Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

"Yeah, if I could, I really wouldn't want to go against you. In fact, to avoid this situation, I specifically chose to target the rabbits. But alas, fate is just a prostitute that she'll sleep with anyone!"

The guy who claimed to be Zola had a red light flashing in his eyes as he spoke, and even his tone sounded like he was gritting his teeth. But soon he relaxed and shrugged at Sherlock.

"Fortunately, I had already completed my evolution before you arrived, so I am not afraid of you now!"

After saying this, two barriers radiating blue light appeared in the hands of the thing that claimed to be Zola, seemingly intending to verify with Sherlock the power gained from this so-called 'evolution'.

However, just as the atmosphere on the scene was tense, the wall next to the thing that claimed to be Zola suddenly shattered, and with a loud bang, Thor's pink, bird-headed, bizarre weapon flew out of the smoke and dust.

Almost instantly, he knocked the two similar-looking things following behind that guy who claimed to be Zola into the wall.

Seeing this situation, Sherlock casually summoned his spear and spoke to Luye.

"You and Thor go deal with those other two inhuman creatures. Thor doesn't understand your power system and will likely get hurt. I'll handle these guys!"

"Don't try to order me around!"

When Sherlock finished speaking, Kano almost subconsciously retorted, but although he said that, his body still honestly rushed towards the two things that had been knocked away.

Even before his figure disappeared, Luye didn't forget to give Sherlock a reminder.

"Be careful! Remember our mission!"

Clearly, Lu Ye was also worried that Sherlock might get carried away and kill the few little demons sealed inside the body of that guy who claimed to be Zola.

Sherlock did not reply, his gaze fixed on the thing that claimed to be Zola the whole time.

After Lu Ye's figure and the two things behind the guy who claimed to be Zola disappeared, Sherlock brandished his lance and spoke to the guy who claimed to be Zola.

"Alright, now that no one is bothering me, I'm going to answer the call of fate!"

Having said that, Sherlock brandished his lance and charged toward the thing that claimed to be Zola. As Sherlock activated his alchemy, countless earth spikes appeared and pierced toward the thing that claimed to be Zola.

Faced with Sherlock's attack, the guy who called himself Zola kept the stone armor in his hands as firmly locked on his arms like arm guards, and he retreated rapidly, his toes barely touching the ground.

The amazing thing is that the earth spikes that Sherlock created with alchemy always turned to ashes the moment they were about to touch the thing that claimed to be Zola.

It's as if that thing that claims to be Zola has an invisible membrane on its body, causing some spikes that should have been sure to hit to be blocked as if they were blocked by something, completely losing their effect.

This situation caused Sherlock's eyes to narrow subconsciously. However, before Sherlock could figure out what was going on, he saw a faint light emanating from the child curled up inside the abdomen of the thing that claimed to be Zola.

A look of pain crossed his face. As a series of bubbles appeared in the pale green liquid, Sherlock felt the spear in his hand suddenly slip out of his control, snatched from his grasp by a force he could not resist.

Given the sharpness of the spear, the so-called brick wall was practically like tofu. Under that sudden, tremendous force, the spear spun and flew straight away.

At that moment, the voice of the guy claiming to be Zola rang out from the other side.

"Sherlock, I know about you. I've watched many of your battle videos and also searched through many books on mysticism. Although I don't know whether you use magic or alchemy, the contents of those books may not be accurate."

But it's not hard to see something: that red-gold spear you just used was probably the medium through which you used your abilities, right? Without it, how much of your power would you have left?

The man claiming to be Zola spoke to Sherlock, then with a slight beckoning of his left hand, the jar on his arm containing the little dragon emitted a faint glow, and countless branches rose from the ground, rushing towards Sherlock like wooden dragons.

Upon seeing this, Sherlock instinctively cursed.

"Holy crap, you can use Wood Release?"

Unfortunately, the guy claiming to be Zola didn't respond to Sherlock's tired joke. After the omnipresent wooden dragon blocked Sherlock's escape route, the guy claiming to be Zola raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The next second, the wooden dragon, full of life, suddenly burst into flames.

Countless wooden dragons, wreathed in flames, rushed toward Sherlock. Before Sherlock could even stop, he was completely surrounded by the burning wooden dragons that were closing in from all directions. In the blink of an eye, accompanied by a deafening explosion, Sherlock's figure was completely engulfed in smoke and dust.

