Hohenheim had an eccentric personality and rarely greeted anyone in the Alchemist Guild, so he was not well-liked.
This was the first time Hohenheim had greeted him in Morton's memory, but he never expected it to be like this.
Yang Cheng swung his Soul-Severing Spear down again, but this time he failed to shake the formation in front of the alchemy laboratory.
Hohenheim glanced at Yang Cheng with disdain and said indifferently, "This is an alchemical array connected to the entire Saint Brand ley line; you cannot shake it."
Hohenheim seemed unwilling to talk to Yang Cheng. He turned his gaze to Morton, and instead of his usual aloof and taciturn demeanor, he laughed excitedly:
"Look what I've created! I've accomplished the greatest masterpiece in the history of alchemy! I've seen the source!"
The Creator created humankind, but I not only created humankind, I even created God!
I have grasped the essence of the world and obtained authority greater than that of the Creator!
Hohenheim's face gleamed with fanaticism as he held a flask filled with a clear liquid containing a lifelike little figure.
The little figure was only the size of a fist, but unlike an infant, it had hands and feet, and with its eyes slightly closed, it exuded a sense of majesty and mystery.
Judging from its appearance, it bears a striking resemblance to one of the four heads of the cherubim, the god of wisdom.
Morton shouted, "Hohenheim, stop!"
Your alchemy skills are indeed unparalleled. There may be no more powerful alchemist than you in the entire Assyrian Kingdom and the entire Alchemist Guild.
But to create this thing, you're actually sacrificing the entire population of Saint Brand! That's millions of lives!
This is insane, stop!
"She is not a thing! Her name is Homunculus, she is a god I created, and the first god created by human hands!"
Hohenheim roared madly, "Sacrificing millions to make a god is not madness, it is their honor!"
Morton has given up trying to persuade Hohenheim.
He wasn't bewitched by the evil god; he was simply deluded by his own desires.
Hohenheim stretched out his palm, where a blood-red alchemical rune was imprinted.
As Hohenheim imprinted the alchemical array in his palm onto the earth, the nine alchemical laboratories simultaneously began to emit a dazzling, sky-piercing light.
This radiance not only enveloped the central area, but also gradually began to spread throughout the entire St. Brand.
At this moment, Grace finally arrived with the West Precinct police. Not only the West Precinct police, but also the police from the Central Precinct and even the other three precincts. Everyone began to set up cordons and evacuate the crowd.
Grace walked over, looking anxious, and asked, "Can we stop this thing? The moment the alchemical array spread, some frail and sickly elderly people suddenly fell into a coma. Could this be related to it?"
Morton stared intently at the alchemical array, his brow furrowed: "Of course it's related. Hohenheim wants to create a true god, and now the little man in the bottle has already acquired a trace of divinity."
But he also had to sacrifice the entire central district and even the entire Saint Brand, using their souls to replenish the divine power of the man in the bottle.
Right now, only some elderly and sick people can't hold on. As time goes on, even adults will have their souls extracted by the sacrificial array!
But now we can't even break Hohenheim's alchemical array!
Yang Cheng remained silent, but he was already preparing to take out his three-pointed double-edged sword to break the formation with his strongest power.
At this point, many more people poured into the cordon.
"Leave the breaking of the formation to me."
Morton turned around and exclaimed with delight, "President!"
An elderly man dressed in a magnificent and elaborate magic robe walked over and sighed, "It is the responsibility of the Alchemist Guild that Hohenheim did such a thing, and of course we must find a way to make amends."
This old man was Salil, the president of the Alchemist's Guild.
In fact, for a loose organization like the Alchemist's Guild, Hohenheim's responsibility for doing such a thing is not that great, since he could not control Hohenheim.
But Hohenheim was, after all, a registered alchemist of the Alchemists' Guild, and he would have to give an explanation for this matter later.
Salil drew an alchemical array under his feet, and the alchemical runes appeared almost instantly.
A colossal alchemical cannon, over ten meters in size and consisting of eight cannon barrels, appeared within the formation, looking incredibly terrifying.
As various elemental arrays converged on the alchemical cannon, a single shot blast caused a crack to appear on Hohenheim's array.
"Damn it! You can't stop me! You can't stop me!"
Hohenheim pressed both hands to the ground at the same time, and his arms, like Morton's, were engraved with countless alchemical arrays.
However, all these alchemical arrays were of the same type, with powerful energy injected into the arrays surrounding the laboratory to withstand the alchemical cannon.
However, his arms were already beginning to dissolve under the powerful force of the alchemical array, but Hohenheim didn't care at all.
Salil, the president of the Alchemists' Guild, sighed deeply.
Given Hohenheim's level of alchemy, he should have become a Grand Alchemist long ago; even the Guild Master is not as powerful as Hohenheim.
However, it is precisely because of the rigid system of the Alchemist Guild that some alchemists with money and power behind them, like Fast, occupy high positions.
Alchemists like Morton and Hohenheim, who relied entirely on their own abilities, found it difficult to advance in their careers.
Salil has decided that he must completely change the rules of the Alchemist Guild in his generation, otherwise alchemists will not disappear, but the Alchemist Guild will.
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