What do you value life?

The spies were still inside the testing ground, and they had naturally heard Edward's thoughts.

To create a world where everyone in the El Empire is a perfect being, and the costs of this process will be borne by other nations.

They saw everything that happened at the alchemy array just now.

Several vibrant lives vanished under the influence of alchemy, in exchange for Edward's evolution.

"You madman, you devil, I knew you alchemists were all bad."

You will be punished, your plan will not succeed, absolutely... hehe..."

Before he could finish speaking, Edward appeared before him, his arm reaching through the cage and gripping his throat.

That's not all. Several prisoners nearby saw something resembling a blood vessel pierce the man's neck from Edward's hand.

It extends along the artery all the way to the brain.

"Ah, so you are a centurion from the Kingdom of Zell?"

He was living a pretty good life in China; he had a wife and two children.

Was this time a spy mission undertaken for a higher reward, so that both children could afford to repair the chains?

His tentacles churned wildly inside the man's brain, extracting his memories and reading them slowly, as if they were a book.

It won't affect one's own memory and can still provide information about the target; this is also a result of the Perfect Life's ability development.

The others present looked as if they had seen a ghost. Is perfect life really that exaggerated?

"You love the country you live in and hope that we alchemists, who are considered dangerous, will not cause any trouble?"

"Yes, very good, you have a lot of ideas, but your ideas are impossible to realize."

Edward released the tentacles, withdrew his hand, and quietly looked at the spy in front of him.

"Let's get back to our previous topic. What do I value life?"

Yes, in my opinion, only the lives of those in our El Empire have their own value.

Everything else is merely a sacrifice in our march toward tomorrow.

The paradise I'm creating doesn't have room for you..."

To Edward now, he has become a perfect being, and everything in his eyes is no different from a loaf of bread.

But out of love for the country and its people, he was willing to let everyone have the same evolution.

As for others?

"All great works require sacrifices to be made; they do not need to understand, they will obey."

The spiritual energy was projected outwards, and a transmutation array appeared out of thin air, enveloping all the prisoners.

Next, the soul was extracted to forge the Philosopher's Stone, and the life force was extracted and gathered into a kind of concentrated energy substance.

The usually noisy test site became quiet once again.

"Father, keep these safe. The amount I extracted should be enough to create two or three perfect lives."

"Alright, Edward, I can see you've made up your mind. So, have you considered this project? How can we ensure the quality and quantity of the resources we need?"

The emperor accepted these stones; each one was a convergence of life.

"How to obtain it? I've thought about this question before, after all, facing four countries would indeed be a bit troublesome."

They don't just stand still; they run, they fight back, and they hide so we can't find them.

Once war begins, there is a risk of a great deal of unnecessary waste, which is also a problem.