Chapter 1 Traveling

Among the ruined walls, Zhao Wenrui was leaning on a pile of bricks and tiles. Dark blood was continuously flowing from between his fingers, staining his clothes red, and dripping down to his body like broken pearls. In masonry soil.

Zhao Wenrui looked surprised, and stared at the woman not far away who was holding a dagger tightly with questioning eyes.

The woman is beautiful, pure and sweet, but now this beauty has been completely destroyed by the distorted expression.

The dagger is also beautiful, with a strange shape and a faint magic light, but now it is covered with blood.

"What I hate the most is that you are like this. You will never care, and you will never understand!" The woman roared hysterically, her voice was out of tune, and the fingers holding the murder weapon were already bloodless due to excessive force.

She looked extraordinarily excited and resentful, but also implied guilt and confusion. It seemed to be a combination of feelings of being helpless after a big grudge was avenged, but the problem was that Zhao Wenrui had no grudge against her.

"It seems that I've always claimed to be smart, but I'm actually an idiot. I still don't understand what's wrong." Zhao Wenrui said in a low voice.

Special weapons, real damage, and the life-saving utensils he owns are almost powerless.

Of course, one of the core members of the team, the team's most important healer, was in charge of betrayal, so the attack was naturally targeted enough.

The sense of near-death had begun to appear, and Zhao Wenrui knew that he was running out of time, and it was time for the mastermind of the incident to show up.

hum! Three people appeared in the previously empty space.

The leader is a tall and strong young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a sunny temperament, but his deep eyes can make people who pay attention to details realize that his real age is not as young as he looks.

The young man looked at Zhao Wenrui, who was in a state of distress, and his expression did not show the joy and pride of getting rid of the enemy, but he was still full of vigilance, with a bit of sadness.

The two people behind the young man, one strong and the other thin, stared at Zhao Wenrui with a look of fear, their weapons clenched tightly, ready to fight fiercely at any time.

The two of them still can't fully believe that the BOSS-level powerhouse "Lord Death Star" among the reincarnated people just capsized in the gutter and was about to die.

The murder weapon was the Deathly Hallows—the Godslayer.

In order to create this assassination opportunity, twenty-seven reincarnated teams joined forces, and they are still fighting bloody battles with the four great generals and the dark army under the Lord's command.

He also used special and rare items to exile the bodyguard and stand-in with the title of Lord's Shadow to another world.

Even though they had made so many arrangements and had reached this point, they still suspected that Zhao Wenrui had a backup.

It is really that this person's prestige is too great. There are many powerful reincarnators who have discovered the weakness of the Death Star Lord Lord's individual combat power, and many have taken action, but they all died without exception.

The Lord's weakness has become a pronoun for digging a hole and waiting for someone to jump, and it is circulated among reincarnations.

So what about this time?

Looks like it's done!

"Human Sovereign, hey, there really is no second day." Zhao Wenrui murmured.

The leading young man waited until he confirmed that Zhao Wenrui's consciousness had been blurred, and then said in a low voice: "You are too conceited, so conceited that you don't bother to communicate."

Looking back at the light, Zhao Wenrui's eyes lit up, and he glanced at the woman who was clinging to the emperor like a bird, and said contemptuously and self-deprecatingly: "I thought that people like us can survive missions again and again, just It's already a luxury..."

The voice gradually lowered until there was no sound. Zhao Wenrui is dead?

There were cheers like howling ghosts and wolves in the distance, and the rest of the life after the catastrophe was full of luck to vent.

Once the lord dies, the army will self-destruct, and the outcome will be decided.

"We won!" the woman raised her head and said.

Human Sovereign stroked her back, took the dagger from her trembling hand, and said with emotion: "Yes, we won!"

As he spoke, he stabbed a knife into the woman's heart. Under the woman's astonished eyes,

He said coldly: "Charm? Ability? Body? I'm sorry, but your place is dirty!" He twisted the handle of the dagger fiercely, and then pushed the woman away.

"Let's go!" Human Sovereign greeted his subordinates, and walked away first.

The thin man said, "Godslayer..."

"The lord is the supreme venerable, the weapon used to kill him will become a dark curse, and whoever takes it will be unlucky."

