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Several black, ghostly creatures were reflected in his pupils, gradually drifting towards them.

625 Soul Shock

Click.

The carriage door was slowly opened, and everyone discovered the ghost-like monsters one after another.

It floated in mid-air, draped in a tattered cloak resembling a black mist. Its posture and appearance evoked a sense of fear and foreboding. With its appearance, the temperature in the carriage plummeted again. Simultaneously, a frost gradually formed around it.

"This is..." Hermione widened her eyes in shock.

In front of Hermione, the monster slowly stretched out its right arm from its tattered robe. Its skin looked like it had been blistered in water for a long time, and many disgusting pustules had grown on its head.

"Dementors?!" Hermione finally confirmed that this guy was indeed the creature she had just learned about.

What she felt at this moment was not fear, but surprise.

Because just a dozen days ago, when she was communicating with Jellal through her magic phone, he had told her about these magical creatures, including their abilities, weaknesses, and how to deal with them.

At that time, Hermione thought she would never see this kind of creature in her life, after all, the area where it lived and moved was only in Azkaban. But she didn't expect that she would actually encounter it on the train to Hogwarts today.

Is it a coincidence?

Hermione frowned, her expression puzzled. Considering the tone of the young professor's words, it seemed he was certain he would encounter something like this.

Just as her thoughts were racing in her mind, the Dementors in front of her suddenly began to move.

But it seemed to take a breath, and an incomprehensible "gurgling" sound came from its mouth. It was as if what it had inhaled was not air, but some other strange substance.

Ah!

Suddenly, everyone in the carriage let out a cry of surprise. A bone-chilling chill gradually enveloped their limbs, as if they had been thrown into an ice cellar.

"No, no!" Harry Potter screamed in panic, and his body rolled off the chair to the ground with a thud.

"Hey, Harry!" Ron hurried forward to check on his friend and reached out to pull him up. "How are you?"

"Don't come over here, don't come over here!" However, Harry seemed not to recognize his friend at this moment. He shouted with empty eyes and his arms kept waving in the air.

He seemed to have seen some horrible scene, his spirit gradually collapsed, and finally he fainted with a "thump".

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed when he saw this scene, but at this time he found that the Dementor was actually floating towards them. "Oh, damn it!"

"Get out of here!" At this critical moment, Hermione suddenly roared.

The Dementor started and turned to look at where Hermione was.

"I said, get out!" Hermione was like an angry lioness at this moment, exuding an oppressive aura.

Ron didn't know if it was his illusion, but he even noticed that there was something wrong with Hermione's pupils. They seemed to be emitting a faint light like bright stars.

The Dementor stopped moving, seemingly frightened by Hermione's current state. Its body gradually retreated and merged into the darkness behind it.

call.

Only after confirming that the Dementors had completely disappeared did Hermione finally breathe a sigh of relief and said excitedly, "The method Professor Ziklaine gave me is indeed effective."

of course.

The corners of Gerard's mouth curled up in a faint smile. This was Soul Shock, a level above the effectiveness of Patronus against Dementors.

Expecto Patronus uses one's own beauty and happiness as an introduction to outline a passive defense that can have an effect on Dementors, while Soul Shock is a direct mental attack on the Dementors themselves.

In other words, Soul Shock could easily kill a Dementor. The Dementor survived because Hermione had barely practiced this skill.

buzzing.

The group chat interface shook, and a message prompt appeared.

[Reminder: Congratulations to Hatchet Girl for completing the world mission and receiving a 5,000 point reward.]

[Reminder: The group leader has gained absolute control over this world, and the hatchet girl has gained management rights over this world.]

This is an actor: Okay, not bad.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Congratulations, Kotonoha-chan.

Book artist: Although it’s a bit sour, congratulations anyway.

Hatchet Girl: Well, I was also dragged down to lie down.

Speaking of being carried away, Yanye felt a little embarrassed. At first, she had vowed that she could lead Lilith and Janet to victory without any effort, but in the end, she almost failed.

Curly Hair: That's great, it's great to have someone to lead me. So, why is my teammate Gin-san the idiot Wig? I want to change my teammate now, is that okay?

Lin Fengjiao: Ah Yin is quite resentful, you should be more open-minded.

Curly-haired boy: How can I let this go? I clearly defeated the World Boss. And yet, you and Kotonoha completed the World Quest faster than us! I'm so pissed!

The illustrator: What the hell are you doing? You're just a complete idiot! You've been slacking off the entire time completing the world quest!

Curly-haired boy: I don't like what you said, take it back! What do you mean Gin-san, I've been slacking off? I've also been doing my own thing, okay?

Book Artist: For example?

Skirt Uplifter: I know, like little marble games like Pachinko?

The villain of Soul Society: That must have been hard work for you.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Sister Hua, do you want to play a game this time?

Lazy Kitten: What are you playing?

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: The people from Konoha and Sunagakure want to rescue Gaara, and we are ready to transform into a divine body.

Illustrator: Pfft! Let Sister Hua go. She has a huge grudge against the protagonist team. Just wipe them all out instantly, without giving them a chance to struggle.

The villain in Soul Society: Forget it, I’m just a medic.

Skirt-lifting maniac: I get it, Sister Hua is not interested in these losers in the protagonist group.

Hatchet Girl: I understand. Our Hua Jie only likes to fight the strong, and of course she disdains to step on ants. But to Hua Jie, the entire Naruto world seems to be similar to ants, right?

Skull Island Handsome Guy: That’s why she said she was a medic.

Book artist: Good, you are worthy of being Sister Hua!

Lazy Kitten: Sister Hua is the best! Hug Sister Hua's white thighs! Take a lick, and it tastes like ice cream! (Expression: Happy)

This is an actor: Your fantasy is a bit outrageous, it is clearly the smell of herbs.

