1909 in the continental calendar, the kingdom of Amestris, Ishbal. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Relying on the ragged walls that were rough and yellowed by the wind and sand of the desert and the baptism of war, Yi Daoren touched his chest, took out a crumpled cigarette case from his blue military uniform, took out the last cigarette that was connected by only a little cigarette paper and almost broke into two sections, and smiled bitterly.

"When will this kind of murderous day be a head!"

There is no one around Yi Daoren, so his feelings are not for others to hear.

Besides, if there were other people, Yi Dao people would not dare to be so emotional. If he accidentally found out to the prison army, even if he saved a beating, he would be scolded and bloody.

His emotion is just to be heard for himself.

The Yi Dao people are not from this country of Ametris, or it can be said that he is not from this world at all!

Yi Dao people are a twenty-something ordinary person in China on the earth, who runs a small supermarket, lives a peaceful and stable life, and may get married and raise children on a blind date in a few years, and live an ordinary and ordinary life like ordinary people.

But for some reason, maybe it was a joke of the gods, or maybe it was a prank of the devil, when Yi Daoren got up one morning, he suddenly found that he was not in his bed, but lying at an intersection.

This made Yi Daoren stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he thought that someone was playing pranks with him again.

But then he didn't think so.

The exotic street buildings and pedestrians with deep facial features and faces that are very different from those of the Chinese people all let the Yidao people know that things are not simple.

And even more simple, Yi Dao people found that they could actually understand the words of those foreign people!

Yi Daoren dared to swear to the heavens that those words were a language he had never heard, let alone studied. But when those words reached his ears, he naturally understood the meaning!

In confusion, when Yi Daoren was about to ask someone, he was suddenly hit by a person who broke out, and then when he vaguely heard an old man shouting stinky boy, the back of his head hit the stone slab on the ground and fainted.

When I woke up again, it was already in the house of an alchemist named Charlie.

That year was 1905 in the continental calendar.

"It's been almost four years, and I don't know if those bastards and parents still remember me ......" put the cigarette that was almost broken into two sections in the palm of his hand, and then closed his hands, Yi Daoren's eyes were confused: "However, even if you remember me, I won't be able to recognize it when I go back now...... After all, I've been in this slaughterhouse for almost a year. ”

Slaughterhouse, this name Yi Dao people are not wrong in the slightest, or very appropriate.

But this slaughterhouse slaughters not chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs, but people!

Last year, in 1908, when the civil war in Ishbal was becoming more and more intense, the Grand President of the Kingdom of Amestris, Kim Brown. Bradley signed Presidential Decree 3066 to throw the national alchemists into the battlefield of Ishbal. Then the Ishbals were faced with a one-sided massacre!

That's how the people of Yidao came to Ishbal.

Of course, he had only been in this world for three years at that time, and he would not have become a national alchemist anyway. There are only more than a thousand alchemists of that level in the entire Ametrius Country, and compared to the Ametrius Country, which has almost more than 50 million people, it can be said that they are the only elite talents in ten thousand!

Although Yi Dao people are quite shrewd, they are still a lot of distance from the kind of elite who are unique in ten thousand.

However, Yi Daoren is not a national alchemist, Charlie is!

Charlie, the alchemist of the ashes, is one of the most effective minions in the country of Amestris, and is an existence that makes the criminals of the country of Amestris.

After discovering that Yi Daoren, who had just come to this world, was knocked unconscious by his grandson, Charlie took Yi Daoren to his home and paid for treatment.

After that, the Yidao people, who knew from Charlie that this world was no longer the earth, lived in Charlie's house while homeless, until he came to the crazy human slaughterhouse of Ishbal in place of Charlie last year.

Of course, if it were a normal situation, Yi Daoren would never have had the opportunity to replace Charlie as a national alchemist anyway, but that call was different.

Charlie, who had been dealing with criminals in the country of Amestris, knew what the call order meant when he saw it...... Slaughter, naked slaughter!

Charlie, who was already old and wanted to live a stable life, finally left the pocket watch and the conscription order that represented his identity as an alchemist in his country at home and disappeared.

When the military personnel of the Amesteris Kingdom came to the door, only the Yi Dao people who had only learned some basic alchemy were in Charlie's house, so in order to escape their responsibility of not recruiting the national alchemists, the military personnel who had learned some of Charlie's ashes alchemy fur were twisted into the name of the national alchemist of the Yi Dao people who had learned some of Charlie's ashes alchemy, and sent them to Ishbal.

"Whew!" It was like the sound of the leakage of wires on the earth, and at the same time, there was a blue electric light flashing in the hands of Yi Dao people. When Yidao people opened their hands, only a little cigarette paper connected to the cigarette had returned to the new appearance when it left the factory!

