Planner of Age of Heroes

Not only that, after meeting Martha, some theological memories appeared in Xia Yan's mind.

However, because his memory about alchemy is incomplete, Xia Yan does not dare to use alchemy casually. After all, if he is not careful, it may cause serious and irreversible consequences.

Hohenheim nodded slightly, took out a test tube from his pocket, opened the stopper of the test tube, and poured the viscous liquid into the ground. These gelatinous substances kept twisting and increasing in value after falling to the ground, and then turned into one artificial life form after another like a pigeon.

These artificial life forms flapped their wings and flew up into the sky. They would cover the entire city in a short time and act as spies for Xia Yan and his team.

The white, dove-like artificial life forms flew through the streets and alleys, and then landed on tree branches or telephone poles. Their appearance, which was not much different from real pigeons, allowed them to successfully hide from the sight of ordinary people.

However, there are still people who notice their existence, and they are the contestants preparing to participate in the alchemy competition.

Artificial life forms are always within the scope of alchemy. Although such artificial life forms are beyond the imagination of most alchemists, the traces of alchemy are still very obvious. Alchemists who see this kind of artificial life form subconsciously regard it as a special alchemical product that is pieced together from corpses and then covered with special substances.

After all, in their view, artificial life is simply touching a corner of God's power, so they will subconsciously ignore it. But even if they ignore it, it is possible to have artificial life. Such a flexible alchemical product that can fly at will is not something that can be created by ordinary people.

These alchemical products must have been created by a master. Is this master also a participant in the alchemical competition? No... it's unlikely. These alchemical products are already top-level entries. No one would be stupid enough to release their entries on such a large scale between cities.

After all, we are all alchemists. Once someone catches an alchemical product and then cracks its internal structure and manufacturing method, it will only benefit others in the next competition.

The manager of the underground world wearing a top hat also noticed these alchemical products. Next, a large-scale alchemical competition will be held in the area under his management. Even though he is not an alchemist, he has more or less begun to understand various types of alchemy. He can be regarded as someone who half understands alchemy but cannot use it.

The manager covered his chest with his hands. It was because he was half-familiar with alchemy that he could not see the meaning of these alchemical products at all.

He hosted this alchemy competition for his own considerations. He was already quite old, and had been climbing up step by step since he entered this underground world.

How many years did it take him to reach his current position? 20 or 30 years, he couldn't remember, and then he managed the London underground world for decades, enjoying all kinds of power that others couldn't enjoy. At the same time, he was obsessed with these rights. Now his body is almost reaching its limit, and he wants to continue to enjoy the various powers that this underground world brings him...

He had to find ways to prolong his life, and alchemy, which was said to involve the power of gods, was his ultimate choice.

It doesn't matter whether it's making him young again or letting him change his body. After all, for someone like him who controls the underground world, it's already his best effort to find so many alchemists.

He can only rely on the power of the alchemist. How to say it? Although the alchemists have abilities, the official has not yet completely classified them as people with super powers.

After all, there are many alchemists who have no abilities themselves, but can use various methods to manipulate some of the special substances that remain in this world and have not been completely absorbed or completely dissipated to achieve effects similar to alchemy. Others use their not-so-strong abilities to complete many different kinds of alchemy.

This manager does not believe in the character of those with illegal abilities, so he must use the power of these alchemists to achieve his own goals before the authorities improve the relevant laws and completely recognize alchemists as people with super powers. Otherwise, he will have no way to fight against the country's laws!

Because of the emergence of psychic powers, the British underground forces that originally had the potential to merge together have become increasingly scattered. He doesn't believe that there is no country involved!

In any case, they do not have the strength to confront the country head-on, and the country does not want to suffer too much loss, so it completely deals with them. Currently, they are still in a peaceful state, but now that the great ancestor has appeared, there is no guarantee that the country will not change its attitude towards them.

The manager shook his head, adjusted his mask, sighed, and prepared to put all these things behind him for the time being. After all, the most urgent task was to find an alchemist who could help him live longer!

Chapter 115: Moving towards the same goal

"Master, although I didn't find Sherlock Holmes or the professor, I'm sure given their interests, they wouldn't miss the thing I just found out."

The young man holding the test tube in his hand smiled. He did not have much communication with the mathematics professor, but he could instinctively feel that the professor would not miss this opportunity.

Xia Yan and Fran were sitting in the restaurant. They looked at the confident young man in front of them and raised their eyebrows. "What news did Mr. Hohenheim get?"

Hohenheim closed his eyes and smiled. "Well, it has something to do with my old profession. It seems that the underground controller of this city wants to hold an alchemy competition. Currently, a large number of young people who master alchemy have gathered in this city, although in my opinion, they are still very immature."

