Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

The white room was full of the smell of disinfectant. In the ward inside, there was a figure covered in tubes and wrapped so tightly that it could no longer be seen that it was human-shaped. The numbers and curves on the heart rate-detecting instrument were on it. It’s no longer optimistic.

"Special fourth-degree severe burns, the total burn area exceeds 90%, and organ failure."

At this moment, an old man with gray hair in a white robe stood outside the ICU special care unit. He lowered his head and looked at the medical test report in his hand with a very ugly expression.

Especially when you read the last sentence

"It is recommended to be mentally prepared in advance."

The case sheet in the old man's hand soon turned into ashes when he burned himself without fire. It was obvious that he was furious.

"It's too much to bully others. It's too much to bully others."

"drop"

The automatic door behind him opened, and a middle-aged man who was dressed in a similar style to the old man walked in, but this man had a big bump on his forehead and his eyes were squinted.

Anyone who is familiar with the identity of the middle-aged man would never think that he is the legal representative of the Panxing Sect and Sonoda Shigeru, who currently represents the Panxing Sect in all matters.

In the past, whenever a curse master provoked the Panxing Sect, they would usually place a reward on the curse master's assassination website.

Isayama Nomei picked up the wine glass that Xia Youjie refilled for him, bumped it with Gojo Satoru's wine glass, took a sip and put it down.

"Harm, Xian Ming, you are exaggerating."

Last time it was Xia Youjie's Honglong that sent Isayama Norimei and Gojo Satoru away, and this time it was his turn.

Xia Youjie also gets angry, so the two show signs of fighting again.

As for how to deal with that little bastard Nori Isayama, this bad old man also has ideas.

Gojo Satoru suddenly found that Isayama Nomei's eyes were blank, which was strange.

The Pope of Panxing Sect made the decision directly without giving Sonoda Shigeru a chance to refute.

Seeing this scene, Gojo Satoru joked to Xia Youjie

One of Xia Youjie's [Spell Spirit Exercises] has a curse spirit with the same ice ability as Isayama Nomei's Xiao Ai, and it is an imaginary curse spirit, similar to the snow girl in folk mythology, and the level is not low.

Beer at room temperature is equal to horse urine, and if it is iced, it is equal to national cellar. You cannot drink it if it is not iced.

"Sonoda, find out who made Matsuda like this?"

“Sugar contentment.”

"Wow, Xianming, what are you doing?"

Because the Spell Masters Association has produced another good candidate who can exorcise special-level curse spirits, the old man has also heard about it. Grandma, but she didn't expect that hearing this name again would burn the fire on the head of their Panxing Cult.

"Isayama Nomei, formerly known as Kamo Nomei."

In that future without Natsu Youjie and Isayama Nomei, only Gojo Satoru faced the powerful enemy alone. With his "unlimited technique" invincibility, he faced a disastrous defeat.

"Jie, look at Xian Ming's dragon. Is it much more powerful than your Hong dragon?"

"The damn Spellcasters Association sent a stupid young kid to do this."

"Satoru, I have endured you for the second time."

Although Isayama Nomei said this, he still grabbed the water glass next to him. As soon as he picked it up, the boiled water sloshing in it turned into hard ice, and then poured the ice cubes into Xia Youjie's wine glass.

"Satoru, you better not rely too much on your "no lower limit" technique."

"Who do you think I am? I am Gojo Satoru!"

What determines life, death and victory is often just a small mistake by the opponent, or a small breakthrough by oneself.

If it weren't for them, how could they be as virtuous as they are now? The meeting of weapon and soul was immediately scrapped.

Gojo Satoru smiled and stopped the shoulders of Xia Youjie and Isayama Nomei at the same time, and said with a smile.

Several filled wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

"The abominable Association of Conjurers."

The Pope of Panxing Sect looked at the information in his hand and said to himself

Xia Youjie didn’t pick up his friends.

Sonoda Shigeru wanted to turn around and leave, but the Pope stopped him again, as if he felt it was inappropriate.

Isayama Nomei, who had no idea that his actions had suddenly put a large organization in a difficult situation, was drinking to make matters worse.

"But."

As for whether people are willing to "go home", that's up to the Kamo family.

Believers are losing followers on a large scale, and senior officials have resigned one after another. This is something so outrageous that has never happened in the Panxing Sect, which has such a long history, following Master Tianyuan from the Neon Nara period to the present.

The person with the highest status in the Panxing Sect is this white-haired old man with a voice that is as rotten as a dead tree and is very cold.

"People from the four major families? Still those little brats."

After sending the two people home, Isayama Nomei finally arrived at his home.

The money traveled from the Neon account to Xiangang, then to seven countries including Dibai and Cyprus, then passed through Xiangang and finally returned to Neon again.

