Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

"Caught you."

The half-atomized Ciel instantly apparated, and the thick black mist shrank into a point, twisted and rotated. The next moment, he had jumped in front of a white man out of thin air.

The latter raised his gun and was about to fight back, but Ciel had already raised his arm, and a weak flame burned in his palm.

"call"

The next moment, as he blew hard, the flames instantly turned into a huge fire, directly igniting the unlucky guy in front of him into a human-shaped torch.

"what"

“It’s so hot and painful”

Piercing screams echoed throughout the ruins.

Burning to death can be said to be one of the most painful ways to die, at least it is more painful than simple cutting spells and shooting.

The huge pain caused by the death resonance immediately made the remaining people lose control of themselves. They were lying on the ground rolling around randomly, as if there were invisible phantom flames burning on their bodies.

Then they were called by Charles one by one.

Almost in a moment, the remaining people were slaughtered by Ciel. There were no more living people left in the ruins, but Ciel still did not stop.

He stepped back slightly, and he easily apparated again, appearing quietly behind the hidden sniper.

The sniper seemed to have known that he would die, or the death resonance also brought him great pain. He was lying on the ground unresponsive.

But Charles was still very cautious. As soon as he saw this state, he turned into black smoke again, rose into the sky, and fled from here.

"boom"

And sure enough, as soon as he left, a huge explosion came from the sniper's original position. It seemed that he had secretly pulled the grenade ring and planned to die together from the beginning.

There is no weakling in the clan.

The relationship between them is too heavy.

. . .

Ciel fell back into ruins.

With the death of the sniper, the nearby ethnic groups have been completely wiped out by him. At this time, only the core of the ethnic group is left.

But Ciel still didn't walk over directly.

He glanced at the ruins around him, raised his wand, and began to spin it gently. As he moved, large gusts of wind spurted out along the wand, directly blowing away all the surrounding cover.

Then he saw that the high platform near the core of the ruins was covered with densely packed booby traps.

If he had gone straight into the idea of ​​​​grabbing people by apparating from the beginning, he would have definitely been blown apart.

But now, there is no difficulty.

The wand was lifted and retracted, and the core of the group had steadily flown out of the minefield.

Ciel walked up to the old woman.

She seems to be in some kind of coma or suspended animation, and has never responded to the outside world. Only her weak breathing means she is still alive.

Otherwise, he looks like a dead person.

But Ciel knew that she was the Clan.

Discovering Purpose: Getting to the Core of the End of Life

Name: Core

Challenge Level: 20

Constitution: 45

Spirit: 1000

Remember: I can feel pain, joy, despair, joy, and happiness.

Remember 2: There are no secrets for us.

Remember 3: This is not a blessing, but it is not a curse either. Are you... ready?

"Hermione is ready."

Ciel whispered.

With a slight twist of his right hand in the air, he opened a small Kama Taj portal. He stretched his arm in and pulled over the travel bag he had left in the villa.

Inside the check-in bag was a delicate silver-white suitcase. The suitcase looked expensive to make. The surface was made of some unknown metal, and the combination lock was also extremely complicated.

This is indeed the case.

This is a freezer that Charles broke into and borrowed from a medical laboratory to refrigerate human organs.

Opening the suitcase, the cold air inside instantly turned into white mist, spreading around, rising, and then disappearing.

"Chong"

With the suitcase ready, Ciel reached into his arms and pulled out a sharp dagger.

He glanced at the still unconscious clan and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, this is not a personal grudge, it's just..."

"for the future."

"Push"

. . .

"boom"

"Boom"

Obtaining the core of the ethnic group is not the end. It looks too old. I don’t know how many ethnic groups have been born intentionally or unintentionally in this life. If you want to give birth to a new one, you must leave a spot.

So Ciel returned to the town and began a massacre of the remaining tribe.

After the main attacker, shooter, commander, and a series of combat-effective members of the tribe died, the remaining tribe was almost powerless to resist.

The police cars kept buzzing, and the only two police chiefs in the town kept evacuating the crowd, trying to stop Ciel. The remaining tribes also took out their hidden heavy fire weapons and started to fight back crazily.

To survive, to take revenge.

But none of this could stop the massacre of Ciel.

After about ten minutes, he was convinced that there was no clan left in the town because there was no one alive in the town.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the town, otherwise it might have taken him longer.

This is also the reason why he didn't cover up his appearance in the first place, because there would be no witnesses.

After wiping the blood on his face, Charles suddenly felt the notebook in his arms start to vibrate again. He took out a wizard hat and put it on his head. The new cleaning skill that came with it instantly cleaned up the blood stained on him.

Ciel took out the notebook.

"Harry's condition is very bad this afternoon. I'm really worried about his competition in the next few days. You know, he almost fell off his broomstick in the afternoon. By the way, how are you doing in Wonderland?"

When she opened the notebook, she saw dense female fonts, but it could be seen that Hermione was writing a little hastily this time, and her handwriting was a little sloppy.

The sentences were almost connected together, and the words were spoken in a rapid manner, very Hermione's style. Ciel could even imagine her expression and tone when she spoke.

Charles kicked away the corpse of a waitress lying on the outdoor coffee table behind him, and then sat on a stool.

"not bad."

He took out his quill and wrote seriously.

"It's going very well."

"Ah you devil"

"click"

Just as Ciel was writing seriously, an angry roar suddenly came from behind him. The voice sounded almost indistinguishable from that of a wild beast.

At the same time, there was the sound of loading.

But Ciel didn't look back and flicked his wand back.

The sound fell silent for a moment.

"I can go back soon."

he wrote again.

After finishing this sentence, he put down his quill and turned around. He found that the person who tried to attack him was a young girl. A shotgun fell beside her. Judging from her age, she was probably from this coffee shop. The store manager's daughter.

Perhaps realizing that no one could stop the devil, the shop owner hid his daughter. Unfortunately...

But that being said, there may be other survivors left.

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