Chapter 88 Chapter 21

A black-purple fist rapidly enlarged in Hoffa's eyes, and the fist shone with metallic light.

In the blink of an eye, Hoffa had no time to cast a spell, and his wand turned into a lion's head glove covering his left arm.

Transformation life starts.

Life: 6

Life: 7

Life: 8

Most of the magic power is turned into life.

The muscles in Hoffa's arms bulged, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He punched the old woman hard.

Boom! !

The heavy muffled sound of metal colliding.

The old woman in the air was thrown upside down by the impact. In the first-class car, she knocked down three rows of seats in a row before barely stopping.

And Hoffa was also uncomfortable, he leaned heavily on the door frame, his arms trembling.

This punch doesn't look like the strength of an old woman at all, and the strength of boxing a strong man is no more than that.

Not daring to waste time, Hoffa quickly turned his life back to his magic power to relieve his dizziness from overdrawing his magic power.

On the other side, the old woman was not dead, she struggled to get up from the ground. Grinning, he pulled the pistol out of his clothes and pointed it at Hoffa.

Hoffa's mental force field, which had been vigilant all along, immediately enveloped the ground, and the metal on the ground began to turn into palms.

But he hadn't finished casting the Shattering Grip yet.

A big emerald green snake was even faster, it slammed into the roof of the carriage, and fell into the carriage like lightning, directly binding the old woman to death.

Between coiling and twisting, the big snake is extremely powerful.

The old woman was so crowded that her eyes popped out, her bones creaked, and the heavy gun fell to the ground.

She stared at the big snake, and the big snake also stared at her. The snake's head slowly turned into Osivia's upper body. Hoffa had never seen that expression on her face.

Hatred, anger, loathing, killing intent boiling! !

She looked at the old woman condescendingly, grabbed her head with her arms, twisted her waist, the huge snake tail rolled tightly, and there were two soft clicks.

The old woman's head tilted, her spine twisted, and it was directly broken into three pieces, twisted into twists.

In the distance, Hoffa watched the shocking scene panting, and it took him a while to recover.

He leaned on the seat, clutched his right arm, and walked slowly to Osivia's side.

"Dead?" he asked softly.

"Hmm." Osilvia changed back to human form, and said indifferently, "Looks like a professional killer."

Professional killer?

Hoffa paled and glanced at Osilvia. She was not very old, but she exuded a fierce killing intent, and she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

But the age was different, and Hoffa did not stick to this matter in a pedantic way. He walked up to the old woman who fell to the ground. Squat down.

At this moment, he really saw the person who attacked him, or Sylby, clearly.

It was a wrinkled old woman, her face was pale, and blood mixed with minced meat flowed from the corner of her mouth. It is estimated that the internal organs were squeezed and burst.

Her appearance is no different from that of an ordinary street old woman, but the only difference is that her right arm is made of machinery.

Seeing this, Hoffa's eyes widened slightly.

He is well aware of the level of technology in 1939. People in this era can't even use air conditioners, let alone things like robotic arms and exoskeletons.

However, it is wrong to say that it is mechanical, because there are no future high-tech such as wires or chips on it, it is more like a door bolt, which operates through transmission and bearings. It looks very old.

"What is this?"

Hoffa asked softly in shock.

"Construct wizard." It was Sylby who answered him.

The wheelchair slid close to the corpse, he said softly.

"Wizard? This... is this a wizard?"

"No, it's a creation controlled by wizards."

Sylby shook his head slightly.

Hoffa: "Can you make it clear?"

"Construct wizards, a branch of modern wizards." The answer was Osivia, who folded her arms and stared at the corpse on the ground with frowning.

"This type of wizard is very obsessed with Muggle technology. They are not only obsessed with Muggle technology, but even more obsessed with Muggle weapons."

"They fused Muggle technology with wizard technology, and even used magic crystals and body surface circuits to replace the magic flow in the body.

It is a brand-new genre that has been around for less than a hundred years. But it already has its own power, which is quite mysterious. According to legend, these guys can even make Muggles as powerful as wizards. "

Magic crystal?

Muggle technology?

Construct wizard?

