Killing Intent Test

In Regulus's mind, the spherical Magic Power structure automatically formed, became round, gathered, and collapsed inward.

A highly compressed mass of Magic Core, with a precise structure, each layer pointing to the same result, making the complete no longer complete and existence losing definition.

Severing Charm.

An aura different from Fiendfyre seeped out of him.

Fiendfyre is to burn the target into a part of it, allowing the target to experience the most violent death.

Severing Charm Don't want this. It's erasure. Even if you are hit, you won't die. The prerequisite for death is to be alive first, but being erased in concept cannot even lead to death.

It just quietly turns a living thing into a bunch of parts that are no longer living things. The process is irreversible.

This breath spread to Greyback, and the reaction was much stronger than before.

The hair on his arms, the thick mane on the back of his neck, and the gray body hair exposed from the tear in his vest exploded at the same time.

From his shoulders to his arms, from the back of his neck to his spine, a layer of goose bumps visible to the naked eye spread on his skin, and his hair follicles stood up and were as hard as thorns.

His whole body shrank, his legs pulled in uncontrollably, his back arched, his head buried in his shoulders, and a very low whimper escaped from his throat, as if he had been crushed by fear.

This time I was afraid, but it was different from Fiendfyre's fear.

Fiendfyre's body can at least recognize that fear.

Fire, burning, pain, death, that is the worst outcome.

But this is not it, it is unknown.

Apart from Orion and Freya, no third outsider knows about Regulus's Severing Charm. Greyback is even less likely to understand what kind of spell it is. What he received is something he has never experienced in his life and cannot be classified.

He only knows one thing, if this little kid in front of him can be wiped out from his existence, not even his blood will be left, not even his bones will be left, not even Lycanthropy will remain.

Death, after all, was a result. A prey fell motionless in a pool of blood. His instinct was familiar with this. He had created countless such results. But it was another matter.

A beast is afraid of pain and death, but those fears are still within the scope of his imagination.

But he couldn't imagine anything, and the most terrifying thing he couldn't imagine.

The sob escaped from his throat, and he didn't even know he was screaming.

Regulus stared at him for a while, the teasing energy in his eyes subsided and was replaced by thinking.

This Werewolf did not know the existence of Severing Charm and had never been in contact with it, but his body responded accurately.

Retreat and fear are two different reactions, corresponding to two different types of destruction.

Fiendfyre is an understandable fear, and lysis is an incomprehensible fear.

His animal nature is not only sensitive, but also layered. One response corresponds to one threat, clearly and without any confusion.

He started to really find it interesting.

The inside of this Werewolf is different from all the wizards he has seen. The underlying reaction mechanism has been replaced.

The humanity in him, at the level of the most primitive survival instinct, is no longer there.

What replaces it is animal nature, pure instinctive reaction without the filter of reason.

This instinctive way of classifying threats, primitive fear and unknown fear, is completely different from human rational judgment, but in some ways it is more direct and real.

Greyback finally reacted, but he still couldn't figure out why his body was acting like this.

In just two moments, he retreated once and retracted again. Both times, his body moved first, while his brain stared behind him.

But he finally realized one thing: it was the kid in front of him who was up to something strange, and it wasn't him who was having convulsions.

From beginning to end, it was this little kid with black hair and gray eyes, wearing beautiful clothes, who looked like he could be crushed to death with one hand.

His body will not tremble for no reason, and his instinct will not make him afraid for no reason.

He stared at Regulus, and the predatory energy in his yellow eyes was gone.

He doesn't understand the means, he only knows it's him.

Wariness flashed in his eyes, knowing it was time to leave.

Even if it is a beast, at this stage, it only has one instinct left.

Run, get as far away from this brat as possible.

But he didn't run away. It wasn't because he couldn't lose face. There was no such thing as face in his place, but because he didn't dare to move his body yet. The remnants of the two auras just now were still hanging in the air, and his instinct was still suppressing him, telling him not to move.

He didn't know if moving would trigger something more terrifying.

He stood there motionless, his eyes fixed on Regulus, and there was no more provocation in his eyes.

Regulus noticed that he wanted to run, but of course he couldn't let him run.

Where can I find such rare material?

He glanced around.

It's true that he was targeting Greyback, but whether it was Fiendfyre or Severing Charm, the breath seeped out and spread out, not just one Greyback with a thread.

The two Werewolf behind Greyback were still stuck on the spot, looking confused. They didn't know what made their leader so crazy. They were fuming and whimpering.

Not to mention the Lucius around me.

Regulus glanced at him.

Lucius is looking at Greyback with an expression similar to that of the two Werewolf.

Werewolf, who just now arrogantly put his face in front of Regulus, retreated and then shrank back in the blink of an eye. The hair on his body exploded twice, and a fearful sound came out of his throat.

Lucius watched all this with helpless eyes, but his brain failed to keep up, and he didn't want to understand what happened to this wolf.

There was no spell, no sound or light, and no visible Magic. Regulus stood quietly, but Greyback was trembling. He felt nothing. When the two breaths passed by, he had no consciousness at all.

So he could only look at the result in confusion, not even knowing what happened, let alone reacting.

Regulus thinks this picture is also interesting.

Lucius Malfoy, a decent person, a smart person, standing on Wasteland of Yorkshire, was confused by a Werewolf.

Regulus looked away and continued.

He built another structure in his consciousness, a tree.

The tree-like Magic Power structure takes shape in consciousness, the main trunk lights up, and the branches branch out layer by layer from the nodes, becoming thinner and thinner, and at the end is a compression release port the size of a needle tip.

