Planner of Age of Heroes

The scream came to an abrupt end with the sound of throat being torn and blood being sucked.

On the other side, the middle-aged alchemist brought his cage to find the underground world manager who was about to leave through the secret passage. Looking at the manager who was protected by bodyguards, the middle-aged alchemist did not hide the expression on his face and smiled gently, "I think I should have guessed what the purpose of your holding this competition is."

The manager of the underworld raised one of his hands to stop the bodyguards who were protecting him from pulling the trigger, giving the alchemist in front of him time to speak.

"Although I cannot guarantee 100% success, I have indeed researched the method of refining the fifth element, the Philosopher's Stone. As long as you successfully refine a Philosopher's Stone and then swallow it, your body will be able to regain its youth!"

The middle-aged alchemist did not notice that there was a mass of substance on his clothes, which shook slightly twice.

Hohenheim, who was moving against the flow of people, suddenly stopped and said, "Master, please allow me to split up. The artificial life form has captured the word Philosopher's Stone. I must go and see about this matter."

Did that person really feel the magic of this world and create the Philosopher's Stone, or did he use other means to create what he thought was the fifth element?

If it is the former, he will not hesitate to praise the alchemist and may even give this alchemist some of his life-long learning, but if it is the latter, it is up to him to judge whether this person can be called an alchemist.

Xia Yan nodded, indicating his agreement with Hohenheim's personal action, and then continued to follow Fran towards the stage. During this process, the green electric current on Fran's body permeated his body, and the disguise created through alchemy had completely disappeared.

A special-shaped broadsword appeared in Fran's hand, and the short-haired girl's pace became faster and faster.

On the other side, Holmes and Chris encountered a large number of underground traders and some alchemists who were fleeing. One of the alchemists, looking at the two people going in the opposite direction, understood that these two people were definitely not the same kind of people as them. After all, they were now hiding from the light and were constantly on the run. How could they be as leisurely as these two people?

The alchemist was actually in a bad mood. He had finally established contact with a small boss, but before they could continue their in-depth communication, the entire underground world was in chaos. The small boss he had finally found just turned around and ran away. It was all because of these uninvited people!

He doesn't care about these guys in front of him, whether they are private detectives or official national organizations. If they destroy the opportunity he has finally got, don't blame him for being ruthless!

The alchemist took out a large number of metal blocks from his pocket. Originally, he should have taken out a large amount of gold to be in line with the style of an alchemist, but unfortunately he did not have that much money, so he could only use these ordinary metals as his means of attack.

After the alchemist used his abilities and a small instrument to shape them, the original iron blocks all turned into sharp long knives, ready to give these people a chilling blow.

After seeing the alchemist's undisguised hostility towards him, Holmes quickened his pace, using the cane in his hand as a weapon to nimbly avoid the alchemist's attacks. His swift, decisive action made Chris, who had been following him, show a surprised expression on his face.

Originally, Chris thought he already knew enough about the powerful skills of his predecessors, but now it seems that he still underestimated them. So he thought, should he learn some Sanda or other martial arts?

Holmes easily dodged the alchemist's attack staff and swung it quickly, hitting the alchemist twice on the side of his heart and neck, making sure to incapacitate the opponent without taking any life.

At the same time, at the opening on the ground, Zhao Ruonan has removed the limitations of her abilities and is ready to go deep underground to deal with the zombie theft. At the same time, through the one or two people she just captured, she also learned that the zombies have been released from the cage, so she must speed up.

When Xia Yan and Fran arrived at the competition site, what they saw were corpses all over the ground, zombies sucking blood, and another Frankenstein swinging a corpse back and forth.

Chapter 122: You are the one bullying my daughter!

Looking at another Frankenstein who seemed to have fallen into madness, Little Frankenstein took two steps forward, opened the blade at the front of the weapon in his hand, and the emerald green Thunder Sword instantly attracted everyone's attention!

"Prepare... to attack!"

The other Frankenstein seemed to feel the powerful electric energy and instinctively turned his eyes to Fran. After all, his brain, which was still able to remember some things, was probably completely and irreversibly damaged under the action of the electric current. Now he could only control his body instinctively, and his actions should be considered the limit.

"Roar--!!"

This Frankenstein let out an angry roar, stretched out his hand to grab an instrument that had been partially destroyed by him, and raised it high. The various remaining experimental supplies on the instrument fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and some of the liquid in the jar also spilled onto the blood-stained ground, mixing with the blood and giving off a strange smell.

Frankenstein smashed the huge instrument towards where little Fran and the others were. However, little Fran swung the huge Thunder Sword and cut the instrument in half. The cut instrument fell into the surrounding boxes.