He suddenly thought of the leaflet he saw on the train.

Half-human church, half-human king?

Is it this organization?

Hoffa looked at his watch, then at the mechanical arm of the old woman on the ground, which was still crackling with purple arcs.

It was this arm that made me suffer a big and small loss.

He thought of something, and immediately squatted beside the old woman, and used his magic wand to lift the clothes off the old woman's arms. On the old woman's mechanical arm, he found a purple socket. There is also a purple crystal in the socket.

Sure enough, it is the same technology.

Hoffa decisively pulled out the crystal in the socket.

The crystal shone with an inexplicable purple light, prismatic, and very thin.

"Magic crystal."

Silby said softly: "It was invented by the Italian wizard, Alessandro Antonio, more than 1,000 years ago, and it is used to store magic power outside the body."

Hoffa looked at the magic crystal, and then he inserted the purple chip into his watch.

Suddenly, Hoffa's watch clicked open the dial, and directly embedded the crystal. Then the dial closed, and Hoffa felt a tingle in his wrist.

Several needles pricked into his skin.

The pointer scale on the dial rotates rapidly.

0.1X, 0.2X, 0.3X, 0.4X

Turn it all the way to 0.5X before it stops.

Then, magic power flowed into Hoffa's body from the dial.

In the sea of ​​consciousness.

The ratio of magic power to life is quickly broken

Mana: 5

Mana: 6

Mana: 7

Mana: 8

Magic: 9

The ratio of his magic power to life has come to 9:1

At the beginning, the situation of overdraft of magic power was quickly replenished, which made him feel that the drought was coming soon. But soon, Hoffa felt quite uncomfortable, which was a kind of abnormal swelling pain.

As if drinking water until full, eating until full.

He shook the watch, and the magic power in his body was pulled out of his body again, and returned to the dial.

His body regained a 5:5 balance, and even the soreness in his forearm has recovered a lot.

But the magic power index in the dial has also dropped to 0.4X.

At this moment, Hoffa has a clearer understanding of his watch, and he can extract the magic power from the magic crystal in the watch to replenish himself, just like a car with a fuel tank attached to it.

Seeing that Hoffa had been tinkering with the watch, Sylby asked, "Are you okay?"

Before Hoffa could speak, Osivia suddenly strode forward and pulled Sylby out of the blanket with one hand.

This time Hoffa didn't react at all.

Sylby was lifted up in the sky and swayed, revealing his body in a transparent elastic suit, his limbs under the underwear were all shrunken and skinny, resembling a skeleton.

Osilvia whispered angrily: "Why would such a person come to you and say! Did you leak the key information?"

Sylby was caught off guard and picked up, and was furious for a moment: "What are you doing, put me down."

Osilvia didn't let go, instead, she turned around and pressed Sylby against the glass of the fast-moving train corridor with a bang.

The gusty wind that leaked from the side made the black hair dance wildly on Osilvia's forehead.

"Then why did the car stop just as we passed by here, why would someone choose to do something here, is all this arranged?"

"What do you want me to say, you bastard!?"

With the angry roar, Sylby's body began to twitch abnormally, Hoffa immediately stepped forward, snatched his employer from the inexplicably angry Osilvia, and placed him in the wheelchair.

In the wheelchair, Sylby coughed a few times, and said with a sneer, "You accused me of crimes, but I don't know if you noticed that three months ago, the Minister of Magic of the Soviet Union died. This secret has long been exposed gone."

Osilvia's face paled instantly, she trembled a bit, but couldn't say a word.

The second monk Huo Fazhang was puzzled, and had no idea what the two were talking about.

But before he got too deep into what the so-called secret was.

There was a rush of footsteps from far to near, and through the glass door of the carriage, Hoffa could see a large number of train stewards rushing towards this side with weapons.

Glancing at the old woman's body, Osivia said decisively: "There must be more than one killer in the carriage. This is a premeditated activity, and we cannot stay on this train."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavily armed flight attendants outside shouted some incomprehensible words, and then the flight attendants in the front row raised their guns one after another.

Osivia waved her magic wand decisively, and the door of the carriage was automatically blocked by countless steel beams.

