Lobotomy: Battle Master's Strongest Knight

"Oh, yes, that's very true. Something so perfect must have seen and heard far beyond what we can comprehend. So, as a fellow traveler, do you know how to move them with your work?"

"It's very simple. For a senior like you, even the most terrifying and twisted things are already familiar. If you want to stir up a ripple in the depths of their mind, these reports of corpses alone won't suffice."

"You should think about what art, beyond distortion and bloodshed, might be more profound?"

"Yes, you're right. I should think about how my soul can truly reach into the eyes of another person?"

After Hohenheim finished speaking, the Ring Master released Alisa and then patted his hat on his head, making a clanging sound.

After the other party released Alisa, Hohenheim immediately stepped forward and gave her a healing ampoule, then muttered something under his breath:

"I thought I'd have to use myself as bait to replace you. Looks like I don't need to, that's great. Now I wonder how long it will take our little brother to complete his awakening. To be honest, I'm just a researcher, why should I do such a troublesome job?"

Noticing that Sinclair seemed to be struggling with something in the distance, Hohenheim took a deep breath and gestured to Alisa, indicating that she should lie on the ground and pretend to be seriously injured. Then he secretly gripped the weapon on his back.

However, just as Hohenheim was preparing, the Ring Master suddenly stepped forward, lifted him up, and then looked at him and said:

"Tell me, tell me quickly, what's your thinking? What's going on in your head? Tell me how I can think like you employees, get closer to your ideas, and create the most perfect work of art!"

Upon hearing the Ring Master's hysterical outburst, Sinclair frantically tried to rush to his aid, but was stopped by Albina.

"Get out of my way!"

After yelling at the other man, Sinclair forcefully lowered his weapon and muttered to himself:

"I can't always rely on others and think that someone else can save me."

"No, you can rely on others. Now it's just you, me, and Fayasi left, we can be friends."

After Sinclair finished speaking, Albina smiled and offered words of comfort, then began to talk at length about his daily life with fascia.

However, while the two were fighting, Albina would occasionally turn back to look at the Ring Master behind him, and then speak:

"This is the first time I've seen a teacher so nervous. He's always so composed; I can't imagine how perfect that thing must be. But suddenly I feel like I really can surpass him someday. What are your dreams? What do you want to do in the future?"

"future?"

After hearing Albina's words, Sinclair murmured the word, then noticed a scent emanating from his body that he shouldn't have been aware of, and a mark appeared on his fair forehead.

"Ah, yes, how could I forget that lingering stench? I saw it, that blue smoke..."

After he finished speaking, Sinclair was enveloped in a cloud of smoke. He then suddenly swung his weapon, knocking down Albina in front of him, and finally repelled the Ring Master with a single blow, thus saving Hohenheim.

"Sigh, this task of helping others awaken their potential is such a hassle. Why can't they tap into it directly through reason, instead of needing strong emotions as a catalyst?"

After realizing the death pressure on his throat had subsided, Hohenheim breathed a sigh of relief, then put the insurance Shen Yu had given him back into his pocket, patted Alisa on the ground, and distanced himself from Marton and his group, looking at the two sides fighting ahead.

Upon observation, Hohenheim was surprised to find that Sinclair's weapons and armor had changed, and he was displaying formidable combat power, suppressing the Ringfist's father and son.

"It was a wonderful surprise, but it's not enough to present a perfect inspiration. Please forgive my previous rudeness. Could you please provide more details? Tell me about a better way."

"Well, I can forgive you, but I'm afraid I can't fulfill your request. Also, your gallery is really shoddy; it's exactly the same as what I've seen recently."

Sinclair calmly replied to the Ring Master's words, then took a long, deep breath:

"What fresh air! How long has it been since I breathed so freely?"

"Oh, really? It's the same as your recent stuff? Looks like my art still has value in the future. But it doesn't matter anymore. After witnessing that perfect work, how could I, as an artist, not want to pursue it!"

Upon hearing Sinclair's words, the Ring Master in front of him still gripped his weapon tightly, then prepared to fight to the death and create the most exquisite art.

However, right after their final duel, the Ring Master collapsed to the ground, his right hand still gripping his weapon tightly, breathing heavily in a hoarse voice.

"No, this is not enough, it cannot end now. I want to see it again, to see that perfect thing again. Only in this way, only in this way, will I have the chance to glimpse the pinnacle of art."

"Although I don't know what it is that drives you so crazy, it seems you won't have the chance."

After replying to the Ring Master, Sinclair turned to Hohenheim beside him and spoke:

"You don't seem surprised at all, as if you already knew I possessed such power."

"Yes, that's right. Senior specifically instructed us to cooperate a little so that you could successfully awaken your hidden power. I didn't expect it to be this difficult."

"Oh, by the way, senior said you seem to be from the future, right? How many years away from now? Also, I have a question, with a weapon like yours from Lobotomy Corporation, how did you manage to get such a crushing defeat?"

"I'm sorry, but I myself don't know that. And the future I'm referring to doesn't include that senior you mentioned, only..."

Boom!

Before Sinclair could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud crash from the left wall. The last figure in bright red slammed into the wall and coughed up crimson blood.

"Wait, aren't you Virgil from the other group? What happened to you? Senior sent those A-rank Anomalies with you, did they go out of control?"

"No, it wasn't the abnormalities that went out of control. If it weren't for those abnormalities, I would be finished by now."

After Virgil finished speaking, everyone heard another thunderous explosion in the distance, and then saw a huge figure crash down in front of them.

The ancient knight's armor was now riddled with holes, his right arm was severed, and something seemed to be writhing at the wound. Even the holy, inviolable sword in the sea of ​​consciousness had lost its light.

Just then, everyone clearly heard countless rustling sounds coming from ahead.