Crossing and Rebirth

Between the broken walls and ruins, Zhao Wenrui leaned against a pile of bricks and tiles, and the slightly dark blood was constantly flowing out from between his fingers, dyeing his clothes red, and after penetrating, they dripped into the masonry and soil under him like broken pearls.

Zhao Wenrui's expression was full of surprise, and he looked at the woman holding the dagger not far away with questioning eyes.

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

The dagger was also beautiful, with a strange shape and a faint magic light, now stained with blood.

"What I hate the most is that you are like this, you never care, you never understand!" The woman was hysterical, her voice was sharp and high-pitched, all out of tune, and the fingers holding the murder weapon were bloodless because of excessive force.

She looked extraordinarily agitated and resentful, but also implicitly afraid, guilty, and confused. It seems to be a comprehensive emotion of revenge and helplessness, but the problem is that Zhao Wenrui has no grudge against her.

"It seems that I've always prided myself to be smart is actually an idiot, and I still don't understand what is wrong." Zhao Wenrui's face was calm and his voice was low.

Special weapons, real damage, and the life-saving artifacts he has are almost powerless.

Of course, one of the core of the team, the most important healer of the whole team, betrayal, this blow is targeted enough.

The sense of near-death has begun to appear, and Zhao Wenrui knows that he is running out of time, and it is about time for the mastermind of the incident to show up.

Airplanes! Three people appeared in the clearing, which had been empty before.

The first is a tall, athletic young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a sunny temperament, but his deep eyes can make those who pay attention to detail realize that his real age should not be as young as he seems.

The young man looked at Zhao Wenrui, who was embarrassed, and his expression did not show the joy and pride of getting rid of the enemy, but he was still vigilant, and with a bit of sadness.

The two people behind the young man, one strong and one thin, stared at Zhao Wenrui with a fearful expression, their weapons clenched, ready to fight to the death at any time.

Until now, the two of them couldn't fully believe that the boss-level powerhouse 'Lord Death Star' among the reincarnators was about to die because he overturned in the gutter.

That murder weapon was the Deathly Hallows, the Godslayer.

In order to create this assassination opportunity, twenty-seven reincarnation teams have teamed up and are still fighting against the four god generals under the command of the Lord and the Dark Legion.

He also used special rare items to banish the bodyguard and stand-in with the title of Shadow of the Lord to another world.

Despite all the arrangements they had made, and having come to this point, they still suspected that Zhao Wenrui might have a backhand.

It's really that this person's prestige is too great, and there are many powerful reincarnators who have discovered the weakness of the Death Star Lord's main body that is not strong, and there are also many who have taken action, but all of them have died without exception.

The weakness of the lord later became a pronoun for digging pits and waiting for people to jump, and it was circulated among reincarnators.

So what about this time?

It seems to be done!

"Human Emperor, hey, it's really the same day." Zhao Wenrui muttered.

The young man at the head waited until he confirmed that Zhao Wenrui's consciousness had been blurred, and then said in a low voice: "You are too conceited, conceited to disdain communication."

Returning to the light, Zhao Wenrui's eyes lit up, and he glanced at the woman who was leaning towards the emperor like a bird, and said contemptuously and without self-deprecation: "I thought that people like us could survive again and again in the mission, it was already a luxury..."

The voice gradually turned lower, until there was no sound, Zhao Wenrui died!?

In the distance, there was a cheer like a ghost crying wolf, and the sound was mixed with the smell of too much aftermath and glad to vent.

As soon as the lord died, the army destroyed itself, and the victory was decided.

"We've won!" The woman raised her head and said.

The Human Emperor stroked her back, took the dagger from her trembling hand, and said with emotion: "Yes, victory!"

As he spoke, he stabbed a knife into the woman's heart, and in the woman's shocked gaze, he said coldly: "Charm? Ability? Body? Sorry, but you're dirty here! As he spoke, he twisted the handle of the dagger and pushed the woman away.

