199 Chapter 66, the Lone Wolf

Looking at the lifeless silver figure in front of him, Fatil staggered a few steps, his eyes blurred.

Blood rushed straight to his brain, he was deaf and blind, and he looked at Grindelwald in disbelief.

Then, under Grindelwald's cruel gaze, he pulled out a knife without hesitation and stabbed himself in the heart.

The sharp scimitar pierced into the heart, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.

He pulled out the blade and stabbed it hard three times, but every time the blade was pulled out, his wound healed quickly.

Grindelwald's slender fingers climbed onto Fatil's back, and he smiled gently:

"Permanent Curse, will not grow old, will not be killed, this is my last gift to you, do you like it?"

Clang.

The metal machete fell to the ground.

Fatil looked as if he had seen a ghost, he pushed Grindelwald away, and stumbled back.

"devil."

Fatiel pointed at Grindelwald, and after speaking, he tripped over his leg and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

He tried to get up and ran out the door, but within a few steps, he bumped into a huge ceramic vase, the bottle shattered, and he fell to the ground again. This time, he no longer has the ability to get up.

He looked at Grindelwald and murmured:

"devil."

"devil."

"devil."

He kept repeating a sentence in his mouth, repeating, repeating. As he spoke, his eyes lost their luster, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

Grindelwald didn't look at Till again, he stretched his neck and looked at the sky. Warm up by twisting your neck and joints, bouncing around in place, just like a bodybuilder before going on stage.

subsequently.

boom! !

Accompanied by a loud bang.

The dome of the castle was smashed to pieces by a beautiful four-winged giant bird. Accompanied by flying glass shards, and countless flying gravel and sawdust. The big bird rolled to the ground and turned into a human form.

At this moment, Hoffa's Thunderbird finally arrived, and he came to where Grindelwald was.

He saw the small silver-haired figure in front of him, and the desperate, empty-eyed Fatiel.

At this moment, a huge and rough sense of unreality rushed straight to the top door, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cave at absolute zero. shivering.

At the same time, the anger ignited in his heart was like a burst of nuclear fusion, burning all his thoughts in an instant.

Blurred vision, near and far. All sounds disappeared at this moment. At this moment, all the senses in his body failed.

The remaining rationality told him that all of this was true, but his sensibility refused to believe it.

He turned his head tremblingly and looked at Grindelwald: "You"

Grindelwald smiled calmly, and calmly tied his white hair into a short braid behind his forehead, and said, "It's just you and me now, come on."

"you!!!"

Hoffa let out a deafening growl.

Countless glasses shattered into pieces at this moment, and the withered roses outside the castle instantly evaporated into debris. The huge spiritual force field makes every piece of gravel on the ground float in the air.

At this moment, as if the voices of the whole world disappeared, Hoffa's body swelled rapidly, his muscles bulged, and countless scales and feathers grew out of him. Almost in the blink of an eye, he turned into an unknown monster, leaping forward. up.

Facing such a terrifying scene, Grindelwald just raised a magic wand calmly.

"The Broken Grip."

boom! !

Countless huge stones rose from the ground, and they pressed Hoffa, and the stone hands turned into steel and unknown alloys in an instant, and they twisted and staggered with each other, whether large or small.

Hoffa was pressed heavily to the ground.

"Roar!!"

With a roar, Hoffa's body swelled more and more. Hoffa, who had the body of a giant dragon, climbed up from the ground. He broke free from the shackles of the metal arms, but was smashed down by bigger metal arms time and time again.

In the end, at a distance of five or six meters from Grindelwald, the ground split open, and thousands of arms like spider webs grabbed him abruptly, preventing him from moving.

The restrained Hoffa roared furiously: "I will kill you, I swear, as long as I live, I must kill you!"

Grindelwald smiled: "That's really exciting."

Afterwards, he put away his wand, with a blank face, and grasped it with one hand. The dense metal palm like a spider's web instantly reversed, directly twisting the entire dragon into a twist.

The physical pain didn't hold Hoffa back in the slightest.

He opened his mouth, and his body burned like magma.

A steady stream of dragon breaths flew towards Grindelwald like cannonballs.

Grindelwald's pupils were reddened by the flames.

He waved one arm: "Tariko-Skita."

A huge shield appeared in front of him, blocking all the flames.

In the interval of indiscriminate bombing.

Grindelwald raised a finger in his left hand, and swiped down the Elder Wand in his right hand. His arm was wrapped in a black unknown flame.

He bent down and held Hoffa Void.

Drag and drop!

The black flame was like a black hole, directly dragging the dragon's power out of Hoffa's body forcefully.

Hoffa, who was bound by the spider web, was torn apart immediately, and its body was like melted cheese or boiling wax oil.

The dragon's breath flame and huge physical strength, like a deflated balloon, flew towards the palm of Grindelwald, like a devil locked in a Pandora's box.

