The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Chapter 409 Chapter 408 Instant Kill

Mikaela's spring-like smile made Linde look weird.

"If I don't agree, are you also planning to give me an unforgettable past? I can warn you, don't use beauty to test the cadres."

The smile on the blond boy's face faded, and he said sadly, "I'm just begging you, I never dare to threaten you."

"You chose this path yourself. Why do you regret it?"

"Because I failed, blood, wounds everywhere. Wounded soldiers trembling, wounded civilians crying, painful poisonous blood flowed from their wounds, their bodies were hot, and their minds were delirious. One after another, their hearts were broken, and one after another A soul howling. I can't take it, I can't find redemption from this pain, I need help."

Mikaela’s voice was that of a childish child, and his words were deeply saddened to the bone. Linde saw a mountain of bones, and blood continued to flow from every body on the mountain, turning into careerists and law-abiding nutrient. These ordinary people who lived like ants, who lived like war cannon fodder, were dying in front of them, their faces were miserable and confused, and they were sad and angry. Such intense grief made people numb and made God cry.

There are no fairy tales in Junctionland.

Linde had seen uglier scenes before. During his decisive battle with Hermaeus Mora, the Demon God of Knowledge projected countless tragedies in the human world. It was the most terrifying and distorted scene accumulated in a universe that had reincarnated countless times. When he assimilated the soul of the Marvel universe, he witnessed the civilized war on the surface of the planet, witnessed the interstellar civilized war, and witnessed countless acts of war that were uglier and ten thousand times uglier than anyone could imagine.

He felt with every lowly victim, and with every high schemer.

Compared with Linde, the grief that Mikaela endured is nothing worth mentioning.

But this is not something to show off, just like Linde never recalls those tragic events.

He saw the ordinary soldiers that the blood dynasty conspired to kill in the shattered war. Their guts, muscles and bones were all turned into mud in the cursed blood. All reverence for heroes and desire for merit are all gone.

The most ardent feelings were trampled to pieces, no matter how many times he watched it, Linde still felt sad.

However, Linde didn't trust Mikaela's words. This person's condition was by no means at the end of the mountain, and on the contrary, he became stronger under the nourishment of blood. The original law of abundance now also covers part of the priesthood of blood, but there is only a risk of being assimilated by the mother of truth.

He wanted to borrow a knife to kill people, and let Linde, a strong man, help him get rid of the influence of the real mother.

"How do you know that if you pray to me, you will definitely get help?"

"Because I know you."

Michaela walked towards Linde step by step. In the process, his blond hair gradually faded into a strange color of pale silver and purple, and his face became more delicate, with red lips and white teeth, and long eyelashes like intertwined vines. The image of Torina appeared in front of Linde from time to time, and it was Torina's real appearance.

As gods with dual identities, Mikaela and Torina, just like Radagon and Malika, have one body and two souls.

Now most of Mikaela's energy is involved in the law of blood, and it has always been Torina who is really active and dominates the dream.

She was even prettier than Linde imagined.

"You are very kind. You saved an innocent girl named Millicent in Galilee. You are willing to help her without asking for anything in return. You just want her to be happy. Mikaela is similar to you, so you two Like the same man. You can have his laws and get all of his. We can be together forever without distinction."

"It turns out that you are playing tricks."

Linde understood that Millicent's birth was related to Mikaela, and the mission she had hidden in her heart to return her dignity to Marlenia was also given by the god-man Mikaela.

During this long journey that took her through the north and south of the junction, Millicent has always been a pawn to be manipulated.

"Don't be angry. This is not intentional deception, it's just the first time we meet, there are many things that cannot be explained in advance."

Torina walked up to Linde. She was as innocent as a lamb sacrificed to the hunting god's daughter Iphigenia by Agamemnon, and her fate was pitiful.

Linde was not angry. With him around, nothing would happen to Millicent, and this journey of practice was also good for her. What's more, when Mikaela took advantage of Mong, it also put the Blood King into a deep sleep, and the evil deeds of the Mongwen Dynasty decreased accordingly, which is also a good thing.

"I don't need Michaela's law. Don't use divinity as bait. You are just a god-man. If the bait is eaten and the fish hasn't taken the bait, how can you control others?"

Torina's face that was about to cry immediately burst into a smile, "Thank you, god of a foreign land."

Linde laughed secretly, this guy is really a succubus from the boundary, poor Munger was played in his hands, and many more people also fell into his way.

"Why don't you ask your dear sister Marenia for help?"

"Because it's not yet time, not yet the time for me to meet her."

"Then I'll help you once, and treat it as a meeting gift for new friends." Linde raised his hand and pressed the top of Torina's head, smiling subtly, "Also, let me explain in advance, don't take this opportunity to sneak into my memory, you I can't support it. Kitten, don't die of curiosity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding dreams suddenly shattered, like a mirror falling on a stone slab.

Linde was surrounded by darkness, and there was nothing under his feet, no gravity, until a bloodstain in the depths of the darkness burst open, and the bloody light of the explosion opened up the world, showing the surrounding field in front of Linde.

He found himself standing in a layer of blood plasma two inches thick, and the touch from the soles of his feet was like tense muscles, full of elasticity. Rows of ironthorn trees stood on the open ground around them, with plump thorns hanging from their branches. Flesh and blood, these white bodies were pierced and howled loudly.

Lead clouds piled up in the sky, and scarlet lights flickered in the gaps in the clouds, like ten million bloody eyes.

"It's very imposing." Linde looked up at the sky easily, and he could sense the magic power in his body again, which meant to fight.

The clouds in the sky gathered like a giant egg, and then the egg shell burst open, and a tornado fell to the ground.

When the whirlwind dissipated, a pair of blood-colored wings spread out, and a god-like blond man appeared in front of Linde. His nearly perfect body was covered with long and narrow wounds, and dirty blood continued to flow out.

Holding a long spear in his hand, he suddenly attacked Linde, blood was flowing from the tip of the spear, and it would never end well if he was stabbed.

"Mikayla of the Blood Law, is this a hidden BOSS?" Linde shook his head and laughed, "It's just a chicken and a dog."

He pointed to the wounds all over Mikaela's body, and whispered, "I want your door to be open, and you won't hide from me anymore."

The most core priesthood in the Silver Law took effect. Linde was able to defeat the true mother's body, and naturally he could also expel the influence exerted by him. All these wounds were connected by the space of different dimensions and turned into the door of the library tower. With Linde's order, the door opened wide, and the wound burst suddenly, swallowing the intact body, and those substances fell into a wormhole. , was teleported away, and fell apart in an instant, leaving no residue.

Boom.

The spear fell, with smooth cuts all over it, which was the part affected by the portal. As a weapon, this weapon is already scrapped.

A battle that could not be called a battle at all. The priesthood confrontation can be very long, as long as the end of the universe, or it can be very short. The criterion of the wound is inferior to that of the door, so the battle is decided in an instant.

"Wonderful battle," an androgynous child's voice sounded around, "God of a foreign land, we are very grateful for everything you have done. Now we can finally get rid of the curse and go to the future. We will never forget your help."

Linde let out a long breath, escaped from the dream, and returned to the imperial temple of the dynasty.