The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"What"?

Shen Jian was confused after hearing Zhang Qi's words.

"I said there are two zippers on the back of my windbreaker, help me open them, quick"!

Zhang Qi said anxiously to Shen Jian, then stabbed the black sword-shaped army across his chest, and watched a huge water tank in the distance vigilantly.

"It's over"!

Shen Jian immediately pulled the two zippers on the windbreaker behind Zhang Qi.

"Why does a good windbreaker have to have two zippers on the back? This designer's brain circuit is also a wonderful thing."

Shen Jian also raised the Type 64 pistol in his hand and aimed it at the water storage tank.

Because at this time, as long as the ear is not deaf, you can hear the sewage flowing out from the rupture, pouring on the ground and making a rustling sound.

"That thing should have eaten there just now, and it's probably still there."

Zhang Qi analyzed it very calmly.

"The ground in front can be regarded as a cross-flow of sewage, but except for the part where the sewage flows, there are no footprints. That thing is still... Be careful"!

Zhang Qi was talking, and suddenly shouted:

"Be careful, it's there"!

Shen Jian's reaction was faster than Zhang Qi. He raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger directly at the gap between the two water storage tanks.

"Crack, snap!"

The muzzle of the Type 64 pistol exploded with a mass of chamber flame, and then the entire bolt moved back, throwing the shell from the ejection window.

The two bullets flew towards the water storage tank in the distance almost in no particular order, and then passed through the gap between the pipes.

"Pfft! Ah ah ah"!

It seemed that something had been hit. With the sound of a bullet entering the flesh, there was a shrill cry from the back of the water storage tank.

A creature the size of a full-grown bull fell from the back of the water tank, tumbling in the sewage on the ground, splashing the stench of blood everywhere.

"Fire"!

Zhang Qi also let out a roar, then pulled out another Type 64 pistol that had just been allocated to him at his waist, pulled the trigger at the disgusting thing, and emptied a magazine!

Due to customs issues, Zhang Qi did not bring the Desert Eagle with him when he entered the country, otherwise he could use the .55 bullet plated with a layer of Sage's Stone to greet the distinguished guest.

"Damn, the sewage on the ground is providing it with organic matter, we can't kill it like this"!

Shen Jian looked at the struggling monster on the ground and couldn't help but let out a foul language.

The gunshot wound on the Abomination is healing little by little. He just saw with his own eyes a silver bullet being slowly squeezed out of the wound by the proliferating rotten flesh!

"Then find a way to kill it completely. Don't tell me that your night workers only use guns to solve problems. Didn't your ancestors teach you anything for so many years?"

Zhang Qi yelled at Shen Jian, then drew his wand from his waist.

"The Thunder of the Holy Judgment"!

The tip of the wand shot out a purplish-red lightning, and then immediately hit the body of Abomination, who was twitching on the ground, but was actually absorbing the blood in the sewage to restore his strength.

"Zira"!

The electric arc licked the clumps of carrion like a whip, and immediately left indelible black marks on it.

It's just that those charred parts soon cracked open again, revealing the freshly grown carrion inside.

"Damn, wait"!

Shen Jian couldn't help but scolded the tenacious undead creature in front of him, then reached out and pulled down a pendant hanging from his neck.

It was a sterling silver pendant, in the shape of a sickle as a whole, with a small emerald inlaid on it where the sickle shaft and the blade meet.

No matter how you look at it, it just looks like an ordinary pendant, but obviously no one is stupid enough to think so.

"I'll be fine soon, you can hold on for a while"!

Shen Jian stroked the pendant and said to Zhang Qi.

"You hurry up...the flames are blazing"!

Zhang Qi flicked his wand, and a bright flame instantly covered the hatred in the sewage.

Listening to the shrill screams coming from not far away, Zhang Qi didn't mean to relax, but instead increased the output of magic power.

The greasy sewage on the ground has a very good flame retardant effect. The current hatred only looks miserable on the outside, but in fact it is basically harmless.

"Quickly imprisoned"!

Zhang Qi waved his wand again, and a sturdy rope appeared out of nowhere in the air, and then tied the disgusting monster to the sewage pipe behind him.

The hatred kept roaring, tearing at the rope with his keratinized hands.

At this stance, the rope won't last long before it breaks.

"Shen Jian, hurry up, motherfucker, I can't tie it up any longer!"

Zhang Qibei's face was flushed, and he shouted at Shen Jian.

Zhang Qi has not turned on the blood-violent state now, and his physical strength is already a bit too much, but he does not want to reveal his physique for the time being.

The vitality of hatred is extremely tenacious, and its power is also extremely large. In a comprehensive evaluation, it is much more dangerous than a basilisk.

Because hatred can change the shape of his body at will to adapt to harsh environments, and can absorb all organic matter as his own supplement, trying to deal with him is 10 points of trouble, and even dangerous.

If this thing appeared on the streets of the city, then the Muggle army could only destroy it completely by using the aircraft to mount napalm bombs or even thermite bombs.

"It's over, get out of the way quickly!"

Just when he was about to lose his support, Zhang Qi heard Shen Jian's anger coming from behind, plus the whistling sound of something cutting through the air.

That is the sound of the sharp blade cutting through the air!

Zhang Qi resolutely flicked to the side, putting all this hatred in front of Shen Jian.

"Pfft, kacha"!

With the crisp sound of the sharp blade penetrating into the meat and cutting through the bones, the green-lighted blade cut through the rotten flesh that had no mechanical strength like a hot knife cutting butter~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and cut off the inside. skeleton.

Maybe the blade was a little hindered when it cut the bone, but it was only a little bit.

After a tumbling, Zhang Qi turned his head to look in the direction of the pool of sewage, and then froze there.

A huge sickle cut the hatred in two from the middle. The dark green blades that shone with ominous rays were located on the inside and outside of the sickle, and green flames were burning on them.

This is a war sickle entirely made of mithril and other alchemical metals, and it is an extremely powerful alchemical weapon!

"Death to Lao Tzu"!

The Shenjian holding the scythe rod let out a roar, and a black flame quickly ignited from the position of his hand. As the scythe rod spread toward the blade, the hated body burned violently!

"Netherfire"!

Zhang Qi looked at the black flames that kept spreading and corroding on Abomination, and was so frightened that he almost couldn't speak.

Netherfire, as the name suggests, is the flame of the Netherworld.

In the traditional mythology of Shenzhou, **** fires are burning everywhere, and the souls of sinful people will be punished by the burning flames forever.

In fact, this is a very dangerous black magic.

The reason why he is said to be very dangerous is that Netherfire is extremely difficult to control, and it is easy to backlash against those who release it, so even in Shenzhou, this is a forbidden spell.

Perhaps, everyone is not too familiar with the name Netherfire, but it does not only have this kind of name.

In the West, this flame has another name.

"Fierce fire"!

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