In less than half a minute, his huge dragon body and endless dragon breath were completely drawn out, and the power of the dragon was completely stripped from his body, and went to Grindelwald's body, becoming It became a dragon species only the size of an arm, struggling desperately.

Hoffa could no longer maintain his dragon form and returned to human form.

As soon as Grindelwald rubbed his hands, the struggling dragon was in his hands, and was crushed by the black flames.

He stood in front of Hoffa and said calmly: "If I can give you strength, I can naturally take it back. From the beginning to the end, you are nothing."

"Why did you do this, what's wrong with her?"

Hoffa, who was pressed to the ground by the metal arm, roared.

"Who is at fault? No one is at fault."

Grindelwald put his hand on top of Hoffa's head, touched it, and said sympathetically:

"The world is nothingness. In this world of nothingness, the only reality is choice, no lies, no packaging, fifty against fifty, I gave her a chance."

"Bastard. Fuck"

As soon as the words fell, Hoffa disappeared directly in place.

Countless metal arms pressed into the void.

In the next second, Hoffa walked out of Ghost Walk and punched Grindelwald in the lower abdomen. This punch pierced his lower abdomen and dragged out his intestines.

Grindelwald bent down, but his expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

He grabbed Hoffa's hair with one hand, and with a strong and unknown blue flame attached to the other hand, he punched Hoffa's chest with his backhand.

This punch directly knocked Hoffa's soul out of his body.

His colorful soul floated in the void. The blue flame burned directly on Hoffa's soul.

Afterwards, Grindelwald's body shriveled up, and a black soul pierced his body like a monster, expanding rapidly. It grabbed Hoffa's colorful soul and said viciously: "Too weak, I don't understand the meaning of death , do not understand the profound meaning of the soul, how can you stand in front of me."

"Shut up!!"

Hoffa's soul roared sharply.

A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, Hoffa controlled the lightning and hit it hard.

However, the scorching electric light was scattered by Grindelwald.

He dragged his long devil's tail and pulled Hoffa's colorful soul into his spiritual world.

The world is spinning like a black ink drop in clear water, forming countless scenes.

In the old wooden house, a woman wailed alone and cut off the umbilical cord. With eyes of absolute disgust, she looked at the flesh and blood she gave birth, and abandoned him like a shoe in the snowy snow.

A passing bitch picked up the baby and nursed him to his breast.

The thick black picture flows, in the dark garbage dump.

Three teenagers fought for a piece of bread on the ground, and for that piece of bread, the three fought.

In the end, a thin, blond boy got the upper hand and stabbed two other boys to death with a steel bar, but then gave the bread to a stray cat passing by.

The screen turned again, and Grindelwald's experience was flipped before his eyes like pages of a book.

Blown by the wind, drenched in the rain and blasted, hit by hailstones at the pass, robbed by refugees, chased by wild dogs and stoned by children. He fights for survival during the day, and lives alone in the dark corners of the city at night.

Then, Hoffa entered the deep castle and saw a young man growing up under the spurning and oppression of countless people.

He saw a boy tortured by school violence, sexually assaulted, abandoned, growing up, studying alone, and fighting alone.

The picture flows crazily, each scene is so shocking, and each scene points directly to the madness and depravity in the subconscious of human nature.

In more than half a century, this man tasted being abandoned by teachers, organizations, the country, society, and friends.

He experienced the death of his lover, the death of his children, and the death of his companions.

Like a lone wolf, he experienced countless disappointments, despair, depression, pain, loneliness, frustration and collapse, but stood up again and again. With great ambitions to change the world, he finally stood at the top of this magical world.

boom!

I do not know how long it has been.

The soul returns to the body.

Hoffa plopped to his knees on the ground.

The huge amount of information almost made him unable to turn his head, and a sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart.

He was completely defeated.

Whether it is experience, magic power, experience, or soul, all of them pale in comparison with the other party. The pain and suffering this man has experienced is a hundred times, a thousand times that of him.

He raised his head, the intense hatred and pain turned into only a few pale words, and he said powerlessly: "I will... kill you"

Grindelwald's soul also returned to his body, and the wound on his lower abdomen healed quickly. He stood in front of the kneeling Hoffa and said with a smile:

"If you want to kill me, you have to become me."

"Don't even think about it," Hoffa murmured.

"Don't be silly, I am your reality."

Boom! !

Before he finished speaking, Grindelwald kicked Hoffa in the face.

Kicked him heavily to the ground, smashing his face into the ground.

He couldn't make any sound, couldn't move.

Grindelwald shrugged casually, untied his hair, squatted on the ground, and said softly in Hoffa's ear, "Become like me, and kill me again, okay?"

The blood was dense, and Hoffa tasted the taste of his own blood. But he couldn't answer anymore, most of the bones in his face had been broken.

Then, Grindelwald let go of his hair, stood up, and spat at Hoffa who fell to the ground,

"Class Dismissed."