The Evil God of Hogwarts

John took the potion and looked at it suspiciously. The potion bottle-like container contained a viscous solution that looked like blood.

As if seeing his doubts, Sheikh explained: "That is the blood of saints, a medicine used by the church to block the pollution of dreams. If you think it is poisonous, you can let me drink it first."

John shrugged his shoulders and drank the potion in one gulp. The taste of this stuff was indescribable, and John almost spit it out, but fortunately it took effect quickly.

"It's really interesting. This thing is much better than crystal. You should ask the church for more."

Sheikh also took out a bottle and drank it, and then said: "Don't be too happy, this thing is addictive and will eventually make people lose their minds. I don't know how it works, but I have seen it with my own eyes." People who are addicted to blood are no different from those monsters."

"Okay." John looked at the potion bottle in his hand with some regret, "You just said those four people were Nathanael's men? Witch hunters? Are there still witch hunters these days? I thought they were They were all disbanded after the war.”

"No, of course they still exist, just in a different form. Keep up with the times, you two, otherwise, everything will be eliminated."

The poet's focus was obviously different from the other two. He interjected: "These people's names are really interesting. Nathanael is one of the twelve disciples of Jesus, and the ones just now, if I guessed correctly, should be They are all named after the patron saint.”

"St. George, the patron saint of England. St. Denis, the patron saint of France. I guess the same goes for the other two."

With a face full of expectations, Reko looked at Sheikh.

"The one with the gold cup is called Boniface, and the big guy is Anska. Okay, I'm going back. I don't want to see them demolish the entire front building." Sheikh waved his hand, stood up and walked out of the classroom. .

"Look, John, I guessed it right. Saint Boniface of Germany, Saint Anskar of Denmark."

"Congratulations, great poet." John took out a wine bottle and saluted Recco, "I think your poems have new content."

…

"Damn it, did you see it, Pedro? Where did that beast attack from?"

Pedro remained as calm as possible. He crouched behind an overturned table and focused all his attention on finding his enemy.

Two of his men found a survivor of the Agate Team on the second floor, but what they didn't expect was that it was a trap and the wounded man was a bait.

As they approached, a dark shadow struck them, snatching away one of the team and tearing the other in half.

This sudden attack threw the team into disarray. Pedro called on the remaining people to flee downstairs. They needed to find a place to release the signal, and the damaged wall downstairs was a good place.

However, the opponent obviously had no intention of letting them go downstairs. It continued to attack from dark corners at extremely fast speeds, although these attacks were neutralized by them.

But Pedro, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, understands that the opponent is not using all his strength at all. It is playing with them, just like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Wizard, wizard~" A buzzing voice like an insect sounded in their ears.

Rogers looked down at the crystal on his chest. The color of the crystal was rapidly turning red. "Damn it, we're going to die here." He muttered to himself.

At this moment, the head of the kidnapped player was thrown out from nowhere, and another player finally couldn't stand it anymore and rushed out of the cover with a shout.

Pedro still wanted to cast a magic spell to rescue him, but a slender tentacle quickly struck from the shadows and penetrated directly into the man's body. The poor man's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Who's next? Hehehe, who's next?"

…

Mendes old house.

Corbett took a deep breath, sat up from the operating table, raised his hand to look at it, and then reached out to touch his face.

"Hahahaha." He laughed, "I'm back, I'm back again."

Just as excited as him was the mad doctor Richter, who was extremely excited when he saw his masterpiece. He succeeded, and he finally found a way to live forever.

After paying so much price, mankind, mankind will usher in a new era. Of course, not all human beings are qualified to receive this divine gift after being screened.

"Congratulations, Father, oh no, Mr. Mendez." Richter brought the syringe prepared in advance, "This thing can stabilize your body."

"No, I don't need it." Corbett waved his hand, "Come to me, my love."

Elaine took off her hood and knelt down beside Corbitt obediently, "Welcome back, Edward."

"Now, it's time to meet our messenger."

Richter frowned, and his hand holding the syringe froze in place. Although he knew that he should not go against Corbett's wishes, he still mustered up the courage to remind him: "Sir, your body has not been fully integrated yet. , I don’t suggest you..."

Mendes held out a finger indifferently, and Richter felt himself surrounded by an invisible pressure. He did not try to resist, but slowly knelt down on one knee.

"That potion will suppress my abilities, doctor." Mendes said, "And I have to confirm something now. So, leave, doctor, before those people find this place."

Richter shook his head, "I have to keep you safe, sir."

"Safe? Hahaha, that was me before. Now, no one can defeat me. Doctor, no one. However, if you want to stay, I have no objection. Just regard this as a favor, you will become Witness my return."

After saying that, Edward Mendez closed his eyes. He shouted in his heart: Cecil, it's time to act.

On the other side, Alfred was about to speak to Xing Ze when Kathleen suddenly shouted: "Look, the color of the sky has become normal."

Hearing this, everyone looked up to the sky. Xing Ze muttered to himself: "The shield has disappeared and the Sabbat Order has retreated?"

At this moment, a man suddenly emerged from the corpse of a large monster. He held a dagger in his hand and stabbed Xing Ze directly.

The owner of Nathan raised his staff and sword. The attacker was too slow. He could easily kill him, but in an instant, something invaded his brain.

Cecil dodged the bishop's sword and resisted the bullets. He rushed to Xing Ze as if he didn't know the pain, but the dagger that stabbed Xing Ze was successfully blocked by the shield formed by the blue beak.

Xing Ze snatched the dagger, and the blue beak turned into a sharp blade and penetrated Cecil.

"We meet again, messenger." Cecil said with eyes wide open, reaching out to hold the blade, "For the Great Sacrifice."

Xing Ze realized that something was wrong. He was wondering what happened when he found himself at the familiar crossroads.

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