248 Chapter 48, Highly Poisonous

Under the huge bloody full moon, in the gathering place like an ancient Colosseum, the crowd fell one after another, like collapsing dominoes.

Red Kleist's face changed again and again, he looked at the bright red wine glass in front of him, extremely ominous but a premonition welled up in his heart. He drew out his wand without hesitation, and pointed at Mueller Mance who was sitting across from him.

"you!!"

Mance looked at him calmly, and said with a slow smile, "The reaction is pretty quick."

"you you."

The dizziness was like a tsunami, and wave after wave washed over the rationality of the red-robed Kleist. He wanted to curse the smiling man to death, but he couldn't say a single spell, and blood gushed out from his five sense organs. , he stared at Mance, and roared hoarsely: "What did you do...?"

"snort."

Mance smiled sarcastically. Throwing away the cup in his hand, "Actually, I have always been curious about whether wizards are still mortal after possessing magic power. But now it seems that although you are powerful, you are still not beyond the category of creatures."

Accompanied by his voice, none of the people present could stand. They fell to the ground with a plop. Some rolled over, some vomited, some trembled all over their bodies, and the skin all over their bodies showed a strange bright red color.

The howls and screams were endless.

Hoffa, who was peeking from a distance, was taken aback by the sudden change, and he had no idea what happened. Just now these people raised their glasses to congratulate arrogantly, why did they all roll on the ground in a blink of an eye, what is this? Some kind of weird sacrificial ceremony?

Kleist swept away all the cutlery on the dining table with one arm, and staggered towards Mance with his wand in hand.

"Avada Avada."

He roared with all his strength, but Mance picked up the wine bottle and smashed it down on his head, knocking him to the ground before he could utter the spell.

"Death Curse? It's so troublesome."

Mance threw away the fragments in his hand, looked at Kleist, who was rolling his eyes, twitching constantly, and his face was blue, and sighed, "The efficiency is too low, I killed people in concentration camps, they were all batch after batch. , only one hundred grams of potassium chloride is needed, which is safe and convenient.”

Kleist forced himself to get up from the ground, his expression distorted like a ghost: "You dare to do this. You dare. Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid, it's because I'm afraid of death that I have to let you die. By the way, I have no intention of saving your stupid son at all, let alone go to a monster like Grindelwald for such a trivial matter. "

"You! Cough cough. You are finished. You are finished. Do you think you can escape if you do such a thing? Kleist said hoarsely: "You can't escape. People from the association will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

"Wizard Association!?"

Mance looked up and laughed loudly as if he had heard some great joke, "You are just a joke in my eyes, you are fighting against the whole world with a small area, what is waiting for you is that the building is about to fall, and you are still self-proclaimed. As a king, your vision is too narrow."

Kleist was already powerless to refute, the poison was rushing through his body along with the blood, he could only barely lean on the table, so as not to fall to the ground.

Mance continued: "When you are all dead, I will take your corpses and my dear Miss LeMay to England. Presumably the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot will be very happy that I have so severely damaged the Wizarding Association and accepted them. Me, maybe they will award me a Merlin Knight Medal, reward me with a house near the sea, or directly let me be the director of the Ministry of Magic or something, I am a little excited when I think about it, as a Muggle Being the director is definitely the first one."

Kleist was so poisoned that he couldn't speak, but when he heard him speak so loudly, he was so angry that he vomited blood and screamed: "Dog thief! Do you think those inferior races can win? You do such a thing .You...you will definitely be sent to a dead end by the wizard!?"

He cursed and cursed incoherently, accompanied by a frantic convulsion of his body, his whole body fell apart directly under the action of the poison, red and blue poisonous blood oozing from every pore.

Mance took a step back and looked at the blood man in front of him regretfully: "I have a fart relationship with you."

After calmly speaking, Mance stepped on Kleist's face hard, bending his neck directly, and blood spread on the ground.

With the serious problem in his heart gone, Mance did not stop.

Those subordinates who had ignored him before finally felt the terror of being dominated by death at this moment. They wailed, crawled, and hugged Mance's thigh, hoping that he could stop.

But he was unmoved in the slightest, even if someone hugged them too tightly, he would just kick them away heavily and let them fend for themselves.

Finally, he came to the edge of the pool of blood.

Here, Lu Sifan is not dead yet, probably due to his special physique. He leaned on the stone pillar, breathed like a bellows and said, "Don't kill me. Don't. Don't kill me. Mance, you know, I never wanted to We can be good friends if it's against you or against you. He crawled to Mance's feet, tugged on his trousers, and begged in the most humble way: "I'm still worth. Very worthwhile."

Mance shook his head, "No."

"Then you. Then you, what conditions do you have?"

He swallowed the blood with difficulty, his nails scratching the ground.

"How about calling me Dad? I don't want to be accused of patricide." He said with a smile.

The expression disappeared, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Ah"

Lu Sifan looked up at the sky, his face changed from humble to hard, and he used all his strength with one hand to bounce himself off the ground. Opening his mouth wide, he took Mance's throat.

