Chapter 325
Hogwarts, the drunk Miller controls Alastor. Moody's body is constantly twisting on the dance floor, he walks on a spacewalk, molesting everyone he meets. In the constantly playing music, he was completely unaware that someone was calling in his ear.
"Professor Moody, did someone give you a kiss on the forehead?"
Passing by, a dancing girl laughed and joked with him.
"That must be something you did secretly."
Miller without the slightest hesitation retorted.
"Professor Moody, the decoration on your forehead is beautiful."
"Yours is not bad either."
"Professor Moody, very bright red, and Your clothes are great."
"Professor Moody ....."
"Professor Moody ....."
In Hogwarts castle, rice Le gradually felt something was wrong, and finally, he stopped his carnival alone and stretched his palm to his forehead. Through the bright goblet in front of him, he saw a fiery red mark burning on his forehead, which was the puppet rune he left for Hoffa.
After the crowd calmed down, the call in his ear gradually became clear. He heard someone shouting from a very distant place: "Miller, what the hell are you doing?"
After a few seconds, he couldn't help but ran away, his hands separated the crowd forcefully, and in the blink of an eye he left the hall of the vast crowd, yelling: "Why haven't you contacted me all the time!"
p>In the eternal arena, the storm's attack is about to fall on Hoffa's head. The wings of the son of the night god cover the heavens, shielding the sun, and he can barely see any light.
At this time, Hoffa found that he was still jumping on a spacewalk uncontrollably, unable to even get up and dodge. At this moment, his heart collapsed.
But just as the sharp claws of the Son of God were about to rip him apart, he finally stopped dancing and started running wild on the sand.
bang!!
As the sand exploded behind him, Hoffa's heart hung high and fell. He was really angry at Miller's just messing around, but in any case, Miller finally replied to himself and the matter ushered in. It's a turning point.
"You still scold me? You said that there is only one hour, I don't have to wait until the critical moment to use you!" Hoffa exclaimed in the underworld arena, "What were you doing just now?"
"What are you doing with me?"
Hogwarts' Miller stumbled into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, touching his tears.
"Are you messing around, be careful, I'll go back and tell your sister!"
Hoffa of the underworld crawled around, avoiding the bloodthirsty and violent attack of the son of the night god, while Threatening Miller.
"Come on, you, do you know how long it's been outside! Tell my sister, where are you now!!!?"
"I'm in Helheim , How long has it been?"
"Three months, you disappeared for three months, and your body will fall into the soil if you don’t come back, don’t you understand?"
Three months...
Hoffa was stunned when she heard the angry voice in her ears. He even forgot the pursuit of the Son of Night God behind him.
He feels that he hasn't been in Helheim for three days, maybe even three hours is hard to say, the real world time has passed three months.
bang!!
It was another blow from The earth shook and the mountain quivered. The ground trembled like a Level 8 earthquake, and countless red gravels fell from in the sky. The Son of the Night God, who had not succeeded in one blow, jumped high from the ground again, flew nearly a hundred meters high, and then fell as fast as a meteor, smashing into Hoffa in the sky, trying to smash him with his body.
But when it was flying in midair, Hoffa on the ground suddenly raised his right hand, and an invisible formation appeared in midair in the arena, forcibly stopped the Son of Night God. The Formation shines with azure luster, completely isolating the ten-meter-square sandy land.
In the sky, the Arvada quintet who was still playing pop music just threw the instrument in his hand, and instantly changed from five people to one person. He raised the topic again, his expression From enthusiasm to shock:
"Look, things have turned around? Oh my god, is that the Formation spell? When did this guy use this kind of profound spells, it's not him Your style!"
The ghosts who were still smashing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves became interested, put away the trash in their hands, and straightened their waists.
"You blame me?"
Hoffa's right hand opened a mouth. It was Miller's mouth. He said angrily, "Do you know these? What happened to me in the past few months, I have to disguise you, and take care of your vegetative body. What do you think I am, your servant...?"
"Don’t talk about other things, Go back, I will quarrel with you again!" Hoffa helpless calmly said: "You help me kill the monster in front of me."
"Cut!"
An eye appeared on Hoffa's forehead. , Miller was startled: "What is that?"
"That is my body re-enacted by Death, which can imitate my ability!"
"roar! !"
The son of Yagami who was stopped by Formation in midair let out a loud roar, his muscles turned into steel pouring, and the unbreakable Formation was torn like paper.
Its body quickly became smaller, and it squeezed in through the gap in the Formation, swinging its arm to strike.
"Transformation!"
Miller snapped his fingers.
The space distortion in the Formation took a bit, and the monster swept in front of him suddenly disappeared, disappearing like a punctured bubble.
The next second, it appeared at the top of the auditorium and fell straight down.
"Space Curse!!!" Arvada cry out in surprise in the balloon: "Only a wizard who understands the ultimate in the spell can do it. It seems that Mr. Hoffa. Bach is not alone. Fighting, at this moment, he is not alone! Not alone!!
However, who cares, as long as you can win, it doesn’t matter what you use. This is not the Olympics, haha, the audience is dead. It doesn’t matter, hahahaha"
As he said, he touched his bare head: "Hey, my audience seems to be dead."