"I don't know who the Spellcasters Association will send to protect the bitch (the astral body), but this time not only the astral body, I will also let all the people who protect her die without burial."

He fought alone until the end, and not even a single teammate came to the rescue.

The old man from the Panxing Sect muttered:

"Give me a hundred million."

So what exactly did Isayama Norimei see that made him so serious?

He never expected that just one glance at Gojo Satoru's waist would trigger his spiritual vision.

Regardless of the financial, manpower, or material resources, the Spell Masters Association has blocked the Panxing Sect, making the operation of the entire Panxing Sect a problem and making it difficult.

"Sonoda, call me the number of the elder of the Kamo family."

"I wasn't led astray by Xian Ming. I never drank alcohol before."

The so-called strongest ending is actually this, which makes people sigh.

"This is probably the last time we meet, old man."

Isayama Nomei felt bad when he thought of that scene, but it was too unlucky to think like this at his first conjurer's celebration party.

He said very respectfully to the old man standing in front of the mirror in the ward.

Isayama Norimei came to his studio, which was already equipped with a very complex facility composed of various glass bottles, including high-temperature burning, low-temperature cooling towers, centrifuges and other equipment. .

No matter how invincible the technique is, it has its weaknesses.

"Check whether you have gained weight by eating so many sweets every day?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Was it a spiritual vision just now?"

But he couldn't stand Gojo Satoru using this excuse to mock him like this every time.

So much so that Gojo Satoru inexplicably felt that his friend's eyes were evil and strange. Xian Mei felt creepy just by looking at him.

Originally there were two people who carried the name of being the strongest, but now there are three.

Gojo Satoru was shocked

Although killing that brat can bring temporary relief, it is not a long-term solution.

The Pope of Panxing Sect who wanted to understand the whole matter was very angry. He said

As a result, Gojo Satoru, a spoiled guy, didn’t even drink when he came to the bar. Isayama Nomei mocked him.

"Can I have something grown-up?"

Isayama Norimei was tinkering with gadgets at home when suddenly Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie called and said they wanted to celebrate his becoming a first-level magician and come out to have a good time.

Yuanda Shigeru was also very angry. He handed the information he collected to the Pope.

"It's the kid who was specially praised by the Conjurer Association for exorcising the special-level curse spirit last time. The Conjurer Association promoted him to the first-level Conjurer with the task of dealing with our Panxing Cult."

These liquids seem to contain huge vitality, as well as some unknown terror.

Sonoda Shigeru replied

"thirty million."

He wanted to know who could do such a thing, hey, that guy was a damn talent.

"It's actually a defective product abandoned by the Kamo family many years ago."

"No but, don't forget that I am the leader."

"Thanks."

"Ask him if he knows."

"This time I was put on the spot."

When he looked at Gojo Satoru's abdomen again, Isayama Nomei suppressed the disbelief in his heart.

Isayama Nomei looked complicated, shook his wine glass and said

"Develop more defensive and life-saving techniques, otherwise I feel that your little arms and legs are a bit dangling when encountering a strong enemy."

Such a rare talent is actually a cub abandoned by the Kamo family. They will definitely not let him go.

You know how to compare, compare the irrational spell spirit with the spell master who is proficient in spells.

"Master Jiaozu."

"Sure enough, iced milk tea still tastes better than iced beer."

Gojo Satoru drank the milk tea in the glass in one breath, put it on the table with a "snap", and let out a very satisfied sigh.

"Forget it, Sonoda, you'd better be responsible for calling in a few more masters of curse masters."

Isayama Nomei sat on the dragon head and listened to the restless movements of the two people behind him. He smiled helplessly.

"You two don't lack this much time."

Shigeru Sonoda, who is familiar with business, knows that it only takes eight seconds for money to circulate around the earth.

"nothing."

"How much money did we originally have to prepare to hire a killer?"

The accumulated liquid condensed in the cooling tube and was dripping down continuously. There was about 50 ml of red liquid accumulated in a sealed beaker below.

"The old man from the Kamo family came here personally. It's been a long time since I last saw that old man Kenichiro."

Stop by to get some investment or provide some assistance from the Kamo family. Life in the Panxing Sect is too difficult now.

Gojo Satoru even felt that with these two friends accompanying him, he would dare to be the enemy of the entire world.

"Thirty million is not enough."

Xia Youjie, who was pouring wine from the bottle, paused and smiled helplessly.

The Pope of the Panxing Sect took several deep breaths and suppressed the anger in his heart. Reason told him that he could not do this.

The price of failure is severe.

It stands to reason that Isayama Norimei is now a first-level conjurer, and all identity information should be kept confidential, but the fact that he was still found by the Panxing Cult shows that they also have their own people in the Conjurer Association.

Competition among the three major families in the magic world is fierce. There is a big difference between having one more first-level magician and one less one.

