High Priest Raviyu's bewitching voice continued, "Think about it, I ask you to think about it.

You've seen the disguise I just had.

That's what you'll be like forty or fifty years from now.

Old, decrepit, emaciated, and old, his skin is like a dry dead wood. The hair is sparse and gray, and this appearance should be maintained for at least a hundred years.

Look at Miss Granger now.

You're her boyfriend and girlfriend. ”

The corners of her mouth twitched, but she still barely sketched a smile, "What a beautiful face, whether it's you or her, how long can you keep this look like this?"

After 10 years, her face will lose its luster, wrinkles will grow in 20 years, and it will not look like it will be sagging in 30 years.

Even if you don't think about yourself, think about each other for the other person.

Is that right? ”

"How? In the future, all the sacrificial materials for the two of you will be borne by me, and you just need to do a good job of maintaining the mentality of eternal youth. "The words of the High Priest of Raviyu were like a sword touching honey.

She is cutting the consciences of the two little by little. The desire in my heart was aroused by honey, sweet and greasy, and a wonderful taste was born in my mouth.

If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that your tongue has already touched your lips at this time, so you have to unconsciously open your consent.

Tsk –

It's a pity that she is facing Owen.

"Stay young forever. Tsk - what a sweet mouth. The corners of Owen's mouth rose up, outlining a disdainful arc, "By body, do you mean a monster with a bunch of scraps of flesh pieced together to form a humanoid shape?" ”

He looked High Priest Raviyu up and down.

As soon as I thought of it, under that beautiful body was a hideously twisted, earthworm-like living vessel.

He felt a chill.

"Monsters?" Raviyu lowered her head and looked at her abdomen, the wound that was almost filled with new flesh.

"Is this a monster?" She looked up again, "This body? ”

She suddenly took off her robe, revealing the lining that clinged to her flesh.

Her figure is light and well-proportioned; The shoulders are narrow and straight; The waist is slender and curvaceous; The buttocks are rounded and straight; The legs are slender and shapely.

It looks like a work of art.

It's like a budding flower.

The whole person looks elegant and full of life, which can be called the best in the world.

Raviyu stood at the top of the stairs, with her arms outstretched, as if she were exhibiting goods, and said proudly, "With such an appearance, a beating heart, and a warm touch, even if you want to have children and leave offspring, it can easily do it."

As for the inner - hehe- child you said, you are still too young.

It's a world of looks.

Who cares if it's entrails or something else under the flesh?

As long as it has normal 'functioning', how is it different from a normal person?

Intrinsic?

If you mean the spiritual level.

And then—your Miss Granger is the redeemer of the world, who would question it, who would dare to question it?

Monster?

It's just the world's prejudice, and I prefer to call it efficient!

Wounds heal quickly, there are no physiological weaknesses, and physical strain is even more impossible, so - rare - how to say?

Muggles have a word that I think is appropriate.

- Evolve! ”

"It's the evolution of wizards! It is also the evolution of humanity! Her arms were a little more open.

The tone is getting higher and higher-pitched.

The demagogic voices intensified.

"You two, I really can't think of a reason why you should refuse."

"Catch me, all you can get is a Merlin Medal and endless pursuits, let me go, and you will have it all."

She said.

His eyes were fiery as he stared at the two little wizards not far away.

Rationally speaking.

The benefits she sketched were just too great.

In this transaction, conscience is the least valuable, justice can be left behind, in the face of infinite life and eternally young body, you can even change your body to play, this one is tired of playing, just change one.

Those pieces of flesh and blood are the body, and the skin is all over the world.

Find someone you like, control the flesh to burrow into her/his body, replace him, replace her.

In the face of such a choice, the vast majority of people, I am afraid that there is nothing to hesitate.

Even if the beautiful future outlined in the woman's mouth is actually full of crises, there are a lot of people who choose her.

But—

Again—today—she shouldn't have met Owen in the first place.

Owen is clear about her alleged means.

