Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 455 Brain Scan

The vines wrapped around Wilt's neck, nearly suffocating him, and he struggled desperately.

But Murphy remained unmoved, giving the man approaching him a meaningful look.

"Merlin. The Divine Child."

The magic flowing through the other party far exceeded that of ordinary wizards, and the level of magic was almost at the level of gods. However, unlike ordinary gods, his magic did not seem to come from the conversion of faith, but seemed to be borrowed.

This is somewhat similar to Murphy's situation.

Merlin was also observing Murphy's reaction. He had tortured Wilt only to give this unknown wizard a warning and to find out his background. But seeing that the other party seemed to care about his actions, he gritted his teeth and his murderous intent suddenly appeared. The vine suddenly retracted, about to strangle Wilt's neck.

Just then, a gentle breeze swept across the vines, slicing them into countless pieces like a sharp knife.

Wells collapsed to the ground, powerless. Murphy didn't look at him, but instead turned to "Merlin." "I'm new here and don't want any trouble. But you seem very hostile towards me. Could you explain why?"

Merlin glanced at the severed vines. He could do the same thing, only he would convert magic into sharp wind blades. But the other party did it far too easily. There were no rituals or props required, no need to chant long incantations, and he didn't even see the other party make any move. This was something that no ordinary wizard could do.

This heightened his wariness of Murphy, but also made him more cautious. "This is my camp, and as you can see, we are preparing for a war. But you are an uninvited guest. Either state your identity and position, or leave immediately."

"War? With whom?" Murphy asked.

"This is none of your business. If you're not here to join us, then get out of here right now!" Merlin seemed uninterested in explaining, and turned to leave after saying this.

"A lot of wizards have gathered here. Are they all your people?" Murphy persisted.

"That's a lie," Merlin Wilt on the ground rasped. "Merlin and the other divine children recruited wizards from all over the country, claiming they would provide us with protection, but he only treated us as slaves. Our purpose was to forge weapons for his legions so he could fight to the death with those Christian followers!"

Wilt had already figured it out; Merlin seemed somewhat afraid of this new wizard. Otherwise, given Merlin's style, if the other party was weaker than him, he would either trick them into joining the camp or kill them on the spot. He was saying he wanted the other party to leave, but actually, he just wanted to hide himself.

Merlin stopped in his tracks, then suddenly turned around and slammed his wooden staff down, causing several mounds of earth to rise from the ground and spread rapidly toward Wilt.

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

As a wizard, Wilt was certainly capable of using magic, but in this era where there was no magic network, casting any spell required him to concentrate and accurately imagine the effect he wanted to achieve before he could guide the magic to appear through gestures, incantations, and so on.

In that split second, fear had completely gripped his heart. He was too busy hiding to even imagine any magic.

However, Murphy simply smiled slightly, tapped the ground with his toe, and in an instant, a force spread out from him, instantly turning the ground into hard rock. The mounds that rose up could not advance any further when they hit the rock and burst open, extending several vines that twisted like pythons.

Merlin glared at Murphy. "You're not a wizard! Who are you? An angel of Christ?!"

But he didn't wait for Murphy's reply; it was merely a way to pronounce a death sentence on him.

He waved his wooden staff again, and the vines suddenly stretched out, coiling around Murphy and weaving a spherical cage in just a few moments. At the same time, sharp thorns, each an elbow long, began to extend from the vines. As the cage suddenly contracted inward, the thorns intertwined and formed a dense cluster, creating an oval sphere covered in thorns.

Merlin felt relieved upon seeing this. No matter how capable you are, as long as you are still made of flesh and blood, you will surely be turned into a hedgehog by this blow.

But a voice came from the spiked ball, "Everyone saw it, you started it."

Before the words were even finished, a humanoid figure engulfed in flames stepped out of the sphere. In just one step, he was in front of Merlin. Before Merlin could react, the fire-man pressed one of his hands on Merlin's head, forcing him to his knees.

"Let me see what's going on."

As he spoke, the burning hand burned through Merlin's skull, instantly carbonizing the skull. However, the terrifying heat seemed to be confined to a very small area, merely peeling away the skull above Merlin's eyebrows, without even damaging his meninges.

The flames suddenly dissipated, revealing the figure of a young man in a black robe. His palm hovered just an inch above Merlin's exposed brain, and ten beams of light suddenly shot out from his palm, instantly dividing Merlin's brain into ten regions. Then, those beams began to scan their respective regions at an extremely high speed on a nanoscale scale.

"Seize the spirit and grasp the mind!" the boy finally uttered the incantation.

A burning smell wafted from Merlin's brain. To obtain the immediate state of neurons, the scanning laser required extremely high precision and intensity, and the fragile brain could not withstand such torture. The scanned areas were completely burned.

Merlin's entire body was convulsing uncontrollably, his eyes rolled back, and he trembled involuntarily. His remaining consciousness was filled with endless fear, and he instinctively wanted to escape.

But the palm pressing down on his head felt like a mountain. The other party had sealed off the space around him in some way he couldn't even imagine, and he couldn't control even a single finger.

He could no longer control his own magic, and he couldn't even send a distress message to its source through the mysterious connection between the magic.

His consciousness was being consumed, his memories were being stolen, and he watched helplessly as he died.

"devil……"

In his final moments, he uttered words that his sworn enemies, Christians, often used to stigmatize their own people.

"devil?"

Murphy smiled, withdrew his hand, and let the corpse, with only half a head remaining, fall to the ground.

So be it, it's called a devil. I think it was also called a demon before.

Besides the experimental purpose, the more important reason for using this horrific method to extract the other party's memories is that the other party's magical power is enormous, far exceeding that of ordinary wizards. Murphy is not entirely confident that he can break through the other party's mental defenses and obtain completely true information simply by using magic.

After all, memory reading is an extremely delicate task, and without the help of the magic network, it would be difficult for him to guarantee absolute success in the face of intense magical battles.

In comparison, this physical scanning method is actually more secure.

His judgment proved to be correct.

He has now acquired Merlin's memories and knows that this "son of God" is a replica created by the native British gods in imitation of Christ.

Like Christ, he was a direct creation of God. His mother was a mortal, but his father was one of the British gods. He was a true Son of God.

Its magic originates directly from a god, and Murphy may not be able to fully read the other's memories using only magical means.

In their struggle against Christianity, the native British gods learned the hard way about being uncultured, so they decided to learn the ways of Christ God and created this Son of God for themselves. They planned to use him as a banner to gather the faith of mortals and build their own army to fight against the Christians.

It's a pity that his entrepreneurial journey was thwarted by Murphy before it was even halfway through.

But this matter is clearly not over yet. In the memories that Murphy scanned, the native British gods created more than one divine child, and they are all in this camp at the moment.

Sure enough, in a short while, several powerful magical energy fluctuations gradually gathered around him, surrounding him in the middle.

(End of this chapter)