Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

The guard felt that Jonathan looked strangely familiar.

"Who are you! I don't know you!" Scar was very vigilant and very alert to Jonathan.

"Don't you want to know the real meaning of this arm your brother gave you?" Jonathan suddenly said.

Hearing Jonathan mention his brother, Scar was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jonathan a little angrily and said, "What do you know!"

Now Scar still doesn't understand why his brother forced this arm, which represents a curse, on him.

In fact, this arm contains the souls of all the Ishbals who died in the Ishbal Civil War.

Scar just thought it was a cursed arm.

Because in the teachings of Ishval, anyone who uses or learns the great art is a traitor.

They will be cursed for life.

In fact, from a certain perspective, the ancestors of the Ishval people may be the first group of people to understand the truth.

It's just that they are kind-hearted, so they forbade their descendants to continue using the great art, that is, alchemy.

After all, this is a technology that uses human life as its driving energy.

Therefore, it is very likely that the Ishval people knew long ago that the price of using alchemy was the lives of people in the world behind the door.

Otherwise, they would not have made rules prohibiting future generations from using alchemy even though they knew it was convenient.

"Let me put it this way, I want to have your arm. In other words, I am the one who can free you from the curse." Jonathan thought about it and changed his way of speaking.

Hearing this, Scar calmed down a little, looked at Jonathan doubtfully and asked, "Really?"

The reason why he wanted to break into the first branch was just to find out how to remove these tattoos, which was the so-called curse.

"There's no need for me to lie to you. If you want to get rid of the curse, come with me." After saying that, Jonathan ignored Scar.

After using telekinesis to strangle the neck of the guard next to him, he left the place.

"You! Why did you kill him?" Scar is not yet the cold-blooded and ruthless State Alchemist killer he will be in the future.

"Why? Why did the soldiers of Amestorius want to massacre the Ishval people?" Jonathan asked back.

Scar was speechless when asked.

He looked down at the soldiers lying on the ground who were already dead, and a flash of hatred appeared in his heart.

Then he followed Jonathan.

The two came to a dark alley.

Jonathan casually created a pseudo-Gate of Truth.

Then he took Scar into the dimensional world.

Like Edward, when Scar came in for the first time, he was also staring at the surroundings and the strange sky in amazement.

"Where is this place?"

Scar is not a fool, so he can naturally see that this is definitely not Sendra.

"This is my world." Jonathan said without turning his head.

"Your world? What does that mean? Are you a god?" As a believer, Scar habitually attributes everything to theology.

As alchemists who play a role similar to scientists in the world of Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward and Alphonse have never thought about this aspect.

Regarding Scar's question, Jonathan naturally believed that he was still a human being, but he did not argue.

After all, if Scar regarded him as a god, it would definitely be beneficial to him.

I brought Scar to a wooden house, which was built not long ago.

There was nothing inside, just the mechanical armor that Curtis had used before and a pitch-black Tang sword.

This was custom-made for Jonathan when he went back to the Marvel world.

The whole body is forged with tungsten steel and has the shape of a traditional Tang Dynasty horizontal sword.

Of course, this is not the complete version of the knife yet.

"These robotic arms will replace your right hand in the future." Jonathan said, pointing to the robotic arms on the table.

The Ishval people have no aversion to mechanical prosthetics.

So Scar nodded, and then asked anxiously, "How can I solve the curse on my hand?"

"The curse can't be undone," said Jonathan.

After all, there are hundreds of thousands of Ishval people's souls in it, so it is not so easy to eliminate them.

"So the only thing we can do is transfer the curse, and this weapon is the new carrier of the curse."

After saying that, Jonathan pulled out Tang Hengdao.

Scar looked at the Tang sword in Jonathan's hand, and then looked at his right hand. After all, this arm once belonged to his brother.

For a moment, it seemed a little reluctant.

But as a traditional Ishval, Scar thought for a moment and then firmly extended his right hand.

Seeing his look, Jonathan smiled with satisfaction.

Then he said, "Don't worry, I will take you to another place to perform the transfer ceremony."

After that, Jonathan took Scar to the room where Edward had taken samples before.

Because Last and Curtis had received Jonathan's advance instructions, they had already been waiting for the two men in the laboratory.

Having Rast as an assistant is also one of Jonathan's bad tastes.

After all, it’s no news that Scar has a crush on his brother’s girlfriend.

