Among the broken walls, Zhao Wenrui leaned against a pile of bricks and tiles. The slightly dark blood was constantly flowing out from the gaps between his fingers, dyeing his clothes red. After seeping into the bricks and soil under him like broken lines.

Zhao Wenrui looked surprised and looked at the woman holding the dagger not far away with questioning eyes.

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

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

"What I hate the most is that you look like, you never care about it, and you will never understand!" The woman was hysterical, her voice was sharp and loud, and she was distracted. Her fingers holding the weapon were bloodless because of excessive force.

She looked particularly excited and resentful, but also implicitly fear, guilt and confusion. It seemed to be a comprehensive emotion that had no place to rely on after the revenge, but the problem was that Zhao Wenrui had no grudge with her.

"It seems that I, who always claims to be smart, is actually a fool. I still don't understand where I am wrong." Zhao Wenrui's face was calm and his voice was low.

Special weapons, real damage, and almost nothing he has in his life-saving objects.

This is of course, one of the core team, the most important treatment for the whole team, and the betrayal of this strike is strong enough.

The feeling of near-death has begun to appear. Zhao Wenrui knew that he had no time and it was probably time for the mastermind to show up.

Buzz! Three people appeared on the empty space before.

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

The young man looked at Zhao Wenrui in a mess, and his expression did not show the pleasure and pride of getting rid of the enemy, but was still very alert and with a bit of sadness from the dead rabbit and fox.

The two behind the young man were both strong and thin, staring at Zhao Wenrui with a look of fear, holding his weapons tightly, ready to fight to the death at any time.

Until now, both of them could not fully believe that the boss-level strong man in the Reincarnation 'Death Star Lord' was about to die.

That weapon is the Deathly Halloween - the God Slayer.

In order to create this assassination opportunity, twenty-seven reincarnation teams worked together and are still fighting bloody battles with the four gods under the command of Jue Lord and the Dark Legion.

He also used special rare items to exile the bodyguard and substitute with the title of Shadow of the Lord to another world.

Despite so many arrangements and having reached this point, they still suspect that Zhao Wenrui might have a backup plan.

It was really because this person was too famous and found that the main body of Death Star Lord was not strong, and many of them took action, but all of them died without exception.

The weaknesses of the Lord Jue later became pronouns for digging holes and waiting for people to jump, and were circulated among the reincarnationists.

So what about this time?

It seems to be done!

"Human Emperor, hey, it's true that there is no other day." Zhao Wenrui murmured.

The young man in charge 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 disdain to communicate."

Looking back, Zhao Wenrui's eyes lit up, and he looked at the woman who was leaning against the human emperor like a bird, and said contemptuously but self-deprecatingly: "I think it's already a luxury for people like us to survive again and again in the mission..."

The voice gradually became lower until there was no sound, and Zhao Wenrui was dead!?

There were cheers like howlings of ghosts and wolves from afar. The sound was mixed with too many survivors of life. I was glad to vent my feelings.

Once the Lord died, the army destroyed itself, and the winner was decided immediately.

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

The Human Emperor stroked her back, took the dagger from her trembling hand, and sighed: "Yes, I won!"

As he said that, he stabbed into the woman's heart with a knife. In the woman's shocked gaze, he said coldly: "Caramour? Ability? Body? Sorry, but you are dirty here!" He said that, he twisted the handle of the dagger hard, and then pushed the woman away.

"Let's go!" The Human Emperor greeted his subordinates and took the lead.

The thin man said: "The God-killer..."

"The Lord is the Supreme Venerable. The weapon that kills him will become a dark curse, involving the past and future, all the bodies of the parallel world. Are you sure you want to take it?"

The greed in the thin man's eyes quickly subsided.

The strong man spat on the woman and spit on his beautiful face. "Bichi, who would keep something like ungrateful like you by your side?"

The woman's expression changed from despair to complexity. She turned her head hard and looked at Zhao Wenrui. She figured out some things, but unfortunately she was a little late...

The woman's eyes quickly lost the glory of life. At the last moment before she fell into darkness, she saw Zhao Wenrui's body burning, with pale flames, just like the color of the Death Star, the strange guardian planet of Zhao Wenrui...

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The Scottish Highlands are wilderness, with strong winds and heavy rains, and dim lights. From time to time, electric snakes are leaping among the dark clouds.

In the slumber of dark clouds, two wizards are waving their wands to duel.

They were already covered in mud and water, and their breath was as heavy as a dog's panting. The young man looked excited and bloodthirsty, while the haggard middle-aged man looked worried. While dealing with the battle, he looked at his wife and children who were lying in the mud not far away.

Finally, I couldn't help it, and the middle-aged man began to beg for mercy: "I surrender! I am guilty and I will punish you, but my wife and children are innocent. Please let them go. As long as you agree, I will deal with it."

The young man's expression became more and more excited, his eyes brightly as if there were flames burning inside. While strengthening his offensive, he whispered: "The Death Eater has no power. Stanley, you can only surrender unconditionally."

"Okay! I..."

"Give up your weapons!" The young man took the opportunity to take the middle-aged man's wand with a disarming spell.

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

Stanley was bound by invisible force, and fell into the mud with a bang, and said anxiously: "You!"

"What's wrong with me?" the young man walked over and said proudly: "I, Henry Reeves, defeated you!"

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

"Heart and bone-cut!" Henry followed with another spell.

This time it was an unforgivable curse, Stanley couldn't bear it, and screamed hoarsely, then vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

He said with difficulty: "You are an Auror! You are a law enforcement officer..."

Henry said with a joke and smiled: "I am not an Auror now. I am a victim of a family member who was poisoned by the Death Eater. Damn pure blood!"

"Despicable!" Stanley's eyes widened and gritted his teeth.

"Can the Death Eater whose hands are covered with the blood of innocent people?"

Henry said as he strode to Stanleyche, and a lightning bolt fell not far away. The instant glaring light made the young man look very ferocious.

He said, "It's all your fault. You old-fashioned garbage, perverts who are close relatives, and madmen who violate ethics. You are arrogant, stupid and incompetent, and self-confidence."

"Before the late seventeenth century, people from Muggle origins were not only accepted, but were often considered more talented. The nickname magbob (magic originates from nothingness) can tell everything. And what about you? To solidify the class, to control the interests of power, support fallacies, and follow the madman!"

Another lightning bolt fell nearby, the wind was getting stronger and the rain was getting stronger.

Henry roared with a sigh as if the verdict was pronounced by the great verdict: "You pure blood are the real root of the wizarding world, and the garbage that should be completely erased. Today, I will sentence you to death on behalf of myself and the thousands of innocent people who died at your hands!"

The more Henry said, the louder he spoke, the louder he spoke, the more ferocious he looked. He raised his wand and wanted to use another pilogue mantra in the unforgivable mantra.

At this moment, another lightning flashed down, hitting the wand and spreading it to Henry again. It immediately made his body charred, his clothes were on fire and smoke, and his hair was ashes. He stared at him, tilted his body and fell silently.

"Ah puff!"

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

Fifty judges used the meditation pot together to watch Stanley's memory. The duel in the wind and rain was the last part they saw.

This is a scene that took place in the British Empire Ministry of Magic in 1985.

Since the trial was ancient pure blood and the case was special, the trial was Wiesengamor, the Supreme Court of the Wizarding World, and the principal of Hogwarts, Abuth Dumbledore, who was also one of the judges.

And now, the buzzing noise has shown that the judges obviously have a good opinion on the arrest operation in the thunderstorm wilderness...
Chapter completed!