Xia Yan did not deny the confidence of the young man in front of him. Although he was usually very calm and gentle, and it seemed that nothing could affect his mood too much, a smile would appear on his face when he talked about what he was good at and interested in.

After all, this is the only person who successfully used alchemy to create the Philosopher's Stone - von Hohenheim Paracelsus.

But who could have thought that such a person could easily cause trouble without even realizing it?

But what Hohenheim said was right, a certain professor would definitely not miss such an event, and someone who was familiar with the professor would definitely follow. It could be said that in this competition, he should be able to meet up with those two.

"So can we find the location of this competition?"

Hohenheim nodded slightly. He had found several alchemists, but they were still too immature compared to him. Or if he could let the artificial life form slightly change its appearance and then track it, there shouldn't be any big problems. It was just a small matter for her.

So, under the control of the alchemist, a bird perched on a tree trunk quickly ate a spider with its mouth. Finally, the body of this artificial alchemical life form, the bird, suddenly exploded and turned into white spiders one after another, crawling around. These spiders began to look for alchemists around them and attached themselves to them.

In order to avoid being discovered by these alchemists, these spiders turned into liquid after sticking to the alchemists' bodies and completely blended into their clothes.

As long as there is one person still wearing their clothes and heading to the competition venue, Hohenheim will be able to sense the correct location.

In fact, because the competition was about to begin, the alchemists who had been wandering outside also began to move towards the direction of the underground competition venue. Simply drawing the direction they were moving in on the map could give a rough idea of ​​the location of the competition. Then, with Hohenheim's ability, a careful survey could also help find the specific location.

As far as the current humans are concerned, there are not many beings that can fight against Heroic Spirits, and the Heroic Spirits that can fight are definitely not the first-rate ones.

Perhaps there are powerful people in Britain who can compete with Hohenheim, but right now these alchemists are no match for the founder of alchemy.

Xia Yan looked at the place on the map where all the alchemy began to converge, drew a circle with a marker, and decided to reach the vicinity of this area first, and then wait to harvest the specific location.

"Teacher, Fran, let's go."

Chris on the other side was covering his face. There was a red slap mark on his face which had not disappeared yet. This was because he was injured when he tried to touch the necklace on the neck of the female alchemist at the signal of Holmes. He did not expect that the alchemist was so strong.

But it was okay. In the brief time of contact, they had found the venue for their competition, and the reason for investigating the necklace was also successfully fooled by Holmes. Overall, their goal was successfully achieved.

This is a slightly chaotic alley. To be precise, this block is all old town, and you can still vaguely see the appearance of London in the industrial era. But compared with modern cities, this place is extremely backward and remote. There are a large number of abandoned pipes and black walls that cannot be washed clean, garbage cans piled up in boxes, and sewage that cannot flow normally makes this place extremely dirty.

Holmes easily hung his cane on the top of an iron gate, then he pushed upwards and stepped on the iron gate easily to the roof of the red brick wall. He then extended his hand to Chris, "Remember not to step on the iron gate, step directly on the wall, I will hold you back."

Chris looked at the high wall with his mouth open, a surprised expression on his face. Why could the senior climb over the gate and onto the roof so easily? ! This skill is really not that of a special forces soldier, why does a detective have such skills? !

Holmes raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of confusion on his face, "What are you waiting for?"

Chris took a deep breath and took two steps back. He ran for a distance before stepping on the wall and trying to jump. However, it seemed that although he had exercised regularly, he had never done such a difficult move. The distance he jumped was still not enough to reach out and hold Holmes' hand.

However, Holmes reacted quickly and used his cane to hook Chris's clothes. Thanks to the sturdy coat Chris was wearing, his clothes were not torn.

After reaching the roof of the small building, Chris glanced at Holmes with resentment, while Holmes smiled gently while holding his pipe, "Watson No. 2, you still need to exercise well. With only this kind of physical strength, you will not be able to fight against many prisoners."

Chris helplessly put his hands up to cover his face. "Is fighting a necessary skill for a detective? I was so naive before!"

Holmes just smiled and didn't say anything more. He stood up, holding his pipe and cane, and looked at the old city calmly, silently paying attention to everyone's movements, in order to infer where the underground space of this city should be entered. According to his experience, underground spaces like this usually have more than five exits.

There is always an entrance and exit with fewer people guarding it, and that is the passage they use to enter the underground.

"Let's go, Watson 2, I've found a possible entrance."

"Huh? I just came up!"

Chapter 116: Departure

Compared to Holmes and his friends, a certain professor did not need to jump up and down like that. He just held his cane elegantly and followed his students.