"Go to hell! Despicable Muggle!!"

Click, he bit a piece of hard metal.

Mance held a detonator horizontally in front of his neck. He pushed the detonator forward heavily, and inserted it deeply into Lu Sifan's throat. Then he pulled the ring and kicked Lu Sifan in the chest.

Kick him down on the Roman pillars on the edge of the pool of blood.

Amid violent convulsions, he looked at Mance with difficulty, eyes full of hatred and a fierce look. Every cell in him had been infiltrated with poison. It was the drug used by the Communist Party to kill Jews in concentration camps. Covering such a large piece, it can poison tens of thousands of adults.

"goodbye."

Mance dropped the Griphook from his hand.

boom! !

Accompanied by a burst of shaking explosions.

The upper body of the vampire wizard was blown into powder, thick plasma rained down, and the Roman column behind him was broken into several pieces by the vibration, and fell rumblingly, pressing the remaining half of the body underneath.

The blood is still boiling in the pool of blood, the bleak moonlight penetrates through the cracks in the wall, the gorgeous wall hangings and oil paintings are still intact, and the finely carved tableware with ivory and gold inlays, except for some ups and downs, Also nothing was lost.

However, amidst the flying dust, there were corpses everywhere on the ground, men, women, wizards, and vampires.

The walls and the floor are full of scratches, the faces of those corpses are corroded by unknown highly toxic substances, and the faces of once handsome and beautiful people are now covered with large black spots, as if eroded by the arrow of time. Next, discard the decaying metal. It can be seen how much torture they endured before they died.

On the high wall, Hoffa was completely stunned.

He never thought that things would develop to such an extent that he felt that his brain was not enough. Before I did anything, I didn't start doing anything, and all the enemies that seemed to exist were all down.

There are no brilliant and bloody battles, no soldiers charging against each other. There was only one unattractive Muggle officer who poisoned all the creatures at the banquet to death, even his own subordinates.

Poisoning so many people to death, is his guts ironclad? Has he really thought about how to end it? ?

I saw Mueller Mance wandering in the hall, he maintained his balance deftly, stepped over the corpse of a vampire, and the hem of his light gray robe was dragged in the pool of blood.

Finally, he came to the dining table. Surrounded by colorful fruits, sat a woman wearing a golden mask. Mance stood in front of her, and smiled as he lifted the golden mask off her face.

Hoffa stood up abruptly. It was Chloe. She was used to wearing the black monastic robe on weekdays, but after the vampire changed her clothes, he couldn't tell the difference at all.

Mance casually grabbed an apple and took a bite, examined it and said with a smile, "I have to say, Miss Flamel, this dress suits you quite well."

Chloe looked around, her mouth wide enough to stuff an egg in. With disbelief in her eyes, Mance swept away the fruits on the table, revealing her hands and feet tied to the table by chains.

He took out the key, untied the chains that bound her legs, carried her down, put her on the chair, and looked at her reverently.

"These stupid nocturnal creatures are trying to control your body, Lord of Time, this time I saved your body in the world, can you fulfill my trivial wish?"

Chloe looked at the hall full of corpses with a dead face, turned around and asked, "What do you want?"

"I think. You should know what I think. You know that nothing can hide from time." He stroked Chloe's hair: "Tell me, everything that will happen in the next fifty years, the winner of the war , the next Dark Lord, the real hegemonic empire. Also, if possible, just give me some of your miraculous power, okay?"

"I can't, I can't even see my own destiny."

"It's because you didn't try your best, and you don't know where your limit is." Mance said enthusiastically, and he looked at Chloe as if he was looking at a rare treasure. "But what power is stronger than time? It doesn't exist at all. Any magic or blood will be wiped out under the erosion of time."

Chloe: "."

"Aren't you willing to do it?" Mance's smile gradually changed from fanaticism to calmness. It was his unique smile when he poisoned all members of Rusfan and Kleist.

"I know what you care about most, Miss Flamel. You want to make the world a better place, don't you. Actually, you may not believe it, but I think so too. Look at this war-torn world, look at these Cannibalistic monsters, look at these hideous wizards. Someone has to end this. I believe that person must be me, and I will do anything to achieve this goal."

He walked to another corner of the square and slammed open a secret door behind the wine cabinet. Inside, dozens of boys and girls were locked with their mouths sealed and tied to pillars.

"You brought these children from France. I brought them from the sea to land, and saved their lives among the vampires. Lemay, as long as you are willing to help me, then I can meet any of your needs ,Believe me."

"How could I believe you," Chloe said hoarsely and sarcastically, "You killed everyone in my monastery, and now you have killed everyone around you. You have no bottom line at all."

"Everyone is mortal." Mance shrugged his shoulders like a rascal, "Earlier and later death is death. Instead of this, why not make some contributions to me."

He took a step forward, took off his coat, put a gentleman's coat on her shoulders, and then bent down and pressed it against Chloe's ear, whispering inscrutably: "You better tell me you can, or I will let you stay." The German army in France will fuck you to death one by one like a train, and let you be fucked while watching me tear up these little kids one by one."