411 Chapter 65, Perfect Body VS Perfect Body

Hoffa looked at the God of Nightmare and slowly closed his eyes.

"Okay, let's end it completely."

He said lightly.

When he opened his eyes again, the Nightmare God had disappeared. He was floating in the sky, not completely within Durmstrang's range. On the wheelchair, Sylby was still holding the intact scepter, facing the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

But this time, Hoffa didn't move, he just floated in the sky, flapping his golden wings slowly. He knew it was useless to go down, so he simply waited in the sky.

Sylby on the ground glanced at Hoffa in a wheelchair and gave him a wink with Delfina's face. The scepter in his hand rests on top of the head of the statue of Salazar Slytherin. The statue of Salazar Slytherin suddenly roared in pain, and that roar was filled with the pain of crazy torture.

"You are right, Salazar. The supreme thing in this world is power, and you are destined to have this thing to break the curse. Own me, own me." He stroked Salazar Si with his black iron hand. The Leitlin statue had a painful face, and the scepter was firmly pressed against the statue's lower abdomen.

ah! ! !

The screams of the statue became more and more intense.

Accompanied by that scream, the ground shook rumblingly.

Flying above the sky, Hoffa saw the ground of Durmstrang trembling violently, accompanied by a tremor almost like an earthquake of magnitude 8, the three-headed giant snake sleeping under Durmstrang burst out of the ground, While the huge boulders were flying wildly, the three-headed giant snake roared and swallowed Silby, who was on the ground with his wheelchair, into his mouth.

Afterwards, its three heads were raised high, the left and right two opened their huge mouths, and began to spew green flames towards the sky.

On the Black Sea, the black ship is moving fast.

Vladimir squatted by the deck and brought a glass of water to the girl's mouth. At this moment, the transformation technique on Miranda's mouth has been released, but her arms and thighs, especially her fingers are firmly locked. She slumped against the ship's side with a gloomy and hopeless face, lost all vitality, and turned a blind eye to the water glass in Vladimir's hand.

Osilvia stood beside Miranda, watching with the other Durmstrang wizards the loud bang and violent shaking of a thunderclap on the far shore. Several Durmstrang wizards asked worriedly: "Is he really coping? That's... a half-human king."

"Trust Hoffa, it's not the first time he has encountered this kind of thing, I believe he can handle it." Osivia said with a serious expression.

The three giant snakes were swinging on the ground, and two of the three mouths were breathing flames. The mouth in the middle keeps chewing, as if swallowing something.

Suddenly, the big snake's body shook, and it stopped moving.

The flames in the sky slowly extinguished.

Hoffa flapped his wings in the sky, staring at the big snake motionless, whose mouth was slowly being stretched open. A tall, gray-haired man stood in the mouth of the snake, holding a scepter.

"It's been a long time, brother."

He said to Hoffa very politely.

But Hoffa is basically completely immune to all of Silby's expressions and words. No matter what he said, Hoffa would not care a word, no matter what expression he used, Hoffa would not care a word.

The moment Silby appeared, time stopped. Just as he finished speaking, he was knocked out by a golden bird man, which smashed the body of the big snake and smashed the high wall of Durmstrang College. , flying all the way to the cliff in the distance, accompanied by a loud bang, Hoffa pressed his still head on the cliff, and got stuck deeply in it.

Then, he let go of his hand, and the light of the shuriken flashed hundreds of times in an instant.

Sylby's newly born body shattered into tens of thousands of pieces in the blink of an eye. Hoffa flapped his wings and retreated rapidly, landing a dozen meters away from Sylby.

Time began to flow again.

The blood in the fragments began to rush wildly, and the rocks on the cliff rumbled and fell, but Hoffa still did not move, nor did he leave. He just stood there holding the cross sword, waiting quietly.

In the air, there was a slight humming sound.

"Do you know that I'm not dead? How do you feel it? You must have felt my spiritual force field, right? Haha, it's like this, Hoffa, you've really grown up, look at your current courage, let me Think of the snow-capped mountains in the east."

There are vague echoes floating in the air.

Hoffa stared expressionlessly at the densely packed fragments on the ground. At this moment, those fragments were slowly gathering towards one place under the traction of an unknown force.

"Do you know why Salazar Slytherin's curse works on me?"

There was a muffled voice in the blood clot.

"Because that curse is aimed at my soul, my spirit. Presumably after going through so much, you can understand that the torture of the spirit far exceeds the torture of the body to some extent."

The squirming blood clot gradually took on the shape of a human, and he opened his bloody mouth and said, "Oh, it's a pity that your Transfiguration is effective against ordinary wizards, but against a wizard like me... you can't kill me Me, you are too biased, Hoffa is a student who is biased, not a good student"

With the sound of talking, Sylby got up from the ground bit by bit. The bloodstains on his body are rapidly healing, and he has returned to his appearance when he was just born, even with an extra gorgeous robe.

Hoffa took a deep breath, and time stopped abruptly.

Sylby's newly healed head was chopped off, Hoffa grew six wings on his back, and turned into a huge thunderbird. Afterwards, he took the head and galloped away into the distance. In the blink of an eye, he covered a distance of hundreds of kilometers and landed in the Siberian wilderness in the extreme north of the Far East. He changed back into a human form and threw his head on the snow. Countless dense stone hands stretched out from the snow and clasped their heads.

Time resumed its flow again.

Sylby's head landed on the snow. He looked at the vast snowfield around him and sighed, "Brother, if I were you, I should have learned some spiritual-related black magic in advance, but it's too late now."

A headless corpse fell from the sky, landed on the snow, and began to grope around. Finally, it found its own head and put the severed head on its neck. Because of the stone hand, it couldn't put the head on, so it put the stone hand on the neck together.

