Chapter 455 Brain Scan

The rattan wrapped around Wilt's neck, almost suffocating him and struggling desperately.

But Murphy remained indifferent. He looked meaningfully at the man walking across from him.

"Merlin. Son of God."

The magic power flowing in the opponent's body far exceeds that of ordinary wizards, and the level of magic power has almost reached the level of gods. However, it is different from ordinary gods. His magic power does not seem to come from the transformation of faith, but looks more like It's borrowed.

This is somewhat similar to Murphy's situation.

The Merlin was also observing Murphy's reaction. He tortured Wilt just to give the unknown wizard opposite him a blow so that he could find out the details. However, seeing that the other party didn't seem to care about his actions, he secretly bit him. Gritting his teeth, murderous intent suddenly appeared, and the cane suddenly shrank, about to break Wilt's neck.

But at this moment, a wisp of breeze blew past the vines very quickly, cutting them into countless pieces like a sharp knife.

Wales collapsed weakly on the ground, but Murphy didn't look at him, but looked at "Merlin", "I'm new here, and I don't want to cause any trouble. But you seem to be very hostile to me. Can you explain to me the reason? ?"

Merlin glanced at the chopped vines. He could do the same thing, but he just transformed the magic power into sharp wind knives. But what the other party did was too easy, and he didn't need any rituals or props. There was no need to recite long spells, and he didn't even see the other party making any moves - this was definitely not something that ordinary wizards could do.

This made him more wary of Murphy, but also more cautious, "This is my camp, and as you can see, we are preparing for a war. But you are an uninvited guest, or show your Identity and position, or leave here immediately.”

"War? With whom?" Murphy asked.

"This is none of your business. If you're not here to join us, get out of here right now!" Merlin seemed to have no interest in explaining, so he turned around and left.

"There are many wizards gathered here. Are they all yours?" Murphy refused.

"That's a lie," Merdin Wilt on the ground hoarsely said, "Merlin and other sons of gods recruited wizards across the country, claiming to provide us with shelter, but he only regarded us as slaves. We exist. The meaning is to build weapons for his legion so that he can fight to the death with those believers of Christ! "

Wilt has already noticed that Merlin seems to be a little afraid of this new wizard. Otherwise, with Merlin's behavior, if the opponent is weaker than him, he will either coax the opponent to join the camp or kill the opponent on the spot. He said he wanted the other person to leave, but in fact it was just to hide himself.

Merlin paused. Suddenly he turned around and slammed down a wooden staff in his hand. Several mounds suddenly rose up on the ground and spread toward Wilt at an extremely fast speed.

The latter saw it, but had no time to react.

As a wizard, Wilt can of course use magic, but in this era where the magic network does not exist, releasing any magic requires him to concentrate on accurately imagining the effect that should be achieved, and then through Gestures, incantations, etc. guide the emergence of magic.

In this flash of lightning, fear had completely captured his heart. Before he could hide, he was naturally unable to imagine any magic.

However, Murphy just smiled slightly and tapped his toes on the ground. In an instant, a force spread out from the center, turning the ground into hard rock. The several raised mounds of earth collided with each other. When they reached the rocks and could no longer move forward, they exploded one after another, stretching out several vines that twisted like pythons.

Merlin stared at Murphy fiercely, "You are not a wizard! Who are you? An angel of Christ?!"

But he didn't wait for Murphy's answer. This was just to sentence the other party to death.

He waved his wooden staff again, and the vines suddenly stretched out and circled around Murphy. In just a few moments, they woven a spherical cage. At the same time, sharp thorns began to protrude from the vines. , one cubit long. As the cage suddenly shrank inward, the spikes were densely intertwined into a ball, forming an elliptical sphere covered with thorns.

Merlin felt relieved when he saw this. No matter how capable you are, as long as you are still flesh and blood, you will definitely be turned into a hedgehog this time.

But from the spike ball, a voice came out, "Everyone saw it, it was your hand that moved first."

Before he finished speaking, a human figure with burning flames all over his body walked out of the sphere. He took only one step and came to Merlin. Before the other party could react, Pyro put one of his hands on the top of his head and held him down. He knelt down.

"Let me see what this is all about."

As he spoke, the flaming hand burned through Merlin's skull, instantly carbonizing the parietal bones. However, its terrifying high temperature seemed to be limited to a very small range, and it only peeled off Merlin's skull above his eyebrows. Not even the meninges were damaged at all.

The firelight suddenly dissipated, revealing the figure of a young man in black robes. His palm was hanging just a finger's distance above Merlin's exposed brain. Ten beams of light suddenly burst out from the palm, dividing Merlin's brain in an instant. Ten areas, and then those beams began to scan the areas they were responsible for at a very high speed at the nanometer scale.

"Legilimency!" The boy finally chanted a spell.

Bursts of burning smell floated from Merlin's brain. In order to obtain the real-time state of neurons, the scanning laser requires extremely high precision and strength, and the fragile brain certainly cannot withstand such torment. The scanned areas were completely burned.

Merlin's whole body was twitching uncontrollably, his eyes rolled up, and he shook involuntarily. His remaining consciousness was filled with endless fear, and he subconsciously wanted to escape.

But the palm that was pressing on his head was like a mountain. The other party blocked the space around him in a way that he could not imagine, and he could not control even a finger.

He could not even control his own magic power, and could not even send a distress message to its source along the mysterious connection between magic power.

His consciousness was being devoured, his memory was being taken away, and he watched his death with his own eyes, but he was powerless.

"Devil..."

In the last moment of his life, what he blurted out was the word that his mortal enemy Christians often used to stigmatize their own people.

"Devil?"

Murphy smiled, retracted his hand, and let the corpse with only half of its head left fall down.

Let's call it a devil, it seems to have been called a demon before.

In addition to the purpose of the experiment, the more important reason for using this horrifying method to absorb the other party's memory is that the other party's magic power is very huge, far exceeding that of ordinary wizards. Murphy is not completely sure that he can break through the other party's mental defense and obtain completely true information by magic alone.

After all, memory reading is really an extremely delicate job. Without the help of the magic network, it is difficult for him to guarantee that it will be foolproof in the fierce magic confrontation.

In contrast, this physical scanning method is safer.

Facts have proved that his judgment is correct.

He has now obtained Merlin's memory and knows that this "Son of God" is a replica of Christ created by the native British gods.

Like Christ, he is a direct creation of the gods. His mother is a mortal, but his father is one of the British gods. He is a genuine son of God.

Its magic power comes directly from a god. Murphy may not be able to read the other party's memory completely by means of magic alone.

In the process of fighting against Christianity, the native gods of Britain suffered enough from the lack of culture, so they decided to learn the way of Christian God in an all-round way, and created this son of God for themselves, intending to use him as a banner to gather the faith of mortals and build their own army to fight Christians.

It's a pity that he encountered Murphy before he started his business, and he collapsed in the middle.

But this matter is obviously not over yet. In the memory scanned by Murphy, the native gods of Britain created more than one son of God, and they are all in this camp at the moment.

Sure enough, in just a moment, several majestic magic fluctuations gradually gathered and surrounded him in the middle.