"The remnants of gods like you are the target of buddies."

"Let's get caught!"

Owen said flamboyantly.

The madness of the words drew the priest Raviyu around him.

Her blue eyes looked at Owen meaningfully.

Is he the heir?

There was some surprise.

But after the battle just now, she should have some foreshadowing in her heart, and when the truth of the matter was revealed, the expected surprise at that moment did not appear.

"Since you insist on it." A hint of cruelty flashed in Priest Raviyu's eyes, and then the staff in his hand slammed into the ground, and an invisible rhythm was heard.

The rhythm travels very fast and no one notices it.

Owen didn't feel any magic tricks.

He was still manipulating Meteor and Hermione to keep the two of them flanking left and right, and the rout of the undead was doomed.

After so long in battle, their agility and casting speed have become much less than before, like a car running out of gas.

Although the golden disc of the priest of Lavieu was still strong, the strange magic contained in it blocked almost all spells.

But to support such magic, the amount of magic consumed is absolutely massive, and she can't last long.

"Looks like I won." Owen smiled.

The priest of Ravieu, on the other side, gave a noncommittal chuckle.

The battle continues.

After about a minute or two

When Owen noticed that Hermione's spell frequency was starting to drop rapidly, he opened his mouth to encourage, "Hold on any longer, she won't be able to hold on." ”

His own magic power is much more than that of ordinary wizards, plus ancient magic, so Owen will misjudge the time for ordinary wizards to continue casting spells, such as Hermione - Origin magic needs a lot of magic as support, and it is possible that she is a little tired after such a high-intensity battle.

But just as Owen turned his head, ready to check on Hermione's condition.

A spell suddenly came at him.

It was fast, and Owen didn't have time to defend at all.

Or - he didn't see it at all.

At the last moment, Bakar, who was wearing the crown on his head, reacted.

It flailed its wings and blocked the spell with the dragon's body.

For Bakar, it was impossible for a spell of this magnitude to even scratch its scales.

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

In his head, Bakar looked at Owen's head with his claws outstretched.

That's what caught his attention.

Then, Owen looked to the other side.

It was only then that he noticed that Miss Granger seemed to be in a different state

It's terrible!

At Hermione's feet—the three wizards she saved, plus the unconscious old fellow.

At this moment their ribcage is opened.

Thousands of bloody flesh buds, blood vessels, surged from the torn chest cavity and stretched out one hand after another.

Six wriggling hands grabbed Hermione's limbs.

Then, it turned into a living armor and attached to her body, spreading little by little.

"Shadowless!"

The next moment, an invisible blade slashed and severed, those arms.

The flesh that had been attacked was like a snail, and it suddenly shrank back into its shell.

Then, Hermione, who had lost her support, immediately fell to the ground.

"Bakar, you go and keep an eye on that guy, don't let her run away."

Owen roared.

Then he quickly came to Hermione's side.

The moment he first came into contact with her body, Owen felt a temperature far beyond ordinary people.

Fever – This is the body's instinctive response to an external infection.

At this time, the flesh attached to her body had crystallized, like a bright red gem.

Owen only touched it lightly, and they turned into powder.

But Hermione's symptoms didn't go away.

On the contrary, it continues to deteriorate.

"Owen—" At this time, Hermione's consciousness was still there, she just felt that her whole body was aching and very tired, but she still pulled herself together and did not fall asleep.

"It's cold." She said weakly.

Judging by the outward symptoms, Miss Granger should be feeling like a bad cold, but Owen knew very well that it wasn't a cold—it was much more serious than a cold.

On the other side, the priest of Ravieu, who thought he had caught the handle, was all excited.

Although the silver dragon in front of her was breathing and red thunder, which made her very embarrassed, she still stabilized the disc and raised her voice: "Maybe you should have seen the Battle of the Sea God from the newspaper, those monsters that can infect wizards!" ”

"The federation calls them bad omens, which is a good name, it's a good name."

"I don't need to say any more, you should be able to guess that Miss Granger is naturally infected by the evil omen." She went on to say, "To put it bluntly, I am the only one in this world who can save her life." ”

"Now—you should know what you're going to do! Irving! ”

"Huh-"

The sound of swelling in his ears caused Owen to look back.

But it's just a glance.

Turning his head, he cast a spell on his wand and cut a wound in Hermione's palm.

She didn't feel any pain either.

I just feel numb in my palms.

Then a warm magic burst in, and the mere existence of that magic was a quick response to a part of her body.

