The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"I think the two of you have already understood that Mr. Pope is the source of these blood vessels. If we don't kill him now, we won't be able to get out of here at all."

Zhang Qi showed a cold smile at the Pope. At some point, a dark army thorn appeared in his hand.

At the moment when he saw the thorn, the Pope's retina, which had been completely necrotic, even felt a trace of burning pain, which surprised him very much.

Now, even if he is pierced by a weapon made of Holy Light Mithril, he will not suffer any damage, but this military thorn made of meteoric iron makes him feel a little bit of fear inexplicably.

Interesting, it is so interesting!

"Mr. Dumbledore, I will never kill people intentionally. You have seen today that the probability that I kill is not a human being."

Holding the military thorn in his hand, Zhang Qi slowly walked towards the Pope.

"Courageous, child, but I've changed my mind now. It's very satisfying to enjoy the main course in advance!"

The Pope laughed loudly, and then the corpses let out a messy low-pitched roar, and then rushed over!

"Pfft!"

Zhang Qi gently waved the blade in his hand, and as a few black lights flashed, the two monsters that had just rushed over fell heavily to the ground, and then scattered into countless pieces of meat!

"There are always those ignorant and fearless creatures underground who dare to face the prestige of God."

Zhang Qi raised his head abruptly, and his golden vertical pupils stared straight at the aloof Pope.

An indescribable field spread out in the church, and Dumbledore presciently condensed a shield to block them in front of them, but even so, Anderson still felt that he was a little hard to breathe, and completely. He dared not lift his head to look straight ahead.

"Is this the power of God's blood? Sure enough, he didn't lie to me, God actually exists!"

The Pope's eyes seemed to be bloodshot because of the enormous pressure, but he still raised his arms frantically, cheering loudly in surprise:

"Praise the Almighty Warlock Ion, I am about to enjoy your body"!

"Ow!"

As soon as the Pope's voice fell, all the corpses jumped in place and rushed towards Zhang Qi's head.

The deformed mouthparts of each corpse were dripping with saliva, and it seemed that they could not wait to tear off their skulls and drink the brains inside.

"Have you ever seen a star shattered?"

Standing among the monsters that were about to pounce, Zhang Qi suddenly smiled and said to the Pope.

"Puff puff"!

A certain extremely sharp field unfolded in an instant, and then spread out, encapsulating every corpse.

With a soft cracking sound, all the corpses that had jumped were scattered and fell to the ground, literally.

The incisions on the corpse were clean and tidy, and the blood leaked out of the wound evenly and slowly, and if there were blood vessels in the wound, it was spurted out.

The dirty blood flowing from the corpse stained the sacred floor of St. Peter's Church, and many of them landed on the back of an angel statue.

Speaking of which, it was a little strange. Those disgusting bloods only completely covered one wing of the angel statue, while the other wing was completely white and flawless, without a trace of dirt.

"Any plans? Mr. Pope who is not afraid of death"?

The corner of Zhang Qi's mouth outlined a cold smile, and then he raised the alchemy pistol in his hand.

"No, how is that possible"!

The Pope looked at the undead army that was destroyed in an instant, and let out a roar of horror and despair.

Countless tentacles pierced the gorgeous Pope's robe and stabbed towards this side. It seemed that the Pope was not so willing to admit defeat.

Gu stew </span> "You, who are you"?

While the tentacles pierced the air, the Pope asked hoarsely.

"Go to **** with your doubts"!

Zhang Qi pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The red-gold fire dragon burst out from the muzzle, and when it passed through the realm of the judgment of the word spirit, it was successfully contaminated with its characteristics of slicing everything. With the authority and power from the ancient emperor, it slammed into the dead man who did not know whether to live or die. spirit creatures.

"Ah ah ah ah"!

Countless wounds burst out on the Pope's robe and body. Immediately afterwards, flames enough to melt gold violently infiltrated from the wounds and spread to every part of the body along the blood vessels and nerves.

Before Zhang Qi issued an order to burn, those flames would still keep restraining their behavior, and would only slightly burn the enemy's body, so the Pope, who had fallen into an undead, was suffering from burns all over his body at this moment.

The pain cannot even be described in words, but even the purgatory in Vatican mythology is nothing more than that?

The Pope was able to make a high-pitched scream at first, but then the scream became lower and lower, and finally became weak.

"It's still alive for a while, but it won't last long. If you two have any questions, you can go and ask."

At this moment, Zhang Qi was concentrating all his energy on maintaining the stability of Jun Yan in that disgusting undead creature, and then he suggested that the two of them had been stared at and asked questions quickly, because the other party would not last long.

"Who the **** made you look like this"!

God Anderson ran to the Pope in three steps and two steps, grabbed his collar with his hand, and asked loudly:

"The great warlock Ion will rule everything"!

The Pope squeezed out a cheer from his already hoarse voice.

"Damn, talk to me"!

Anderson growled loudly into the Pope's face.

"You are too late, the Lord of all things from the abyss will rule over everything, and then you will only end up being slaves and food"!

Although the Pope was enduring the pain of burning his body in flames, his expression was extremely happy and frantic.

"Hoo"!

Zhang Qi finally couldn't control his words. Flames ignited from every cell inside and outside the Pope. When Zhang Qi pulled Anderson away, the Pope, who was chasing immortality, was burned to ashes.

Those flying ashes landed on the Pope's pure gold throne, and Anderson walked over with a little trembling. The ashes were still a little hot, and the old man just now had long since disappeared.

"He was once a helpful pope, and he instituted many modern constraints."

After a moment of silence, Anderson said in a trembling voice.

"It is very easy for those who fight against darkness to fall into darkness. All we can do is not to lose ourselves when fighting against darkness."

Zhang Qi looked at the ashes and sighed.

"Come on, Father Anderson, the students outside are still waiting, we need to make sure they are not injured."

"Anderson, let's go."

Dumbledore also persuaded him.

Anderson looked at the pile of flying ashes and didn't speak for a long time.

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