Magic Power flows in from the main trunk and is proportionally distributed to the branch veins at the bifurcation point. After two and a half rounds of oscillation modulation, it is narrowed and compressed at the end. The physical aura of destruction seeps out.

This time, Greyback's reaction was a bit beyond Regulus's expectations.

He changed his tactics.

The teeth were clenched, the upper and lower rows of yellow teeth grinding together, making a squeaking sound. The flesh of the mandible bulged, and the two masseter muscles protruded high on the cheeks. The claw-like fingers were spread out one by one, and the gap at the fingertips was turned outward. The center of gravity of the whole body was pressed forward, the forefoot was caught in the mud, and the shoulders were sunk, in a posture of trying to pounce.

This time he wanted to fight.

Regulus I was really surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, I thought it was normal.

Disintegration Charm This wolf can understand this kind of thing.

Tear, crush, and smash a whole thing into a pile of pieces. This is physical violence, which is the language Greyback is most familiar with. This is what he has done in his life, using his claws and teeth to tear apart prey, bite off the bones, and turn the living into dead, and the whole into rotten. Whoever is cruel will live, and whoever's claws tear out the throat first will be right.

His instinct told him that in the face of this threat, it was useless to retreat and to escape.

This is the only kind of death he can fight.

So the first two make him retreat and make him afraid, while this one makes him want to fight.

His body chose the third option for him, fight.

Regulus stared at him for a while, then scattered the tree-like structure.

As soon as the aura of disintegration disappeared, Greyback's rushing energy suddenly lost its focus.

The body rushed forward less than an inch, then stopped, and the soles of the front feet dug two marks in the mud.

Then he came back to his senses, all the instinctive reactions in his body were cleared, and his mind finally regained control.

As soon as my mind comes to mind, I don't dare to get excited anymore. The posture I was about to pounce just now is scary when I think about it now.

What is this in front of him?

A little kid who didn't even raise his hands played with his body three times like a toy. He couldn't make the decision at all. Greyback A low whine came from his throat.

His body retreated, one step, two steps, three steps, backwards, without even daring to raise his head.

His yellow eyes were fixed on Regulus, a prey so small that he could bite its head in one bite, but he didn't dare to go any further.

He stepped back a few steps before stopping, his shoulders slumped, and he looked at Regulus warily, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Regulus ignored him and thought about these three times in his mind.

At the beginning, it was just teasing, wanting to see what this wolf would do. It was a bit fun and a bit curious, like teasing a snake with your finger to see when it couldn't help but bite it.

After teasing and teasing, I realized something was wrong.

Greyback's reaction was too fast. His body moved in front, but his brain was still in the back.

If it were another wizard, even one with the quickest reactions and who happened to be able to sense this aura, would think twice before encountering a threat of this level. How big of a threat was it, whether it could be blocked or not, and whether it was necessary to run away.

I am afraid that I will be afraid, but this fear must first pass through my mind and then turn into actions.

Analyze first, then fear, then decide. There is a gap between rational processing, a fraction of a second, short, but it is evidence that the brain is functioning.

Greyback There was no such process, his body skipped his brain and moved directly on its own.

Later, Regulus became really interested.

It was fun, but I also really discovered something.

Three spells, three completely different properties, the will to erase the other person from this world, in exchange for three reactions.

Fiendfyre means retreat, lysis means fear, and disintegration means wanting to fight. They are clearly distinguished. The animal instinct has its own classification mechanism when faced with different types of destruction.

Fire is primal fear, conceptual destruction is unknown fear, and physical destruction is confrontational instinct.

At the level of the most primitive survival instinct, his humanity is absent.

Regulus has just carefully rehearsed three ways to kill Greyback in his mind, and each of them can become real in the next moment.

Fiendfyre can burn this valley and burn all Werewolf to ashes along with these stone houses.

Severing Charm can turn him into a pile of debris that no one can recognize, and even the Werewolf virus will be eliminated.

Disintegration Charm can tear him into pieces from the inside, and drop them piece by piece on the dirt.

But he chose not to do it. Greyback's fear is more valuable for research than Greyback's death.

Greyback was breathing heavily, his chest was heaving, and sweat was dripping from the scars on his face, flowing down along the deep and shallow grooves.

The wildest wolf in the room stood in front of a thirteen-year-old boy, watching from a distance without daring to move.

Regulus's expression never changed from the beginning to the end.

He just stood there, his brows furrowed because of the smell of Greyback that hit his nose.

Lucius was standing by and watched the entire episode from beginning to end, but didn't understand anything.

He doesn't know what Regulus did, but he knows the result.

He has seen powerful wizards in his life, and he has also seen the powerful Magic.

He can understand some things and some things he can't, but for the ones he can't understand, based on his vision, he can roughly guess what the other person did and how he did it.

But the question just now was not a question of whether he could understand or not, he didn't see anything.

From beginning to end, Regulus did nothing in his eyes. A child stood there, a wolf going crazy on his own.

Lucius originally thought that this thirteen-year-old Black would be something great in the future.

In the future where Dark Lord will definitely win, such a Regulus will stand in a very high position.

He had already estimated that position very high, otherwise he would not have worked so hard to manage this relationship. Now it seems that it is not high enough. Lucius remained calm, glanced at Regulus, and then took it back.

Regulus took control of the audience, but it wasn't enough.

Those three blows just now were all the reactions from the outside, which were the instinct of Greyback's body being hooked.

These were interesting, but not enough. He wanted to see more inside.

What is it like in the mind of this wolf? How are humans and beasts squeezed into this body?

How does animality cover human nature? Is that layer of humanity still there?

If it is there, what is its state? If it is not there, was it eaten or disappeared on its own?

He was ready to take a serious look at what the wolf's mental structure was like.