This Frankenstein roared, as if he was angry because his first attack failed. He kept turning his head to look around, then reached out to grab a corpse beside him, used the body as a weapon, and launched another charge.

However, at this moment, a coffin-like weapon was swung over and hit Frankenstein hard. Then the old professor kicked Frankenstein in the face in an unimaginable manner. The force that penetrated his entire body caused Frankenstein to twist to the side, and his head was almost completely separated from his body.

At this moment, there was no trace of gentlemanly elegance on the old professor's face.

"Go to hell with you for watching the fire from the other side of the river! How dare you bully my daughter! I will make sure you die without a burial place. I have tolerated you for so long! How dare you attack my lovely daughter!

you! over! Got it!

I am the Napoleon of the criminal world—Moriarty said so! Even Sherlock Holmes can’t save you! "

The coffin-like weapon was quickly retracted. Moriarty held it tightly with both hands. The edge of the coffin-like weapon, the tip of the coffin appeared, and the two sides of the muzzle opened to reveal a missile launcher.

"Now it's time to play the joker! The Noble Phantasm is revealed. I will prove my final form, the ultimate crime."

This space seemed to have returned to London hundreds of years ago. A full moon was hanging high in the sky, and above the buildings full of British and steam-style, a shadow jumped out quickly, and the pair of blue eyes were extremely dazzling in the moonlight and darkness.

Then, bullets and shells burst out and bombarded Frankenstein's body. Under the bombardment of bullets and shells, Frankenstein's skin and flesh began to break, especially the stitches of the silk threads, and his body began to spasm uncontrollably.

When Moriarty arrived in front of Frankenstein, the skeleton of this being made up of pieces of corpses was visible in most parts, one of its arms was missing, and its head was tilted to one side.

The muzzle of the coffin-like weapon in Moriarty's hand was aimed from bottom to top at the heart and brain of the being in front of him.

"Now it's time for punishment! How wonderful, the world is full of destruction! Hoohahaha! [Ultimate Crime]!!"

A beam of magic power burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the next moment it pierced through Frankenstein's heart and brain, and also penetrated the entire ceiling of the underground space. If the output of magic power had not been controlled, this final attack would probably have penetrated directly into the ground. Although he was a little impulsive and lost his mind because his beloved daughter was beaten, there was no doubt that the professor still remembered his limits.

I can't forget it, because my master is right next to me, and I don't want to be beaten up before I can do anything.

Looking at the fallen Frankenstein who was not as cute as his own daughter, the old professor curled his lips, and the weapon in his hand disappeared. Then he adjusted his gloves and clothes, rubbed his hands gently, and came to little Fran, "My dear daughter, do you miss your daddy?"

Fran just leaned to the side, then nodded somewhat reluctantly. This action alone was enough to make Moriarty open his mouth with a look of shock.

Xia Yan looked at the space covered with blood and frowned slightly. Moriarty quickly raised his hands and said, "Don't misunderstand me! Master, I just found two apprentices and didn't have time to do anything."

Xia Yan rolled his eyes at Moriarty and said, "What will happen if I really let you start making trouble?"

Moriarty pretended to show a sad expression on his face. "I am not thinking of anything terrible. I just want to make a slight change to the poor people who cannot be protected by the law. I am just protecting the world in the way of the villains."

"Even if you say that, I still feel uneasy. I have already cleared your tail twice. From now on, until Chaldea is established, you must stay with Holmes, and the two of you must act together."

"It is an honor for me that the Master trusts me so much."

The detective holding a cane also came at this time. He arrived at this space with a faint smile on his face. Behind him, Chris leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Senior... What is a Master?"

When Chris heard this word, he couldn't help but think of some weird things, such as master-servant play, master and servant and so on.

Holmes smiled and didn't blame his little apprentice for what was in his mind. "It's just that we often call each other that. To be precise, the relationship between us is like that of a boss and a subordinate, but it does have some master-servant connotations. Although I really want to start reminiscing about the past, there is still something that needs to be resolved first."

Several mechanical arms on Holmes' body pointed magnifying glasses at the bodies lying on the ground, "Then let's get started!"

A huge sphere appeared under Holmes' body, and then Holmes sat gently on it. One after another huge magnifying glasses popped out from it, surrounding the entire space. Then the light shone on every special corpse. Without exception, there were teeth marks on the necks of these corpses.

Chapter 123: Why are you still pretending to be Napoleon? I’m retiring!

"This is common sense, my dear friend—Elementary My Dear!"

One of the beams of light deliberately shone on Moriarty's face, which made the old professor very unhappy and he shouted Holmes' name.

