Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Isaac nodded and put a finger to his lips to signal them to be quiet.

"What's wrong?" Everyone looked at Isaac in confusion.

"Keep your voice down."

As he spoke, Isaac walked to the kitchen, took out a cleaver, and went to the door.

The several streams of energy that had been there earlier began to move away from their original positions and started to gather towards the doorway.

“Erica, go and close the curtains at the window,” Isaac said. “Don’t walk straight through; go around the wall.”

"it is good."

Erica nodded and, as Isaac had instructed, went around the window and closed it.

"What exactly happened?" Isaac's father asked, frowning.

Everyone was puzzled by Isaac's unusual behavior.

Isaac ignored them; he heard someone outside the door sticking something on the wall.

Drop drop drop  …

It's a bomb!

"Lie down!" Isaac roared.

boom!!!

With a loud bang, the door to Testarossa's house was blown open.

A soldier wearing a black mask walked in from outside, carrying an assault rifle.

Everyone in the room was startled by what they saw, but Isaac's father and Carl quickly recovered and immediately shouted, "Get out of the kitchen!"

The soldier seemed to see the crowd, and was just about to pull the trigger...

Swish!

A flash of cold light, and his two arms, along with the synchronized gun, flew off. His arms were severed, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Before he could even scream, Isaac slit his throat and kicked his body away.

The body was kicked away with tremendous force, knocking down the soldiers who were trying to rush over.

Isaac's clean and efficient actions shocked everyone in the room. Before they could even react, they saw Isaac quickly take down an enemy.

He's only twelve years old!!

Before they could think any further, Isaac picked up the soldier's assault rifle and slid it down to his father.

"Dad, guard this window; they'll break through from here in a bit."

"and many more……"

After saying this, Isaac grabbed the kitchen knife and walked out the front door without waiting for his father's permission.

Gunshots and screams mingled together.

"..."

The father held the gun, overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

"Husband, Fei Fan..."

"Calm down, trust our son." The father was the first to calm down.

Having heard Freud's report, he had a general understanding of his son's abilities, and it was within his acceptable range for him to do some unconventional things.

He picked up his gun and pointed it at the tightly closed window; his mission now was to hold this place at all costs.

Although Isaac's mother was somewhat unable to accept what was happening, she forced herself to calm down and took the gun from Isaac's father.

"Let me do it."

"what?"

“We’ve been married for a long time, and your marksmanship is quite famous in Mithril.”

"..."

Erica then picked up another kitchen knife from the side of the kitchen and said to the two of them, "I'm going out to find Isaac. Protecting him is my mission."

“I’ll go with you.” The father followed as well.

……

When they reached the door, the scene before them once again jolted them.

Corpses and blood were everywhere.

At that moment, Isaac was holding a kitchen knife and slashed at the thug who was firing at him, instantly cutting the fully armed soldier in two.

"You monster...you freak!!"

"Fire!!"

The remaining soldiers seemed to have lost their minds and started firing wildly at Isaac.

But all the bullets missed, and Isaac charged forward, stabbing each of them in the neck.

In just a few minutes, the original team of thirty people was reduced to only three.

The three men were quite far from Isaac when they saw his father and Erica come out. They immediately ran over and tried to take them hostage.

'If we catch them, maybe the monster will stop,' they prayed silently.

Just as one of the soldiers was about to approach Erica, she suddenly twirled the knife in her hand and stabbed him in the heart.

"What!?"

The other two survivors were stunned by what they saw.

Suddenly, Isaac's father leaped forward and punched each of them in the head, one of them wearing a helmet.

The punch shattered their bulletproof helmets and knocked them unconscious.

The attackers vanished in an instant, not a single one still standing.

Chapter 507: Solo Investigation

Large numbers of corpses lay outside, the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Isaac walked slowly to Erica and her father, casually wiping the blood that had accidentally gotten on his face.

"The enemy appears to have been eliminated."

“Yes,” Isaac’s father nodded in response.

His gaze toward his son was somewhat complicated.

The child, who was originally kind and simple, and even tried to find a way to treat an injured kitten on the roadside, is now extremely skilled at killing people.

Moreover, judging from what just happened, Isaac's strength is not simply a difference in power, but also in skill and experience that meets the standards of a soldier who has survived on the battlefield for a long time.

I, as an adult, should be the one protecting my child from the wind and rain, but instead...

Isaac, oblivious to his father's expression, picked up the helmet of the unconscious soldier and dusted it off.

"You actually cracked this helmet with one punch, Dad, you're pretty strong too."

“Of course.” The father’s expression changed instantly, and his nose immediately perked up. “Your father was invincible back in Yelkastum.”

"I see."

Isaac had just witnessed his father's two punches, and the way he generated the force was very similar to the martial arts he had learned in the new nation. It seemed that his father was no ordinary person either.

"Who are these people? To strike on American soil, they must be no ordinary individuals," Isaac asked, looking at the man on the ground who had been knocked unconscious but wasn't quite dead yet.

“I don’t know. Their equipment has no markings, so we can’t tell which faction they belong to,” the father said in a deep voice. “These two bastards must be taken back for interrogation.”

"Bring back your mysterious organization?" Isaac asked.

"...Did you know all along?"

“We don’t know everything,” Isaac said, “but there’s no doubt that we seem to be being watched by a more mysterious organization.”

"Yes."

Isaac's father was also very troubled by this, as their peaceful life had finally been disrupted, and the other party's goal was likely to be Isaac and Testarossa, the three 'listeners'.

"Dad."

"Ok?"

"Let's discuss something."

……

Chika waited anxiously with everyone in the room.

Although less than fifteen minutes had passed since Isaac left, she still felt very uneasy.

She tried to run out several times, but Isaac's mother stopped her, shaking her head at Chika and telling her that it was very dangerous outside and not to worry.

But Chika also knew that she, as the aunt, was the one who was most worried. Her husband and son were fighting the enemy outside, and she could do nothing but comfort her.

However, before they could worry for long, the three people who had gone out returned.

"Isaac!"

When Chika saw the person approaching, she rushed out quickly and grabbed Isaac tightly.

"Chika, let me go first..."

"Thank goodness, you're alright." Qianxia's voice, trembling with tears, reached his ears.

Isaac paused for a moment, then smiled and hugged Chika's head.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Father and Mother walked together, and after a brief moment of excitement, Mother still asked:

"Husband, Fei Fan..."

Knowing what his wife was going to ask, the father said, "The specific reason is still unclear, but it's probably a transformation caused by the aftereffects of being a 'listener'."

"Huh? The 'listener' has this function?"