Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Hans watched Eric disappear, took two deep breaths, and seemed to have made up his mind. He picked up their pistols from the bottom of the stairs, ignored the concerned questions from his two subordinates, and faced the door expressionlessly. Go outside.

After walking out of the security office's door, he finally saw the reason for the commotion among the residents outside.

The originally magnificent church was now bursting into flames. The fire was so powerful that it rose dozens of meters high.

But the strange thing is that Hans, who was standing 20 meters outside the church, did not feel any burning heat. Even the cloth hanging outside the tailor shop more than ten meters next to the church was not ignited by the huge flames.

Thinking of this, Hans couldn't help but continue to take a few steps forward, and then he felt waves of wind coming out of the flames, blowing towards his body, rustling his leather jacket and the lace on his chest. Sound.

A small cloud of dust swirled on the ground and blew past him. As it passed in front of him, it suddenly rose up and dispersed a small wisp of dust into his eyes, which stimulated tears to flow from his eyes.

After he finally wiped away the tears from his eyes, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The surrounding tall buildings disappeared, leaving only a vast lonely plain. Magma pits of different sizes were densely covered on the dry ground. The strong smell of sulfur penetrated his nose and stimulated his brain. A moment of confusion.

Sulfur smell?

He suddenly remembered Eric's words just now, and his mind instantly became vigilant. He raised the two guns in his hands and pointed them at the surroundings to be on guard.

Suddenly, half a body appeared on the ground, and a pair of dry hands grabbed his legs from behind and pushed him to the ground with force.

The two pistols slipped from his hands, hitting the ground and spinning strangely before flying out. The owner of those withered hands, a burnt monster corpse, mounted his body and held down his shoulders.

"let me go!"

Hans roared, struggled hard, found an opportunity to swing his right fist, and hit the corpse's head.

But just when he thought his attack was effective, the corpse suddenly spat out magma at him.

"No~"

Hans roared angrily, unable to break away, and watched helplessly as the fiery red lava poured on his face.

But the severe pain he imagined did not come. When the lava was poured on his face, a cool feeling bloomed from his face and spread into his body.

Hans opened his eyes again, and the burning buildings, dry corpses and dilapidated plains disappeared without a trace.Riding on him was none other than his mortal enemy, Father Varian.

He turned his head in surprise and looked behind him. The residents were still howling in panic and running, looking behind them from time to time, as if there were terrifying monsters chasing them.

Some people accidentally fell down while running, but they had strange expressions on their faces, and they slumped on the ground and twisted, making melancholy sounds in their mouths.

"They...all fell into the tricks of...the devil and witches..."

Father Varian was still riding on Hans's body, talking intermittently.

Hans turned his head in disgust, and was about to let him go down in anger, when he suddenly saw that only the upper half of Varian's body was left, and his legs seemed to have been torn off. Without a trace.

The person who knows you best is often your opponent. Varian understood Hans' inner activities with just one glance. He rolled off of him in embarrassment, and his upper body lay weakly on the ground: "I'm sorry!"

Hans was silent for a while, sat up, and for the first time extended his hand to the person he listed as his mortal enemy: "I am the one who should be sorry."

Varian chuckled lightly, raised his hand, and with Hans' help, moved his body to his side and rested his head on Hans' lap: "Sorry, McLenwell, you are right, I'm so hypocritical. An ordinary priest can save a drop of holy water in a day, but it takes me three days to save a drop... And to save everyone in the town from the devil's illusion, everyone needs a whole bottle."

As he spoke, Varian raised the empty bottle in his hand. He had just put the bottle in his mouth before pouring the holy water on Hans' face, causing him to exit the illusion.

Looking at the quiet and strange church in front of him, Hans finally couldn't help but ask: "What happened? Tell me. I already know that you didn't kill Luna."

Varian raised his head in surprise and looked at Hans in surprise. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but a smile broke out on his face. It was a smile of relief. He shook his head slightly: "No, Hans, Although I didn’t kill Luna, she was still killed by me... I don’t have the power of a man, and the reason why I married Luna back then was just to protect her, but if I could have been braver..."

When he said this, he suddenly coughed. Because he spoke too quickly, blood sprayed out of his mouth and choked his trachea.Perhaps because there was only half a body left, his breathing became more and more urgent: "We were all wrong, Hans. Not all witches are fallen witches, and not all are women. Witches have been referred to since ancient times. A nickname. Sometimes, a man who can do magic can also be called a witch..."

He suddenly tightened his grip on Hans' hand: "If you see your brother, remember, don't be soft. He is no longer William, he is... he is..."

Varian's breathing suddenly sped up, and a blower-like sound suddenly sounded in his chest. The breath between his mouth and nose was constantly exhaled, but he was never inhaled again.

"Varian, Varian!"

Hans held his hand and yelled a few times. Seeing the light in his eyes slowly disappear, the tears in his eyes finally couldn't help but fall down.

After a short moment of silence, Hans gently placed Varian's head on the ground, picked up the gun again, touched the last bottle of holy water that fell out of the priest's pocket, and walked toward the quiet church in front of him with firm eyes.