In the next second, there were dense gunshots.

Rows of bulges appeared on the iron gate, and the flight attendants outside opened fire without saying a word.

"You carry him on your back, let's get out of here."

After Osivia finished speaking, she pointed her wand at the roof of the car.

A red light flashed, and the exhaust port on the roof was blasted open.

She waved her wand again, and the metal on the ground spiraled up, and under the effect of the transfiguration, it turned into a metal staircase.

"Go up." Osilvia said.

Without further reminder, Hoffa picked up Sylby on his back and quickly climbed out of the carriage. Standing on top of a wind howling train.

Before he could stand still a bit.

There was a crisp bang.

The entire carriage they were in was suddenly severed from the entire train.

The deceleration and inertia made Hoffa sway, and he felt that things were starting to go wrong.

Osilvia quickly climbed onto the roof and said loudly to Hoffa, "Put him down."

"What are you doing?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Don't talk nonsense, just let me go if I tell you to." Her momentum was astonishing, Hoffa frowned, but he still let Sylby go.

I saw Osylvia raised her eyes and looked over, and then held Hoffa's arm.

Snapped!

The suffocating squeeze of Apparition was back, as if being forced into a spinning rubber tube. The head and limbs were all squeezed into the chest cavity.

Osilvia disapparated and disappeared in place with him.

Sylby sat slumped on the roof of the car alone, and opened his mouth wide: "Oh."

On a rock one kilometer away from the railway track, Osivia and Hoffa suddenly appeared.

Before taking a few breaths, Hoffa said in surprise: "Why don't you take the two of you with you?"

Osilvia didn't answer, she squinted and looked into the distance.

Three seconds later, she disappeared in place again.

It seems that Osilvia is going to pick up Sylby, and Hoffa is slightly relieved.

boom! ! !

Suddenly, the carriage in the distance exploded, turning into a mass of red, reflecting the sky under the morning curtain.

The huge fireball produced by the explosion almost didn't make Hoffa fall.

He finally understood why those people wanted to cut off the compartment! !

"Sylby, Osilvia...?"

Hoffa went blank for about five seconds.

There was a soft snap.

The figures of Silby and Osilvia appeared on the rocks on the top of the mountain.

As soon as he appeared, Sylby, whose robe was on fire, roared loudly: "Hey, can't you bring both of them here at the same time!?"

Hoffa, with a blank mind, slowly regained his senses. He looked sideways in shock at the soaring flames in the distance, as well as the falling debris.

no doubt.

It was an extremely well-planned murder.

From parking, to the old woman, to the crew on the train, to the explosives on the rails.

This kind of organizational ability and computing ability is definitely not something that ordinary organizations can possess.

He never expected that a seemingly simple escort mission would suddenly become so dangerous and terrifying. What is the identity of this guy beside me who can only move his head.

At last it was Sylby who broke the silence first.

He murmured, "Then, where is my wheelchair?"

"At times like this, you still think about your wheelchair?" Osilvia said indifferently.

"How can I get around without a wheelchair?" Sylby stared.

"Let him carry you." Osilvia raised her chin at Hoffa.

Their eyes moved to Hoffa.

But Hoffa slowly raised his head and said, "I was involved in an inexplicable murder, and you guys still want to hide it from me?"

Sylby: "I've never kept anything from you."

Hoffa: "Then tell me, what do these people want to do, and what is the key in your mouth."

Sylby glanced at Osilvia.

Osilvia shook her head silently.

Sylby: "Look, it's not that I don't want to say it, it's that this beauty doesn't let me say it."

"In this case, I don't want the final payment." Hoffa said lightly, "You might as well let her send you back, anyway, you are all insiders, right?"

After speaking, Hoffa turned and walked down the mountain.

The two people on the rock stared blankly at Hoffa's figure walking through the forest.

Suddenly, Sylby yelled loudly: "The library!!"

Osilvia took a breath: "Shut up!"

But Sylby made no attempt to shut up.

"A legendary library, the forbidden magic library of countless top wizards in ancient times. It is said that hundreds of forbidden spells are placed in that library. Those who own it are enough to have the power to control the world!"