Can't Stop Drawing

One second, two seconds, three seconds... nothing happened.

There was no electric arc flashing, and the bed sheets didn't change in any way, and he was still lying on the bed quietly as if he had been ravaged by himself.

Cold sweat rolled down Edward's forehead.

Alchemy has failed.

Link looked at Edward with interest, and when he saw sweat dripping from his forehead, he took out a gel pen from his pocket.

"Give."

Looking at Link suspiciously, Edward still took the gel pen that Link handed over and asked, "This is... a pen?"

"Yes. Do you want to draw an alchemy formation on the ground and try it out? I'm still very curious about your alchemy." Link laughed.

Glancing at Link, Edward focused his gaze on the gel pen in his hand, and then on the white floor.

"Is it possible?" Edward reconfirmed, and he also wanted to know if alchemy really couldn't be used in this world.

Link nodded.

So, with permission, Edward lay down on the ground and drew a standard circle casually.

Looking at this standard circle, Link let out an ooh in surprise.

Filling in the standard alchemy patterns, Edward glanced at the fruit basket on the bedside table, and modified some specific alchemy texts, turning the alchemy array into something that could handle apples.

After finishing the painting, Edward took out an apple from the fruit basket and placed it in the center of the formation.

Putting his hands together again, Edward solemnly pushed outside the formation.

Link noticed that when his hands were pressed on the ground, Edward's will flowed out and poured into the formation.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Nothing happened.

Chapter 397 The Door of Truth Here

For a moment, Edward's eyes became absent-minded and hopeless, as if he had seen the most terrifying malice in the world, as if he was facing the body of an ancient god.

Even if Edward went crazy in the next second, Link would not be surprised.

But after taking a deep breath, Edward's eyes became, became more determined, exuding the brilliance of hope.

Edward knew that he still had one last method that he hadn't tried, a method that he couldn't easily try.

The human body is made.

The quickest and easiest way to face the truth.

Try to resurrect the dead with a human body, and take over the power of God beyond human reason, then you will be able to see the gatekeeper of God standing in front of everyone.

Edward had seen the truth several times.

For the first time, he lost his left leg as a punishment for his attempt to resurrect his mother, as a price for his knowledge of the truth, and as a punishment for himself.

The second time, in order to save his younger brother, he sacrificed his right arm in exchange for his younger brother's soul, allowing him to possess the armor.

Last time, in order to escape from the failed Gate of Truth space created by the artificial man's father, he teamed up with the enemy, using the human body to refine it, and returned to the real world through the Gate of Truth.

It can be said that every time you go to the Gate of Truth, you need to pay a price, travel expenses, and it is extremely expensive travel expenses.

The best travel fare is - the Philosopher's Stone.

The most dazzling legendary thing in alchemy, the ultimate material that claims to be able to replace everything, a miraculous thing that can ignore the concept of equivalent exchange.

Edward used to be pursuing such a miracle of alchemy, hoping to use it to restore his body and his brother's body.

However, the price of the miracle was completely unacceptable to the two.

The main material of the legendary Philosopher's Stone is human souls, and what is consumed by using it is only the human souls in the Philosopher's Stone.

There is no breakthrough in the concept of equivalent exchange at all.

Putting your hands together is invalid, and writing a formation by hand is invalid. Edward doesn't know if he can succeed in writing a formation of human beings.

Even if it succeeds, Edward doesn't have enough travel expenses, and it is impossible for him and two uncle synthetic beasts to pass through the gate of truth and return to Amestris.

He could only hope that Truth would not charge his toll this time.

But this is just thinking about it, it is simply impossible.

Watching Edward's expression changes all the way, Link chuckled lightly, attracting Edward's attention.

"Fullmetal Alchemist, I actually know you better than you think." Link twitched his index finger around his head twice, and smiled.

Under Edward's puzzled gaze, Link took out something from his pocket and threw it to Edward.

Somewhat flusteredly took the things that Link swept over, Edward held it in the palm of his hand without opening it.

Although he only had a glimpse and saw the color of the thing, Edward understood what it was in the palm of his hand in an instant.

"The Philosopher's Stone... Where are you from..." Edward suppressed anger in his voice.

"Don't get me wrong, this is not something from our side." Link pointed to the next door, "I found it from your two friends, they said they picked it up after helping you, you should know The origin of this thing."

Edward was silent.