326 Chapter 48

At Hogwarts, a drunken Miller writhed Alastor Moody's body on the dance floor, moonwalking and molesting everyone he met. In the constant playing of music, he was completely unaware that someone was calling in his ear.

"Professor Moody, did someone kiss you on the forehead?"

Passing by, some dancing girls laughed and joked with him.

"That must have been something you did secretly."

Miller retorted without hesitation.

"Professor Moody, the decoration on your forehead is very nice."

"Your ones aren't bad either."

"Professor Moody, it's a bright red color that matches your clothes very well."

"Professor Moody."

"Professor Moody."

In Hogwarts castle, Miller gradually felt that something was wrong. Finally, he stopped the carnival alone and stretched his palm to his forehead. Through the polished wine glass in front of him, he saw a fiery 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 clearer, and he heard someone yelling from a very distant place: "Miller, what the hell are you doing?"

After being dazed for a few seconds, he couldn't help but run away, separated the crowd with both hands, and left the crowded auditorium in the blink of an eye, cursing while running, "Why haven't you contacted me all this time!"

In the Eternal Arena, the stormy attack was about to fall on Hoffa's head, and the wings of the Son of Night covered the sky, making him almost unable to see any light.

And at this time, Hoffa found that he was still spacewalking uncontrollably, and he couldn't even get up and dodge. At this moment, his heart was broken.

But just when the sharp claws of the son of the night god were about to tear him open, he finally stopped dancing and ran wildly on the sand.

boom! !

As the sand behind him exploded, Hoffa's heart fell to the ground. He was really angry at Miller's mess just now, but anyway, Miller finally replied to himself, and things ushered in a turning point.

"Are you still scolding me? You said that there is only one hour, so I have to wait until the critical moment to use you!" Hoffa loudly argued in the arena of the underworld, "What were you doing just now?"

"What do you care what I'm doing?"

Miller of Hogwarts touched his tears and stumbled into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Are you messing around, be careful, I'll go back and tell your sister!"

Hoffa in the underworld rolled and crawled, 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! And tell my sister, where are you now!!?"

"How long have I been in Helheim?"

"It's been three months. You have disappeared for three full months. If you don't come back, your body will be buried in the ground. Do you understand?"

three months.

Hoffa was stunned to hear the angry voice in his ear. He even forgot the pursuit of the son of the night god behind him.

He felt that he had not even been in Helheim for three days, maybe not even three hours, but three months had passed in the real world.

boom! !

It was another earth-shaking blow, the ground trembled like an eight-magnitude earthquake, and countless red gravel fell from the sky. The son of the night god who failed to succeed in the blow jumped up from the ground again, flew nearly a hundred meters high, and then fell quickly like a meteor, hitting Hoffa in the air, trying to smash him flat with his body.

But when it was flying in midair, Hoffa on the ground suddenly raised his right hand, and an invisible barrier appeared in the midair of the arena, abruptly stopping the Son of Night God. The barrier shone with a cyan luster, completely isolating the sandy land with a radius of ten meters.

In the sky, the Avada Five, who were still playing popular music just now, threw away the instruments in their hands, and instantly changed from five people into one person. He raised the topic again, and his expression changed from fanaticism to shock in an instant:

"Look, things have turned around? My God, is that an enchantment spell? When did this guy use such a profound spell? This is not his style!"

The ghosts who were still smashing rotten eggs and rotten vegetables suddenly became interested, put away the garbage in their hands, and straightened their waists.

"You still blame me?"

Hoffa's raised right hand opened a mouth, which was Miller's mouth, and he said angrily: "Do you know how I have lived these past few months, I have to disguise you again, and I have to take care of your vegetative person body, what do you think I am, your servant.?"

"Don't talk about anything else, I'll quarrel with you when I get back!" Hoffa calmed down helplessly: "You help me get rid of this monster in front of me first."

"cut!"

An eye appeared on Hoffa's forehead, and Miller was startled: "What is that?"

"That's my body reproduced by Death God, it can imitate my abilities!"

"Roar!!"

The son of the night god, who was held in mid-air by the barrier, let out a roar that shook the sky, his muscles turned into poured steel, and the seemingly unbreakable barrier was torn apart like paper.

Its body shrank rapidly, and it squeezed in from the gap in the barrier, waving its arms to strike.

"Shifting and repositioning!"

Miller snapped his fingers.

The space inside the enchantment distorted for a moment, and the monster that swung its arms across suddenly disappeared, disappearing like a bubble that had been punctured.

In the next second, it appeared at the top of the auditorium and fell straight down.

"Space Curse!!" Avada exclaimed from the balloon: "Only a wizard who has understood the magic spell to the extreme can do it. It seems that Mr. Hoffa Bach is not fighting alone. At this moment, he is not alone." Alone! Not Alone!!

But, who cares, as long as you can win, it doesn't matter what method you use, this is not the Olympics, haha, it doesn't matter if the audience dies, hahahaha~"

As he said that, he even touched his bare head: "Hey, my audience seems to be dead."

Under the balloon, the Son of the Night God, who had turned into a huge monster, fell into the auditorium and wreaked havoc among the auditorium. It couldn't destroy the ghosts, but it knocked half of the arena down. Ghosts flew in the sky screaming, gravel was scattered everywhere, and the arena fell into extreme chaos.

