Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

"Don't be nervous. The reason I used the Space Stone to lock down a certain area is simply to prevent the battle from spreading too widely. After all, I'm a hero, and it wouldn't be right if I actually destroyed some plants, would it?"

Sherlock spoke to Yola with an arrogance far surpassing that of Yola. Although he didn't use any overly aggressive words, his words made Yola feel even angrier than if they were mocking.

If Zola's previous actions had merely deprived him of his dignity, Shylock's current behavior was like slapping his dignity to the ground and then crushing it underfoot.

Most importantly, Sherlock's side turned a blind eye to Gola's anger, even displaying a condescending indifference.

It's not that Sherlock doesn't value Yola; rather, Sherlock despises Yola's behavior from the bottom of his heart. In Sherlock's view, Yola's actions are not even as good as those of his original self, Dr. Zola.

After all, Dr. Zola truly created as a scientist, while the current Zola is plundering and manipulating, losing the ability to create altogether.

As Sherlock finished speaking, the Destroyer Armor covered Sherlock's entire body in the next second, and when he saw Sherlock wearing the armor, a hint of joy appeared in Yora's eyes.

"Hahaha, foolish! Knowing I've mastered the art of metal manipulation, you still dare to wrap yourself up like a metal can? Die, Xia..."

Before Yossi could finish speaking, all his harsh words were forced back down his throat, like a rooster being choked.

The reason was simple: he was surprised to find that even though the Metal Manipulation Technique could sense the Destroyer Armor on Sherlock's body, it could not manipulate the metal on Sherlock's Destroyer Armor no matter what it did, not even a little bit.

Sherlock, of course, understood what Yora had done. He calmly took out a purple-handled katana from his four-dimensional pocket, pointed the tip of the blade at Yora, and then spoke to Yora.

"See, the art of metal manipulation isn't omnipotent. Besides, this art of metal manipulation wasn't originally yours. Kano, who is also of the metal element, knew from the beginning that she couldn't control certain metals!"

Sherlock paused slightly at this point before continuing to speak to Yola.

"Oh, by the way, just a heads-up, I suggest you don't even think about using Metal Manipulation Technique to control the katana in my hand. Because if you dare to try to control this thing, I swear, you'll be the first to die, without me even having to lift a finger!"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Yora, who was originally about to control the katana in Sherlock's hand, froze for a moment, not even knowing whether he should listen to Sherlock.

It's important to remember that from the very beginning, when Sherlock went to the Middle East to rescue Tony, to the Battle of New York, and even the previous Hydra operations, everything was interconnected.

Sherlock is not most famous for his unpredictable alchemy skills, but for his vast number of alchemical tools.

Those various and strange gadgets and pills have been widely circulated on the internet and in intelligence circles, and Sherlock has even been privately nicknamed "Doraemon in the world".

Sherlock warned himself not to touch the seemingly ordinary katana, and even donned armor and created a domain using the Space Stone before taking it out.

Regardless of the reason, it only intensified the bad premonition in Youla's heart.

Just as Yola was still struggling with what was going on, Sherlock didn't give him a chance. He held his katana level at his side and calmly uttered six words.

"Explanation, residual fire sword!"

As Sherlock uttered those six words, which sounded like a spell, under Yora's incredulous gaze, the blade of the once smooth, sharp, and even perfect katana seemed to have aged a thousand years in an instant. The entire blade quickly became covered in rust and even developed brownish-red peeling.

Along with the change in the blade, the area within the domain was instantly turned into scorched earth, almost instantly evaporating all moisture, creating an absolute high temperature as if standing at the center of the sun!

Chapter 549 A One-Second Solution

one second.

The rusty, broken knife in Sherlock's hand, which looked like it had just been unearthed, only lasted for a second before transforming back into a gleaming, even cold, fine knife.

But in that one second, the result was devastating.

Centered on the knife, the matter within a three-meter radius was vaporized almost instantly, and anything that wasn't vaporized turned into scorched earth in that short second.

Even the combustible materials that were relatively far from the center point within the entire area were now burning fiercely, and the entire space had been completely transformed into a paradise of flames.

Of course, as the living creature closest to Sherlock, Gola was also seriously injured.

The stone armor that had been blocking Sherlock and himself was no match for the high temperature emanating from the Blazing Blade; it vaporized almost the instant the Blazing Blade appeared.