In the Giant Island, the city of Ionia, this technology is clearly preserved in a large underground warehouse.

Among the evil methods, Owen knows all too well.

Not to mention, in doing so, you have to sacrifice your soul to the outer gods.

Just the constant substitution and cannibalization of other people's souls, the memories of other people's souls alone, can drive you crazy.

That's why the high priest chose to make up all of his flesh were teenagers, or even younger. She is trying to prevent the memories of others from polluting her own will.

Children – Memories are smaller and lower in quantity and quality than adults.

But no matter how little, no matter how much it adds up, people will eventually go crazy.

And that's probably about four or five hundred years.

So no matter what she said, Owen only thought she was farting.

This kind of garbage technology can also be used?

I can't even filter my soul, and I'm not afraid of people laughing when I say it.

——

But just as he was about to close this useless deal.

An inexplicable touch from his left hand made him pause.

Then Owen turned his head incredulously to look at Hermione beside him.

No way!

Miss Granger, you were told to be moved?

Sensing the incoming gaze, Hermione looked up and met it.

She knew that Owen might have misunderstood.

Yes - she does have a small heart, but not because of her eternally young body or anything.

The priest on the other side had clearly reversed himself and Owen. He is the heir to ancient magic.

And she's also worried about Owen.

Think he's been injured twice in a year. And both times it was serious.

Once in a coma for several months, once directly missing.

She's scared—

I was even more moved by the means of treatment that the sacrifice said.

In the near future, maybe you will be able to use it.

Wrong

Hermione shook her head.

After the sacrificial rhetoric that she had just laid on the altar, I am afraid that her so-called healing method was to kill another person, and then replenish herself with the soul and flesh of others.

You must not kill one person for saving another.

Immediately, she hurriedly stopped the thoughts in her heart.

Terrible thoughts.

"It's okay." Owen asked in a whisper.

"It's okay!" Hermione tilted her head slightly.

"Well, well, eternal youth is really very lethal to girls. But if you want, I actually have a better one. ”

He thought it was Hermione blinded by youth and beauty.

And as his words fell, the harvest was naturally Hermione's white eyes.

She glared at the other, "I don't care about that kind of thing, I'm because of someone else."

"Actually, I do." Owen was embarrassed when she was embarrassed.

"It's unforgivable to think of Miss Granger getting old, you've always been fifteen years old in my heart."

"I'm sixteen!" Hermione couldn't wait to bite this guy right now.

Obviously he was worried about him.

Now it's my own desire.

"Oh - I forgot you hit me a year old again."

"A year older than you? Do you think I'm old? ”

“.”

Well, if you keep talking, you're going to be a scumbag.

Owen hurriedly stopped, and we will talk about this issue later.

"Ahem!" Owen looked up at the High Priest of Ravieu, who was sitting on a high platform on the other side.

The two little wizards muttered for a long time, they must have been discussing.

And as long as you discuss it, it means that you have succeeded.

Because if the other side is really those moral saints.

That would have been rejected from the start.

"What a brilliant deal." Owen smiled.

"However, we refuse."

"Okay—we'll see you later, I'll let you know and wait—what did you say?" High Priest Raviyu's face changed suddenly, and she thought she had misheard.

"I say, we refuse!" Owen repeated.

"Refusal? You refused? Raviyu's eyes sank and turned gloomy.

She looked at Owen coldly and said, "Why?" ”

"Because—" Owen glanced at Hermione with his peripheral vision, "I have better." ”

"Huh?"

Faced with such an answer, High Priest Raviyu almost laughed angrily.

"Do you have a better one?" She laughed angrily.

What kind of arrogance is this!

The two little wizards, who were probably not more than thirty years old combined, actually spoke loudly, and said that they had skills far beyond her.

It was the biggest insult she'd ever heard in years.

"In that case—"

High Priest Raviyu smiled coldly.

Then, the wand in her hand vanished.

In its place was a walking stick.

It's exactly like the stake with the monster carved into it in the center of the altar.

