The most shameless alchemist in history

"What on earth did you do, kid? What's wrong with my free-flowing throwing knives? Why are they out of my control?" White was shocked. He had never encountered such a situation before. You see, in their group, his strength was second only to Sean, the group leader. He was always arrogant and didn't respect anyone except Sean, but now he had met a tough opponent.

"Maybe you'll be able to control it after a few more tries?" Dure suggested.

"It must have been you who did this, right? Although I don't know what method you used... but you're only a two-star Steel Rank, and without any magic power, I can still take you down!" White gritted his teeth.

He didn't want to suffer a setback in such a place, so he took out three throwing knives from his pocket.

This time, instead of throwing it, he charged towards the boy, intending to kill him at close range!

"Is it resolved?"

White quickly sprinted to the boy's rear.

As he brushed past the boy, he distinctly heard the sound of a blade slicing through a throat.

He had done similar things countless times before, and was already quite adept at it.

He was very confident about this strike.

"Two-star steel rank is just my lower limit; I'm not saying I've always been at this level."

The boy, whose throat should have been slit, remained standing still, speaking in a very calm tone.

"What's going on? They didn't kill it? Wait, what's this... hiss hiss hiss..."

White was initially puzzled because he clearly heard that familiar voice.

But he soon realized that something was wrong.

Because he felt a slight chill on his neck.

A sense of foreboding washed over him, and soon blood splattered everywhere.

At this point, he could no longer make a sound, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.

The moment he closed his eyes, he realized that the sound he was hearing was coming from his own throat.

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681 Black Chain

In the hazy fog, blood splattered, leaving a crimson hue that added a touch of grotesqueness to the night.

The boy threw the blood-stained throwing knife to the ground, and soon a blurry shadow began to devour something on the ground.

His killing of White caused quite a commotion, and soon several shadows flew towards him. These shadows were hostile, all wearing crimson uniforms. Dure could tell that each of them was a Steel-rank magic user, and they each carried their own magic weapons. There were eight of them, and they surrounded him.

"Boy, you killed White?" A young woman looked at the boy in front of her. They had originally spread out to rush towards the train and kill all the passengers, but suddenly they noticed the commotion coming from White's side, which made them feel that something was wrong. So they immediately gathered together, but they were too late. White had already fallen to the ground and turned into a cold corpse.

"To be precise, he killed himself, dying from the throwing knives he was so proud of, which he could throw with ease." The boy answered calmly, without any tension or fear because he had just killed someone. To him, killing was simple, a matter similar to eating and sleeping. With just a wave of his hand, he could take away a fragile life. Perhaps only at this moment could he realize how fragile life is.

"I'm going to kill you to avenge White!" The woman seemed to be very close to White, and seeing White lying on the ground, dead beyond any doubt, enraged her. She immediately charged at the boy.

"Mary, don't be impulsive, this kid is strange, look at the ground!" Someone stopped her. It was a middle-aged man who pointed to the ground not far from the boy's feet, his voice somewhat panicked.

"That's... a shadow? The throwing knives on the ground... are they White's magical weapons, throwing knives that can come and go at will? What's going on? Is that shadow devouring White's throwing knives?" Someone exclaimed in surprise. Even though they were all worldly people, this scene was simply too unbelievable for them.

"You're not from the Southern Front, are you?" Dure asked softly, glancing around at his surroundings.

"How did you know..." Someone next to him looked at the boy in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"Boy, what nonsense are you spouting? We are from the Southern Front. In order to fight for the interests of our Southern Kingdom, we are going to blow up the Winter Bridge that connects the Southern Kingdom and the Northern Kingdom. You traitors who collude with the Northern Kingdom deserve to die!" The middle-aged man who had just stopped his companion shouted.

"I don't care whether you're from the Southern Front or the Snow Shadow Guard. I just want to know one thing: you want to kill everyone on the train, right?" Du Lei asked the group calmly.

"This is your punishment for colluding with the Northern Kingdom; you deserve it!" someone shouted.

“Since that’s the case, then there’s nothing I can do. I’m not one to meddle in other people’s business, but if I don’t do something, won’t I just be killed here? Right now, I don’t want to die, so I have no choice but to stand on the opposite side of you,” Du Lei said with some regret.

