I build nuclear bombs in the giant world

After peeling off that outer layer, the unknown darkness is exposed to everyone.

It has no shape and seems to be able to change at will. The dark surface is covered with eyeballs and sneering mouths, much like the Pride that Isaac and Hughes once saw.

"It's a very precise formation. It's a pity that you are not the designer of the formation and cannot adapt to changes. As long as I make a little disguise, I can deceive it."

Darkness spread across the ground, tethering Isaac.

The entire room was enveloped in darkness, sunlight was absorbed, sound and light disappeared.

Until a flame ignited in Roy's hand. He was the alchemist of fire, the magician of fire. The fire light illuminated the surroundings. The darkness was like paint covering the walls and ceiling, and eyeballs were staring everywhere. Watching them.

Roy stretched out his hand and sprayed a beam of flame from his palm to burn the darkness, but it had no effect at all.

"Damn it!" Edward and Alphonse also tried to use alchemy to attack the unknown object, but their attacks seemed to hit the shadow.

"Stop wasting your energy." The voice of the villain in the bottle seemed to come from all directions: "You have already left reality. It is impossible for you to attack me because you are in the cracks."

"As precious talents, just stay there and rest assured. I will not kill you. You will witness the birth of God with me, hahahaha!"

Unbridled laughter echoed in the darkness, the restraints on Isaac's body disappeared, and then everything returned to calm.

In reality, the entire Central Command is missing a corner.

Roy's office was swallowed whole by the villain in the bottle. It integrated the interstitial space in Gradoni's body into his own body, thereby capturing the human pillar and the human pillar.

It surged back to the appearance of Hohenheim, and then used alchemy on the missing building to restore the bricks and wooden tables.

"Then, you can almost wake up." The little man in the bottle snapped his fingers: "You are still useful for the time being. During the war, there must be no trouble in the rear."

Those lying on the ground opened their eyes and returned to their posts with dull eyes.

As the little man in the bottle left, their eyes became clear one by one, they forgot what had just happened, and continued working.

The man in the bottle returned to his basement, looked at the map on the table, touched his chin and pondered something.

He looked at it for a long time, and his brows gradually wrinkled.

"If it's the developer who made the formation."

"Forget it, there are only the last three places anyway. In order to ensure that the ceremony goes ahead, let's do this."

"Sloth." The man in the bottle called someone's name.

From the darkness, a tall man as tall as a giant walked out. His body was like a brown bear, and his exposed muscles swelled as if they were about to explode.

The artificial man, Sloth, is an emotion separated from himself, but his mind is simpler than that of Gradoni. He is probably too lazy to think. Unless he is given clear instructions, he will not know what he should do. What to do.

"Father." Sloth looked over blankly.

"I have a task for you, Sloth." The little man in the bottle waved: "Come over here, come to me."

On the other side, on the hills of Real.

"The little man in the bottle took the initiative to attack. Although our formation formation can kill the artificial man, it has almost no effect on it." Ian took off his goggles and talked to Hohenheim; "Isaac, and Brother Edward , Colonel Roy and Lieutenant Colonel Hughes of the army, all five of them were trapped in the crack, which is probably the crack of the door of truth."

"It's too risky." Hohenheim held his head: "We don't know the true identity of that guy at all. It's still too difficult to save everyone."

He had some regrets. If he had followed his original plan, although some people would have to be sacrificed to complete the Blood Seal, most of the others would probably be saved.

"I know how to get out of the crack." Ian said: "As long as you have the Philosopher's Stone, you can open the door. Now, only Mr. Hohenheim can rescue them. Although the new formation is still It's a little short of work, but let's go to the capital now and finish everything there."

Ian took off his oil-stained gloves and pointed at his own handiwork.

"This is the first aircraft manufactured in my hometown. Although it has some shortcomings in performance, it is easy to manufacture. I participated in the entire production process, so as long as the materials are available, I can use alchemy to restore it. ”

"You were born in a quite advanced country." Hohenheim sighed: "The scientific and technological development of this country is basically in the hands of the little man in the bottle. When I saw airships and hot air balloons more than ten years ago, I was very I was surprised. I didn’t expect that there is a vehicle like an airplane that uses an engine to fly in the air. The world is indeed so vast.”

He reached out and patted the plane's steel wings, feeling the unique touch.

"No, the country was not advanced when I was born." Ian shook his head and said: "Actually, Mr. Hohenheim, I was born a slave like you. When I was young, people were still using horse-drawn carriages, trains and steam engines. This kind of thing is unheard of.”