As if sensing something, the old professor looked in one direction with his eyes slanted, then shook his head slightly.

The young man following the old man knew what he should and should not ask, so he kept silent.

The boy understood that compared to his junior sister, his talent was not that good. Moreover, if his teacher was going to leave them in the future, the boy was already thinking about whether he should work for his junior sister in the future. It was time for him to leave as a master.

The old man calmly picked up his invitation letter and handed it to the illegal person with special abilities who was guarding the door. After seeing the invitation letter, the illegal person with special abilities bowed his head respectfully, slowly bowed and invited the old man and the young man to go underground. The iron gate opened, and the sound of steel and stone rubbing against each other was harsh, but exciting.

The illegal ability user took out something from his pocket that looked like a pocket watch and a nameplate. The whole thing was made of gold, and the button on it seemed to be the voting button.

"Please keep this safe. Each pass only corresponds to one token. If the token is lost, it will not be reissued, and you will lose your qualification as a judge in the competition."

The old man nodded, put the token into his pocket, and then walked forward.

Looking at the passage leading to the underground and smelling the slightly damp air, the old man showed a nostalgic expression on his face. A long time ago, to be precise, it should be the Victorian era, and the road space leading to the underground of this city was like this.

In the distant past, I also went deep underground through such a passage, but due to the changes of the times, the passage in my memory has long disappeared. This should be reopened by the modern managers of the underground world. After all, underground worlds like this have always been a concern for the authorities and must have experienced many encirclements and suppressions.

In his memory, the passage leading to the underground had changed its position twice. If the road had not been closed, it would have been completely blocked. Now he could completely find a way to sneak into the underground world through his past memories.

"Follow me closely, don't look at anything, don't ask anything. This is no longer the era in which I control the underground world. In addition, people with special abilities have appeared in this era. I cannot fully guarantee your safety in the underground world. This is my advice to you, and it applies both now and in the future."

The old man had a slight smile on his face. Although he was saying serious words, he was constantly looking at everyone around him with his deep blue eyes. He was not worried at all that people around him might attack him.

Are you kidding? The old professor is not bluffing at all.

However, such a straightforward look naturally attracted the attention of some people. A sturdy man with a lot of scars on his face came up to the old man with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. He even grabbed the old man's collar with his hand and said, "What the hell are you looking at? It's just an old guy with half his body buried in a coffin. How dare you spy on me like this!!"

The old man didn't show any panic on his face, and he still had a smiling expression. "Well... I'm just curious about what the underground world is like now. There's no need to be so impulsive."

The scarred man raised his eyebrows after hearing what the old man said, and his expression became even weirder. He didn't expect that under his threat, the old man's expression was still so calm. Doesn't this guy know how many people he has killed before? He doesn't even know how many guys like this whose half bodies are already buried in the ground he has buried!

"You should stay home and take care of your grandchildren. Why are you here to join in the fun at this time... You have the judges' token in your hand, right? I'll take your life!"

The scarred man's face was twisted with anger and ferocious expressions, and then he took out an axe from his back. However, before the axe fell, the old man gently raised his strangely shaped but sharp-tipped cane and stabbed it fiercely towards the scarred man's footsteps.

The cane pierced the acupuncture point very accurately.

After feeling the pain in his foot, the scarred man felt he lost strength in his waist the next moment. He felt as if he had fought with eighteen beautiful girls for three days and three nights. He collapsed on the spot, his body involuntarily bent downward, and the axe in his hand fell to the ground because of the sudden loss of strength.

"I have learned a lot of knowledge from many people, such as acupuncture points and medical skills. Junior, you are not qualified for me to take you seriously. After all, I am old and I would like to avoid taking action as much as possible."

After saying that, the old man poked the scarred man's leg with his cane again, making the scarred man kneel down on the ground.

The young man following behind the old man glanced at his back, took out a paper cutter from his pocket, and then gently pushed the blade out of the blade. The sound of the utility knife seemed particularly harsh at this moment.

The old man raised his eyebrows. He probably guessed what the boy was going to do, but it was a surprise. He didn't expect that the boy would have such courage. After all, although it is said to fight evil with evil and violence with violence, this boy did not have any special performance in his daily life except burying his enemies.

Is it because I am about to leave that I am starting to grow up and think about my future?

That's not bad either...

"Do as you wish, but don't forget your original intention. Otherwise, I cannot protect you."

The boy swung the utility knife in his hand quickly, and a streak of blood splattered on the wall and on the bodies of several onlookers around, but at this moment no one around dared to say anything.

Looking at the fallen scar, the boy squatted down and took the token from the scarred man's hand, then looked up at his teacher seriously, "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, evil for evil, violence for violence, I will never forget why I bear these sins..."