"Let's go!" The Emperor of the People beckoned his subordinates and walked away first.

The thin man said: "The god killer ..."

"The lord is the supreme venerable, and the murder weapon that killed him will become a dark curse, involving the past life and the future, and the body of all parallel worlds, are you sure you want to take it?"

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

The strong man took a sip of the woman, and spit fell on her pretty face. "Bichi, who would keep something like you who is not grateful?"

The woman's expression changed from despair to complexity, and she turned her head to look at Zhao Wenrui with all her might. She figured something out, but unfortunately it was a little late...

The woman's eyes quickly lost the brilliance of life, and at the last moment before falling into darkness, she saw Zhao Wenrui's body burning, a miserable white flame, just like the color of Zhao Wenrui's strange guardian star, the Death Star...

The Scottish Highlands are wilderness, with strong wind and rain, dim light, and electric snakes jumping among the dark clouds from time to time.

In the mire of the clouds hanging low, two wizards are duel with their wands.

They were all covered in mud and water, and their breath was as heavy as a dog's gasp, but the young one's eyes were excited and bloodthirsty, and the other middle-aged man with a haggard face had a sad face, and while dealing with the battle, he looked at his wife and children who were lying in the mud not far away.

Finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the middle-aged man began to forgive: "I surrender!" I am guilty and I am at your mercy, but my wife and children are innocent, and I beg you to spare them. As long as you promise, I will do with you. The

young man's expression became more and more excited, his eyes lit up as if there was a flame burning within, and he raised his offensive as he shouted, "The Death Eaters have no power. Stanley, you can only surrender unconditionally.

"Alright! I'm ..."

"Remove your weapon!" The young man took advantage of the opportunity and used the disarming charm to get the middle-aged man's wand.

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

was bound by an invisible force, 'Bang'! Suddenly, he fell into the muddy water and said urgently: "You!

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

took a breath and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I was defeated by you.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!" Henry followed with another spell.

This time it was the Unforgivable Curse, Stanley couldn't bear it, and let out a hoarse scream, followed by several mouthfuls of blood.

He said with difficulty, "You are an Auror! It's the law enforcer..."

Henry said with a smile on his face, "I'm not an Auror now, I'm a victim of Death Eaters in my family, damn pureblood!"

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

"It's better than a doubleDeath Eaters with innocent blood on their hands are more despicable?

Henry said as he strode up to Stanley, and a bolt of lightning fell not far away, and the dazzling light of the moment made the young man's expression look very hideous.

He said: "It's all your fault, you old-fashioned garbage, inbred perverts, crazy people who violate morality, you are arrogant, stupid, incompetent, and complacent.

"Before the end of the seventeenth century, Muggle-borns were not only accepted, but often considered more gifted. The nickname Magbob (magic comes from nothingness) says it all. And what about you? In order to solidify the class, in order to control the interests of power, support fallacies, and follow madmen! Another

flash of lightning fell nearby, and the wind was sharper and the rain was stronger.

Henry roared with a bit of an aria as if the Grand Adjudicator had pronounced a sentence: "You pure-bloods are the real bane of the wizarding world, and you are the garbage that should be completely wiped out. Today, on behalf of myself and the thousands of innocent people who have died at your hands, I pronounce the sentence to execute you! The

more Henry spoke, the higher his voice became, and the more he spoke, the more hideous his expression became, and he raised his wand to perform another Drill Heart Curse of the Unforgivable Curse.

At that moment, another bolt of lightning struck, striking the wand and conducting it to Henry. Immediately his body was scorched, his clothes were on fire and smoking, his hair was turned to ashes, his eyes widened, he fell bent, and he was silent.

"Ahh

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

Fifty judges used the meditation basin in unison and watched Stanley's memories. The duel in the wind and rain was the last paragraph they saw.

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

Due to the fact that the interrogator was an ancient pure-blood, and the circumstances of the case were unique, the judge was Wizengamot, the highest court in the wizarding world, and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Arbus Dumbledore, who was also one of the judges.

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