"Come on, what are you still doing?"

Miller reminded Hoffa: "Is there a way to come back? If so, do it quickly, the puppet rune won't last long."

"I have to win this thing before I can go back, help me!"

Hoffa said to his right hand.

"Damn it, what did you do in the underworld?"

Miller cursed and raised his hand again, "The flames are raging!"

A ring of flames appeared at his fingertips and flew forward. In the blink of an eye, the stands and sandy ground of the entire arena were covered in flames, and they were all red as far as the eyes could see.

The ghosts danced in the flames, waving their arms and cheering for the sight of hell.

In the flames, the son of the night god let out howls, it tore its own body, tearing itself out of human shape. But soon, under the licking of the flames, its body glowed with a silver-white metallic luster. It carried the flames with its flesh, and rushed towards Miller and Hoffa in strides.

"Extreme Freezing!"

Miller cast the spell again, and the raging flame disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Sen Lan's cold air swept across the arena like a gust of wind.

The temperature drop was too rapid, and countless cracks appeared on the metal body of the son of the night god. It was frozen in place, and several toes and fingers were continuously broken.

Ka Ka Ka!

It was about to move again, but more cold air was blowing on him, and the frost quickly covered his whole body until it was frozen into an ice sculpture more than ten meters high.

"hurry up!"

Miller yelled.

Hoffa understood, he put his hand in the sand, the quicksand quickly deformed, and finally turned into a three-man-long super-large hammer, he swung the hammer with difficulty, and smashed it sideways at the statue.

The hammer hit the ice sculpture, and the frozen son of the night god was like glass, shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

The audience was silent.

In less than a minute, the entire arena was destroyed in a mess, piles of rubble piled up on the ground, broken arms and ice edges like glaciers everywhere, tens of thousands of ghosts floating in the air, circling endlessly , unwilling to leave.

Awada didn't speak for a while. His long neck stretched out to watch the arena. It seemed that he was also shocked by Hoffa's spell ability.

"Huh finally hung up, damn it!"

Looking at the shattered Son of Night God, Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief.

He didn't even know that his body in the real world would have such a potential, but he thought it was the result of God of Death deliberately amplifying his abilities. If not, he would definitely lose face if he let himself pass the level easily. Hoffa thought bitterly.

He raised his head, looked at Avada, and signaled that he could arrange the last opponent.

Avada, who was standing on the clown balloon at a high place, stood up and said in a regretful tone: "

"Have you got it under control? It seems that this ferocious beast finally succumbed to its master's majesty, and that's all. Night God's power. Tsk tsk tsk, I can only count down the time."

He rolled up his sleeves pretendingly, and more than a dozen watches appeared on his wrist.

ten

Nine

eight

seven

six

five

Four

three."

At this time, a broken palm slowly crawled over from Hoffa's footsteps, like a crab, he felt something was wrong, and looked up again. The bodies that had been smashed into shards of ice squirmed, and each piece of flesh grew wings. Afterwards, they transformed into bats one by one, flying up from the ground with more and more numbers, gradually covering the entire world. The sky blocks out the sun.

"More than that!!"

Awada stopped the countdown, fearing that the world would not be chaotic and exulted: "The power of the night god!"

Hoffa and Miller were dumbfounded.

Miller reacted first, dragged Hoffa and ran out of the arena, and ran out of the arena in the blink of an eye.

Avada on the balloon not only didn't stop him, but looked at him and laughed and said, "Run, run, run hard, as long as you can win this game, it doesn't matter where you go, hell, heaven, mortal world, As long as you can defeat the Grim Reaper, it doesn’t matter where you go, any place is an arena, hahahahaha~”

Countless bats gathered together and turned into a gray-haired, golden-eyed boy again. This time, with wings on his back, he floated in mid-air unharmed, with an extremely ferocious expression.

"Blood."

After he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and disappeared immediately.

The ghost and Avada on the balloon excitedly chased after them where they disappeared.

"Do you have any other powerful spells?"

While running wildly, Hoffa asked.

"No way! It's too tough," Miller said anxiously, "There must be some special way to defeat him!"

other ways other ways

Hoffa was running wildly, and his mind was spinning wildly. At this moment, there was an anxious cry in front of him: "Mr. Bach!"

Hoffa was ecstatic. He looked from a distance and saw a man standing on the edge of the heart island. It was Barty Jr. who had left before.

But his smile quickly froze on his face, because little Barty was empty, without taking anything, exactly the same as when he left.

Hoffa rushed to Little Barty's side in three steps and two steps: "Hey, have you borrowed the potion?" He asked.

"No!"

Little Barty yelled, "That silver-haired woman doesn't see me at all, no matter how hard I knock on her door, it's no use!"

"ah?"

Hoffa covered his forehead angrily, "Must it be so ruthless!?"

"Who? Have you seen Aglaia?"

Miller, right-hand, asked Hoffa.

"yes."

"Hey, she's really here." Miller was shocked: "How many years has it been?"

While talking, the sky turned dark red, and the two turned their heads to see that it turned out that the son of the night god with wings on his back also flew out of the arena.

Hoffa rushed to Little Barty and grabbed his wrist: "Follow me!"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find her myself."