novelslam Chapter 1115 The Shocking Battle (1)
Chapter 1115 The Shocking Battle (1)
Chapter 1115 The Shocking Battle ([-])
Standing on the stone steps, William stared at the man descending into the world, and said loudly:
"Whether you are a god or not, it is impossible for me to be your servant, and you will not give up the Deathly Hallows, let alone let me and those Hallows owners go.
And they happen to be many of my best friends.
After all, we are talking like chickens and crows, and in the end it depends on whose fist is bigger, who is more reasonable. "
"So..." The corners of his mouth curled up, and he sneered, "I haven't killed a god yet! I just want to practice with you."
The god of death was in a trance for a moment. How many years has it been since he heard such arrogant words?
The Big Four 1000 years ago, or Merlin 500 years ago?
Or, back then, he also said such bold words when he slaughtered the previous god of death with his own hands? !
But anyway, he has lived until now, and will continue to live forever, and rule the world!
William stretched out his hand and took it out towards the safety watch. Although his words were rampant, they were not aimless.
That's right, with his previous strength, he didn't even surpass Voldemort, and if he faced the God of Reaper, he would definitely die.
But knowing that the god of death will come, how could he not prepare in advance?
William quickly produced a golden glove.
The glove is made of magic metal, and the back is inlaid with six groups of black matter, lingering like six gems.
The shape is very similar to the Infinity Gauntlet of Thanos, but it is an alchemy item made by Niko, which can carry... silently!
When young wizards suppress their magical abilities, they will produce a powerful and dark magical life.
That is to say, silently.
There are young wizards who are silent, and when they lose control, they can even fight against more than a dozen adult wizards at the same time without losing the wind.
Strong, of course strong... After all, if you trade your life, the silent one can hardly live to be ten years old.
As for why William has so many silences, of course he didn't concoct it.
Last summer, when he was in the United States, Graves, a high-level purger, captured the little wizard to train the Obscure.
Graves detonates Silence, destroying New York straight away.
After William and Hermione stopped him, they rescued the innocent little wizard in his residence, and found many stripped Moran.
It was impossible for William to leave this "nuclear weapon" to the Magical Congress of America, so he brought it back to England.
He didn't want to use this power in the first place.
Mo Ran, this substance is too dangerous, not to mention eroding the body, and there is a danger of "nuclear explosion" at every turn.
But the current situation is more than a matter of urgency?
That being the case, we can only do extraordinary things at extraordinary times.
William didn't directly transplant Moran into his body, and he wouldn't live long under that kind of erosion.
If you want to use this powerful force safely, you can only pin your hopes on Nico and the alchemy book.
Nico is worthy of being the strongest alchemist in the world. He really made this glove before the god of death came.
After William took it, he could use it as a transfer point to absorb this power a little "gently".
This is also the reason why he dared to face the god of death. For this battle, he has given up everything!
William's eyes were firm, and the magic power in his body was rising steadily after wearing the glove on his left hand.
This majestic magical power has far exceeded the peak Voldemort, and it can be called a human form... the Sorcerer's Stone!
The man also noticed that William's momentum was rising suddenly, he just smiled and didn't care.
The method of forcibly increasing strength... He has seen too much, and even invented many methods.
Facing the wizard, it may be useful, but if you want to defeat him by relying on this, then the god of death is just a joke.
Between mortals and death,
There is an irreparable gap!
The man was not even ready to do it himself, he crossed his arms and chanted a spell, as if he was summoning something.
William's momentum finally climbed to the top, and he jumped out of the stone steps.
Fall into the foot of the mountain.
Bump into death.
William, who stole the flying magic from Voldemort, is like a sea eagle, walking against the wind, and crossing the [-]-meter stone steps in an instant.
When he fell to the ground, his knees were slightly bent, and the magical power unintentionally radiated from his body, even hitting a big hole several people high at the foot of the mountain.
William jumped out of the pit, raised his hand and quickly cast seventeen Avada Kedavra with ease.
Each killing curse is as thick as a giant python, and it is slaughtered in a blink of an eye, like a dense laser net.
"Are you calling your basilisk?" William began to disturb his mentality, and he taunted:
"It can't come, it will be killed soon and made into snake soup!"
The fighting power of that basilisk is at least at the level of a Venetian water dragon.
There was no way William would be dealing with the Basilisk and Reaper at the same time.
Dumbledore and Newt could only be robbed halfway.
The man didn't care, and seemed to be too late to react. He didn't hide or evade, and came to the green light head-on.
The god of death flicked his finger and tapped on a green light, and the death curse disappeared in an instant.
