and grabbed out the soul of Glitter in his body, and his teeth closed to break the connection between the two.

Glied, who lost his support and turned into rootless duckweed, slowly dissipated into the air.

Seeing the demise of Glied, Edward, who was furious, raised his fist, and the body of the carbonized flask villain was as fragile as porcelain, and it was pierced under Edward's left fist, and a large number of souls poured out like the Yellow River bursting its banks.

Seeing that the philosopher's stone in his body scattered like a fountain, losing the support of the philosopher's stone, the flask villain turned into the former bottle state again, and then was pulled by the "god" in the body to the other end of the door of truth, and no longer existed in the world.

The decisive battle is over, and the next thing is to sweep the tail work, they are all comrades-in-arms, and after saying goodbye to everyone, Chen Mo left alone.

The battle ended on the way out, Chen Mo kept thinking about the last battle, not that he could sum up how much experience he had with the enemy and improve it next time, but that the feeling of this battle was very weird, yes, it was weird.

At the last moment, after the flask villain burst out again and forced everyone away, he did not choose to escape, but took the opportunity to devour Glied, which seemed to be not a big problem.

But if you think about it carefully, Chen Mo had already broken out once before he participated in melee combat, and after confirming that the crisis was not big, Chen Mo dared to copy the guy, but then the flask villain still had the ability to explode, and the power surpassed the former.

This energy can be used to escape, absorb enough Philosopher's Stone in Central City, and then clean up the crowd, rather than staying and continuing the fight. But the flask man never thought about it, as if his thought circuit was restricted.

As a result, none of the androids died, and Hohenheim also died, like an invisible hand operating in the shadows, completely erasing the traces of the androids' existence.

Considering that there is a door of truth in this world, even the god in the mouth of the flask is also the will of the world, then everything is explained.

This experience reminded Chen Mo that if you don't have the strength, don't go against the general trend, it's always right to keep a low profile, especially in the world with the will of the world, such as Fitt stays tonight (Night of Destiny), THEKINGOFFIGHTERS (The King of Fighters), Final Fantasy.

After Chen Mo casually found a restaurant on the edge of Central City to have a big meal, he casually found a secluded place to teleport back to the native world, and Fang Tian's painting halberd was also restored to its original state and thrown into the Star Ring. He also changed back into his original clothes, and returned to the original world with a live chicken in his hand.

The location before crossing was an abandoned building in a nearby town, and after coming back, Chen Mo listened carefully for a while, it seemed that there was still only himself upstairs, so he casually discarded the chicken feathers and minced meat that was still in the palm of his hand, took out a bottle of water to rinse it, and then went downstairs and left here with peace of mind.

There is no hope of crossing and carrying living creatures, it seems that you still have to do it alone, and there is no hope of bringing living people to this world.

Although the sun is in the sky now, the temperature outside is still very low, and Chen Mo, who was wearing a single coat, put a coat on his body after leaving the building in order not to appear to stand out from the crowd.

It's only morning when I see the sun slanting slightly eastward, well, it's just right to go back to the base now.

Chen Mo, who has no extraneous branches, has returned to a slightly unfamiliar home, and the adaptability of jet lag needs to be adjusted!

After taking out the key to open the door, I found that the dormitory was empty, and I turned on the computer to check, only to know that the time was March 24, and I learned that I had been in another world for more than half a year, and this world had only been a month.

It seems that the time ratio of the Fullmetal Alchemist World is about the same as that of the Thunderbolt World, and now the time is eleven o'clock, there is no one at home for a month, and there is a thin layer of dust, and there is no trace, of course - the bachelor's bachelor's dormitory, and there is no snail girl, what can there be hoped for.

However, Chen Mo didn't plan to clean it up immediately, he took a glass at random, ready to try the newly learned alchemy, drew the alchemy array on the paper, placed the glass in the array, stretched out his hand to hold down the paper, and Chen Mo silently recited it in his heart.

Sure enough, as expected, nothing has changed, it seems that the necessary conditions are lacking, the steel world is powered by the leylines, and the main world has no choice but to find a replacement.

Chen Mo tried to input his true qi into the paper, and the true qi did not encounter resistance like entering Fang Tian's halberd, but was absorbed silently like a bottomless pit, and at this time, he and the alchemy array seemed to have a vague connection.

After realizing that it was useful, Chen Mo increased the input of true qi, continuously providing it, and after consuming nearly half of the true qi, he finally decomposed the glass, but he didn't even reconstruct it after decomposing, and he felt that he was tired and tired. It seems that in the absence of energy, this is a completely thankless task.

The knowledge learned in the other world is still useful, but there will be restrictions of one kind or another.

The biggest gain this time is that the national art has broken through to the peak and peak of the middle stage of Ming Jin, and it is completely unclear what level the internal strength is at, anyway, you can continue to accumulate, take your time.

At the same time, I learned alchemy knowledge that seemed to be a bit of a chicken rib, and finally slaughtered the gods, and my self-confidence was completely erected, and no matter how I looked at it, I gained a lot.

This experience taught Chen to treat every enemy honestly, and people always need to hide a few hole cards.

Seeing that in the end, the people on both sides flipped over the hole cards one after another, and Chen Mo realized that he was nothing but the advantage of the traverser's foresight.

Wouldn't it be a tragedy if the next time you traveled to a world you didn't understand, and you didn't even have the advantage of foresight?

We don't have to take one step and count three steps, and we don't need to look forward and stop moving forward, since we have learned martial arts, why do people with strong blood lack sharpness?

Is it helplessness in real life, or is it education like shackles? Chen Mo didn't know, but he felt that he was slowly regaining the throbbing that should have belonged to the martial artist.