No – that's the stake on the altar.

Because now the altar is empty.

"For two hundred years, I haven't done anything with anyone." High Priestess Raviyu held up the strange staff in her hand, as it should be.

Circles of runivin, forming brilliant circles of light, floated out from the surface of the staff.

"Most of the people I met were smart people." She continued, "I didn't expect to meet two idiots today. ”

"You're going to regret it."

"I regret what a great opportunity I have given up, and I will regret that I am about to become an enemy of God."

With that, the magic ring around her suddenly lit up.

Immediately after, a thick gray mist erupted from her pocket.

In the midst of these fogs, there seemed to be a sound of Jingo.

Soon, a face was distorted and hideous, and its gaze was cold and merciless, like ice in the abyss. The body is iron blue, and it exudes a grayish-white luster like steel.

Cold and terrifying.

"Yin corpse?"

"No—" Owen noticed that the 'corpses' were all holding wands.

Unlike European wands, some are wands and some are bells.

Some even go so far as to perform a variety of spell-casting gestures with their bare hands.

These are all wizards.

And can you cast spells?

"Is this—the undead? The living dead? ”

Owen couldn't figure it out.

Because before the air around them became heavier and oppressive, there was already a spell coming at them.

"Can you really cast spells?"

Owen's eyes widened.

This guy - a necromancer?

"Iron Armor!"

Owen drew the blue curtain to fend off the messy spell.

"Okay - people play summoning streams."

In the next second, he entered the battle alone.

"All Petrochemicals"

"Broken bones"

"Shadowless"

"Armor Strikes Back"

A spell as dazzling as lightning roared towards the undead.

Owen walked leisurely, approaching step by step.

From time to time, the undead would be knocked out by his counterattack.

And their spells were completely bounced around.

The walls of the basement were heavy again, and the spell struck it like a cannonball, and exploded, cracking a cloud of rubble.

And the initiator of everything, staring at the large area of the queen of the dead high priest with his eyes like a torch.

"No—how is that possible?"

High Priest Raviyu looked incredulously at Owen, who was pressing over step by step.

She was terrified, lost control of her right foot, and stumbled, causing her to sit down the stairs.

She was still holding her staff, but there were huge waves in her heart.

No wizard has ever been able to match one to ten.

Wizard fighting is not Muggle fighting.

Ten Muggles attacked one.

Even if that one gets a few punches, it won't hurt, and even for those fierce men, your attack won't even break through the defense.

But wizards are different - no matter how powerful a wizard is, if he is hit by a spell, he will fall to the ground and be caught.

No matter how focused one person is, he can't face the attack of ten enemies without making mistakes.

And in front of her—although her army of the undead casts spells much less frequently than the living, there are twenty or thirty undead standing here.

Quantity is enough to make up for the gap in quality.

"How did Hogwarts teach you and why? Are the little wizards there all geniuses? High Priest Raviyu asked, and the runifin covering the surface of the staff in his hand formed the ring again.

This time, the ring glowed with brilliant golden light.

Then golden swords shot out from these magic rings.

Far more powerful than the spells of the undead.

"Phantom Flashback!" Owen was silent.

The wand lit up with ripples like water.

Then an avatar of him appeared in the same place.

The virtual image casts force field magic.

Deflect the golden sword.

And he himself, under the illusion of Shylock, distorted the space, and went straight behind the High Priest of Raviyu.

She didn't react in a hurry.

And Owen naturally won't give her the slightest chance.

The eerie green light suddenly lit up.

With a jumble of sounds, it was as if an invisible Grim Reaper flew through the air.

"Avada suo!"

In the next second, the Death Curse was pushed out by Owen.

The Grim Reaper's scythe slashed straight at the High Priest of Raviyu in front of him.

The next second.

The woman on the stairs, like a puppet that had lost her soul control, staggered forward, and then, with the sole of her foot weak, fell straight down.

Slowly, slowly, mother-why do you catch a cold and your legs hurt so much.

(End of chapter)