Chapter 498 The Birth of the Homelander

The evil spirit's dried body was thrown to the ground by Rice.

He threw it away like a piece of garbage, and was too lazy to even look at it again.

After dealing with the evil spirit that was causing trouble in the UK, Rice squatted in front of the blood-red "meat pieces".

These were not actually pieces of meat, but several skinned people.

And judging from their condition, the devil's actions against them seemed to be more than just skinning. It seemed to have cut off the tongues of these people and broken their limbs.

'What a bad taste. ' Rice has long been accustomed to the cruel behavior of the evil spirits in the underworld.

After carefully observing the victims for a moment, Rice took out a small bottle of white fresh from his arms, atomized the juice and sprayed it evenly on the bodies of several people.

Suddenly, a layer of pink new skin grew on the surface of their bodies.

The Muggles sitting nearby widened their eyes and looked at Rice's back in disbelief.

They all thought that those people were dead, but they didn't expect that they were actually saved by this mysterious strong man! ?

That's the level of losing the skin of the whole body! Modern medicine is helpless against this, but he just sprayed some potion on it and it healed?

This is simply a miracle!

Some people were so moved that they cried and called for God's blessing.

Rice frowned and immediately clarified that this had nothing to do with God.

Laughing to death, if you count on God, you have become food for the devil now.

Thank Dumbledore and modern international law.

Then, he began to look for the tongues of these unlucky guys.

"Severed tongues fly!" A simple flying spell solved the problem.

Looking at the tongue flying into his hand, Rice breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it was not eaten by the evil spirit, which saved him a lot of trouble.

The next step is a simple continuation. After a few small spells, the wounded lying on the ground recovered their health. They only needed to recuperate for a few weeks to heal their physical injuries.

As for the scars on the soul, that was not something Rice could solve.

He could use the forgetfulness spell to erase this memory, but the victims needed to speak up.

More importantly, if their memories were erased, who would praise his greatness?

After treating the wounds of the wounded, Rice stood up, turned his head and looked at the passengers in the cabin, showing a bright smile.

"Well, they are out of danger. They will be fully recovered after being sent to the hospital for a while - I hope they have bought medical insurance."

A humorous little joke diluted the tense atmosphere in the cabin and brought Rice closer to the passengers.

"Excuse me, who are you? Are you sent by God to save us?" A brave passenger asked.

Rice's mouth twitched and almost didn't hold it.

Please, why don't you see the situation clearly now? The gods returning from the underworld are naturally opposed to mortals. Only wizards can save you!

But he quickly adjusted his mentality. The religious scope in Britain is strong, and it is normal for them to not see through the true face of the gods for a while.

"I am a wizard." Rice said loudly: "It is not God who made me run here, but justice and law!"

The Muggles blinked.

Wizard? In the stereotype, wizards should be in the same group as demons, right?

As a result, when they prayed to the gods for help, a wizard responded to them.

Bad! Will they pay the price next? After all, the wizards in the bedtime stories are all greedy villains...

So someone asked cautiously.

"Price?" A look of astonishment appeared on Les's face, "What are you going to do?"

Looking at the demon corpse on the ground, he seemed to have suddenly realized and "understood" the other party's question.

"No money, free. For these evil spirits in the underworld, everyone can kill them, so why do you need money? The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility!" Les laughed heartily.

Hearing Les's laughter, everyone present felt a little uncomfortable.

They seemed to have really misunderstood this young man with a noble soul.

"You may not believe in God, but I will pray for you and hope that everything will go well for you in the future." An old woman whispered softly, and her gratitude to Les was overflowing with words.

Many passengers nodded. They might never forget the sunny and cheerful boy in front of them.

They will never forget that it was a wizard who saved their lives without asking for any benefits.

Even the saints in the scriptures do not have such noble character.

"The monster has been solved, and I should go too - I have other things to do." Rice shrugged his shoulders, looking relaxed, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the tiredness in the corner of his eyes.

Yes, in this troubled time, this young boy has no idea how much pressure he is carrying.

The four administrative regions and 123 counties of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland are all on his shoulders!

Many passengers' eyes were red.

"I wish you a safe journey," Rice walked to the door of the plane, and the moment he put his hand on it, he seemed to remember something and turned his head to the passengers and said, "By the way, there is one more thing. Although my ability is weak, I can guarantee one thing: it is safe in the UK. If the situation is urgent, just come back."

Some passengers couldn't help it. A man holding a handheld camera stood up from the back seat and asked loudly: "Hello, I'm a reporter from the Daily Mail. Can I interview you?"

Rice hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Now is not the time for an interview. Next time, I promise." Rice raised his hand and pointed at him handsomely, then pushed the cabin door open very casually and flew out.

Before the strong wind rolled in, the cabin door of the plane closed again, leaving the passengers in the cabin staring at each other.

The reporter was stunned and finally just smiled bitterly: At least tell me his name...

"Mom, he looks like a superhero in a comic book!" Not long after Rice left, a baby voice sounded in the cabin. It was a little boy talking to his mother.

Originated from superhero comics in the 1940s, it now has a huge number of fans around the world. Rice's every move is almost perfectly in line with superheroes, which naturally makes children have similar associations.

"Yes, just like Superman!" Mom echoed, "You should learn from him."

"Nonsense, it's obviously Captain America--" another boy's voice came out.

"But the saying that with great power comes great responsibility is Spider-Man's famous saying..." The children began to argue fiercely, and the reporter's eyes lit up.

He remembered that the man seemed to attach great importance to the concept of "Britain", and he must be a person who cares about his homeland and hometown very much.

He instinctively wrote the word "Homeland" in his notebook, and then after a little thought, he added an "er" at the end, and a brand new word was born.

"Homelander"

[Homelander]

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