An infinite journey that begins at Hogwarts

As a landowner, Chizuru lived long enough even though he had no talent.

And time is a huge advantage.

The two knives in his hands were like two cunning poisonous snakes, showing their white fangs and constantly attacking Cedric's weak points.

Fierce as a tiger coming out of its box.

Yes, possibilities flowed like stars in Cedric's magnificent sapphire eyes.

This landowner's combat power is surprisingly good.

At least he has the basic sword skills of level 4 and the basic pace of level 3.

The ritual weapon in his hand is also linked to some special rules, which will cause additional damage to unclean objects.

It's a pity that I couldn't be more pure.

With his self-time acceleration and future vision, Cedric was at least able to dodge and defend with ease.

Even though she was her own master, Mother C couldn't help but said venomously, "Although I really don't want to disturb your mood, we still have a lot of work tonight and don't have time to watch you perform poor sword skills."

As a person from the Age of Gods, she has seen too many thrilling battles.

Descendants of the divine blood fight with each other for glory and destiny, to please the superior gods.

Compared to the battle between them, Cedric's battle with the landowner was nothing compared to the battle between Spartan children.

Those young children will become the most ferocious evil spirits in order to survive. Although their skills are still rudimentary, the blood and death can at least please the audience.

"No," Cu Chulainn interrupted while eating the takoyaki he just bought. "It's quite interesting for the noobs to peck each other."

After hearing the two people's comments, Cedric suddenly lost interest.

"Life is like a dream, and it won't rest until the threads are gone. Fly away, red butterfly."

The Zanpakutō completed its initial interpretation in Cedric's hands. The bright blade shattered like a reflection in the water, turning into a red butterfly that was between reality and illusion.

Their wings, as thin as cicada wings, carry dreamlike and magnificent lives.

According to legend, souls who fail to cross the Santu River will grow new Bianhua flowers on both sides of the Yellow Spring. Flowers that bloom like flames record the best life of each soul and lure other souls to fall here.

"Sacrificial vessel, you are a god" Qianhe Landowner was surprised.

The so-called sacrificial vessel is an advanced state of the ritual vessel. If a pure enough soul is willing to dedicate everything to the god he serves, then the ritual vessel formed by this soul will transform into a new form under the influence of divine power.

The gods of Gao Tianyuan call them sacrificial vessels, and the sacrificial vessels are only in the hands of those famous gods. They are their most precious treasures and will even be passed down from generation to generation as a sign of the gods' return after their death.

The landowner of Qianhe had only heard of the sacrificial vessels.

However, he did not choose to run away, just like Chizuru did not run away directly today even though he knew that ghosts were attacking his divine domain.

Of course, this is not the integrity of the gods.

As a landowner, the foundation of his faith comes from the small photography studio in front of him.

If he loses it, he will become a Noragami.

The wandering ghosts gradually disappear without the support of their will. This is something more terrifying than death.

Even if the gods of this world die, as long as their faith is still there, they can rely on Gao Tianyuan to return from the long river of fate. This is the only thing that looks like a god.

Cedric watched from the sidelines as Chizuru was gradually fighting with his dream self, and asked his mother, who was studying the torii next to her, "Do you see anything?"

Mom touched the crimson pillar and analyzed the magic blooms one by one in her hand. "The barrier formed here is connected to Gao Tianyuan, so when it is broken, Gao Tianyuan will feel it."

"We made the right choice to wait until those ghosts take action. The ghosts' fear of collecting mortals and the power of the gods here are two sides of the same force. They are different manifestations of the power of low-level faith."

"So if they do it, they will contaminate the internal structure rather than break it."

The red butterfly spit out dreamy filaments and wrapped the landowner Qianhe into a cocoon, letting him sink into his dream forever.

"It's interesting. Gods and ghosts have two sides. No wonder they call themselves eight million ghosts and gods."

Cedric walked step by step into this small photography studio, which was about 20 square meters.

There is only an empty main hall, and there is not even an auxiliary hall for the priests to rest.

However, judging from the flowers and clean water donated, this Qianhe landowner still has many believers around him.

Most of them inherited this shallow belief from their grandparents, and the accumulation from generation to generation is considerable.

Now these are all my own, saving me a lot of time.

Mother C used magic to carry the ghosts and the cocoons of the landowner Qianhe and walked in.

"I have checked his memory. Most gods are born from wishes. Ordinary souls or demons will not become gods even if they collect faith, because the faith they collect is the power of fear rather than willingness."

Mother c was taking notes on magic. This is a practice for spell casters. Every high-level spell caster’s notes are worth no less than peerless secret books. There should be no way to replace the other party violently like before."

"Wishes, ritual objects, and contracts between gods and humans are quite interesting." Cedric said with a smile.

He looked at the shrine of Qianhe Landlord, and with a flash of snow-white sword light, split his shrine into two halves, "Since the god was born from a wish, it's just a matter of rebirth."

He reached into his heart with his right hand and took out an exquisite Holy Grail.

"I didn't expect to feel happy again." The sharp blade in his hand slashed vertically, and the green ghost's ferocious head rolled down. The black blood was quickly eliminated under the purification of the holy place.

Aoki's head was wide-eyed, obviously he didn't understand why Cedric suddenly killed him.

"Recover a scarlet treasure chest and ask the contractor to check it out."

The Lord God’s prompt came.

"Huh?" Cedric was a little surprised.

"What's wrong, Master?" C's mother, who was looking through Qianzhe's memories, raised her head and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that the main task has not been completed." Cedric waved his hand nonchalantly.

He looked at his main mission.

"Complete a retreat."

In other words, killing monsters and ghosts casually is not considered a cure, it is just killing.

The prerequisite for retreat should be a request, a wish, a mortal wish to exorcise demons or gods.

Resignation and the bond between gods and men, fear and willpower, Cedric's mouth cracked and he smiled, "The collective will of mankind in this world is really interesting."