HP Magic Biography

　　 "Squeak..."

　　 The door of the church was pushed open.

　　 Different from the brightly lit churches in the past, it is already midnight, and many facilities open to Muggle believers have been closed. Except for the Mingzhu, everything has returned to its original state.

　　 Owen didn't like the appearance of St. Peter during the day, it would make him feel a little ostentatious.

　　As a knight commander, Owen’s greatest enjoyment is a wine cabinet and rum that he can get at any time.

　　 Naturally, Owen prefers this atmosphere, maintaining loyalty to the faith, and then using the sword in his hand to solve all the heretics.

　　 Owen feels that he is more suitable for life in the Middle Ages. Although he said that there is no TV and no car, he can ride a horse?

　　 "My Pope, you are looking for me!" Seeing the pope standing in the center of the church gazing at the angel sculpture against the bright rays of light in the distance, Owen stepped forward quickly.

　　 "Oh, I'm still thinking about when you will come." The pope said suddenly.

　　 "Sorry, it took some time on the road." Owen stood with his sword and bowed.

　　 "I think it must be Taylor," the pope said, "he might be dissatisfied with my arrangement."

　　 "So, did those creatures move again? As far as I know, they have left our control area." Owen asked quickly.

　　 "Ah, yes, our old opponent is really not at peace, and it seems that some people don't seem to make us so peaceful."

"I do not understand what you mean."

"An old friend of mine, I smelled the breath of conspiracy. This is exactly the same as what he did. It was like this when he planned a star stone more than 70 years ago. He gave me conditions that I could not refuse. ."

　　 "Uh...you mean, Mr. Nicole May?"

　　 "It doesn't matter." The pope said, "Do you remember God's oracle?"

　　 "Oracle?"

　　 "Our old opponent, maybe we might really have a glimpse of the kingdom of God." The pope said slowly.

　　Owen just bowed and waited.

　　 "I need you to do something, just as it is, do me a small favor." The pope said, "Speaking of which, how long have you not used your holy sword?"

　　 "Thirty years..."

　　 "I hope it doesn't lose its color."

　　 "Of course, assure you!" Irving said, holding the hilt tightly.

　　 "So, Knight Owen, there are some heretics wandering outside the holy city. If possible, expel them and save an interesting kid." The Pope said.

　　 "And then? Take it to the holy city..."

　　 "Oh, no, don't let him in!" the pope said firmly, "just expel those heretics and let him go."

　　……

　　 "Vatican..."

　　 Fanlin stayed in the sky above the Vatican. As soon as it appeared, Fanlin felt that pure power was constantly washing its body.

　　A kind of gentle and mellow power, but it doesn't fit him.

　　 This made Fanlin feel very uncomfortable, and even gave him a slight squeeze.

　　 I don't know if the sequelae caused by the continuous apparition. In short, Fanlin felt that his chest felt like a cave in.

　　 To be honest, this is terrible.

　　 must leave as much as possible of their own traces along the way, and use spells to arouse the anger of those vampires, and then let them chase themselves frantically.

　　 This is indeed a very difficult thing to operate.

　　 Fortunately, there were no new entrants along the way, and his own apparition was sufficiently proficient, and there was no such thing as being out of the body.

The most dangerous time was probably when I fell off the cliff when I first appeared. At that time, I was almost hit by Tefrey with a spell. Fortunately, Fanlin adjusted his state fast enough and immediately activated the cloak. The stored defensive spells will gain time for the next Apparition.

　　 And the price is that the valuable magic cloak is completely destroyed.

It’s a cloak made with the skin of the Chinese Fireball Dragon, Fox’s tail feathers and Sphinx’s different pupils. Fox’s feathers are okay, but the fully mature Chinese Fireball Dragon and Sphinx’s eyes are indeed somewhat Difficult, this thing is too rare, even if Fanlin inherited Nicolae Mai's alchemy heritage, there is nothing to do.

　　 Speaking of it, the source of the cloak's destruction was the failed Apparition. The transformation of space divided the cloak into countless parts.

　　 But life is more important.

　　 Fanlin shook his head quickly, he must grasp the short gap to absorb the magic as much as possible.

　　 But before Fanlin fell down, several unstable spatial fluctuations appeared not far behind him.

　　 "One is not lost, two are earned!" Fanlin murmured, and the two spells locked the point of Phantom Shift in an instant. If it were Tefrey...

　　 There are not so many coincidences.

　　 These vampires were too cautious. After Fanlin repeatedly used Phantom Shift to grasp the fluctuations of Phantom Shift and killed three of them, these vampires are like cats with their tails trampled on.

　　 It should be said that tortoise is more suitable.

　　 Two slight popping sounds came over, but unfortunately, the screams Fanlin expected did not come.

　　 This couldn't help making Fanlin a little disappointed, but soon Fanlin sorted out his mood, and he didn't have the strength to run anymore.

　　 After several Apparitions, he definitely doesn't even have the strength to lift the staff~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No wonder everyone would rather walk the fireplace than use Apparition.

　　In other words, this magic wasn't a magic for humans at first, right?

　　 Space magic or something, human beings really rarely are good at it. Most of the space complex magic appears in the hands of those big demons. They have strong bodies, crack mountains and gravel, and they don’t use magic wands. People have their own horns.

　　What's the matter with Fox?

　　 Most of the time, Fox is a red bird, alright.

　　 How about the dignity of the Phoenix?

　　 Anyway, most of the time, Fox is a bit natural. Compared to Hedwig or Little Pig, Fox is really obedient, and Fox is more clingy than Crookshanks.

　　Emmm……

　　 "So, you are not going to run away!" Tefrey's face was cold, which was in line with Fanlin's consistent image of an old bat.

　　 An old monster of hundreds of years, he still has to pretend to be elegant and deep. No matter how you look at it, Fanlin feels that he needs to beat him.

"Well, I feel a little nauseous. By the way, are you all right? I think your face is a little uncomfortable. Should we rest and continue? Of course, if you put your old arms and legs together, I will No comments."

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