"Understand, decompose, recompose. Alchemy is such a convenient ability, it's like becoming a universal factory in itself. ”

Alchemy is a technique that can change the composition and shape of matter and create another substance, and it is a magical technology that can transform knowledge into power.

The basic principle is equivalent exchange, the quality and elements of the raw materials and the refined substances must be the same, for example, metal can only be made into metal, water can only be refined into water-related things, and metal can never be refined into water or wood and the like.

The process of refining is divided into three steps: understanding, decomposition, and recomposition.

Studying and understanding the composition of things in advance, understanding and then decomposing, and finally reconstructing according to one's own understanding, this is the alchemy of this world!

But to complete these three steps, the alchemist needs to have his own alchemy array.

Alchemy is the foundation of becoming an alchemist, and the spirit of an alchemist analyzes things, understands things, and finally decomposes things and recomposes them by connecting the forces in nature through the alchemy.

But each alchemist's alchemy array design is different, except for the circle that represents the cycle of power.

All the refining arrays are based on the circle type. There must be a central point in the circle, and the upward force that gathers from the circumference to the central point is the circulation of power equal to the power of agreement. In addition, the circle also represents the time cycle required for the process or operation of the refining process, and the construction of the process and the composition of the material required for the refining process.

The constructive form is something that represents the composition and refining process of matter, and after combining the constructive form with the circle, the alchemy array is completed, and then the alchemist sends the idea into the alchemy array, and the alchemy can be activated.

However, due to the difference in personal cognition, the method of understanding and constructing the formation is different, even if the same thing is to be refined, the alchemy array drawn by each alchemist will be different, some of the alchemy arrays will be composed of pictures and words, and some will be composed of simple formations.

Of course, alchemists with good enough abilities can use relatively simple refining arrays to carry out complex alchemy, and legend has it that some people can perform non-array alchemy.

Stuffing the cigarette into his mouth, Yi Daoren took out a windproof lighter and lit it, took a deep breath, let the breath of tobacco rush into his lungs, and then spit it out.

In fact, Yidao people don't like the taste of tobacco very much, but compared to the smell of gunpowder smoke and the lingering smell of blood on their bodies, Yidao people feel that it is better to let the smell of tobacco permeate their whole body.

"Click, click......"

Suddenly, a small sound came from the corner of the wall not far away. It was the sound of a man walking on gravel.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, and after Yi Daoren shook his head slightly and sighed, he closed the cigarette he had just taken a puff in his palm and let the special military gloves painted with the refining array wrap it.

In the sound of small and messy footsteps, a man with brown skin and red eyes full of panic and resentment, a man wearing the national costume of the Ishubar people walked in cautiously from the corner of the wall with an old firearm, and after seeing the Yi Dao people in military uniforms, his face changed, and he directly raised his gun and aimed it at the Yi Dao people!

However, before he could pull the trigger, Yi Dao's figure dodged the muzzle of the gun in a flash, and a refining reaction that was not much different from the electric light suddenly flashed in his hand, and then a smoke with a dark red luster quickly spread to the man's side, enveloping him!

"Ah~" The man let out a piercing scream.

The dark red smoke had a scorching heat that distorted the air, so when enveloped in smoke, the man felt as if he had been thrown into a fire and roasted, and the smoke entered his throat and nose with his breath, irritating his delicate and fragile internal tissues!

"I hope your faith can be redeemed with you." After whispering a prayer, Yi Daoren neatly pulled out the pistol on his waist and pulled the trigger on the man who was screaming in pain and his voice was getting hoarse.

"Bang!"

Scarlet blood splattered with tofu-like brain tissue, and a man with a gun in his eyebrows fell to the ground on his back with endless reluctance and resentment in his eyes, no longer moving.

There was no fear when killing, no discomfort when killing, Yi Daoren just glanced at the cigarette butt on the ground regretfully.

The fear of killing people and the discomfort that would only make him distracted on the battlefield and become a number on the list of the dead have long been consumed by this slaughterhouse.

The most he can do is pray that the other person will be saved by the god that the other person believes in...... Of course, that's just when he kills the other party.

Although there is no fear and discomfort, as a human being, after killing the same kind with his own hands, after all, there is still a feeling of sadness for the rabbit and the fox. This feeling requires the comfort of praying for salvation. Otherwise, he fears that he will become a machine that only knows how to kill!

Although the Yi Dao people are now somewhat indifferent to killing, they have even killed hundreds of Ishbals with their own hands. But there is no such thing as killing...... He didn't realize that he was a madman who liked to kill!

"Click...... Click......"

The sound of small footsteps on the gravel was brought by the wind and sand that Ishbal barely stopped, and the Yi Dao man, who was about to put away his pistol, frowned.

After listening for a while, he made a tactical gesture against the wall, but his heart sank.

