All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 409 Chapter Kill in an instant

Michaela's charming smile made Lind look weird.

"If I don't agree, are you planning to give me an unforgettable past? I'm warning you, don't use beauty to test cadres."

The smile on the blond boy's face disappeared, and he said sadly: "I just beg you and never threaten you."

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

"Because I failed, there was blood and wounds everywhere. The injured soldiers were shaking, the injured civilians were crying, their wounds were filled with painful poisonous blood, their bodies were hot, and they were delirious. One after another, their hearts were broken, and one after another A soul cries. I can't bear it, I can't find redemption from this pain, I need help."

Michaela's voice was that of a childish child, and his every word was deeply saddened. In front of Lind's eyes, there was a mountain of bones, and blood was constantly flowing out from every body on the mountain, turning into a symbol of ambition and law. nutrient. These ordinary people, whose lives are like ants, who live like war cannon fodder, are dying in front of them. Their faces are desolate and confused, and they are filled with grief and anger. Such intense sadness makes people numb and makes even gods shed tears.

There are no fairy tales in Junction.

Linde had seen uglier scenes before. During his decisive battle with Hermius 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 for every victim who was as low as mud, and he felt for every conspirator who was above.

The grief Mikaela endured was nothing compared to Lind.

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

He saw the ordinary soldiers that the Blood Dynasty conspired to kill during the Shattered War. Their livers, gallbladders, and muscles and bones were turned into mud in the cursed blood. When they were dying, they groaned on the beds in the tents, their consciousness blurred. All reverence for heroes and desire for achievements are gone.

The hottest emotion was 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 kill someone with a borrowed knife and let Linde, a strong man, help him get rid of the influence of the Mother of Truth.

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

"Because I know you."

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

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

Nowadays, most of Michaela's energy is involved in the blood law, and it has always been Torina who is truly active and dominates the dream.

She was even more beautiful than Lind 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."

Lind understood that Millicent's birth was related to Michaela. The mission she had hidden in her heart to return her dignity to Marlenia was also given by the god Michaela.

During this long journey that took her through the north and south of the border, Millicent had always been a pawn being manipulated.

"Don't be angry. This is not intentional deception. It's just our first meeting. There are many things that cannot be explained in advance."

Torina walked up to Lind. She was like Iphigenia, the daughter of the hunting god sacrificed by Agamemnon. She was as innocent as a lamb, and her fate was miserable and pitiful.

Linde was not angry. With him around, nothing would happen to Millicent. This journey of spiritual practice would also be good for her. Moreover, when Mikaela took advantage of Monger, she also put the Blood King into a deep sleep, and the evil deeds of the Mongerwen Dynasty were accordingly reduced, which was 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 snickered, this guy was really a borderline succubus, poor Meng was being manipulated, and there were more people who fell into his trap.

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

"Because it's not the time yet, it's not 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 dream around him suddenly shattered, like a mirror falling onto a stone slab.

Lind was surrounded by darkness, with nothing under his feet and no gravity, until a trace of blood burst open in the depths of the darkness, and the bloody light of the explosion revealed the surrounding field in front of Lind.

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 light flickered in the gaps in the clouds, like ten million bloody eyes.

"The momentum is very strong." Linde looked up to the sky easily. He could sense the magic power in his body again, which meant that he was going 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 bloody wings spread out, and a god-like blond man appeared in front of Linde. His almost perfect body was covered with long and narrow wounds, and dirty blood continued to flow out.

He was holding a long spear and suddenly attacked Linde. Blood was flowing from the tip of the spear. Being stabbed would never end well.

"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 Michaela's body and whispered: "I want your door to be open and no longer hide from me."

The core priesthood in the Silver Law has taken effect. Linde can defeat the true body of the Mother of Truth, and can naturally expel the influence exerted by her. All these wounds were connected by the space of another dimension and turned into the door of the library tower. Following Linde's order, the door opened wide and the wounds suddenly exploded, swallowing up the intact body. The matter seemed to fall into a wormhole. , was teleported away, and fell apart in an instant, leaving not even a single residue.

thump.

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 couldn't be called a battle at all. Priestly conflicts can be long, stretching to the end of the universe, or they can be brief. The principle of wounds is no better than that of doors, so the winner of the battle can be decided in an instant.

"Wonderful battle," an indistinguishable child's voice sounded around, "God in a foreign land, we are grateful for everything you have done. Now we can finally get rid of the curse and rush to the future. We will not forget your help."

Linde let out a long breath, escaped from the dream, and returned to the Dynasty Temple.