The old man smiled and said, "Just remember it. Let's go to the viewing hall. The controller of this underground world is really generous. He actually reserved a separate space for each judge. Do you plan to continue to follow me, or act alone tonight?"

The boy clenched the utility knife in his hand, feeling the warmth and stickiness of the blood. He looked at the token he had snatched from his hand and bowed to the old man.

Chapter 117: Contestants

The old professor smiled gently. The children have grown up now and of course they have to walk their own path. As for what the final outcome will be, that is their own business.

Thinking about it this way, today is really a good day. The old professor couldn't help but whistle and walked towards his box in a happy mood. At the same time, because he and his students had just quickly dealt with the man with the scar, they established their prestige in the hearts of everyone around them. Now no one dared to stop the two from going to the box.

After all, no one wants to be the next poor person to lose his life. Although the old man said that he didn't want to have any physical conflict with others, the cane that directly stimulated Scar's foot without hesitation just now has already demonstrated the old man's cold-bloodedness.

Anyone who believes what this old man says is an idiot!

There were even people who knelt down and begged for mercy after accidentally touching the old professor's coat. Looking at these people begging for mercy, the professor helped them up with a smile on his face. However, the more he did so, the more terrified others felt, and they couldn't figure out what this person was thinking...

Although the old man had a smile on his face, the more I looked at him, the more I felt that the smile was fake.

After the old professor entered his box, he sat on the noble chair and breathed a sigh of relief. How should I put it? Using one's own personality and momentum to overwhelm others is also a skill that a villain should master. After all, meaningless disputes will only waste people's mood and physical strength.

When people get old, they should experience life quietly instead of fighting with others all the time.

Although the old professor didn't want any fighting to happen, fighting was inevitable on the other side.

Holmes looked at the security guard guarding the entrance, gently weighed his cane, and then rushed out quickly. The tip of the cane almost touched the security guard's chest in the next instant, and then Holmes's hand knife fell on the security guard's neck, knocking him unconscious.

Chris's face showed a bit of admiration and envy. After all, not everyone has the skill to hit someone with a knife. Aren't there always news reports on the Internet about people trying to knock someone out but ending up getting beaten up?

Holmes ignored the look Chris was giving him, and simply reached out to take out the clothes on the security guard and the clothes from the cabinet next to him, and threw the clothes to Chris, "Put on this coat, we are still dressed too much like a detective."

Next they will go deeper into the underground world, where there are the black markets and black trading platforms of the whole of London. It's not that there are no righteous people coming here to post the content of transactions or inquire about information, but because almost all the shop owners here are tainted with some shadow of black transactions.

If I were to wear a detective coat and tell others what I do so openly, it would only cause trouble for the traders here and myself.

Christian nodded. Although he had heard that there was a so-called black trading space underground in every city, this was his first time here. Therefore, he did whatever Holmes did. It was better to follow an experienced person than to know nothing, figure things out, and then get into trouble.

On the other side, in the preparation area for the contestants, a team of Chinese people were constantly fiddling with the various instruments they had bought and installing them. Of course, they themselves knew very well whether these instruments were useful or not.

After closing the door, he pulled the covering cloth open, revealing three coffins. When the three coffins were opened, there were three zombies inside. Because a lot of people with special abilities were sent out to capture these zombies earlier, the bodies of these three zombies were more or less mutilated.

"Let's quickly sew these three zombies together into a complete entity. Then we can say that this is our masterpiece, Frankenstein! We can tie it to a special rack and not be afraid of it struggling. As long as those foreigners believe it, it will be fine!"

Several people hurriedly took out saws and ropes used to sew bodies. The blades of the saws were stained with rooster blood to enhance the saw's ability to dismember these creatures that could be called zombies. Not only that, they also took tape and used it to fix the talismans on the heads of two of the zombies again.

At the same time, he also bought a mask to ensure that the talisman paper on the zombie's face would be seen by others.

This mask was specially customized and purchased by them, and it would be put on the face of the zombie that needed to go on stage. With the help of the buttons in their hands, they could use the mechanism to tear off or stick the drawing on the head again, thus disguising themselves and controlling the superficial state of life and death of the corpse.

This is a foreign country and not many people know about zombies. These alchemists who have gathered here don't know much about some of the "magical species" in the far east. This is why these guys have the courage to bring zombies and pretend to be alchemists to participate in this competition.

While these scammers were working hard, an alchemist in another room was constantly confirming the data from his experiments. Behind him was a huge jar in which a humanoid corpse was floating. The body had traces of surgical sutures and a large number of tubes inserted into it.