It felt like raindrops falling on the leaves, leaving a shallow imprint, and then rain flowed down the imprint from all directions.

Slowly, her consciousness cleared up.

Body temperature is also dropping rapidly.

After all, Hermione had just been infected, unlike the group of guys lying in the hospital, who had been in deficit for a long time, and even after treatment, they needed to rest for a long time.

As a little bit of purple bubble-like magic flowed from the wound in her palm and dripped to the ground, a pink flower grew straight out.

It is vigorous, with fresh bright yellow stamens, elegant shape, beautiful flower posture, soft and smooth.

Then it spread out at an unstoppable speed.

In just an instant, the flowers have taken over the entire basement.

From the altar on the ground, to the stone pillars around it, to the walls, even to the ceiling.

Everywhere, pink flowers grow.

It's like being in a sea of flowers.

"Be careful." The wound on the girl's palm had healed, and there was not a trace of it.

"It's—" Hermione still had a delicate flower in her hand.

This one looks very familiar to her.

Wasn't that the little pink flower that Archmage Merlin had transformed into when he reversed the lilac sea off the coast of Arish?

Could it be that he was 'infected' by the [evil omen] just now?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a chill.

I've seen those mutated Omens with my own eyes.

All of them have hideous faces, covered with sarcomas and hard horns, once transformed, it is difficult to tell whether they were men or women before, if they will become that kind of monster, it is better to die immediately.

With this in mind, Hermione hurriedly stretched out her hands and touched her cheeks and neck. Then he looked at all the skin that could be seen with the naked eye.

"Okay, smooth and shiny, white and red." Owen helped her up.

But Hermione was still not at ease, even though she knew that she was fine, but she was still at ease in her heart, and she still carefully observed her body.

Seeing this, Owen didn't care about her anymore.

Easily kicked the four scourges not far away, and the wizards all flew out.

Then he refocused his gaze on the High Priest.

Priest Laviyu had been keeping an eye on Owen's side all along.

Although Bakel's offensive was very fast.

The basement was almost completely destroyed by it.

However, this place was clearly blessed by magic, otherwise the normal room would have collapsed by this time.

But Priestess Raviyu still had some of her energy, and when she saw Owen extract the mutant magic from Hermione's body and transform it into a flower, she was speechless in shock.

I could only stare at that figure.

It's over -

She knew it all in her heart.

When her plan failed, she thought that she would no longer have the possibility of peace talks with Owen.

What follows is a life-and-death struggle.

Damn it~~~

Damn it!!!

Why should I covet the body of the girl in the middle of the storm, all this should not be like this. She still has hundreds, thousands of years to live.

Now – but here it is coming to an end.

Laviyu knew very well that if she fell into the fate of the Federation, she could not think of a second possibility other than death, and if the Federation seized the information about the gods in her mind, it was possible that even after death, her soul would be tortured by the gods and immortalized in hell.

Rather than so

A hint of fierceness flashed in the corner of her eye.

If only she could die with the heir in front of her.

Having killed the stumbling block of the gods, she will surely be rewarded by the gods.

Perhaps, the praise will be more enticing than the fact that she lives in this world.

Raviyu Priestess's fingers slid lightly across the air, a wisp of invisible power gathering with her movements.

"Hehe- are you going to make a last ditch effort?" Owen looked at her and let out a sneering sound.

"It's the last stand." Priestess Ravieu said angrily, her face calming as if she had another chance of victory.

"Owen - you forced me to do this. Look—God, I can't help but drag you into hell. ”

Speaking of which—the runi script in front of her was reconstructed again, and the evil statue at the top of the staff spewed out more than a dozen souls.

Before they could show the full picture of their souls, they were crushed into clumps of silvery sticky mass in the blink of an eye.

These substances flowed into the sea like a stream, and all of them seeped into the body of the priest of Ravieu.

She opened her mouth suddenly, and countless yellow flames rushed out.

Flames swirled around her.

It's like a tornado.

Gradually, she was driven by the flames and levitated.

"The heavens are the glory of God, and the heavens are the work of God's hand."

The sound of frantic prayers rang out in the basement.

Invisible forces permeate everything around us.

The walls were like grains of sand, swallowed up by the flames that emanated from Raviyu's body.

"From under the heavens, from above the earth, and from all ages to eternity, all are the glory of my God."

As the prayer was chanted, the flame grew stronger.

It churned, like lava was tumbling.