The only sound in the corridor was the crackling of burning wood.

Even so, the thing that claimed to be Zola showed no sign of letting up. The stone armor formed a barrier in front of him, and his eyes were fixed on the smoke and dust that engulfed Sherlock, waiting for the result of this first round of fighting.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Sherlock's figure appeared perfectly intact before the eyes of the thing that called himself Zola, without even a speck of dust on his clothes.

"I must say, Zola, well, or should I call you Zola's brother? Son? Right La? Whatever, I do acknowledge you. To be able to wield power that isn't yours to this extent, you truly deserve my respect."

However, my dear Mr. Right, you may still not understand one thing: in the rabbit's system, what is not yours will never be yours!

It seems like you've mastered the abilities of all the fairies you've imprisoned inside your body, but in reality, you can only control about three abilities at the same time, including that damned Stone Armor, right?

Or to be more precise, two?

I can sense the fear in your heart. When facing me, you didn't dare to turn off that so-called stone armor, did you?

Chapter 547 A Battle Between Smart People

When Sherlock saw through his mistake, Yora was only stunned for a moment, ignoring Sherlock's casual remark about Yora, and instead looked at Sherlock with a sinister grin.

"So what if you figured it out? What can you do to me now that you've lost that spear?"

As he spoke, Yora raised his hands, and a torrent of water gushed forth from them. Not only that, but metal-type abilities were also mixed in, with countless metal fragments mingling with the flowing water.

This instantly transformed what was originally just a powerful water flow into a giant meat grinder, where any carbon-based life form caught in it would suffer a fate no less severe than experiencing a real slow slicing execution.

However, faced with the impact of the water flow, which resembled a great waterfall technique, Sherlock did not make any move. He even put his hands in his pockets and watched with a nonchalant smile as Yora continued to attack him.

Amazingly, the mighty water, upon encountering Sherlock, seemed to have met a bridge pier, and slid away from him with an incredibly smooth motion.

Yes, it just slid away. Even the metal fragments mixed in with the water seemed to lose all friction when facing Sherlock, who was standing still, and simply bypassed him.

This situation stunned Yola for a moment. Before Yola could figure out what had happened, Sherlock's voice rang out again.

"I have to say, I'm starting to admire you a little. Ever since I was forced to debut by S.H.I.E.L.D., in all the battles, big and small, you're the first person to realize that my attack range isn't very long after I lost my Lancer."

This was also the first time I realized that my alchemy was essentially weaker in its control over energy than its control over matter, so I used the Flowstone Armor as a barrier between myself and the material world.

Even when choosing the rabbit-side system, you placed extreme emphasis on this pure spirit-controlling ability based on the five elements.

At this point, Sherlock couldn't help but applaud Yora before taking a step toward him.

"It's just a pity that although you have some understanding of the Rabbit's system, your understanding may not be deep enough. If I were you, I would focus on the most special and powerful space system in the spirit control system, instead of struggling with the basic five elements."

As Sherlock's voice rang out, and seeing Sherlock walking towards him step by step with his hands in his pockets, a hint of panic appeared on Right La's face for the first time.

The stone armor was locked firmly in front of him, while Yora continuously used the power of the five elements to attack Sherlock, with fire, wood dragons, floods, earth spikes, and metal storms taking turns to strike.

Strangely, even attacks combining a single element couldn't stop Sherlock's advance, let alone attacks from a single element.

This made the panic on Youla's face grow more and more apparent.

The moment Sherlock stepped within three meters of Yvoire, the expression on Yvoire's face, which had been filled with terror and panic, vanished instantly, replaced by a sneer of triumph.

The instant Sherlock's foot landed, Right Ra's hands shot up high and swung down hard.

As Right-Pulling moved, a whooshing sound came, and a long spear, gold and red, resembling a tuning fork, descended from the sky under Right-Pulling's control, its two tips pointing directly at Sherlock's skull, but Sherlock seemed completely unaware.

Success!

This was the thought that came to mind the instant Right Ra manipulated the spear to stab Sherlock's skull.

That's right. In fact, from the very beginning, the ability to operate simultaneously by swiping right was not just three, but four!

The Art of Metal Manipulation maintained firm control over Sherlock's spear from beginning to end. This is the main reason why the Art of Metal Manipulation of Right La is so different from that of Deer Wilderness. After all, the spear is not so easy to control!