"Enough talk, let's attack together and kill him to avenge White!" The woman named Mary could no longer contain her anger. She brandished her long sword and charged towards the boy.

But after she had charged forward a short distance, she suddenly found herself unable to move an inch. Her feet were firmly bound by something. Confused, she looked down and saw a dark shadow binding her feet.

This startled her, and she instinctively swung her sword to cut the shadow in two. However, after several swings, she found that she couldn't cut the shadow at all. Not only that, but the long sword in her hand was also bound by the shadow. This feeling of having no room to struggle or resist made her very panicked.

"Mary, are you alright?" Her companion noticed her unusual condition and immediately asked.

"Don't come any closer!" Mary shouted a warning to her companions, not wanting them to rush over and get into danger.

"It's too late. Let me tell you, under my Void Chains technique, there are almost no opponents below the King rank. So, a mere Steel Rank magic user..." At this moment, Dure was very close to Mary, and he whispered a sentence that only they could hear.

"What? How could this be? No!" Mary exclaimed in shock. She realized that the man in front of her was about to harm her companion, and she turned her head to try to warn her.

But at that moment, a series of screams rang out. She turned around in a daze and saw seven black chains piercing through her companions' bodies, with blood splattering everywhere. It was especially shocking in the blood-red mist. The unassuming young man in front of her had taken seven lives in an instant!

These black chains, formed by shadows, did not stop after killing her companions; they continued to writhe in place, appearing especially grotesque and terrifying in the dark fog.

"What...are you doing?" Mary was gripped by an unprecedented fear. She stared blankly at the scene. In all her years of missions, she had never seen anything so terrifying!

"You ask what I'm doing? Isn't it obvious? After they died, the magic-powered weapons were left idle. I'm just absorbing the magic-powered weapons to obtain their power," the boy answered calmly, without the slightest bit of tension from killing so many people.

“You not only killed them, but you also devoured their power. Are you a demon?” Mary trembled all over.

“I already asked you. If you were willing to back down, I wouldn’t attack you. But you insisted on killing everyone. Don’t you find that strange? When you killed hundreds of people, didn’t you feel even a little bit of guilt? I’ve only killed a few people, and you’re already making this face. Do you think killing is a matter of course, while being killed is something you shouldn’t do?” Du Lei asked her softly.

“White…and everyone…how could this be…Pfft!” Mary was deeply shocked. Her expression was somewhat bewildered, but at that moment she felt as if a long knife had pierced through her chest.

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682 Relying on it again

The long knife was thrust at her from behind, meaning it wasn't Du Lei who made the move. In fact, Du Lei, who was standing opposite her, saw it clearly: a long-haired man with flowing hair walked over with a knife.

The man appeared to be in his early twenties. He was tall and slender, and the long knife in his hand was thin. As he pulled the knife out, a drop of blood seeped from the tip onto the ground. He pushed Mary forward, and she fell to the ground. With difficulty, she turned her head to look at the man behind her.

“Sean… Team Leader?” she called out the man’s name, and he expressionlessly raised his long knife again and stabbed at her.

“Weak people don’t deserve to live, Mary. From your first day in the Snow Shadow Guard, you should have been prepared to die a heroic death,” the man named Sean said expressionlessly.

He pulled the long knife out of his hand again, this time blood splattered everywhere, and Mary did not speak again, clearly dead.

"She must have been your subordinate, right? To eliminate your own subordinate so easily, you're truly a cruel person," Du Lei said coldly.

“You have no right to say that. You clearly had a chance to save her just now, but you didn’t. So we’re just evenly matched.” Sean replied with a smile, a cruel smile in his eyes. A cold wind blew, ruffling his hair and making the long sword in his hand hum crisply.

“She’s trying to kill me, why should I save someone who’s trying to kill me?” Dure retorted, disagreeing with the other person’s view.

"What you said seems to make some sense, but there's one thing you didn't get right."

"What did you not say correctly?" Du Lei frowned as he looked at the other party. He couldn't figure out the other party's background for a moment, but he could foresee that this was a very troublesome enemy.

