412 Chapter 66, the Ultimate Battle

Thousands of kilometers away, in the foggy Scottish Highlands. Huge tanks rushed through the muddy soil, numbering in the hundreds. These tanks were painted with the logo of the half-human king, followed by a large number of Muggle vehicles, including huge trucks, and countless speeding motorcycles.

On the barrel of a huge tank headed by him, sat a man who was screaming hissingly. Soldiers in formation screamed in great desire and trembling:

"Why can those people use magic! Why do we lose our magic power and they still have magic! Why can those wizards with magic receive letters from Hogwarts at the age of eleven, why do some people even have owls all their lives?" I’ve never seen a shadow of him! You say, is this fair!?”

"unfair!!"

The squib in the car and the squib driving the motorcycle raised their hands and roared.

"unfair!!"

"unfair!!"

"unfair!!"

"Why should house-elves be born to serve wizards! Why should they allow mudbloods to randomly appear among Muggle offspring! Why should those pure-blood nobles be so high up!! Why should dragons be imprisoned underground in Gringotts! ! Brothers!! This is fair!!"

Accompanied by extremely provocative language, the elf turned somersaults on the cart, and shouted in a shrill voice while doing somersaults.

"Unfair! Unfair!!"

The man on the barrel was beating his chest and feet, tearing his heart and lungs, and shouted flushed: "Tell me! Brothers, what is the root of the most unequal in this world!?"

"It's magic!!"

"It's magic!!"

"magic!!"

"magic!!"

They shouted together.

"Destroy the magic!"

"Destroy magic!!"

"Destroy magic!!"

"That's right, to destroy magic, it's now!! It's now!!"

On the gun barrel of the giant tank, the Muggle soldier holding a microphone roared hoarsely and fanatically, and he knelt on the fort with tears in his eyes. Unscrupulous blooming of youthful enthusiasm.

Accompanied by his screams, countless forts opened fire violently.

On this day in 1945, the day when the dark wizards of Germany had just receded, in the middle of the twentieth century, with the patronage of the wizard shadow half-king, the wizarding world launched an unprecedented Squib revolution. Although the wizarding world has encountered many crises before, they have encountered giant wars, goblin rebellion, and dark witch invasions. But no war has had a more far-reaching impact than this war, and there has never been any war. The threat of this war to Hogwarts is more direct and destructive than this war. Compared with this fierce attack, the previous Hogwarts explosion is more like a prelude, a show It is a great prelude to the times and ideological changes. And on this day five years later, under the king's strategy, under the impetus of the gods, under the chaotic evolution of fate, the concert reached its climax.

A wizard with still magical powers rushed out of the dense forest of Hogsmeade riding a war horse and a hippogriff, accompanied by countless magical creatures, and rushed towards the huge phalanx formed by the Squib soldiers!

Accompanied by the merciless roar, the throats of countless Squib soldiers were torn, and more Squib soldiers frantically set up their machine guns, and started to fire wildly at their former companions and those magical creatures.

The magical creatures and Squib soldiers sifted together and fell from the sky. As soon as they fell, they were trampled into mud by the wizard's horse's hooves.

The leading wizard was riding on horseback, holding a wand and a huge iron sword, wearing a magic shield, laughing wildly in the gunfire and wielding his sharp blade. Blood splattered on his beard and cheeks, making him laugh out loud.

In the sky, Muggle planes whizzed past, and shells were thrown into the dense forest, turning horses and wizards on their backs. Just as the Squib soldiers were laughing loudly in the plane, a huge fire dragon flew up from the dense forest, spit out billowing flames, and blasted the Muggle plane flying in the sky.

Everything in the wizarding world was fading away, those gentle veils, those warm daily life, and those interesting magic completely disappeared at this moment. As the sun and the moon rotate, the mild moon disappears, and the scorching hot sun shines in the sky at noon. The wizards in the wizarding world turned into the craziest beasts, pulling out the sharpest fangs one by one, stabbing each other mercilessly.