So the moment Scar saw Rast, he froze.

However, he did not say anything, but became more convinced in his heart that Jonathan was God.

After all, apart from gods, who else can be served by the dead?

Obviously, he mistook Rast for his dead sister-in-law.

"The process may be a bit painful, please bear with it." Holding the Tang knife, Jonathan said to Scar lying on the operating table.

Scar nodded expressionlessly.

In his heart, there was no greater pain than the scar Kimblee left on his face.

Then, Jonathan swung the Tang sword in his hand and cut off Scar's right hand.

The strange thing was that after it left Scar's right hand, it did not fall directly to the ground.

Instead, it was suspended in mid-air, emitting a strange red light.

Jonathan quickly activated the Philosopher's Stone Refining Array that had been engraved on the Tang sword.

Through resonance, the soul on Scar's right hand was absorbed by the Tang sword bit by bit in the form of threads.

Seeing that everything was going as he expected, Jonathan was very satisfied.

With this Tang sword, whenever Jonathan used it to kill someone, he could absorb the dead person's soul directly into the blade.

Become part of the Philosopher's Stone.

Now, the souls of hundreds of thousands of Ishval people are madly pouring into the blade.

The dark red lines make the already pitch-black blade look even more evil.

From now on, this Tang sword will be truly a sage's blade!

Including the free chapter today, a total of more than 30,000 words have been updated.

It’s worthy of the first day of listing.

If nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow will be another hot topic.

But certainly not as many as today.

I hope you can support me.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 97 The Truth of the Ishval Civil War

Scar, who lost his right hand, kept twitching on the operating table, and the severe pain stimulated every nerve in his body.

Fortunately, the equipment in this laboratory in the dimensional world is quite complete.

With the help of Rast, Curtis quickly bandaged Scar's right hand.

Soon, all the Ishval souls in Scar's right hand were absorbed by Jonathan's Sage's Blade.

His arm turned into powder and disappeared.

"You can just rest here for the time being. As for the mechanical armor, I will find a technician to help you install it."

Seeing Scar gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, Jonathan directly let him rest in the dimension world for a while.

As for him, he was preparing to go to Lashubare, the holy land of mechanical armor.

There are countless excellent mechanical armor technicians gathered here, but Bina is unwilling to come to work here.

Jonathan had no choice but to recruit other mechanical armor technicians.

For example, Binaco's old mistress, Dominic.

Besides him, there are many mechanical armor technicians in La Shubare for Jonathan to choose from.

Lashubare, the situation here is much better than the martial law in Sendra.

However, wanted posters for Jonathan and Dante have been posted all over the streets of La Choparre.

Helplessly, Jonathan got a black robe with a hood, which looked similar to the robes worn by Jedi Knights in Star Wars.

With Scar and Curtis, the group came to a small alley in Lashubare.

There is an inconspicuous mechanical armor shop inside.

If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find this place at all.

After entering the store, I saw a dark-skinned girl sitting against the wall doing nothing.

The two mechanical armored legs swung in the air.

Inside the counter, an old man in his fifties was adjusting a mechanical armor with a screwdriver.

When Jonathan and others came in, neither Dominic nor Panina spoke.

It seems as if it doesn’t matter whether there are guests or not.

"Mr. Dominic." Jonathan walked to the counter and knocked on the glass.

Dominic looked up and saw that Jonathan's face was covered by a hood.

"I don't talk to people who hide their true colors."

Good man, he really has a bad temper.

Seeing this, Panina covered her mouth and laughed.

Helplessly, Jonathan had to take off his hood.

Fortunately, these two people don’t usually care much about what’s happening outside, so they didn’t recognize that Jonathan was the wanted criminal who was said to have assassinated the president.

Jonathan placed the right arm that Binak had made on the counter.

Then he said to Dominic, "This is the mechanical armor made by Binaco Rockbell. I want you to help install it on this person."

When Dominic heard the name Binaco Rockbell, he trembled all over, as if he remembered some bad experience.

He stood up from the stool in an instant.

"Binaco!? Could it be the female leopard from Lizanbul!?" Dominic's voice was trembling.

It seemed to be telling a story of something horrible.

"That's right, it's the masterpiece of your old mistress." Jonathan said jokingly, looking at the old man in front of him.

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm not her lover! If she knew what you said, neither you nor I would see the sun tomorrow!"