Following closely behind was the transparent skin on Right La's body.

The transparent skin was almost instantly burned to ashes by the high temperature brought by the Blazing Katana, and even the artificial muscles inside the body were burned or melted.

Under such circumstances, it was already extremely difficult for Youla to just stand still. His swaying figure, coupled with the expression on his face that seemed to indicate that his worldview had collapsed, made him look quite unsteady.

At this point, the rightward movement was as ridiculous as could be.

It's no wonder that Youla reacted that way; it was because that one second had completely transcended Youla's understanding.

The knife in Sherlock's hand emitted a temperature of 1500 million degrees Celsius in that one second. Keep in mind that this is the temperature of the core of the sun. In Yora's understanding, there is nothing on Earth, no, in the universe, that can remain unharmed in the face of such a temperature.

But Sherlock, wearing that metal armor, actually withstood that scorching heat, which was like the core temperature of the sun, for just one second!

Even setting aside Sherlock's armor, which completely shattered Yola's understanding of the world, the mere fact that it could reach and control that temperature was already a pipe dream in Yola's eyes.

It's important to know that this temperature isn't difficult to reach. Theoretically, the temperature of a hydrogen bomb can exceed one hundred million degrees. However, a hydrogen bomb is an uncontrollable fire of one hundred million degrees, which is completely incomparable to the seemingly ordinary knife in Sherlock's hand!

It's no exaggeration to say that Sherlock rewrote all of Zola's values, knowledge, and even understanding in that short second.

But that's not the most crucial point. The most crucial point is that after the release of that one second of immense power, Sherlock didn't look at himself triumphantly and declare victory or mock him. Instead, he looked at the knife in his hand with a disdainful tone.

"Tsk! As expected of an early work, this thing is a failure in terms of its effect!"

To Yola, Sherlock's tsk was even more unpleasant than mockery. If the previous second could be considered as reshaping Yola's cognition and values, then Sherlock's disdainful words were a complete ideological nuclear bomb.

Only then did Zola understand why the real Zola was so devastated and desperate when facing Sherlock, because his life's work was no different from a child's toy in the eyes of that monster!

This is a crushing defeat from a dimensional level, and the knowledge and skills you've treasured your whole life are not even enough to put up a fight against!

What Yora didn't know was that Sherlock hadn't had an easy time either during that one second, and even the disgusted sigh he uttered was truly from the bottom of his heart.

In which single second did Sherlock's armor, being the closest thing to the Blazing Blade, experience extreme heat from the Blazing Blade's intense heat? Only Sherlock himself knows.

Furthermore, Sherlock's claim that the Zankaku in his hand was a failed product was not unfounded. In the anime, the Zankaku is characterized by its ability to suppress and concentrate all the heat within the blade.

However, Sherlock's homemade version couldn't completely suppress the heat within the blade, and the leaking heat was the main reason why the area was now like a fiery hell.

Given Sherlock's perfectionist nature, he naturally believed that the Broken Blade in his hand was nothing more than a failure, even though whether it was a failure or a genuine product, probably no one could use it.

Under the distorted gaze of Yorra, Sherlock disgustedly sheathed his katana and stuffed it into his four-dimensional pocket before looking up at the now swaying Yorra and smiling at him.

"Shall we begin round two?"

Although Sherlock's expression was merely a smile when he said this, in Yorra's eyes it was comparable to a demon from hell.

Whether it was the remnant fire katana that was released in that one second, or Sherlock's space slash that could easily kill him with the space stone, both made Yola realize one thing deeply.

I could never defeat this monster in human skin!

Despair overwhelmed Yra like a tidal wave. At this moment, Yra completely understood how his original self, Zola, felt when facing Sherlock.

Looking at Sherlock, who stood completely relaxed opposite him, Yorra sighed helplessly.

"I must say, Sherlock, being your enemy is truly a despairing experience. A monster like you should never even exist in this world!"

As soon as Yola finished speaking, he struggled to keep his body upright, his two red eyes fixed on Sherlock's direction.

What's amazing is that although Right La's words contained despair and hysteria, his tone was quite calm, and you couldn't even feel a trace of fear in them.

"You've won, Sherlock. You've won in terms of knowledge, ability, and even combat power! But even so, I don't want to surrender so easily!"

