"No," the bishop stood up from the ground and looked at the squirming pieces of flesh. "Do you wizards have any beliefs?"
Scrimgeour shook his head in confusion, he didn't understand why Jacob suddenly mentioned this.
"What a pity." The bishop wiped the black rain from his face, "otherwise, you can at least pray now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the exploded pieces of flesh began to move quickly, twisting and changing, and finally turned into a black tar-like creature.
The one closest to Scrimgeour suddenly bounced up and jumped towards the wizard. The bishop's long sword slashed from bottom to top. The thing was split into two and fell to the ground, but it was still slowly gathering.
"What on earth is this?" Scrimgeour suppressed the panic in his heart and quickly moved his wand. A ray hit the mass of material, but it had no effect.
"Some people call them invisible children." The bishop swung his long sword and shook off the remaining liquid on the sword, "But we all know that the names of dream objects are beyond words for humans. Try fire, wizard, to deal with wild beasts, fire has always been
Very effective.”
Scrimgeour waved his wand and muttered a curse in a low voice. A ball of flame rose up in his palm, and then he pointed his hand at the black thing.
Flames spurted out, and the thing began to struggle continuously, and finally turned into a puddle of black tar. The bishop nodded to Scrimgeour, raised his sword and killed another tar monster.
Scrimgeour used fire to help him clean up the mess. What troubled the Auror Director was not only the monsters that kept splitting and reuniting, but also the man who wielded the sword.
This bishop was still a slender and gloomy man before. A strong gust of wind would probably blow him down. But now he has more than doubled in size, and his bulging muscles are about to burst his robe. His speed
As swift as a leopard and as strong as a lion.
Thick black veins covered his neck and cheeks, making him look more like a monster than a human.
The war between the church and the wizards has been going on for so long that many people have forgotten their horror. Scrimgeour secretly told himself that if he could survive today, he must re-read the history of magic.
John used magic to repel the two twisting monsters. He took a breath and said, "You know, I used to like rainy days."
Xing Ze avoided a slap and asked, "What changed your mind?"
A high-pressure water ball repelled the monster that tried to attack Xing Ze again. John threw away the bent wand in his hand and replied: "That."
Xing Ze looked in the direction he was pointing. The pile of fallen flesh and blood bulged up, like a blown up balloon. The bones made a crackling sound, and something squeezed out the flesh and rose up.
The smell is getting stronger and stronger, and the pressure is getting heavier.
Bishop Jacob chopped open a monster blocking his way, flames rose behind him. He stepped on the pile of flesh and blood, jumped up, and raised his sword above his head.
He struck at the evil thing born from the twisted flesh and blood, using all his strength, the long sword easily cut through the placenta-like membrane, but could not make any further progress.
With a "boom", powerful magic knocked Jacob away. Scrimgeour hurriedly cast an air spell and caught the bishop firmly.
"Did I see it wrong, or did you also see someone coming out of there?" John asked.
Those tar monsters no longer attacked, but gathered around the man who stood up from the blood film.
"That's the real butterfly." Xing Ze exclaimed in a low voice, "The butterfly from the abyss."
The man soaked in blood slowly walked down from the flesh and blood. He spread his arms and let the rain wash away the blood on his body. Finally, people saw his face clearly.
"You must be kidding me." John said with a look of disbelief.
"Your acquaintance?" Xing Ze asked.
"That's a waxy face. Well, I mean, his face looks much better now than before, but even if he turns gray, I still recognize him."
Then everything makes sense. Xing Ze thought to himself that he sacrificed the top brass of the Gunyou Gang in exchange for his ascension.
"Okay, okay, there are a lot of celebrities here." waxy face said, "Would any of you give me a piece of clothing? I don't want to be rude in front of these adults."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a monk flew into his hand out of thin air.
"Ah, the dog of the church." He said, and then with a force of his hand, the monk's neck was broken as easily as a dead branch.
The remaining monks were about to rush forward to avenge their companions, but were stopped by Bishop Jacob.
"Go back!" shouted the bishop, "This is not something you can handle. The Lord does not need unnecessary sacrifices."
The waxy face put on the monk's robe, looked around at the people around him, and grinned, "Scrimgeour, the arrogant Auror, when you were chasing us, you were like a hungry lion, cruel and cruel.
It’s so ferocious that it makes people frightened.”
"Errol Childs." Scrimgeour said the name with disdain. "It's you, you mean dog. I heard that you burned your face off just to survive. It seems like rumors
it is true."
"I am reborn, sir, I think you have seen it too. I am no longer the same person as before..."
Childs stretched out his hand, and his arm quickly changed, forming a black wall of flesh to block the magic shot at him.
Does it have the same ability as Blue Beak? Xing Ze said in his heart.
"Big Dog J, didn't anyone teach you that it's rude to interrupt someone else?" The wall of flesh turned back into an arm, and Childers looked at John fiercely.
"Stop your pretentiousness, waxy face, we all know what kind of person you are."
As soon as he finished speaking, the waxy face suddenly rushed towards John, fast enough that no one had time to prepare. The next moment, John was picked up by the neck and lifted up.
"You're right, J, I'm so despicable, I've always been the same." He waved his hand and used an air spell to knock Xing Ze away who wanted to attack.
Then, his hand turned into a sharp thorn, "Say hello to old Benson for me."
The bishop's long sword saved John's life, but the sharp blade cut off Childs' arm. The latter roared and smashed the man in his hand directly towards Jacob, and the two of them were knocked away.
go out.
Childs continued to move forward. He was not in a hurry. His new self was full of strength, a strength he had never had before. He was still adapting to the blessings He had given him.
When he passed by his severed hand, the hand was automatically sucked into his body, and then grew back, intact as before.
How is this possible! Scrimgeour shouted in his heart, even the best healer at St. Mungo's could not heal the broken limb in such a short period of time.
But he was surprised, the magic in his hand did not slow down, and the fireballs were fired towards the waxy face one after another.
But those tar-like monsters rushed over as if desperate, blocking the fireball for their master.