Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

As a landowner, although Qianhe has no talent, he has lived long enough.

And time is a huge advantage.

The double knives in his hands are like two sly snakes, showing their snow-white fangs, constantly attacking Cedric's weak points.

Ferocious as a tiger out of its box.

Yes, possibilities flow like stars in Cedric's magnificent sapphire eyes.

The landowner's fighting power is surprisingly good.

At least have the basic knife skills of LV4 plus the basic pace of LV3.

The [Sacrificial Vessel] in his hand is also linked to some kind of special rules, causing extra damage to unclean things.

It's a pity that I couldn't be more pure.

With [Self Time Acceleration] and [Future Vision], Cedric can at least dodge and defend with ease.

Even though she is her own master, Mother C still couldn't help but venomously said, "Although I really don't want to disturb your interest, but we still have a lot of work tonight, so we don't have time to watch your clumsy knife skills."

As a person from the Age of Gods, she has seen too many thrilling battles.

The descendants of the blood of the gods fight each other for glory and destiny, and please the gods above them.

Compared with the battle between them, the battle between Cedric and the landowner was not even comparable to that of a Spartan child.

Those young children will become the most ferocious ghosts in order to survive. Although their skills are still poor, blood and death can at least please the audience.

"Don't." Cu Chulainn interrupted after eating the takoyaki he just bought, "It's quite interesting to have chicken pecking at each other."

After hearing the comments from the two, Cedric suddenly lost interest.

"Floating life is like a dream, when you wake up from the sting, you won't stop until you're done, so let's fly, Red Butterfly."

Zanpakuto completed the first solution in the hands of Cedric, and the sharp blade shattered like a reflection in the water, turning into red butterflies between reality and illusion.

Their wings as thin as cicada wings carry a dreamlike and magnificent life.

According to legend, the souls that fail to cross the Santu River will grow new Bana flowers on both sides of the Yellow Spring. The flowers that bloom like flames record the best life of each soul and lure other souls to fall here.

"[Sacrificial Vessel], are you a god?" Qianhe Landlord was puzzled.

The so-called [Sacrificial Vessel] is an advanced state of [Ritual Vessel]. If a sufficiently pure soul is willing to dedicate everything to the god he serves, then the [Ritual Vessel] formed by this soul will be transformed into a new form under the action of divine power .

The gods of [Gaotianyuan] called it [Sacrificial Vessel], and [Sacrificial Vessel] is only in the hands of the gods with names and surnames. It is their most precious wealth, and it will even be passed on from generation to generation, called the return of the gods after their fall. Beacon'.

The landowner of Qianhe has only heard of [Sacrificial Vessel].

But he didn't choose to run away, just like Qianhe didn't just run away when he knew that ghosts were attacking his domain of God today.

Of course, this is not the integrity of the gods.

As a landowner, the foundation of his belief comes from the small "Photography Society" in front of him.

If he loses it, he will become a Noragami.

Lonely ghosts wandering around, gradually disappearing without the support of [Wish Power], this is something more terrifying than death.

Even if the gods in this world are dead, as long as their faith is still there, they can rely on [Gao Tianyuan] to return from the long river of fate. This is the only place that is a little bit like a god.

Cedric watched Qianzuru, who was gradually fighting with himself in the dream, and asked C's mother who was studying the torii, "Do you see anything?"

C's mother touched the crimson column, and analyzed the magic blooms one by one in her hands, "The barrier formed here is connected with [Gao Tianyuan], so when it is breached, [Gao Tianyuan] will be sensitive."

"We waited until the choice of those ghosts to make a move was correct. The [fear] collected by ghosts and the [wish power] of the gods here are two sides of the same power, and they are different manifestations of the power of low-level belief."

"So if they do it, it's polluting the internal structure, not breaking it."

The red butterfly spun out dreamlike filaments, wrapped Qianhe Landlord into a cocoon, and let him sink into his dreams forever.

"Interesting, gods with ghosts and ghosts, no wonder they call themselves eight million ghosts and gods."

Cedric walked into this small studio step by step, about 20 square meters.

There is only an empty main hall, not even a side hall for the priests to rest.

However, judging from the flowers and clean water offered, this Qianhe land owner still has many believers around.

Most of them inherited this shallow belief from their grandparents, and it has been accumulated from generation to generation, which is considerable.

And now these are all my own, saving myself a lot of time.

C's mother used magic to carry the ghost and the cocoon of Qianhe landowner and walked in.

"I have checked his memory. Most of the gods are born from wishes. Ordinary souls or monsters, even if they collect beliefs, they will not become 'gods', because the beliefs they collect are [fear] rather than [ Willpower]."

C's mother was making magic notes, which belong to the practice of spellcasters. The value of every high-level spellcaster's notes is no less than peerless cheats, and she continued, "We still need to analyze the specific principles, but we want to ask There should be no way to replace each other violently like before."

"Wish, [Ritual Vessel], the bond between god and man, it's interesting." Cedric said with a smile.

He looked at the shrine of the landowner of Qianhe, and with a flash of a snow-white knife, he split the god's seat in two, "Since it is a god born from a wish, it's enough to give birth to a new one."

He reached into his heart with his right hand and took out a delicate Holy Grail from it.

The sharp blade in his hand slashed vertically, and the ferocious head of the green ghost rolled down, and the black blood quickly disappeared under the purification of the holy land.

The green ghost's head was wide open, obviously he didn't understand why Cedric suddenly killed him.

"Recover a scarlet treasure chest, please check it out for the contractor."

The reminder of the Lord God came.

"Huh?" Cedric was a little surprised.

"What's wrong, master?" Mama C who was looking through Qianhe's memory raised her head and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that the main mission has not been completed." Cedric waved his hand indifferently.

He looked at his main quest.

"Complete a retreat."

In other words, killing ghosts by oneself is not considered a 'retirement', but just a 'killing'.

The prerequisite for 'retirement' should be a request, a wish, a mortal wish to get rid of demons...or gods.

Cedric said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "The collective will of mankind in this world is really interesting."