The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 657 No.20 Act Two. The People Behind the Scenes
"who are you?"

The gray-haired man asked, his voice was a little empty, as if it was fleeting.

"So you're the one who gave them the recipe, right?"

Rosen didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Using these people to absorb souls, and then you harvest at the end, this idea is very common."

"Hehe, what are you talking about?"

The man stroked the hair on his forehead, and asked a little sullenly.

"You claim to be able to brew golden wine for them, but in fact, that recipe is not for summoning the soul of the so-called saint at all."

Rosen shrugged and said, he thinks he has seen more saints than most people in this world, and he has never heard of any way to summon the souls of saints, so this statement will fool those who don't know the truth The crowd is okay, for him, it is almost obvious at a glance.

"What that formula creates is actually the Philosopher's Stone."

Huge, tormented souls condense to create what is known as the taboo sage stone in alchemy.

This kind of stone has extraordinary power. Although it can't turn ordinary things into gold like in the legend, just one stone can release enough energy to destroy a city, but because the manufacturing method is too cruel , so it is avoided in most alchemy books.

"I don't know what your purpose is for making the Philosopher's Stone, but I have a few questions for you, former chief alchemist, Mr. Serrad Sprott."

Hearing the name, the man's expression changed slightly. He didn't know whether it was because Rosen saw his thoughts, or because Rosen learned his name, or both.

"You were originally a famous alchemist, but in Ishbal 700 years ago, you used the Advent Ceremony to try to summon the people of Chaos, but at that time you accidentally obtained the by-product of the Philosopher's Stone, which allowed you to continue your life to this day. See It's very important to you to come to that thing."

Rosen said that the man in front of him doesn't look like he has lived for 700 years, but there is no doubt that according to the information Rosen got, this is the culprit that caused the crime capital to appear 700 years ago.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that someone could figure out that period of history. I thought this name should have been judged as dead long ago."

It seems that because what Rosen said was accurate, Serrad did not deny it, but instead showed a gloomy smile.

"Although the Philosopher's Stone can be used as a material for casting spells, its most essential purpose is to extend life. The body can maintain immortality through various means, but the soul cannot. Unless it is advanced to legend, the soul will sooner or later be washed away by the long river of time. Decay in the middle, and finally annihilate."

"Is that why you keep killing?"

Ain obviously cannot accept this. In her opinion, Serad's behavior is no different from those of the cultists who believe in the people of Chaos.

Although not Chaos, it is more resentful than the People of Chaos.

"Little girl, when you feel that life is withering and all the good things are quietly gone, you will also seek immortality just like me."

Serrad didn't know whether he was confident or he had a trump card. He didn't feel any fear in the face of Rosen and Ain, but said slowly.

"Although the Philosopher's Stone can continue the soul to a certain extent, it is like adding new firewood to the extinguishing flame, but the fire has been extinguished, and the added soul will only pollute the purity of the flame. Every time If I use the Philosopher's Stone to extend my life, the purity of my soul will drop a little bit, like this."

Serad raised his left hand, and a cloud of gray mist emerged, turning into countless wailing faces surrounding his fingertips. At the same time, it could be seen that the ends of Serad's body had become somewhat transparent, like It's a ghost, swaying in the wind.

"But you two, I am amazed at how powerful your soul is, especially you."

Celad pointed to Rosen.

"Such a powerful soul may only be possessed by a saint. For me, even if it is a flame, I will definitely pounce on it as a moth."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

There was no hint of joy in Rosen's voice, because he knew that it was impossible for Serrad to come here without any preparations, and he might even have one or two Philosopher's Stones in his hand. If they were detonated at will, it might bring To a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The next moment, without any warning, Serrad moved.

Behind him, four swaying souls turned into arrows and came towards Rosen.

swish swish—

The arrows of the soul were fast, and they arrived in front of Rosen in a blink of an eye. These arrows contained a certain amount of resentful spirits. Even if they were defended physically, they would interfere with the spirit of the victim, and even hurt To the soul, generally speaking, it can only be avoided. This is also the tactic Serad used to induce Rosen to move.

But Rosen only raised one hand, and blocked all four soul arrows, and they disappeared without a trace.

No mental interference, no soul damage, nothing happened.

Rosen waved his hand, as if sweeping away dust, and lightly erased those soul arrows, which surprised Serad.

What kind of realm has this person reached?

Serrad himself is a gold rank, although his strength has been reduced due to years of continuation of life, but he has integrated tens of thousands of souls from the Philosopher's Stone, and his attack on souls is not weak at all, even surpassing Most of the golden order.

However, the man in front of him disintegrated Serrad's attack without any effort. Could it be that his attainment in soul spells has surpassed Serrad who has survived for 700 years by relying on the Philosopher's Stone?
Serrad's heart trembled, he clasped his hands together, and then pulled them apart. In his palms, dozens of magic circles flickered, and white mist lingered. This was a combination of ancient magic and soul power.

He took a step back, and between his hands, a gray-white spear loomed. The thunder spread and formed the blade of the spear. There was a hissing sound, and the lightning flashed between the carriages. At the same time, a depressive and frenzied atmosphere spread Come.

"!!!"

Serad casts spells very quickly, and seemingly complex spells can be completed from prototype to completion in just one breath.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, countless dead souls howled out from the lightning spear, setting off a storm from the nether world, and the entire carriage began to shake violently as if it had been caught in a shower.

In a flash, the dead soul spear immediately arrived in front of Rosen.

but--

Rosen took a step forward, and all the gusts and rain, all the screams and screams, and all the thunder and lightning disappeared.

Everything returned to calm, as if nothing happened.

"Please start your show."

Rosen raised his right hand lightly to signal.

(End of this chapter)