Chapter 460: Brain scan

The vines wrapped around Wilt's neck, making the latter almost suffocate, struggling desperately.

But Murphy remained indifferent, looking meaningfully at the man walking opposite.

"Merlin. God-child."

The magic flowing on the other party far exceeded that of ordinary wizards, and the level of magic almost reached the level of a god, but it was different from ordinary gods. His magic didn't seem to come from the conversion of faith, but looked more like it was borrowed.

On this point, it was somewhat similar to Murphy's situation.

That Merlin was also observing Murphy's reaction. He tortured Wilt just to give this unknown wizard a warning, so as to figure out his background. But seeing that the other party seemed indifferent to his actions, he secretly gritted his teeth, and the murderous intent became apparent. The vines tightened suddenly, about to twist Wilt's neck.

However, at this moment, a wisp of breeze brushed past those vines extremely quickly, but it was like a sharp knife, cutting them into countless fragments.

Wilt collapsed on the ground powerlessly, but Murphy didn't look at him, instead looking at that "Merlin," "I'm new here and don't want to cause any trouble. But you seem to have a lot of hostility towards me. Can you explain the reason to me?"

Merlin glanced at the broken vines. He could do the same thing, just converting magic into sharp wind blades, but the other party did it too easily. He didn't need any rituals or props, nor did he need to chant long spells, and he didn't even see the other party make any movements—this was definitely not something an ordinary wizard could do.

This made him even more vigilant against Murphy in his heart, but he was also 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 here immediately."

"War? With whom?" Murphy asked.

"That's none of your business. If you're not here to join us, get out of here!" Merlin didn't seem interested in explaining, left a sentence, and turned to leave.

"Many wizards are gathered here. Are they all your people?" Murphy was relentless.

"That's a lie," Merdin Wilt said with a hoarse voice on the ground, "Merlin and other god-children recruited wizards from all over the country, claiming they would provide us with sanctuary, but he just treated us as slaves. The meaning of our existence is to forge weapons for his legion so he can fight to the death with those believers of the Christian God!"

Wilt had already seen it. Merlin seemed to fear this newly arrived wizard. Otherwise, with Merlin's style of doing things, if the other party's strength was weaker than his, he would either trick the other party into joining the camp or kill the other party on the spot. He said he wanted the other party to leave, but he was actually just letting himself hide.

Merlin paused, then suddenly turned around, slammed the wooden staff in his hand to the ground, and the ground suddenly bulged with several mounds, spreading towards Wilt at an extremely fast speed.

The latter saw it, but couldn't react at all.

As a wizard, Wilt could naturally use magic, but in this era where there is no magic net, releasing any magic requires him to concentrate and accurately imagine the effect that should be achieved, and then he can guide the magic to appear through gestures, spells, etc.

In the blink of an eye, fear had completely captured his heart. He was too late to hide, so naturally, he couldn't imagine any magic.

However, Murphy just smiled slightly and tapped his toes on the ground. In an instant, a force spread out with him as the center, immediately turning the ground into hard rock. The bulging mounds couldn't move forward when they hit the rock, and they burst open one after another, extending several vines that twisted like pythons.

Merlin stared fiercely at Murphy, "You are not a wizard! What are you? An angel of Christ?!"

But he didn't wait for Murphy's answer. This was just to pronounce the death sentence for the other party.

He waved his wooden staff again, and those vines suddenly elongated, circling around Murphy. In just a few moments, they wove a spherical cage. At the same time, sharp thorns began to grow on those vines, a full elbow long. As the cage suddenly contracted inward, the thorns densely intersected and tied into a ball, forming a thorny oval sphere.

Seeing this, Merlin felt relieved. No matter how many abilities you have, as long as you are still flesh and blood, you will definitely be stabbed into a hedgehog this time.

But from that thorny ball came a voice, "Everyone saw it, you were the one who made the first move."

Before the words fell, a human figure burning with flames walked out of the sphere. He walked to Merlin's side in just one step, and before the other party could react, one of his burning hands pressed on the top of his head, pressing him to his knees.

"Let me see what's going on."

Saying this, the burning hand burned through Merlin's skull, instantly carbonizing his parietal bone. However, its terrifying high temperature seemed to be confined to a very small range, only stripping away the skull above his eyebrows, and not even hurting his meninges in the slightest.

The firelight dissipated suddenly, revealing the figure of the young man in black robes. His palm was suspended at a distance of only one finger above Merlin's exposed brain. Suddenly, ten beams of light shot out from his palm, dividing Merlin's brain into ten areas in an instant, and then those beams began to scan the state of the neurons in their respective areas at a very high speed.

"Legilimency!" the young man finally chanted a spell.

Bursts of burnt smell drifted from Merlin's brain. To obtain the real-time state of neurons, scanning lasers require extremely high precision and intensity, and the fragile brain naturally couldn't withstand such tossing. Those areas that had been scanned were completely scorched.

Merlin was twitching uncontrollably, his eyeballs rolled up, shaking involuntarily. His remaining consciousness was filled with endless fear, and he subconsciously wanted to escape.

But the hand suspended above his head was like a mountain. The other party used some way he couldn't imagine to block the space around him, and he couldn't even control a single finger.

He couldn't even control his own magic, and he couldn't even send a distress message to the source of his magic along the mysterious connection between his magic.

Consciousness was being swallowed, memory was being taken away, he watched his own death, but was powerless.

"Devil..."

At the last moment of his life, what he blurted out was actually the term often used by his mortal enemies, the Christians, to stigmatize his own kind.

"Devil?"

Murphy smiled, withdrew his hand, and let the corpse with only half a brain fall down.

Devil is devil. It seemed he had been called a demon before.

Adopting this terrifying way to extract the other party's memory, besides the experimental purpose, the more important reason was that the other party's magic was very vast, far exceeding that of ordinary wizards. Murphy didn't have full confidence that he could obtain completely true information just by relying on magic to break through the other party's mental defense.

After all, memory reading is an extremely delicate job. Without the help of a magic net, it is difficult for him to guarantee foolproofness in intense magic confrontation.

In contrast, this physical scanning method is safer.

Facts proved that his judgment was correct.

He had already obtained Merlin's memory and knew that this "god-child" was a replica created by the indigenous gods of Britain imitating Christ.

Like Christ, he was a direct creation of gods. His mother was a mortal, but his father was one of the British gods. He was a genuine god-child.

His magic came directly from a god. Just by relying on magic-side means, Murphy might not be able to fully read the other party's memory.

In the process of confronting Christianity, the indigenous gods of Britain had enough of being uncultured, so they decided to fully learn the way of doing things of the Christian God, created this god-child, and intended to use him as a banner to gather the faith of mortals and build their own army to fight against Christians.

It's just a pity that the business was halfway through when it encountered Murphy and was blocked in the middle.

But this matter was obviously not over yet. In the memory Murphy scanned, the god-children created by the indigenous gods of Britain were not just one, and they were all in this camp at the moment.

Sure enough, after a while, several vast magic fluctuations gradually gathered and surrounded him in the middle.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 461 =====