Under the balloon, it changed. The huge monster son of the night god fell into the auditorium and wrecked in the audience seat. It could not destroy the ghosts, but it efficiently smashed half of the arena down. Ghosts screamed and danced in the sky, rubble was scattered everywhere, and the arena was plunged into extreme chaos.
"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze?"
Miller reminded Hoffa: "Is there a way to come back? Just do it if I have it, the puppet rune won't last long."
"I have to win this thing to go back, you help me!"
Hoffa said to his right hand.
"Damn it, what did you do in the underworld?"
Miller scolded and raised his hand again, "flaming flames!"
A ring of fire appeared at his fingertips and flew forward. In the blink of an eye, all the stands and sand of the arena were covered by flames, visible to the eye, all red.
The ghosts are dancing in the fire, they are waving their arms, cheering excitedly for this hell scene.
In the flames, the Son of Night God wailed, and it tore its body, tearing itself into a human form. But soon, under the lick of the flame, its body glowed with a metallic luster of silver white. It carried the flame with its fleshy body and rushed towards Miller and Hoffa in strides.
"Quick freezing!"
Miller used spell again, the raging flame disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Senlan's air-conditioning swept across the arena like a gust of wind.
The cooling was too rapid. Numerous cracks appeared on the metal body of the Son of Night God. It was frozen in place, breaking several toes and fingers continuously.
ka ka ka!
It will move again, but more cold air blows on him, and frost quickly covers his whole body, until it freezes into an ice sculpture that is more than ten meters high.
"Hurry up!"
Miller shouted.
Hoffa understood. He put his hand in the sand, and the quicksand quickly deformed, and finally turned into a three-person large hammer. He picked up the hammer with difficulty and smashed it sideways at the statue.
The hammer hit the ice sculpture, and the frozen child of the night god was like glass, all of which broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
Absolute silence of the audience.
In less than 1 point of time, the entire arena was destroyed in a mess, piles of rubble piled up on the ground, and there were broken arms and ice ridges like glaciers everywhere. Wan Youxun was floating in the air, hovering incessantly, unwilling to leave.
Avada did not speak for a long time. The old man with his neck stretched out looked at the arena. It seems to be shocked by Hoffa's spells ability.
"Huh...finally hung up, damn it!"
Looking at the shattered Son of Night God, Hoffa relaxed.
He didn't even know that his body in the real world had such potential, but he thought it was the result of Death deliberately amplifying his ability. If not, let him pass the level easily, he will definitely lose face. Hoffa thought bitterly.
He lifts the head, looking at Arvada, indicating that he can arrange the last opponent.
Avada, who stood on the clown balloon at a high place, stood up and said in a regretful tone: "
"Is it under control? It seems that this beast finally succumbed Under the power of his master, only this, the power of the night god...tsk tsk tsk, I can only count down. "
He rolled up his sleeves pretendingly, and a dozen watches appeared on his wrist.
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three..."
At this time, a broken palm slowly crawled past Hoffa's footsteps, like a crab, he felt something wrong, and looked up again. The bodies that had been knocked into crushed ice squirmed, and every small piece of flesh grew wings. Then, they transformed into bats one by one, and flew up from the ground, increasing in number, gradually covering. the heavens, shielding the sun.
"Much more than that!!!"
Avada stopped the countdown, lest the world will not be chaotic, happily said: "The power of the night god!"
Hoffa and Miller were dumbfounded.
Miller took the lead in reacting, dragged Hoffa and ran out of the arena, and ran out of the arena in the blink of an eye.
The Arvada on the balloon not only did not stop, but looked at said with a big smile: "Run, run, run hard, as long as you can win the game, you can run anywhere. It doesn’t matter, hell, heaven, mortal world, as long as you can defeat Death, it doesn’t matter where you go. It’s an arena, wow hahaha"
Countless bats gather together and become A young man with gray hair and golden eyes, this time, he grows a pair of wings, floating in the air unharmed, his expression is very hideous.
"Blood."
After he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and disappeared.
The ghost and the Arvada on the balloon moved towards the place where they disappeared, chasing after them.
"Do you have any powerful spells?"
Hoffa asked while running wildly.
"No way! Too much punch," Miller said anxiously: "There must be some special way to defeat him!"
other methods ...other methods .. .
Hoffa ran wildly, his mind turned wildly, and at this moment, an anxious cry came from before him: "Mr. Bach!"
Hoffa was ecstatic, he looked away , Saw a man standing on the edge of the heart island, Barty Jr. who had left before.
But his smile quickly solidified on his face, because Barty Jr. was empty, with nothing, exactly the same as when he left.
Hoffa rushed to Barty Jr. in three steps and two steps: "Hey, did you borrow potion?" he asked.
"Nothing!"
Barty Jr. yelled, "The silver-haired woman didn't see me at all. No matter how I knock on her door, it's no use!"
p>"Huh?"
Hoffa angrily covered his forehead, "must be so ruthless!?"
"Who? Have you seen Aglaia? "
Miller of the right hand asked Hoffa.
"Yes."
"Hey, she is actually there." Miller was shocked: "How many years have passed since."
While speaking, The sky turned dark red, and the two turned their heads to see that the son of the night god who turned out to be a grow pair of wings also flew out of the arena.
Hoffa rushed to Barty Jr.'s side and grabbed his wrist: "Follow me!"
"Where are you going?"
"I want to find her myself."