At the same time, a beam of light shone into the corner of this space, where a zombie wearing modern clothes was gritting his teeth and baring his mouth, threatening all dangerous humans he could see like a wild beast.

After all, this zombie was captured by China's current ability users. The memories of his various special abilities are still stored in his somewhat rigid brain, which made him roar involuntarily.

Along with the zombie's roar, the corpse whose throat was bitten by the zombie twitched twice, then slowly crawled up, with his hands forward, feet together, and fangs in his mouth, but there was no such strong ferocity in his eyes.

Then the zombie that caused all this turned around and prepared to escape from here.

Xia Yan took a look at the current situation of the stage, raised his hand and gave an order, "Mr. Holmes and Professor Moriarty, please deal with these beings who have just been transformed into zombies. After that, Professor Moriarty must follow Mr. Holmes until Chaldea is established! If the professor can do it, I will leave Fran in London."

After hearing what Xia Yan said, Professor Moriarty's eyes lit up. Anyway, he had already planted the seeds, and it depended on how the seeds would grow into towering trees. Therefore, it didn't matter even if he was being monitored by a detective.

Anyway, he has retired, so let the students handle their own affairs. He wants to stay at home and take care of his daughter in her old age!

Then Xia Yan gave Fran an order, "Francis, I'll trouble you to take care of that zombie. Don't get hurt by its claws and teeth! I'm going to find Mr. Hohenheim now. After we get rid of that zombie, I'll trouble you to live with Mr. Holmes for a while!"

After saying that, Xia Yan took out an artificial life form from his pocket. A small arrow appeared on the round sphere, pointing to Hohenheim's location. If he could use his supernatural powers, he could go directly to Hohenheim's location in a short time. But unfortunately, he still had the opinion of the ability test on his wrist. Once he used his ability, there would be an additional record of his use with the official.

The action record will show the coordinates of where your abilities were used. Now is not the time to expose yourself.

Seeing Xia Yan disappear in the corridor, Fran clenched her weapon tightly, with a slightly angry look on her face. After all, she was supposed to be a berserker. Although she didn't say it, the girl still wanted to stay by Xia Yan's side...

The culprit behind all this was the zombie that tried to escape!

and so!

The tip of the weapon opened, and a giant emerald lightning blade spread outward. "Thunder, ready! Charging complete! The electric shock will hit! Crackling! Bang! Where are you running?!"

Fran rushed out quickly. She had become a heroic spirit at a much faster speed than the zombies who had just recovered their strength. The huge green lightning blade cut through the corridor, the room and the ceiling, leaving charred marks and cracks on the ground caused by the lightning explosion.

The green blade stabbed directly into the zombie's body, and Fran showed a smile on his face, "【Piercing Thunder Blade】!"

Under the high temperature of the green lightning, this zombie will suffer damage no less than that of a raging fire. Before the police arrive here, this zombie will probably be completely turned into charcoal.

The entire underground world seems extremely chaotic now, but there is still one place that is relatively calm, that is the office of the underground manager. No matter what, he is the person in charge of the dark space of a big city. If he destroys this street, he still has alternatives elsewhere, so it is not enough to make him very angry.

But this corner is indeed very dangerous now.

The reason why he was willing to preserve this office and not destroy it and had a hasty discussion here was that the man in front of him said that he had mastered the method of refining the Philosopher's Stone, and that this stone could also restore his health.

This alchemist is quite smart. After all, with so many people surrounding him, it would be extremely difficult for him to escape by himself. Therefore, it is a good idea to follow the underground manager. He can take a few minutes to see the results of this alchemist.

"You only have five minutes. If you cannot satisfy me, I will leave here in five minutes, and you will pay the price for your stupidity."

The middle-aged alchemist bowed slightly, then dragged in the cage he had been holding. The cage was a container, and around the cage were many special devices for refining. As long as the man activated his power, he could quickly turn the young girl in front of him into a stone from which life had been extracted.

"Leave it to me, and you'll soon have a brand new, youthful body."

However, before the middle-aged alchemist could press the button, a stream of water quickly exploded in his palm, and a calm voice sounded from outside the door, "The Philosopher's Stone is not something stained with blood."

The iron gate took on the hot color of the burning flames, and then a part of the gate began to dissolve rapidly and drip onto the ground, and the gate just opened like that.

At the door, a young man wearing white clothes and with dark blue hair stood quietly, holding a short blade surrounded by five elemental balls in his hand.

The middle-aged alchemist quickly turned his head and saw other people around him raising their guns. "Who is it?!"