As for why he controlled the spear and even appeared panicked when Sherlock stepped towards him?

Ultimately, it's nothing more than a right-wing strategy for dealing with the enemy.

From the moment Sherlock appeared, Gola had already prepared a plan for how to deal with him. After all, Gola didn't know much about Sherlock's alchemy, but on the contrary, he knew a lot about the spear in Sherlock's hand.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that the Lannister's sharpness, which is so outrageous that nothing can cut through it, is enough for Viktor Adolf Hirschalaksky to define it as the ultimate weapon to kill Sherlock Holmes.

Even when he first took control of the spear from Sherlock and threw it away, he had the idea of ​​testing the spear's sharpness.

For Right La, nothing is more exciting than seeing his enemies die on his own weapons.

Righteous watched almost as the tip of Lang's spear pierced Sherlock's skull like a missile, and even hallucinated Sherlock's screams.

But reality is often interesting like this. The spear was frozen in place just an inch from Sherlock's skull. What's even stranger is that the spear was frozen in mid-air, an inch above Sherlock's skull, without moving.

However, the tip of the spear began to turn red due to friction with the air, and its temperature even began to rise.

Even more bizarrely, although visually the spear appeared to be motionless above Sherlock's head, according to the perception controlled by Youla's Metal Manipulation Technique, the spear was still falling continuously, and even its speed was increasing.

This bizarre situation caused the victorious expression that had just appeared on Yora's face to freeze instantly, and he stared incredulously at Sherlock, who was standing three meters away with a dismissive smile.

"Impossible! What did you do?"

Faced with Right La's roar, Sherlock's contempt was undisguised; he simply extended a finger and lightly touched the spear that was fixed on his head.

The next second, the spear that Sherlock had sensed vanished instantly, replaced by a scarlet glove with gold stripes on Sherlock's hand, and Sherlock's voice rang out at that moment.

"I've already said, power that isn't yours will never be yours. Hasn't someone who's blinded by power and considers himself a genius realized the problem yet?"

My dear Dr. Yora, have you ever thought about this question? Have you ever thought about why I was able to obtain the coordinates of the base from that portal that had lost the Tesseract as a source of energy and was ultimately just a one-time use portal?

"And why did I appear here with the rabbits in an instant, without even giving you a warning?"

Chapter 548: Explanation, the residual fire sword!

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Yola was stunned for a moment, and then, for some reason, a flashback suddenly appeared in his mind: Thor had just used a magical girl's staff that looked like a toy to send his subordinates flying.

Thor? The Tesseract? Space?

In an instant, his previously stiff face began to show a variety of emotions, including despair and terror.

Clearly, with the brilliant mind of the person before him, after being reminded by Sherlock, Yola easily analyzed why his abilities were no longer effective against Sherlock.

However, Sherlock had no intention of letting Ysra go. Instead, with a smug smile, he casually raised two fingers at Ysra and made a strange gesture.

Seeing Sherlock's strange gesture of placing his middle finger on top of his index finger, Yorra's heart was filled with alarm. However, Sherlock didn't give Yorra any time to react and casually said something that made Yorra's face change drastically.

"Domain Deployment!"

As Sherlock uttered those four words, a strange energy fluctuation instantly enveloped Yora. The auxiliary system in Yora's eyes frantically alarmed due to this strange energy fluctuation, but it was unable to analyze what it was.

It's no exaggeration to say that Youla was on the verge of a breakdown. The unexpected turn of events, the way things were starting to go against the plan, filled this somewhat neurotic scientist with a genuine sense of panic.

Sherlock, however, did not stop there. Instead, the mockery in his smile deepened as he continued speaking to Yola.

"Don't be so nervous. As Dr. Zola's doppelganger, you should know that it wouldn't be difficult for me, with the Tesseract, to kill you."

As Sherlock spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the next second Yora felt a wound inexplicably appear on the transparent skin of his face, without even realizing how Sherlock had done it.

Even the stone armor that had been positioned between him and Sherlock did not receive any feedback that it had been attacked.

After Sherlock had done all this, he continued speaking to Yola.

"This move is a spatial slash based on the Space Stone, which is the power of the Tesseract. In other words, even without alchemy, I can easily ignore your ridiculous stone armor and kill you directly using only the Space Stone."

However, considering that I am an alchemist, and have similarities with you mad scientists in that we both like to invent things, I thought I might as well let external objects decide the outcome of this battle.