Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

The armor on the ground seemed to defy gravity and slowly began to rise.

"what's the situation?"

"The armor is floating up?"

Those around them involuntarily took a step back at the sight of this eerie scene.

Isaac looked at everything that was happening in front of him and roughly knew what had happened.

"They are being teleported back now."

"what?"

"Alex, I'm entrusting Amestris of this world to you. I need to go back first."

"Huh? Aren't you staying? You finally got back."

Upon hearing this, Isaac stopped and turned around, saying, "I am not the Isaac of this world. Although this is Amestris, it is not my homeland."

"What do you mean?"

"It's too complicated to explain, so let's leave it at that for now."

Watching the armor float up to the transmutation circle, Isaac activated the antigravity material of the right-hand mechanism, and after a faint glow emanated from his body, he also flew up.

Snapped!

He had only flown halfway when one of his feet was grabbed.

Turning around, I saw that it was young Alphonse who had followed us.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you were going to take me to see my brother?"

"I didn't say now!"

"Take me there!"

"……never mind."

Isaac sighed, consuming the Philosopher's Stone to create a red barrier that enveloped the two of them. The moment they approached the transmutation circle, they were both swallowed up.

-

"That person from earlier seemed to have gone in too."

Isn't this perfect?

Eikart said with a smile.

"Going to Shambhala without any protection is suicidal. It's a good opportunity to eliminate the only troublesome guy."

Is it really that easy?

Sizzle——————

The transmutation array, which had dimmed, suddenly glowed again, followed by a surge of immobile armor.

"This……"

"They're back from Shambhala?"

Eikart gestured to the soldiers behind him, and a group of them stepped forward to inspect the armor that had returned.

"President, the person is already dead."

"...So it really won't work?"

“The Shambhala project must be postponed,” Haushofer said. “With our current technology, we simply cannot safely reach Shambhala; we must wait until the device is built.”

"You mean rockets used to withstand pressure?"

"Yes, I found a pretty good team at the carnival a few days ago. They have the capability to build manned rockets."

"That's really quite..."

"No, you have no chance."

"What!?"

Suddenly, two dark figures emerged from the pile of armor, piercing through all the soldiers who were arranging their armor.

Isaac moved aside the discarded armor in front of him and stepped out.

"You...how did you manage to come back?"

“You don’t need to know. I cannot allow anyone who knows about opening the dimensional portal and attempting to invade Amestris to live.”

Isaac's eyes revealed a strong killing intent, and the shadow beneath his feet began to spread outwards.

"...You really are a troublesome guy."

Ekater took out the booklet he was holding, and a large amount of blue lightning appeared beneath his feet.

Chapter 977: The Illusory Book is Definitely Not a Friendly Thing

A bolt of lightning shot from Ekater's hand, aimed at Isaac, who was standing in front of him.

Isaac dodged to the side, and the lightning struck the wall behind him, instantly turning it into rubble that scattered on the ground.

"The 'decomposition' in alchemy? As expected, with your talent, you can't 'reconstruct' it."

He immediately recognized that the booklet in Ekatert's hand was the first chapter of Isaac's textbook, and that it, along with the second chapter that the person who had previously claimed to be the 'professor' had obtained, were among the four chapters of Isaac's lost textbook.

However, the alchemy used by that 'professor' was clearly capable of reconstruction, while the woman in front of him...

Perhaps their talent is a little lacking.

“I advise you to give up the struggle. If your only advantage is that thing in your hand, you are definitely no match for me,” Isaac said. “That thing is my unfinished teaching material. You’re dreaming if you think you can beat me with my book.”

"You wrote this!?"

Eikart couldn't believe his ears and glanced at the booklet in his hand.

He found it after several days. Having studied mysticism for a long time and founded the Far North Guild, she naturally knew about the existence of the Phantom Book. The author of the Phantom Book, which could exert such powerful abilities, must not be a simple person.

But unexpectedly, this author was the very person she was about to face.

She gripped the booklet tightly in her hand, screaming hysterically, "No! I don't believe it! So what if you wrote it! I don't believe you can stop me!!"

With her roar, more and more lightning bolts wrapped around her, and more than a dozen bolts of lightning shot towards Isaac.

Snapped!

The lightning bolts vanished into thin air the instant they were fired. Then, the ground began to rise, and several spikes of earth and stone shot towards Ekaterza, piercing her body in an instant.

Pfft!

Eikart, pierced by several sharp spikes, coughed up blood and stared blankly as his white clothes were stained red with blood.

"Why……"

"Amestoris' alchemy is a science and technology. What good is my teaching material if you only know how to study mysticism?"

"hateful……"

"My teaching materials are not suitable for people from your world. Give them back to me; it'll save me the trouble of searching for them myself."

Ekater coughed up blood again. Her body was pinned to the ground by spikes and she couldn't move. Isaac walked over to her and tried to pick up the booklet from her hand.

However, the moment his hand touched the booklet, Eikart suddenly roared, and the electricity around his body surged up once more.

The spikes that had been stuck in her body all broke off, and her wounds slowly healed.

Healed, she quickly jumped back to avoid Isaac's outstretched hand, her once pretty face turning into a frenzy.

"Hmph, so what if I don't understand alchemy!? As long as I have this magic book, I will... I will..."

She suddenly couldn't continue speaking halfway through her sentence.

She discovered that dense, square-shaped transmutation marks had appeared on the back of her hands, and her once smooth skin was gradually becoming rough.

"W-what happened?"

Ekater grabbed his head in horror, only to find a clump of hair falling off.

"What on earth happened?!"

“The fundamental principle of alchemy is the principle of equivalent exchange,” Isaac said, looking at the rapidly aging Eikart before him. “I have already killed you, and there is virtually no way to bring you back. Your use of alchemy to heal your own dying body constitutes human transmutation, which violates a taboo.”

"What……"

"It seems like all your injuries have been healed, but that energy needs to be replenished by your own energy, and the price is that you are like this now."

At this moment, a large number of wrinkles had appeared on Eikart's face, and her skin had begun to gradually darken. She screamed in terror at the sudden change.

"no, do not want!!"

"Alchemy is not so easy to learn."

"Do not……"

My throat started to feel dry, and gradually I couldn't make a sound anymore.

Eikart, who was in his early thirties, had become a dried-up corpse, lying on the ground in a position of pleading for help.

She is completely dead.

Haushofer, who had been observing the battle since the beginning, watched from start to finish, witnessing Eikart's death.

He looked at the booklet that Isaac had picked up, his eyes filled with indescribable terror.

He also knew that phantom books existed in this world, and when he learned that Ekatert possessed a powerful phantom book that recorded alchemy, he thought that this alone could turn the tide.

But everything that had just happened told him that the so-called phantom book was definitely not a friendly thing.

Isaac picked up the blood-stained booklet from Eikart's body and walked toward Haushofer.

"you……"

“I’m sorry, I can’t let anyone who knows about our attempt to invade Amestris live.”

After he finished speaking, he moved his hand.

puff!

With just one punch, he punched a large hole in Haushofer's stomach.