626 The God of Cowardice

Scarlet Snake Fairy:?

Hatchet Girl:?

Skirt-lifting maniac: An Ran-san, there's something wrong with you! How come you know everything so clearly?

This is an actor: Don't ask, if you ask, he is omniscient and omnipotent.

Curly-haired boy: Phew, that's a really convenient excuse.

[Reminder: Curly Hair was banned from the group for 5 minutes]

This is an actor: think before you speak, my friend.

Lazy Kitten: Hiss, so decisive! Brother An Ran is a little different today. Is he actually going for that domineering CEO look? This is incredible.

Book Artist: Why do Sister Hua’s thighs have a herbal smell?

Soul Society's Villain: I mixed the herbs used by the Fourth Division myself, so they have the smell.

Fairy Chi Lian: Is this what it means to be marinated?

Lazy Kitten: Phew, hahahaha! Damn, marinated and flavorful, this description is simply amazing!

The artist of the book: Oh my god, Sister Mochou has become so humorous now.

Eriri almost couldn't help laughing out loud. This marinade was so delicious. But she had to hold it in now. After all, she was a dignified saint.

"Your Majesty, it's done." Ashley hurried into the choir, her face filled with excitement. "The Emperor has already begun mobilizing the Arbitrators and Guard Corps of the Saint Luo Academy. He can't hold back any longer."

"Of course." Eriri maintained her composure on the surface, but she was delighted inside.

Just as she expected, although the emperor of the Vandersey Empire also needed to rely on the War Church and faith in God to maintain his rule, he could not tolerate the collusion between the nobles and the church.

After all, this mighty emperor himself was an extremely ambitious ruler, and he was obsessed with centralizing power.

In his eyes, no matter the nobility, the church, or the Royal Guard, they were all his tools, helping him to accomplish his eternal imperial ambitions. But now the situation had reversed, and he had become the tool.

If the imperial nobles really formed an alliance with the church, his power would inevitably be undermined.

His Majesty the Emperor could not tolerate this, and even more so, could not tolerate the fact that his designated successor was actually a puppet of the Church. This had touched his reverse scale, and he would make the Church and the nobles pay a heavy price.

"What do we do now?" Ashley asked in a low voice.

"You don't need to do anything, just convey this message to the Pope." Eriri curved her lips and smiled.

To the Pope?

Ashley blinked, instantly understanding the connection. "I'll have Domi pass it on."

Domi and Kira, the church heralds who previously tested Eriri.

Although these two were not strong, they were very clever. They had now left the Pope's control and joined Eriri's choir.

"Something interesting is going to happen next." Eriri stood up and looked at the male statue in the center of the choir. "Why don't you go over and give your shepherd some advice?"

Ow.

Just as Eriri finished speaking, the face on the statue suddenly revealed a twisted, resentful expression, and the man opened his mouth, as if about to curse. However, because he was a statue, he could not make any sound.

That's right, this statue is exactly the image of the god of war carved by church members with the power of faith.

But in reality, the God of War's true form was much uglier than the statue. He was actually just a bald, middle-aged, greasy man, not at all as handsome as the statue depicted him to be.

After Eriri became the saint of the church, this statue became the only channel for the God of War to communicate with his believers.

"Oh, I forgot." Eriri patted her head and said with a meaningful smile: "You don't dare to send down the oracle now, how pitiful."

He really didn't dare to use the oracle anymore.

Because oracles need to be conveyed to the minds of believers through the simulation and instillation of images with divine power. And now Eriri already possesses the same divinity as him, his divine power will become Eriri's nourishment once it descends.

The God of War would naturally not do such a blatant act of aiding the enemy.

Furthermore, since Eriri had already ascended to demigod status, even the God of War, despite his deep hatred for her, was powerless against this thief. Even if He were willing to send down a clone, it would still be no match for Eriri, unless He was willing to risk everything to send down His true form.

But the God of War did not have such courage.

Once a god's true form descends into the world, his kingdom will be left defenseless. And when he descends, he will also be sensed by other gods.

If a god with ulterior motives attacks his kingdom at that time, he will lose his position as a god.

The God of War clearly knew the priorities, whether to kill the thief out of anger or to protect his position as a deity. So even though he was furious, he could only hold his nose and swallow his anger.

"You're angry, right? But you don't dare to hit me." Eriri looked at the statue's distorted expression and smiled even more unbridled. "Is this a god? Is being a god really so frustrating?"

The statue lost its expression and seemed to have become autistic due to anger.

Tsk tsk, the gods of this world are really no good.

Eriri smacked her lips, her face full of disdain. If anyone dared to be so impertinent to her, she would definitely smash their head off without a second thought.

Just because you admit defeat, do you think you can get away with it?

Eriri sneered, then turned and sat back on her throne. This is just the beginning, you idiot.

Foul-mouthed Suit Man: Damn it, why haven't Thanos and his four little dolls come yet? Uncle, I'm already getting anxiously waiting, my farm is in dire need of manpower!

Skirt Lifter: You want to fight Thanos? Mr. Deadpool, do you really have the strength to do that?

Foul-mouthed Suit Man: Oh, little devil... You really underestimate me. Uncle, am I the kind of person who would seek death? Of course, I have already thought of an effective way to make Thanos cry bitterly. He will kneel before me and beg for atonement.

Wig: Found it in a dream?

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: Shit, shut your stinky mouth. Uncle, I'm not dreaming, I'm serious!

Hatchet Girl: What method?

Foul-mouthed Man: Be patient, guys. The mystery can't be solved so quickly. I want to leave you with a sense of anticipation. Yes, yes, anticipation... This anticipation will make you feel happy.

The artist of this book: Delight your brother-in-law, and go to hell with the Riddler!