“Whether you save her or not, you are going to die, die by my blade.” Sean raised the blade in his hand, pointing it at the boy in front of him. The blade trembled and hummed uncomfortably.

"This is a very nice knife. Can you tell me where it came from?" Dure became interested in Sean's knife and asked curiously.

"Its name is Wolf Fang, and it was forged from the sharp teeth of the Frost Poison Wolf, a Flame-Rank magical beast," Sean explained patiently.

"It seems quite excited," Dure said softly, but his gaze wasn't on Wolf Fang, but rather on the other two knives at Sean's waist.

“It will definitely be very excited before it drinks its fill of blood, and its excitement will not stop until you fall to the ground and your blood dries up,” Sean said sinisterly.

"What about the other two knives? Could you tell me about their origins as well?" Du Lei asked curiously, examining the other two knives.

“I don’t think you need to know their origins,” Sean said, shaking his head in denial.

"Why?" Du Lei was curious about his answer.

"Because...you're not worthy!" Sean sneered and suddenly attacked, thrusting his long sword at Du Lei. A howling wind, carrying the chill of the night, seemed to freeze the air under the influence of the sword's energy!

After Sheriff Bud returned to the train, he told the train conductor, Hank, about his encounter with Durrell.

"What did you say? Brother Du Lei is actually on our train? What a coincidence!" Hank was stunned. He was directing the train crew on how to defend against the rebels' attack when he received this news.

“Yes, I didn’t expect to run into him either, what a coincidence,” Sheriff Bud nodded and said.

"Where is Brother Du Lei? I haven't seen him."

“He said he would deal with the rebels and that we could stay on the train,” Sheriff Bud replied truthfully.

"Brother Du Lei, he can't be joking, can he? Those rebels are very powerful, and the situation is not like when we encountered the Snow Wolves before. If he goes there rashly like this, I'm afraid..." Train conductor Hank didn't finish his sentence because he knew it was probably not a good thing.

“I’m a little worried too, but… he seems a little different from how he was four months ago,” Sheriff Bud said hesitantly.

“Even if something is different, it’s only been four months. How much could have changed?” Train conductor Hank shook his head. He didn’t have much confidence in Dure.

Although that guy was somewhat clever and had some guts, he was still just an ordinary person at heart. But who were the rebels who attacked them? They were magic users, and at least Steel Rank or higher. The difference was just too great!

“I’m not too sure about that either, but… we’ve come to this point, why don’t we just trust him this once?” Sheriff Bud said softly.

“You’re right. What other choice do we have but to trust him?” Hank smiled bitterly. After four months, did they really have to rely on the same boy?

Hank and Sheriff Bud were unsure whether Durley could really resolve the problem.

However, the bullets fired at the carriage were indeed much smaller.

All they could do was wait for time to pass little by little.

But Dure, the person directly involved, is currently engaged in a fierce battle with Sean.

In the misty fog, Sean charged toward him, long sword in hand.

He was very fast, and almost instantly sprinted to the other side of Dure.

If Dure hadn't dodged quickly, that knife would have been enough to slit his throat.

Compared to his earlier fight with White, Sean was faster and his attacks were more ferocious!

"Kid, you dodged pretty fast, but a one-sided defense like this will only lead you step by step into the abyss of death. There is absolutely no chance of winning!" Sean was very confident in his swordsmanship.

He swung his sword fiercely at Du Lei, who nimbly dodged it.

The long sword swept across and slashed at the railing beside the bridge, cutting it in half, and a strong wind howled through the air.

"Whether there is any possibility of winning or not, we will only know after trying. That's how the guy named White died mysteriously."

Dure has been on the defensive, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to give up.

He was constantly looking for Shinshin's weaknesses, striving to kill him with a single blow.

"White? You wouldn't be so foolish as to compare me to him, would you? He's just a mere Steel-rank Magician, while I'm a Flame-rank Magician. I'm more than one level above him!" Sean's sword strikes were fierce and sharp.

He spotted an opening when Du Lei fell, quickly closed in, and slashed horizontally with his sword.

He was confident that he would not fail this time and would definitely strike Dure in the abdomen!