The thin man's greed disappeared immediately.

The strong man spat at the woman, and his saliva fell on her pretty face. "Bichi, who would keep such an ungrateful thing like you around?"

The woman's expression changed from despair to complicated, and she turned her head hard to look at Zhao Wenrui. She wanted to understand something, but unfortunately it was a little late...

The woman's eyes quickly lost the brilliance of life. At the last moment before falling into darkness, what she saw was Zhao Wenrui's body burning, pale flames, just like the color of Zhao Wenrui's strange guardian star Death Star...

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In the wilderness of the Scottish Highlands, the wind is strong and the rain is strong, the light is dim, and there are electric snakes running among the dark clouds from time to time.

In this clouded morass, two wizards are dueling wand-waving.

They were already covered in mud and water, and their breathing was as heavy as a dog's panting, but the young one's eyes were excited and bloodthirsty, and the other middle-aged man with a haggard face had a worried expression on his face. Wife and children in the mud.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, the middle-aged man began to beg for mercy: "I surrender! I am guilty and I will be punished by you, but my wife and children are innocent, please let them go. As long as you promise, I will do as you please."

The young man's expression became more and more excited, his eyes were bright as if there were flames burning inside, and he stepped up his offensive while shouting loudly: "Death Eaters have no power. Stanley, you can only surrender unconditionally."

"Well, I……"

"Disarm!" The young man took the opportunity unprepared and used the disarming spell to get the middle-aged man's wand.

Stanley surrendered, but before he could speak, the young man cast a spell again: "Quickly imprison!"

Stanley was bound by an invisible force, 'boom'! With a slap, he fell into the muddy water and said anxiously, "You!"

"What's wrong with me?" The young man said proudly as he walked over, "I, Henry Reeves, beat you!"

Stanley held back his breath and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I was defeated by you."

"Cruciate!" Henry followed with another spell.

This time it was the Unforgivable Curse, Stanley couldn't take it anymore, let out a hoarse scream, and then spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

He said with difficulty: "You are an Auror! You are an enforcer..."

Henry said with a joking face, "I'm not an Auror now, I'm facing you from the perspective of a victim whose family members were poisoned by Death Eaters, damn pure blood!"

"Despicable!" Stanley opened his eyes wide and gritted his teeth.

"Despicable? Can it be more despicable than a Death Eater with innocent blood on his hands?"

Henry strode close to Stanley, and a bolt of lightning fell not far away, and the instant glaring light made the young man's expression very hideous.

He said: "It's all your fault, you old-fashioned garbage, inbreeding perverts, lunatics who violate ethics and morals, you are arrogant, incompetent, and self-righteous."

"Before the end of the seventeenth century, Muggle-borns were not only accepted, but often considered more gifted. The nickname Magbob (Magic from Nothing) said it all. And you? For the fixed class, for the control Power and position benefits, support fallacies, follow lunatics!"

Another bolt of lightning fell nearby, the wind became more violent, and the rain became stronger.

As if the arbiter pronounced a sentence, Henry roared with a bit of aria: "You purebloods are the real bane of the wizarding world, and you are garbage that should be completely wiped out. Today, on behalf of myself, I will die with you With tens of thousands of innocent people in your hands, you are sentenced to death!"

The more Henry spoke, the louder his voice became, and the more ferocious his expression became. He raised his wand, and wanted to cast another Cruciatus Curse in the Unforgivable Curse.

At this moment, another bolt of lightning fell, just hitting the wand, and then transmitted to Henry. Immediately, his body was scorched black, his clothes caught fire and smoked, and his hair turned to ashes. He stared wide-eyed, fell sideways, and remained motionless.

"Ah poof!"

In the hall, there was the sound of spitting water and the rustling of a handkerchief wiping his face.

Fifty judges used the Pensieve together and watched Stanley's memory. The duel in the wind and rain was the last part they saw.

This is a scene from the Ministry of Magic in the British Empire in 1985.

Since the person being tried is an ancient pureblood and the circumstances of the case are special, the adjudicator is the Wizengamot, the highest court in the wizarding world, and Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, is also one of the judges.

But now, the buzzing noise has shown that the judges clearly have a good opinion of the arrest in the Thunderstorm Wilderness...