Those bastards who get paid to do things are still very useful, so the Panxing Sect has always done that. In order to complete transactions or cover up others' eyes, they make cross-border transfers.

The old man received letters of resignation from all the surviving senior officials of the Society of Artifacts and Souls. At the same time, he sent people to return visits to that branch. Almost two-thirds of the believers said that they would never dare to have any contact with Panxing Cult again. .

Sonoda Shigeru, the legal representative of Panxing Sect, suggested to the old man:

"If we can no longer work as a conjurer, let's open a shaved ice shop in the future. It will definitely be a big hit."

Gojo Satoru's scarred body was completely torn in half by the enemy. His legs were still upright, but his torn upper body had completely fallen into a pool of blood, and he died in pain and misery.

"Just 100 million, call me a few more people."

"Um"

The old man interrupted Sonoda Shigeru.

"The Spellcasters Association doesn't care about human affairs. How can you let me swallow this breath?"

Gojo Satoru died in battle.

"Let me donate 18 million privately. If it's not enough, the rest of you can chip in."

"Satoru, you're the only one who comes to the bar to drink milk tea, right?"

"We are the strongest."

Xian Ming's strength has improved again. As a friend, Xia Youjie would naturally be happy.

"Besides, don't I have you?"

"There is such a good young talent out there, why don't you let that brat recognize his ancestor as early as possible?"

"cheers!"

"Sir, do you want to put a reward on that brat's head on the Underground Curse Master website??"

"No, neither."

The Pope has said so, but Sonoda Shigeru is just a high-end wage earner, what else can he say? I can only agree.

"That's right! Don't even look at who I am."

Isayama Nomei put down his wine glass and rolled his eyes at Gojo Satoru after hearing his words.

The current situation is far worse than imagined. Since the relationship between the old man and the Conjurers Association has become frozen, he has been subject to sanctions from the Conjurers Association these days.

"But if it's 100 million, there will be problems in the operation of the entire Panxing Sect."

Isayama Nomei recovered from his momentary trance, and suddenly there were many inexplicable fragments in his mind just now.

The old man cursed again in his heart

"Well, I show off a big bowl every day. After all, sugar is the most beautiful thing in the world."

Gojo Satoru patted Isayama Nomei's shoulder and said cheerfully

"Jie, look at Xian Ming's ability, it's no better than your snow girl."

When the Pope of the Panxing Sect was young, he was a good friend of the great elder of the Kamo family, and they still have contact with each other now.

"That brat?"

"yes."

If the 100 million that the leader talks about is spent lightly, he is afraid that the entire Panxing Sect will be paralyzed.

"What's wrong?"

Isayama Nomei just poked Gojo Satoru's abdomen with his finger. Was the reaction that big?

"Yes, I understand, Your Holiness."

Since his technique is very special and requires a lot of mental calculations, sugar, which can bring a lot of energy, is the best partner.

It took him half a minute to talk about these countries, but within eight seconds the Conjurers Association couldn't find out even if they searched for ten years.

Isayama Norimei would not tell Gojo Satoru that in the vision scene he saw, not only did your future not have us, but you would also die.

Gojo Satoru lifted up his shirt to reveal his neatly arranged abdominal muscles, all abdominal muscles.

"You really deserve to die. You can eat so many sweets and still not gain weight."

"Jie, have you ever heard of the saying that the master will lead you in? The practice depends on the individual."

Gojo Satoru didn't take it seriously.

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up when Nori Isayama made Ai transform into the ice dragon that looked very sacred and powerful again.

The Panxing Sect doesn't have much money on its books, so it needs to be spent wisely. In addition, a major event that occurs every 500 years in the Panxing Sect is about to take place, so no extraneous matters can be allowed at this time.

"Congratulations again, Xian Ming, you are also a first-level conjurer."

After hearing the order, Sonoda Shigeru took one last look at Matsuda Zenue inside the treatment equipment and sighed secretly.

"Not this time."

As the senior person in charge of Panxing Sect's finances, Sonoda Shigeru knew exactly how much liquidity there was on the books.

The young man is young and energetic, and the old man is sure that Isayama Norimei will be resentful for abandoning his family. As long as there is a conflict between the two, it will be great fun.

He shook his head and said

“Focus on the overall situation.”

"Look at Jay's performance. He drank the entire beer in one gulp."

Psychic vision is a small fragment that appears in the psychic prophecy system, something similar to inspiration, and often predicts things that may happen in the future.

Drinking with these two people is really tiring, but now is not the time to sleep.

The diluted version of [Blood of Sanguinius] prepared by Isayama Kenmei was not much before going out, but now it is enough for one dose after returning.

He picked up the beaker and drank it without hesitation.

Gojo Satoru is dead, and I feel that the protagonist group has become cold. The master's field of subduing demons and cooking is unstoppable.