"Then how did you build the airplane?"

"The story in the middle is too long. If you are interested, I will take the time to tell it to you if I have the opportunity in the future." Ian sat on the driver's seat and started the engine: "Rather than this, why don't you come up and join us? Let’s take a test flight?”

"This is really..." Hohenheim hesitated, sat in the back seat of the plane, and put on his helmet and goggles.

The engine made a rumbling sound, black smoke was discharged from the pipe, and the propeller rotated, moving the aircraft on the polished smooth runway.

The plane glided out along the edge of the hill and flew into the sky.

Hohenheim's beard was trembling. He held the handrail tightly, feeling the wind, and looking at the shrinking buildings below, he had an incredible feeling.

Ian took him for a loop in the sky and flew above Real, but there was not a single person on the street.

He controlled the plane to fly straight over the loess and sandy plains, heading to higher places and heading to nearby areas.

Gradually, the sky was no longer clear, and the dark clouds were pressing down like heavy lead sheets, making Hohenheim feel a little depressed.

You can see black spots like ants moving forward on the ground. They are not ant colonies, but armies.

"Is that the army of Amestris? Have they all arrived here?" Hohenheim looked into the distance.

"After all, there are only three days left before the solar eclipse. It must be very anxious to complete the formation of the country." Ian said.

"Isn't Isaac on the line with the army? Didn't he have time to stop the army's actions?" Hohenheim asked.

"No, he has cleared up the misunderstanding with Colonel Roy and Lieutenant Colonel Hughes. With Colonel Roy's explanation and help, the Armstrong family and some former Ishval officers who participated in the war are willing to delay the outbreak of the war." Ian said: "But at present, it seems that the troops here are not able to talk."

"In short, we still can't let the war start so easily. Let's create a little trouble for them." Ian pulled the joystick, and the plane quickly lifted up and flew into the dark clouds.

Hohenheim suddenly discovered that the wind blowing in his face disappeared. His exposed face could no longer feel the breath of wind, as if there was an invisible barrier surrounding him.

Protected by a barrier, the plane shot straight into the black clouds.

Ian's eyes lit up and glowed golden.

The flow of elements in the air was disrupted, strong winds sprang up, and there was lightning and thunder in the black clouds.

"Hey, you can't be so unlucky." The commander of the army looked up at the sky.

Big raindrops fell on the tip of his nose.

Then there was a heavy downpour, as if a valve had opened in the reservoir in the sky, and the water poured down, quickly soaking the desert beneath their feet.

The road became extremely muddy and slippery. Walking was like walking in the snow, which was very strenuous. People slipped from time to time, and the marching speed of the army was quickly slowed down.

"No wonder the air has become humid recently. Is this even possible?" Hohenheim exclaimed.

"It's just a temporary measure." Ian said: "If the person behind it is not dealt with, they will not withdraw their troops. Once a fight breaks out, many ignorant people will die."

"As expected, we still have to go to the capital," Hohenheim sighed.

In fact, he is extremely unwilling to confront the villain in the bottle. He is not afraid of death. He has lived for four hundred years and has no nostalgia for his own life. What he is afraid of is that he will accomplish nothing when he dies, and he is afraid that he will not be able to save his compatriots when he dies. Their souls failed to save their son and the humans on this land.

But now that it has come to this point, and even his son has been arrested, it is impossible to find another way.

"The fuel has been filled up. You can refuel during the flight. Let's go directly to the capital. All the people in Leor have been evacuated. They will not come back before the end of the war. This place will not be carved with blood again. It’s engraved,” Ian said.

During the few days he stayed in Leor, he was doing evacuation work. Under his organization, both the elderly and children were evacuated to further borders. He used alchemy to create an underground underground border. Air raid shelters, transport water and food there in advance.

The crystalline puppet left there will maintain order for him.

"We have done everything we can. Regarding the military side, we just believe in the righteous people in this country." Ian turned around and said: "Sometimes you don't have to think about having to shoulder everything alone. If it's worth it, Trusted companions, it doesn’t hurt to rely on them a little,”

"That's right. If I was willing to confess everything to Teresa at that time, maybe I could see her for the last time." Hohenheim sighed: "I am an unfit father, and it's time to go see the two brothers." ”

So the plane reversed its direction in the air, flying straight towards the center of the world amid the storm and lightning. (End of chapter)