…………

Eric walked out of the elevator in the basement and finally knew where the gunshots and roars he just heard came from.

Before Hans came back, Gretel and his sister were sent to the basement by him and asked them to gather all the ammunition in the basement.

At noon in the hotel, while Eric was applying electrotherapy to the demon, he got their plan out of its mouth.

The arsenal under the Public Security Department is not a special secret to the older generation of residents in Chixi Town. For the devil who has been lurking here for more than 100 years, he has long known about this kind of thing.

Even in the past few decades, it has continuously entered the arsenal and secretly carved countless demonic inscriptions on the walls of the arsenal. It is only waiting for the day of the legendary blood moon to cooperate with the magic of the witches to destroy Chixi Town. Explode into the sky, use blood and flames to open the way from hell to the world.

But the only drawback of this plan is that the witches in this world have no resistance to fire. Ordinary people can kill those powerful black witches by just lighting a fire.

The prerequisite for opening the passage is to first let the witches block a space, and then use a strong explosion to shake the space, so that the strong men of hell can take advantage of the instability of the space to break through the barrier set up by the Holy Father.But the witches couldn't withstand the flames, which put the plan on hold for two blood moons in a row.

Until Hell finally couldn't wait any longer, and a magic potion formula was passed down. Only the heart of a high-level white witch was needed to complete the preparation of this potion, so that the witches who drank the medicine would no longer be afraid of flames.

The original plan was quite successful, but somehow, the little gangster Will Billy who was sent to track Helena Belen discovered her identity as a witch.After the security department rescued him, the man shouted the news in the church, which quickly made the entire town aware of the incident.

Without saying a word, the frantic residents united together that night and threw Helena Belen and her husband into the fire, destroying the heart of a high-level white witch in vain.

As a result, the devil lurking in the town became more and more angry today. He happened to meet Will who surrendered himself to the trap, and was so angry that he assimilated him into a low-grade sub-demon species.

The devil also knew the existence of Eric and the others from his mind, so Yi Gaoren was so bold that he went to the hotel where they were staying.After preparing to retrieve the hearts of the three Erics, brew the magic potion and let the witches blow up the town.

As for Will, he was knocked unconscious by it and thrown into the arsenal. When he was about to explode, he killed the sacrifice flag.

But the devil's plan failed. Just when Hansel and Gretel were about to move the ammunition in the arsenal together, the unconscious Will suddenly opened his eyes.

Even though he has become a sub-demon species, his previous memories are still there, and he blames Helena Belen for his failure to rise. At this moment, seeing the children of the Belen couple, his anger instantly overwhelmed him. He doesn't have a big developed head now.

The two and one demon kept attacking each other in the basement.

Since the siblings were still very thin at the moment, they could not withstand the recoil of the gun. Even though the bullets were fully prepared, they still did not cause any effective damage to Will.Will, on the other hand, had just mastered new power. He transformed into a licker-like creature, crawling on the ground with his limbs. For a while, he couldn't keep up with his consciousness, so the two noobs pecked each other. It was still full of blood within half an hour.

Seeing Eric appear in the basement, Hansel loaded the bullet and shouted excitedly: "Brother Eric, look, this guy is stupid, he has been being walked around by us like a dog."

As he spoke, he closed the revolver loaded with bullets and fired six times in a row, sending the bullets flying to the top of the basement again.

With his face full of black lines, he looked at the two siblings who were showing off their superb body-stroke marksmanship. Eric casually raised the sonic crossbow and pulled the bolt. An orange-yellow light arrow shot out, hitting the mutated target accurately. Will head, blowing its head to pieces.

After losing control of his brain, Will's body hit the wall, like a puddle of mud, and slid onto a pile of bombs below. Waves of unstable magic power suddenly emitted from his body.

"Oops……"

Eric patted his thigh. He forgot that the energy arrow shot by the sonic crossbow would explode if it hit the target's body.

Seeing that the monster was killed by Eric in one blow, the Gretel siblings stood there blankly with their pistols raised. At this time, Eric's anxious voice suddenly came to their ears: "Why are you two in such a daze? Don’t leave quickly!”

After saying that, Eric reached for the ammunition piled up by the brothers and sisters, quickly put them into the system backpack, and then looked at the devil's body where the magic riot became more and more intense, regardless of those that had not been confiscated. ammunition.He directly grabbed the two siblings by their collars and jumped out of the hole they had just come down from.

Just when the three of them had just rushed to the ground and had not had time to run out of the security office, there was a sudden violent fluctuation in the ground.

A strong storm instantly destroyed the ground of the Sheriff's Department, washing away the wooden floors.At the moment when the floor shattered, Eric threw the two of them out with force. The wand appeared again, and countless armor spells and obstacle spells were cast in front of him. Transparent barriers appeared, blocking the flames from the explosion. with fragments.

But the strong shock wave generated by the explosion still hit the protective spell, pushing him out like a ball.