And on the outskirts of the war, in a certain camp, in a corner that madness and fighting can't touch. An old man with a beard and glasses and a white robe was walking around in circles.

"Albus!!"

A wizard lifted the curtain and walked in, shouting: "Aberforth. Aberforth rushed out with the magical animal!"

Dumbledore covered his brows in pain, and he covered his nose with his long fingers. The place where the tip of the nose was broken seemed to indicate the younger brother's inherent violent temper.

"How many people did he take away!?"

Albus asked aloud.

"More than half!! Many of Beauxbaton's wizards were inspired by him and rushed out together, we can't control them!!"

"Damn it!!" Albus Dumbledore, who was always gentle and gentle, even swears, "Damn it! Damn it!"

The Beauxbaton wizard Maxim who was sitting in the camp stood up and said, "Albus, if your plan cannot be implemented, we can only send out the remaining wizards of Beauxbaton, with all due respect. , at this time, maybe you can only use strong medicine. Your medicine is too mild. "

The voice just fell.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

boom! !

boom! !

boom! !

Round after round of cannonballs spewed flames towards the castle.

Outside the castle, in the wizard's camp, they set up a huge shield spell over Hogwarts.

As the dust fell, Albus Dumbledore turned sharply and asked another fat wizard in the tent loudly.

"Slughorn, haven't you prepared the potion of forgetting yet?"

"The amount is really too big, not so fast, not so fast and hold on for a while." The fat wizard like a walrus wiped the dense sweat on his nose and forehead nervously.

At this time, a wizard lifted the curtain and walked in, shouting, "Albus! Our shields can't last!"

"Hold on!"

Albus said, looking at the boiling potion cauldron in front of him, he turned around anxiously, and asked, "Is there any news about Hoffa?"

"No," said the wizard who entered the door with gloomy eyes.

"We're going to take care of the shield."

An extremely tall young witch stood up. It was Olim of Beauxbatons. "He will definitely come back. Hofbach said he would come back to fight with us. He must not be a man who ran away!"

After speaking, she led several Beauxbaton wizards to the outside of the camp.

Just as Olim left, the curtains of the tent were picked up again, and another wizard rushed in, shouting, "The wizard from Durmstrang is here!"

Dumbledore's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed, "Quick! Take me there!"

A group of people hurried to the side of the black lake, which was covered by a huge shield at this moment.

The principal of Durmstrang, Osylvia Normanova, led a group of wizards standing on the shore of the Black Lake under the shield. Osylvia looked at the huge transparent film above her head with a complicated expression. At this moment, there were countless planes Flying through the sky, they kept throwing bombs at the castle under the shield. The bombs exploded on the shield, creating waves like water ripples.

Once upon a time, this place was protected by shields like this. Only this time, the boy in the center of the shield disappeared. What happened to him now?

Above the desert sky, the ultra-young Sylby held the magic light blade and blocked Hoffa's heavy blow. His face kept squirming, sometimes aging, sometimes young, and those green light spots continuously poured into his body. Constantly maintaining his super-accelerated state to resist Hoffa's terrifying time stagnation power.

clang!

Accompanied by a violent sound.

Hoffa and Silby stepped back a dozen steps in the air.

On the ground in Cairo, more and more people died under the green light. They couldn't even utter a cry. They clutched their throats that quickly dried up and turned into mummies in the strong wind. They died without a sound.

Silby, who was surrounded by green light, said: "We can fight like this forever. There are still many cities in this world that we can consume. This is also good. Let the existence of these wastes provide nourishment for the battles of legendary wizards, and they will also feel Proud, what do you say?"

Unlike the second graders, Hoffa was no longer hysterical. He stopped the power of time while backing up, and looked at Sylby quietly.

For a moment, Silby on the opposite side was caught off guard, and his arms danced wildly in the air. This was the acceleration mechanism he used to hedge against Hoffa's time stagnation, and it was working.

Hoffa raised his arm, thick dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the rolling currents in the dense dark clouds kept flickering and gathering, and the energy fluctuated and gathered towards Hoffa's fingertips. The strong energy turned his arm almost transparent. White, the bones and blood vessels are fully visible.

