[Steel Flame Steel] Blue Lion

Alchemists don't even have companions.

"three."

Ed paced back and forth agitatedly. He waved his arms at Cleese to signal him to get on the military vehicle quickly and leave this area that was about to be destroyed, with a fortitude that had never appeared on his face.

"two."

Roy checked his glove again to make sure it didn't break down during the attack.He could feel the endless power gushing out from the ring.This may be what Ed said, what he will see one day - the Philosopher's Stone.

"One! Take action."

'boom--'

The second after Ed's voice fell, explosions sounded one after another in the sky above the Ishbal area.Like a roaring beast - Ed thought silently, clasping his hands together.

Enduring the strong nausea, Ed squatted down and covered the bottom with his hands, carefully and gently.But that doesn't make his alchemy less aggressive, combined with the power of the Philosopher's Stone, ear cones protrude from the ground and the walls of buildings and turn the entire area into hell - there is nowhere to hide , as long as it is the Ishbal people in this battlefield, at least five blood holes have been penetrated all over their bodies.

destroy?

Their speed is several percentage points higher than that of military vehicles that have reached the top speed, and the possibility of dodging is almost equal to zero.But on this point, it is the same in every region that has a national alchemist.

Roy snapped his fingers casually, and then he saw a burning flame appear in the air instantly.The levels of hydrogen and oxygen were adjusted to the optimum conditions to ensure the smooth operation of alchemy - but he did not know that the flames themselves were fierce enough to envelop the entire town.

It was completely beyond his expectation.

The black-haired man frowned at the ring on his hand with surprised and slightly frightened serious eyes. The bright red color made people unable to look away.His pitch-black overcoat rattled in the gusts of wind as the flames erupted.

With such unbelievable power, it's no wonder Ed showed that expression.But a discordant feeling still arises from the bottom of Roy's heart. If the Philosopher's Stone can only provide strength for alchemists, Ed has no reason to hate this thing at all.

Is there a problem with the production process?

It is incredible, in fact, at this time, Roy has already shown his ability.Obvious exclusions and assumptions, he positioned the various reasons why the Philosopher's Stone touched the bottom line of charity in a very small range-he planned to wait until after the war to distract himself from understanding this kind of thing.

He wants to know everything about Ed, past and present, without leaving any room.The blond officer always walked in front of him, which made Roy feel very bad.He could feel Ed's curiosity and restlessness that were not easily satisfied, and he firmly believed that one day the blond officer would go where even he couldn't find it.

The flame continued to burn, and the stench of burning charred began to permeate the air. Roy closed his eyes, knowing that no matter what he thought about, he couldn't stop the turbulent mood and nauseated stomach—he might I won't eat barbecue-related food, especially barbecue, in my life.

The entire Ishbal battlefield fell into hell, and everything was over in just one night.

The ring fell from Roy's hand to the ground, and he knelt down suddenly, curling himself into a ball.After the bright red color disappeared, he was able to see clearly what had happened in this town—the one-sided massacre, and he did not leave a single survivor.

It's hard to imagine how these Ishbal people who couldn't escape were driven to despair in the sea of ​​​​fire. Those greedy tongues of fire licked their bodies, and the scorching temperature burned their skin, making crackling sounds.

They watched themselves burnt, savored the pain and died.In fact, this was even crueler than killing them directly—Roy felt his stomach twitch suddenly.

"Well—" the dark-haired man stopped his sobs, and he swore that this would be the last time, the last time he would carry out such an order, to his unreasonable and compulsive orders.

Compared with Roy, Ed's situation is not much better.The high-temperature flames can burn human corpses to ashes, but his sharp cone cannot make these people disappear.So Ed could see the corpses all over the ground, and the hatred twisted on their faces.

He hated himself for being so helpless, and habitually put his hand on his wound.He still wasn't able to complete his idea, or rather, he was more inclined to his subordinates than the Ishbal people——damn reason.

"Commander Elric, you can leave now." After learning that the war was over, Cress immediately set off from the camp before dawn, and drove to Ed in front of him in a military vehicle.His boss seemed to be digging into a corner again, Krys sighed, "It's over."

He put a hand on Ed's shoulder, softening his tone.It is a headache to have such a boss. Although it is a headache, Kles admires him very much.But now is not the time for Ed to think of himself as a quarrelsome child, "We can leave this place and return to the center."

Back to central?Ed stared blankly at Kress, and finally a wry smile appeared in the focus of his eyes.Yes, there is no way for him to return to Lishbrough now. He did such a thing and still wanted to seek comfort, not to mention that he is completely unqualified now-an unqualified stranger.

"...I see." Ed nodded, glanced at the linen cloak on the ground, but failed to pick it up.He felt that every part of his body was covered with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke, and he couldn't get rid of them in his life.

The military vehicle was driving steadily, and Ed specially asked Cress to go around in a big circle to observe the situation of alchemists in other countries, including the few majors who had been handed over to him.Almost all the scenes are the same, collapsed buildings and dead people, lifeless breath and fragmented flesh and blood.

Is this what you want, cyborg?Ed's left hand tightly grabbed his thigh, his nails pricked the wound but he didn't respond at all.Carry out research on the Philosopher's Stone, start wars capriciously, and end wars capriciously.So what is the National Alchemist in their eyes-a living weapon of a mobile fort?

He used to think that the synthetic beast Chimera... or that the damage caused by Scar was the act of a demon, but now it seems that he himself is actually one of the creators.

"It's a pity that White can't wait for this moment." Claes, who was driving, said suddenly, and he clenched the steering wheel reflexively - the brilliance of the sunrise gradually shone from a distance, staying on his face, making him feel His eyes were dyed with a soft light, "He always thought that the war would end soon."

Hearing these words, Ed suddenly became stiff. He began to tremble and gritted his teeth in self-blame.Regret, sadness, and more unexplained emotions appeared on his face.

"I have applied to the President, and I can take him back." A few seconds later—maybe centuries later, when Kress was about to say something else to interrupt the frozen air, Ed said Said.A tide of guilt and pain suddenly flooded his heart.

"That's enough." Kress replied in a whisper, he didn't want to be harsh on the officer.White has made his own choice, so he should respect and understand, instead of transferring the fault to the boss who only shows his soft side to his peers here-that is too cruel.

They were able to bring White back instead of him being weathered and forgotten with the region. "We can build a tomb and let him stay in it comfortably..."

"Maybe we should tell his relatives and send him back to his birthplace, his roots." Ed interrupted before he had time, forcing a smile.

"He has no relatives, Colonel." Kress replied, stopped the military vehicle and walked down first, then opened Ed's car door, "But I think he must want to stay in the middle." He saluted a standard military salute, " Congratulations on your triumph, my lord."

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"Maybe lying in it is really not a comfortable choice." Ed draped his bright red coat on his shoulders, and stood in front of the tombstone with his right hand in his pocket.He had a rare awkward smile on his face, but he became serious in the next second, "I plan to continue to be exposed to danger, to complete the thing that is worth my life."

Salute and leave.

It has been a year since the end of the Ishbal War. Although the military rank has been promoted to 'General Commander', Ed is still commanded by the mission of President Kim Bradley to run all over the country.It's almost time to settle down... It's a pity that he didn't have such a chance at all.

"If I didn't know the consequences of human body training, I would have..." Ed paused before leaving, and then said slowly.He kept his eyes wide open to prevent any tears from falling down.

The aftermath of the war still clung to him like a vine, and perhaps all the state alchemists.Nightmares and suffocating guilt are like terrifying beasts every second, and Ed, who has studied at university in Munich, naturally knows what this is-it can probably be regarded as traumatic stress disorder.

can not sleep,