Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Although he was praised as a god, Rice was not happy at all.

He felt that the two people in front of him were completely insulting him.

Who is God? Get lost! I am a real wizard!

In the eyes of modern wizards, their abilities are indeed similar to the divine powers described by Muggles, so they are misunderstood. Although they do not believe in gods, they will not go to great lengths to explain if they are mistaken for gods. But in the eyes of old-school wizards like Rice, being regarded as gods is undoubtedly a humiliation to them.

He no longer wanted to talk to these two people.

The two people, completely unaware that they had touched the minefield of the "Devil Lord", continued to tirelessly express their needs. In their mouths, the powerful Demon Lord seemed like a wishing machine on the side of the road.

But the two of them suddenly shut their mouths, not only because Les raised his hand, but also because they felt that the blood in their bodies seemed to boil at this moment.

The humanoid monster under the altar suddenly stiffened.

When the Demon Lord was first summoned, he did not feel the Demon Lord's extraordinaryness. But the moment He became serious, the monster felt the overwhelming oppression that the Emperor and the God of Light had faced six hundred years ago.

Even though he was more than ten meters away, he still had the illusion that his blood was being evaporated alive. If it weren't for the overlap between his ability and this aspect, his fate would probably be no different from the two people on the altar. Perhaps a weaker guy couldn't even speak in front of a serious demon lord!

"The number of words is inversely proportional to strength." Rice looked at the two people kneeling in front of him with their faces swollen like tomatoes, and sneered at them with contempt.

He walked down from the altar, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from the two people behind him at the same time, and they both turned into mummies in an instant.

Feeling the bloody smell coming towards him, the weirdo knelt down on one knee without any hesitation, staring at the ground, not daring to move.

"You are qualified to talk to me, stand up." Rice looked down at the strange man curled up at his feet, motioning him to stand up and talk.

"I dare not." Les said this, but the weirdo didn't dare to obey. He still maintained that posture, kneeling on the ground motionless.

"Okay." Les didn't bother to care about him. He felt a familiar feeling from the weirdo in front of him, which made him a little confused.

"What are you? Why do I feel like you're familiar?"

Seeing the Demon Lord asking the question, the strange man immediately responded: "My name is Boiling Blood, and I am one of the insignificant people who have been blessed by you and given intelligence and power."

Les frowned: He didn't remember leaving any legacy in this world, he only left behind disasters and plagues.

Hmm? Les had a little guess.

"Could it be that you evolved from the potion I left behind? Are you the embodiment of the plague?"

"That's right! We are all the incarnation of blessing, and you are our kind father." Boiling Blood said, "But plague and the like are just what those mortals call it. What you left behind is clearly the blessing that makes life evolve - those who refuse the blessing will die!"

Rice was quite surprised by Boiling Blood's answer.

At first, Rice thought that the magic potion he left behind had become a spirit, and developed its own consciousness during its continuous evolution. But he soon realized the absurdity of his own thinking.

No matter how good those potions are at evolving, they can't give birth to their own consciousness. The person in front of him was clearly a native of the alchemy world who survived after being infected with his potion and gained powerful power by accident. They called the infection process a blessing...

Rice himself was speechless. He never expected that life would find such a way out on its own.

The disease, which was originally a disaster, became a force to fight against powerful enemies in the hands of these infected people.

It was normal for him to feel that the monster in front of him looked familiar, after all, it was a carrier of the plague.

"What do you want from me?" Les changed the subject.

"I hope you can grant us more powerful strength so that we can have the ability to fight against those who refuse blessings..." Seeing that the loving father finally started to talk about serious topics, Boiling Blood was overjoyed and immediately began to describe his demands.

Those who survived the infection did have an overwhelming advantage over the ordinary creatures in the alchemy world. In addition, many of the top combat forces in the alchemy world had been eliminated by Rice, so they were invincible at the beginning and seemed to be able to sweep the world.

However, the infected people were not united and liked to fight on their own. This gave humans a chance to catch their breath. Later, several top powerhouses emerged and turned the tide of the battle.

Now it is the infected who are at a disadvantage.

So, the infected person named Boiling Blood thought of seeking help from his ancestors.

However, Rice had long since left the alchemy world, so his prayers had no effect. But Boiling Blood never gave up, until today when he successfully "summoned" Rice.

After hearing what Boiling Blood said, Rice frowned.

"I feel like I'm your wish-making machine." Rice couldn't help but complain, and then told Boiling Blood that he had no way to enhance the strength of the infected.

Les is a wizard, not one of those false gods. He cannot grant blessings that allow people to quickly improve their strength, and this will only cause trouble for himself - he wants to wipe out all the top combat forces in the alchemy world, and these infected people are naturally no exception.

Even if there is some treasure that can quickly improve his strength, he will have to kill these infected people with improved strength one by one in the future, which is really too troublesome.

"You just need to bestow the original blessing once more." Boiling Blood said sincerely, with his forehead on the ground.

"Oh?" Les narrowed his eyes.

They needed the original potions? He still had some, but would the original potions really help them?

Considering that the monster in front of him was quite sincere, and that he really wanted to do another experiment, Rice decided to give him a chance.

"How about this, next time you hit me, I will fulfill your wish, how about that?"

"Ah?!" Boiling Blood's eyes were filled with shock.

I hit my father? Really?

But if it's just a hit...

He felt that even if there was a gap between his strength and that of his father, it shouldn't be so great that he couldn't even touch him, right?

"No matter whether we win or lose, I will eliminate the strong ones among ordinary people. You just need to bring me to them." Rice added, giving Boiling Blood a reassurance.

After getting the assurance from his loving father, Boiling Blood felt relieved at once, and at the same time decided to have a fight with the legendary Demon Lord.

"Well, I—"

The boiling blood instantly bounced up from the ground and attacked Les.

"——You're welcome!"

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