Hohenheim slowly raised his hand, the power of the five elements was constantly merging and decomposing, and then a blood-red gem appeared in his hand. The power displayed by the gem was holy rather than bloody. "This is the Philosopher's Stone, the fifth element... What is the difference between what you did and re-extracting the lives of innocent people?

Youngster who dares to risk his life to break the taboo, I deny your identity as an alchemist, please learn what the magic of the five elements is like. "

The manager of the underground world raised his hand and invited the world's famous alchemists. He had no impression of the guy in front of him. "I don't know where this nameless person came from! Open fire and get rid of this arrogant guy!"

Hohenheim still had those calm eyes, watching everything, and then raised his hand.

Chapter 124: Elementalist's Magic Sword

“The wind…”

Along with the young man's call, green wind gathered here, and the storm compressed to the extreme burst outward. This green wind wall directly blocked the bullets fired by the security guards when they pulled the trigger.

This made the bodyguards who were changing bullets feel a little uneasy. Under the influence of this uneasy mood, two of them even dropped the magazines they were changing bullets on the ground, followed by the young man's calm voice.

"Water..."

As the young man raised his hand, a large amount of water gathered into beads and kept jumping in the space, knocking all the guns in the hands of the security guards aside. The young man's hand was still pointed at everyone, and his tone was extremely calm, like lake water, "I don't want to do anything related to killing, so can you please surrender?"

The middle-aged alchemist on the side clenched his fists. How could he agree to this? He wanted to start with this manager and become the most famous alchemist in the world. At the same time, he wanted to master the refining skills of the Philosopher's Stone and become the god of alchemy in the new era!

The middle-aged alchemist raised his hand again, ready to press the button of his instrument. As long as he pressed the button and used his ability to transform the girl into the crystal of life, he would be able to enhance his own strength and get rid of the guy in front of him. After all, there were many people who overdrew their lives and overused their spiritual powers.

As long as he has the crystal of life, he is not afraid of wasting his life and potential. This can also dispel the distrust in the heart of the underground administrator. That's right, just press it down! !

Of course Hohenheim saw the madness in the eyes of the middle-aged man, but in the end he sighed, raised his hand, and the elements burst outward according to his commands.

"Yan..."

A raging fire exploded on the body of the middle-aged magician. This time the elemental attack actually took the life of the middle-aged alchemist. Not only that, Hohenheim looked at the people around him and waved his hands again.

"It's so earthy..."

A large amount of condensed soil emerged from the ground. These soil blocks stuck to the legs of everyone in this space, and there were signs that they would continue to climb upwards. "Don't worry, I don't intend to take your lives, but please stay here quietly and wait for the judgment of secular law."

The administrator of the underground world took one look at the burnt alchemist and clenched his staff. On the one hand, he was angry that the opportunity he had waited so hard for had fallen through at such a sharp end. On the other hand, he was angry that although this guy in front of him was so rude to him, he had never been so passive in his decades of controlling the underground.

The old man stood up, ready to leave directly from here. He knocked the soil covering his legs with the walking stick in his hand. The vibration generated by the special design inside the walking stick, although it did not allow him to escape from the confinement immediately, restored his ability to move freely after a few times. Then he pressed the button next to it.

"After all, I have been in control of the London underworld for so many years, so I am not unprepared for anything."

A small door opened in the distance, and one fence after another rose from the ground, directly dividing the entire space into two small rooms, blocking Hohenheim on his own side of the explosion. At the same time, the ceiling above the entire room began to press down rapidly, and I'm afraid that everyone in the room with lights on will be crushed into meat paste.

"I am very kind. I will keep the light on for you. At least you won't die of fear in the dark."

Hohenheim closed his eyes and reorganized his mind, then pointed the short blade at the old man and the mechanism above the entire room. All evil should be eliminated. Although this alchemist always caused trouble unknowingly, there was no doubt that the alchemist's original intention was definitely to stand on the side of justice.

"Let me show you my light - guided by the true ether - the form of my delusion and my thoughts -!"

The elements began to rotate continuously around the short blade, and then burst out with colorful light. This powerful magic swept everything in the room. The fence made of special metal was simply unable to block the powerful magic explosion. The hidden part that continued to move downward and would eventually close with the ground was gradually shattered under the destruction of the magic.

The old man who had been roaming the London underground world for decades and was about to leave was directly swallowed up by this large amount of magic power. To use an old Chinese saying, perhaps this was the old man's doom, and he was destined to not be able to survive this calamity.

"[Elementalist's Demonic Sword]."

When everything was over, there were no more survivors in the room. Although for everyone present, these guys deserved to die, but it was different from what he had expected, which made the alchemist sigh. It was also at this time that Xia Yan rushed here, "Teacher! The space in this area is becoming more and more unstable!"