"Let the war begin, from Zere to Dylan, from dwarves to orcs."
For our aspirations, for the great cause forged in our land.
Alchemists, let us forge the machines of war with our own hands, and set the world ablaze.
Those who created their own Titans, and those known as High Alchemists, reached a certain number.
The war that the El Empire has been waiting for is about to begin.
At the same time, they captured all the spies planted by the enemy, uprooting every stronghold and every secret agent.
For a perfect life, this is not a difficult thing.
They devour their souls, search their memories; once they capture one person, they can follow the clues and take down the entire spy system.
Faced with the surprise attack from the alchemists, these people didn't even have time to pass on the intelligence.
"Monster, monster, don't come near me!!!"
A spy safe house somewhere in the Kingdom of Zell is burning down, with only one member dressed in a black robe surviving.
His comrades lay on the ground, his enemies were right in front of him, and his weapons were still in his hands.
However, although he could theoretically resist and struggle, he had absolutely no strength to do so.
The reason is that the alchemist in front of him, who was responsible for cleaning him up, had already surpassed humanity.
The spy had just witnessed one of his colleagues move incredibly fast, slicing open the man's chest with a single sword stroke.
His comrade-in-arms seems to have succeeded? The sword has pierced his body, and perhaps his heart is shattered.
No, not a single drop of blood was shed by that person.
On the contrary, his comrades remained motionless, their bodies gradually withering away.
"Tsk... It's full of vitality, but the soul strength is completely insufficient. We really can't have too high expectations for warriors extracting the Philosopher's Stone."
Those were his exact words: his comrades died inexplicably, and then came the massacre of them.
Back to the present, as the last survivor, he broke down as the alchemist approached.
"Don't come any closer..."
"Why be afraid? You should be happy to die without pain in front of me in such a perfect state."
I have joined this glorious evolution; your blood and soul are the foundation upon which our brilliance is built.
The last survivor had a transmutation circle appear beneath his feet. It didn't need to be inscribed beforehand; it was completed entirely through mental power.
After that, there was no further movement in the safe house.
"Drip...drip...drip..."
The communicator is ringing.
"Has it been resolved?"
There seemed to be an explosion in the background of the conversation, and the alchemist realized that his colleague had probably caused a bit of a stir.
Of course, it wasn't surprising. If he remembered correctly, the owners of that stronghold were a group of wizards.
"It went very smoothly. With my abilities, how could I let these people get away?"
If they manage to leave any survivors, I'll go back and have His Highness cut off my head.
However, there was no extra benefit from this point; all the intelligence they possessed had already been destroyed by us.
With his back to the burning house, the alchemist walked further and further away.
"That's not a problem, anyway, most of the known spies in the country have already been eliminated."
Next, as His Highness told us, is it a total war against this world, right?
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