Set off a terrifying storm and hit Owen again and again.

In the face of such flames, I am afraid that the only thing that can resist is his force field magic, except for 'all curses are over'.

Considering that there are only two wizards on his side, the effect of the spell is not obvious.

Therefore, Owen immediately made a decisive incantation: "Sanchez force field." ”

A rose.

For a long time, people have thought of the dazzling blue light of this magic as a rose.

Actually, it's not a rose, and it doesn't have anything to do with any flowers.

In fact, after the space is suddenly expanded, the average kinetic energy of particles in the air, such as photons, electrons, and other substances, increases, showing a similar 'background radiation'.

Because of the brilliant light produced by its friction against the air, it is projected backwards layer by layer, and it looks very much like a blooming flower.

This time - not surprisingly. The extended space was like a black hole, and all the flames passed along the 'horizon edge' of the space.

It didn't have any effect on him or what he wanted to protect.

"Click-"

It is the expansion displacement of the structure caused by the flame heating the room.

Little by little, soon the basement could no longer withstand such devastation.

Like wood suddenly cracking in a fire.

The whole house also collapsed and broke in such an explosion.

The dirt layer above the head also cracked a big way.

Flames burst out through those cracks in the ground.

"Merlin's beard."

"What's going on, volcanic eruption?"

"Stupid, where did the volcano in Cairo come from? Someone set a fire in the ground. ”

Outside.

The little wizards in the courtyard fled, and the earth cracked and collapsed.

The terrible crack in the ground pulled everything down.

Looking down, it seemed like a hollow in hell.

"Ah~~~"

Someone stumbled and fell into the hollow, screaming hysterically.

And there is not only one such scream.

It happened suddenly, and it was a subsidence, and many young wizards didn't even draw their wands for a long time.

It is nonsense to expect them to cast spells without a wand.

And while they were burning.

A huge pink flower, growing at their feet.

Then the flowers enveloped them and flew out of the hollow at a rapid pace.

Such scenes are constantly being staged.

At this moment, the little wizards finally noticed the man with long silver and pink hair who was not surprised by the disaster.

There were flower petals scattered around him.

These petals, like duckweed, fell into the hollow in the ground, scooping up the unlucky ones who had lost their footing.

"Well, is it so hot?"

Archmage Merlin, putting down a glass of juice and smiling, a wand like dead wood tapping lightly on the ground.

In the next second, the land, the remnants of bricks and tiles, and the surrounding houses all began to shoot outward.

It seemed as if he wanted to vacate the area so that it could create a field for Owen's battle.

Soon a 'crater' appeared in front of many young wizards.

The hot lava churned little by little.

From time to time, dozens of feet of fire were fired.

It's an exaggeration.

And under this lava, Owen struggled to hold on to the spell.

Force field magic also has a limit.

Too much material was being thrown at him from the outside.

And it's mostly the flames - the high temperature and pressure of the flames cause the density of the surrounding space to increase significantly, which greatly increases the difficulty of his magic casting.

There is already instability.

He'd been hit with a fire attack before, but it didn't last, but partly it was like a spell, impact after impact instead of the constant attack like it is now.

"Oh God!"

In the midst of the storm of fire, the painful howl broke the liver and intestines.

The fire intensified again.

It changes from bright yellow to black and white.

And the figure in the fire storm, her body also began to crack, like the roasted earth being lifted up piece by piece.

As her blood flowed wildly, a huge phantom was born vaguely at the same time.

"This is where my end, this is my life, this is my life.

I hope that there is only one thing left to follow in his footsteps.

God, I entrust this body to you————"

With that, High Priestess Raviyu's momentum reached its peak, and the fool knew that what she was about to unleash was definitely an ultimate.

"Granger!" Owen turned to look at Hermione.

He took a suitcase from his arms

"Y-what are you doing with them?"

Without turning his head, Owen didn't notice.

Miss Granger's Transfiguration chain is tying up four wizards - aren't those he just kicked away?

Then, right under his nose, Hermione melted the chains into an ugly suit of armor and trapped the men inside.

"There must be other rats that haven't been played with, and the information in their heads is important and can save a lot of people." Hermione swung her staff and tossed the wizards who looked like they had been locked in the Iron Maiden into their suitcases.

"You're cruel." Owen replied.

"People just want to be burned to death, but you want to pick people's brains."

“.”

"Don't roll your eyes, you also hurry up and hide in, I'm going to shrink my defense."