The forbearance he had honed under Zola's control, the forbearance he inherited from Zola's infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. to rebuild Hydra, came in handy at this moment. Zola summoned the Flowstone Armor again to protect himself and said to Sherlock.

As Youla said this, the jars filled with liquid on Youla's limbs and abdomen began to glow faintly one by one.

Starting from the one in the middle of the stomach, the liquid gradually spread to the arms, then the legs. As all the jars began to glow faintly, expressions of pain appeared on the faces of the child submerged in the pale green liquid and the four fairies who had transformed into their true forms.

Sherlock wasn't stupid; something was clearly wrong with what he was seeing. Almost instantly, Sherlock understood what Zola was trying to do.

Blow up!

Unfortunately, the final sense of terror and anger that Yola wanted to feel in Sherlock did not materialize.

On the contrary, Sherlock calmly looked through the mask of his armor at Yorra, who was like a bomb with a lit fuse, and spoke to Yorra in an extremely arrogant manner.

"Who gave you the confidence that you could die so easily in front of me?"

Chapter 550 The Other Abstract Battlefield

If everything Sherlock said to Yvoire before was a playful jest, like a cat playing with a mouse, then...

So this time, when Sherlock asked Ymir, "Who gave you the confidence that you could die so easily in front of me?" his voice was as cold as ice from the abyss.

Most importantly, before Sherlock could finish speaking, Yora felt a blur before his eyes, and the next second his head was firmly held in Sherlock's hand, who was wearing armor.

Sherlock didn't even give Yra time to argue before he forcefully stopped the sodium inside Yra's body from self-destructing.

Before Youla could even react to what was happening, a soul-wrenching pain caused her to scream instinctively.

This pain is not physical pain at all. It is even less than the pain that Dr. Zola caused by directly shocking Zola's brain when he controlled Ryoma. The pain is inflicted by Sherlock using some unknown method.

Youla felt as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder while fully conscious, clearly feeling the excruciating pain of the blades cutting through every inch of his skin.

The pain was so intense that even fainting was impossible; no matter how much Right struggled, Sherlock's hand was as unbreakable as a hydraulic clamp.

Tormented by such pain, Yora could no longer even scream, while Sherlock's actions did not stop.

Crimson lightning began to erupt from the hand gripping Yorah's head. With the burst of lightning, Yorah felt as if he had been turned into a pile of iron powder and thrown into a furnace to be forged.

Moreover, under such clear and scorching heat, Youla even felt as if a hammer was constantly striking his soul.

The pain, the burning sensation, the excruciating feeling of being torn to shreds drove Youla to the brink of madness, and even his consciousness began to gradually fade away.

Sherlock stared at Yhora, whom he held in his hand, with a cold expression on his face, indifferently watching Yhora struggle under the influence of alchemy.

You know, alchemy can create magical things and do many things, making it seem like it can do everything.

However, this does not mean that alchemy is a supernatural power full of justice. On the contrary, in a sense, alchemy can be considered the most evil supernatural power.

Among them, the creation of the Philosopher's Stone in alchemy is a prime example of evil.

Indeed, this is the first time Sherlock has used a person's soul to create the Philosopher's Stone since he mastered alchemy.

The reason for choosing this method to end the life of this pitiful creature who doesn't even have a name is quite simple.

Because when a human soul is forged into the Philosopher's Stone, the soul that is the material suffers the most painful torment, and in the midst of this torment, the forger usually gains a part of the memories of the soul that was the material.

That's exactly the part of the memory that Sherlock wants.

After all, Dr. Zola was far too tenacious in Sherlock's eyes. First, there was the clone left behind in the Captain's former training base, then the main body in Montana, and now, in front of him, was Zola, just like in Grandpa's Project Nirvana.

Sherlock simply didn't have the patience to get entangled with this villain who only appeared briefly in the movie.

Since Yora has inherited all of Dr. Zola's memories, Sherlock might as well just see from Yora how many tricks Dr. Zola has up his sleeve!

The good news is that Sherlock has confirmed from Zola's memories that Dr. Zola is truly dead this time.

The bad news is that the Philosopher's Stone, crafted from one person's soul, is less than a millimeter in diameter.

Looking at Yorah's body, which had turned to ashes, and the five poor little guys lying on Yorah's 'ashes', plus the Philosopher's Stone in his hand that was not much different from a shattered diamond.