"Damn, how could there be so many people all of a sudden? I already checked it when I came here to rest, and there shouldn't be anyone around! ”

Yi Daoren is not a powerful national alchemist, he is just a third-rate alchemist who knows some alchemy of ashes, even if it is strengthened a lot through the stimulation of the battlefield, at best it is second-rate, in the face of multiple enemies, he is more likely to fall into the despair of being killed and dying in addition to hard fighting!

To make matters worse, he had been hunting for a day, and the cigarette that had just assisted him in killing the Ishbals was the last material he used to perform the alchemy of the ashes, and the gun in his hand only had three bullets!

"If that bastard boy from Roy Mastan is willing to teach me the alchemy of flames, it also belongs to the alchemy of controlling flames, even if the construction is different, it can make me much better and stronger than now!" After whispering and complaining, Yi Daoren closed his mouth again at the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Complaining can make him relax a little, but if he exposes himself, it will be more than worth the loss.

But seriously, Yi Daoren did really want to get the alchemy of fire, but he also knew that it was almost impossible.

The alchemist has a very deep plot of the genre, just like the ancient Chinese sects in his original world, the secrets between the schools will definitely not be publicized to outsiders. Roy Mastan's alchemy of fire is the alchemy of a certain genre.

And Roy Mastan, whom Yi Daoren met after entering this slaughterhouse, is a powerful national alchemist with the title of Flame Alchemist, and is also a soldier of the Amestrisian Country, with the rank of junior admiral.

Suddenly, the sound of shredded footsteps disappeared.

His brows furrowed even tighter, Yi Daoren held the gun in his hand tightly, and sweat slowly oozed from his forehead.

"Huh!"

A blue shadow flashed with a shiny object and landed on the ground, and then a surprised voice sounded: "Yi? ”

The familiar voice relieved Yi Daoren, who almost pulled the trigger, and then sat down weakly against the wall.

"Xiuzi, it's you!"

"I noticed an Ishubar coming in and heard gunshots again, so I followed him. I didn't expect you to be here. A man with glasses and a rare face that was indifferent and gloomy without the people in the slaughterhouse walked out of the corner, picked up the coat and mirror used to spy on the ground, walked slowly towards Yi Daoren, glanced at the cigarette case without cigarettes on the ground, and sat down against the wall as usual.

The man's name is Mas Schutz, an elite soldier who graduated from the non-commissioned officer military academy.

Pulling the corners of his mouth weakly, Yi Daoren smiled: "Then I'm really lucky, if there is another Ishbal, I will almost have to explain here." ”

Maas Xiuz was silent for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "This is war. ”

"War?" After pulling the corners of his mouth with a disdainful tone, Yi Daoren didn't say anything anymore, just looked up at the blue dazzling sky and the white dazzling floating clouds.

War, that's a term that is used by both sides that have almost the ability to attack and defend! And here, it's just a slaughterhouse for the slaughter of the people named Ishbal!

However, Yi Daoren also knew that he had no position to say anything, after all, he was also one of the slaughterers, so he just looked at the clear sky and clean white clouds no matter what happened.

The people of Yi Dao did not speak, and Mas Xiuz had nothing to say, especially when he looked at the people of Ishbal who fell to the ground not far away, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Not long after the two of them rested against the wall wordlessly, there was another sound of broken footsteps, calling Yi Daoren, who was looking at the sky in confusion, to immediately sit up straight, clenching the gun in his hand.

But as soon as he held the gun, when Yi Daoren held the gun, he immediately remembered that his gun only had three bullets, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart that he had relaxed too much for a while just now, and forgot to ask Mas Xiuz if he had any extra bullets, and he actually remembered it after hearing the footsteps now.

"Shuz, do you have any extra bullets? I only have three. ”

"Only three bullets?" Glancing at the crumpled cigarette case on one side again, Mas Xiuz silently took off two of the magazines on his tactical belt and gave them to Yi Daoren: "Let's give you two first." But you don't have to worry, it should be Roy and the others who came, and I agreed with him to meet at this place. ”

"Major Mastan them?" Yi Daoren, who took the magazine and was about to replace it, was stunned for a moment, then continued to fade out of the magazine with only three bullets, and replaced the magazine given to him by Mas Xiuz. The guns they use are all standard guns of the country of Amestris, and they do not worry about the type of bullets.

Just after Yi Daoren changed the pistol magazine, two people, a man and a woman, wearing the national military uniform of Amestris, walked out of the corner.

"Roy, Second Lieutenant Hawke!" After seeing the two of them, Mas Xiuz stood up and stepped forward to say hello.

"Hello, Major Mastam, Second Lieutenant Hawke." After seeing that it was indeed his own person, Yi Daoren also greeted him with Mas Xiuz.

The person who came was Roy Mastan, whom he also knew, and Roy Mastan's partner Lisa Hawke.