Hearing this, Hermione squinted at the white figure hiding in the inside pocket of Owen's coat before jumping into the suitcase.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the boy summoned the suitcase, cast a shrinking spell on it, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Really, the cats don't believe me." Owen sighed.

Then, he clenched his staff in both hands, and quickly narrowed the area of force and influence.

Then, without hesitation, he began to approach Lavieu in the firestorm step by step.

Before his eyes.

A bright virtual image appeared above her.

It was dozens of feet tall, covering the sky and the sun, and was dressed in a robe of luxurious inlays of various precious stones like a galaxy.

With silver hair and emerald green eyes, he sees through all the famous things in the world.

The pale skin glows with specks of light, suggesting that the body is made up of light particles.

"Slash!"

I don't know where it came from.

The virtual image that was almost exactly the same as Owen suddenly gathered countless black flames.

Blaze spawned a long sword and swung it at Owen with a slash over his face.

"Bakar!"

He didn't have much to resist when he held up the field.

Knock that flaming sword—there's a good chance you'll kill him with a single sword.

Hearing the sound, Bakar was entrenched above Owen's head.

The whole body lit up with a red silky light.

Owen's hair exploded.

Thunder and lightning condensed on the dragon's claws.

The red thunder rolled, as if the sky was angry.

Then the lightning turned into a long knife and collided head-on with the sword that Black Flame had turned into.

Two powerful forces converged in the air, making a deafening loud bang.

A powerful shockwave spread out from the point of impact, buzzing the surrounding flames.

In this fierce collision, the lightning sword and the black flame sword eroded each other, as if they were about to devour each other.

It was a shocking scene – and in the end, it was the gods on high who prevailed.

However, with Bakar's weakening, the remaining Black Flame has no chance of breaking through Owen's force field magic.

"That's it, go on."

The corners of Owen's mouth went up, and that was what he wanted.

Next, the black sword turned into a ruthless sword-wielding machine, and again and again, it continued to swing flames at him as if it were destined to die.

And Bakar controlled the Thunder again and again to compete with it, constantly canceling it out.

It was a mythical scene.

Black fire, red thunder, blue protective charms, and Ambilight stretched backwards with light particles.

Black, red and blue are intertwined, waving a skirt robe towards the sky, which is extremely gorgeous.

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin is on top!"

Outside the hollow, the young Egyptian wizards watching from a distance let out unconscious exclamations.

They had never seen such a shocking scene.

In the shallow cognition of young wizards, magic should be mysterious and powerful, but the power of magic like this in front of them has exceeded their imagination.

Perhaps—the greatest white wizard of all legends, Dumbledore, could unleash this level of magic!

And compared to the amazement of the little wizards.

Owen's shock and incredibleness to Ravieu are even stronger.

"Why—" she roared menacingly, "why aren't you dead yet!" ”

Then two more swords were swung down.

But it didn't work.

Owen was already extremely close to her.

She could even see the chuckle on the child's lips.

Always so victorious, without any waves.

"You—" Ravieu was scared.

She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to kill Owen.

I am even more afraid that if my soul returns to the sacred land, I will be severely punished.

And when she fell into fear, a sudden explosion disturbed her remaining consciousness.

"Look at me! Cub Seed! ”

The sudden disturbing voice made her subconsciously look at Owen.

"Who are you fighting against, priest!"

Raviyu's last remaining head looked puzzled.

That is, until she looked up with Owen's gaze and looked behind the virtual image that surrounded her.

It was as if a bomb had been detonated in consciousness.

Or a spear in the heart.

Because in her eyes, the gods in the virtual image, whether in appearance or figure, are exactly the same as the child in front of her.

"This," her head was down, unable to think, "how could it be." ”

"My God?"

Opportunity!

Owen's eyes lit up.

That's the chance he wants.

The surrounding flames came to a brief standstill as Ravi lost consciousness.

This is the consequence of the lack of combat experience.

And at this critical moment, Owen immediately withdrew the force field magic.

With a wave of his wand, a blue meteor swirls around the tip of the wand.

The next second.

"Soul Torrent!"

The galloping meteor headed straight for the levitating staff.

"Bang!! Click!! ”

Countless rifts littered the staff, before Ravieu could react. The meteor that continued to fly pierced her last remaining head.

Yesterday I went out for a night with people. Endure the cold that hasn't gotten better and drink with people

I woke up at noon today, and after feeling sweaty, I had a good cold—, that's the only good thing about yesterday.

(End of chapter)