There was a trace of blood on the man's fingertips, but before the blood bloomed, he returned to normal.
Avada Kedavra, who still hasn't broken the curse, returned without success for the first time from the man, as if it was just a weak light.
As for more than a dozen green lights in succession, he stretched out his palm and grasped it lightly.
Just like this, he intercepted the beam of energy light formed by Avada Kedavra, like a spear, and scattered it casually, floating in mid-air.
Such a high-density aggregated black magic was easily solidified by him, and he even played with it in his hands!
It subverts imagination.
The god of death swiped half a circle with one hand, and the green spear cured by the Killing Curse circled around and turned to attack William.
The sky suddenly began to rain heavily.
William's sleeves fluttered and he flicked his wand.
The rain like a large splash of ink was drawn, gathered a line of water swords, and shot towards the green light.
The man smiled dismissively.
The green spear and the water sword collided with each other, and the water sword that William originally hoped could change the trajectory of the Killing Curse was torn apart and splashed countless times.
In the next second, Avada Kedavra exploded, and a bone-chilling air wave burst out from that node with a breath of destruction.
The huge shock wave shot straight into the sky in an instant.
At the same time, William put his hands together, and the black mist wrapped him, barely resisting the ravages of the waves.
He whispered: "Undead fanaticism!"
The black mist immediately enveloped the sky and the earth, and the surroundings were pitch black, as if stagnant and still,
No one has ever noticed the six dark forces, which circled a huge arc path and drifted towards them.
These monsters, simulated by silent and majestic magic power, launched an attack on the god of death silently.
The man was clearly shrouded in darkness, but he stretched out his right hand without any warning, approaching silently, but he couldn't avoid it, and was firmly held in his palm.
The silent and violent power wandered around between the fingers, and the god of death with one hand behind him looked down.
Just like a child seeing something interesting, he stretches out his hand again, with the palms of both hands facing each other, with a light swipe, he grabs the second Moran.
The two were as silent as captured tiger cubs, unable to struggle any more
William picked up the wand, clenched the five fingers of his left hand, and all silently attacked the god of death.
They spit beams of light, and fierce magic power raged through the sky.
boom!
The god of death waved his arm with one hand, and shot six times in a row around him in an instant.
After a while, six explosions rang out, creating six large holes that nearly burst the eardrums.
The man moved slowly, tearing away the black mist with ease, and looked into the distance.
It turned out that at this time, William had already completed the magic.
I saw his fingers curled up, the four fingers of his left hand intersected with the second knuckles of the three fingers of his right hand, making a complicated trajectory for the wand.
Lift it high again, aiming at the sky.
The rain in the sky was getting heavier, as if someone was pouring sea water in mid-air, and they would not stop until the fish were drowned.
This is what William did on purpose.
The so-called prehistoric mysteries are divided into two areas:
One is the use of one's own energy;
For example, the power of love... Knowing how to use it is even enough to deflect Avada Kedavra.
Many uses of black magic require the support of hatred.
This has been stained with some prehistoric mysteries.
Another is the use of natural energy.
The Grim Reaper engulfed the sea and flooded Constantinople, and he triggered a volcanic eruption...all advanced uses of prehistoric mysteries.
Natural disasters, whether for Muggles or wizards, are the most difficult forces to resist.
Even a nuclear bomb eruption is far inferior to earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.
With the help of nature, this is also the reason why the prehistoric esoteric power is so powerful.
William learned some prehistoric mysteries systematically from Vivienne.
Adding the support of six silent and huge forces, and the wand made of death's elderberry and ivory... finally created the current picture scroll:
He directly stimulated the rainwater in the next three years in an instant.
Here, it won't rain again for three years!
Hundreds of millions of rainwater are connected in series to form a waterfall in the sky, covering the sky and covering the roof, and the blackness is overwhelming, as if it can destroy the mountains and cover the earth.
This is undoubtedly already the grandeur of the world.
William raised his wand, and the waterfall suspended in mid-air was pulled, and the tip of the wand turned into a waterspout, attacking the god of death with his hands behind his back and his head up.
The Grim Reaper slid back a certain distance, jumped up lightly, and slapped down with a fist, hitting the endless waterspout.
The water was forced down, smashing into the ground, tearing the arch and turning a huge crack.
Floating in mid-air, William flicked his wand sharply, pointing at the sky.
The waterspout made an arc under the ground, drilled out of the ground, the arc continued, and finally formed a great circle, pointing to Death again.
The thunder rolled, and William stood on a high place. Under the lightning and thunder, he seemed to be overlooking the world... the god of death!
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(End of this chapter)