As a result, the handsome man in a gorgeous robe turned into an inexplicable guy with a dense stone-handed head, which even looked a little funny. But Hoffa couldn't laugh at the antics.

He has only seen such crazy scenes in illusions, but this is not an illusion, this is magic, the purest magic.

As a library of forbidden spells, Sylby has endless forbidden spells, but he only knows how to transfigure and the power of time, and doesn't know how to crack spells. Even if he can, it's meaningless in the face of an existence like Sylby , after all, he only needs one move to kill Miranda.

"Salazar Slytherin's curse has been broken by me. What kind of spiritual magic can harm me in the world? Physical means can't destroy me, and spiritual means can't hurt me." Holding the stone hand Silby said lightly, "I'm sorry Hoffa, you've worked hard, but I'm invincible."

Hoffa didn't want to say a word. He had already finished what he could say. He reluctantly raised his hand and decided to activate the power of time again.

"The world help me!!" suddenly growled Sylby.

Hoffa felt his fingers slipping. It felt as uncomfortable as stepping on a slippery slide when he was walking. Similarly, his power of time is the same, although it is still functioning, it is like the dense gears of a machine that have become greasy due to years of wear and tear, and do not listen to it.

In that greasy space, Sylby, who had been in a stagnant state, moved again, and with his movements, his body rapidly aged, from a young man to an old man with a gray beard.

From raising the fist, to swinging the fist, to the fist turning into a giant dragon hand, and finally to the fist hitting Hoffa's chest, it took less than a second.

boom! !

Hoffa was smashed and flew out.

The grey-white old man jumped up high, his neck puffed up like a toad, and his neck was filled with bright red and scorching heat.

vomit! !

He opened his mouth wide, crazily spewing magma-like thick flames at Hoffa.

Hoffa's fist blasted out, flying hundreds of meters in the air, and then slowly stopped on the snow.

Is it snow?

It doesn't seem to be anymore, the snow is melting fast, why? Is it the flames spewing from the mouth of the old man in the distance? If so, what happened to the growing grass?

The thought just flashed through his mind, and then Hoffa jumped up. Dodged the flame that was almost as thick as magma.

He raised his head, facing the gray-haired old man in the distance, and saw that he was also covering his arms, panting. Sulfur breath and black smoke rolled out of his mouth. Beside him, the ice and snow melted quickly, and the grass grew quickly, and within a few seconds, it withered again, decayed and died. Similarly, the corruption did not last long, the grass grew all over again, and the cycle repeated countless times in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa understood how Sylby moved through the passage of his time.

Even at this moment, he had to admire this opponent's combat awareness and sorcery talent.

Sylby panted on the other side and said triumphantly: "Did you see, brother, although I can't control time, my mental force field can counteract the impact of the rules on me. Under the control of my mental force field, the flow of time will slow down. It is a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times that of the normal state, so even if you slow down the time, I still have room to fight back.

He laughed again and said. "It's really scary, Bach. This punch has cost me eighty years of life. If it wasn't for me, how many people in the world can bear it. Be proud."

"Say, it's time to talk."

Hoffa said lightly.

Sylby sneered disdainfully, "Are you sure it's my time? It seems that your understanding of POWER is not deep enough!"

He opened his arms forward violently, without a spell, Hoffa felt a huge squeeze coming to his face, that kind of squeeze far exceeded the pressure of Apparition, just like the squeeze when facing hundreds of tons of sea water Press the same.

Some kind of unfathomable spatial magic, Hoffa thought.

The surroundings quickly darkened, the space quickly flowed around them, countless lights were fleeting, and soon, Hoffa felt empty under his feet, and he had wings on his back, allowing himself to float in the air.

The cold wind in Siberia has disappeared, the air is filled with the warmth of clouds, and the warm wind blows in. Hoffa, who was flying high in the sky, saw the clouds in the sky, and Sylby on the opposite side of the clouds. And the cities below the clouds.

The city has an ancient atmosphere, that is the ancient pyramids on the banks of the Nile, the streets with flying yellow sand, dense crowds walking around the city with baskets on their heads, not knowing that there are two more people in the sky above their heads.

Seeing such a dense population, Hoffa's heart sank gradually. He looked at Sylby, and Sylby also looked at him and smiled slightly. The power of stagnant time still stayed on Sylby. With a smile, his appearance became older, and age spots covered his entire face.

Hoffa's eyes widened, and he galloped towards Sylby with his sword in hand.

"Taboo. Deprivation of life!"

Sylby spat out a few words lightly.

Looking from a high altitude, on the ground of Cairo, a huge green triangular eye appeared, and the eyes were composed of countless hungry and crazy mouth patterns. The pattern is so huge and complicated that no one in Cairo can see its whole picture, they can only see the pattern of the mouth opening and closing on the ground.

The mouth pattern attracted the attention of the dense crowd on the street, and they squatted down curiously, looking at the inexplicable pattern on the street. The green light on the mouth was gradually dazzling, and the green light shone on the bodies of the crowd. Countless dots of green light came out from their bodies and flew straight to the sky. Gathering towards Sylby's body, irradiated by the green light, Sylby's old body quickly filled up, the age spots on his face disappeared, his arms became thicker over time, even from thick to delicate, even his hair , also become extremely shiny.

Correspondingly, there are countless inexplicably withered and dead Muggles in the entire city of Cairo. They aged dozens of years in the blink of an eye, and some even fell to the ground and died directly because of withering, turning into mummies.

Hoffa looked at this scene with a blank expression on his face.

Boom! !

The cross sword cut on a transparent magic sword.

Under the transparent magic sword, an extremely young boy slowly raised his head. It was a boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old.

"How." Sylby, who has become a super-young version, said lightly: "Now, there is someone who pays the bill. Shall we have a good fight?"