After dancing wildly for ten minutes, Sylby slowly stopped.

Just stopped.

Hoffa raised a finger.

boom! ! !

A super chain of lightning that had been condensed for ten minutes bombarded Silby. In the dazzling white light, all the glass in Cairo was blown apart by the loud noise.

Silby looked up to the sky and chased after him, and hit the Pyramid of Khufu with black smoke all over his body, knocking the pyramid out of a huge hole with a radius of ten meters.

Hoffa flapped his wings and slowly fell from the sky, floating in front of the huge pit in the pyramid.

In just ten minutes, Sylby looked younger, becoming a child who was only five or six years old, but at this moment the child had a stone hand on his head, and his whole body was completely blackened by electricity. He leaned against the middle of the pothole, his whole body was covered with residual fluctuating electric current.

"Don't pretend to be dead, let's continue." Hoffa said lightly.

Sylby, who was blackened by the electricity, slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. There was a terrifying pressure in his eyes, which almost stopped the surrounding clouds.

"Have you given up using the power of time?"

The childish version of Sylby said softly in disbelief: "Do you think that without the power of time, you can defeat me just by transforming and Thunderbird?"

Hoffa tilted his head, but didn't answer.

There was a hint of ferocity on the childish face: "Looking for death!!"

He pointed at Hoffa with his backhand: "Xia Yelong Finger!"

The sky that was still clear just now turned black in an instant, and the dark clouds were completely torn apart, revealing the transparent night sky behind. Several stars in the night sky brightened up strangely. The connection contained terrifying fluctuations of killing intent.

Hoffa didn't dare to neglect at all, Ghost Walk and Thunderbird started at the same time, climbing several kilometers in a straight line in the shadows in a second.

The dragon finger in the universe and Sylby's finger synchronized, the clouds in the sky completely dissipated, the ocean was divided into two under the power of this finger, the water droplets evaporated, the atmosphere melted, and a vacuum descended. Surging energy comes to the world under the control of unrivaled spiritual power.

But this energy has no form, not even the slightest sound.

But the flying bird that touched it in the sky turned into ashes in an instant, the plane disintegrated silently in the sky, and the passengers in the cabin also silently turned into fragments in the night sky and disappeared into the world. With Sylby's finger as the center, within a radius of one kilometer, everything along the way was silently reduced to ashes.

That night, astronomers observed unexplainable cosmic wonders through the telescope, and the night sky was so clear that night. That same night, Hoffa felt so close to escaping his destiny.

He climbed desperately, and finally flew into the thin vacuum at the end of the ghost walk. There is no magic power here, only continuous cosmic rays.

But at the moment he left the ghost walk, there was only a gap of one second. Silby quietly appeared behind Hoffa at an altitude of 10,000 meters, grabbed Hoffa's pure gold wings, and stomped on his back. The spell spit out: "Magic break!"

Hoffa was lightly stepped on.

His proud pair of wings were completely torn off, and the golden blood was flying wildly. His whole body shot towards the ground like a cannonball, covering a range of more than ten kilometers in the blink of an eye. Like a meteor, it smashed from the top of the Pyramid of Khufu all the way to the bottom of the tower, and smashed into the sand of the tomb with waves like an earthquake.

The dust filled the air like crazy.

Hoffa lay on his back among a pile of mummified corpses, feeling his completely shattered spine and the sharp pain at the torn wing on his back, watching a scarab slowly crawling past the tip of his nose, expressionless.

In the sky, Silby landed slowly, throwing Hoffa's bloody wings on the sand.

He grew up a few years in just a few minutes, and the scorched black skin on his skin continued to fall off, revealing the fair skin inside. He was also a little tired at the moment after using two super powerful killing moves in a row, but this fatigue could not stop the uncontrollable scowl on his face.

"Do you think this can kill me? What kind of international joke!"

Sylby asked Hoffa in disbelief: "You still want to fight me while protecting those Muggles!? You look down on me!? Do you think the half-human king is not your opponent!?"