The moment the flying broom collided with the Muggle fighter jet, time seemed to stop at this moment.
In the blue-black curtain-like night sky, the broom broke, and wood shavings danced in the air. Hoffa lay in the sky with his arms extended forward, like Adam in the oil painting of Genesis. Aglaia's head was facing down, and her face was filled with fear as her silver hair fluttered in the wind. She also reached out and tried to grab Hoffa, but there was still some distance between them.
In the distance, there was the German BF109 fighter jet that turned 180 degrees. It spat out flames and swore to silence the two strange people it saw.
Below them was the British Spitfire fighter jet that looked like a whale coming out of the sea.
In a split second, Hoffa activated the only active state he could use. He extended his arm and grabbed Aglaia's arm by a hair's breadth.
He jumped away from the broom that was completely destroyed. His other hand grabbed the flying Spitfire with lightning speed.
His black nails penetrated the glass on the top of the cabin. In the midst of Aglaia's crazy screams, Hoffa grabbed onto the vertical plane with her, like a master rock climber on a cliff.
The pilot in the British Spitfire was also dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the young man in the sky who grabbed onto the top of his plane. Everything that happened in front of him completely exceeded his worldview and outlook on life that he had accumulated for more than 20 years.
“what
hell.....”
Bang bang bang!!
His momentary absent-mindedness was fatal.
The German pilot didn't let go of his flaw. The bullets in the air were like shiny golden snakes as they swept past.
The next second.
The absent-minded British pilot was shot into a sieve by the German pilot in the distance. His brain splattered everywhere, and blood splattered all over Hoffa's face.
The plane lost control. It was shot in many places, and the entire plane flipped over. With this flip, Hoffa, who was originally like a rock climber, hung upside down in the sky like a fitness athlete holding onto a horizontal bar.
"What should I do!"
Among the various sounds, Aglaia's cries couldn't be heard clearly. She was caught in Hoffa's hand. Below her was an altitude of nearly a thousand meters, and above her was the Muggle fighter jet that was already smoking.
Hoffa glanced at Aglaia and decisively let go of his hand. She fell downwards.
"Ah! Bastard! "
The girl cried out in despair.
After descending half a meter, she stopped.
It turned out that Hoffa had used his legs to clamp her down. She looked up and saw Hoffa's hands free. One of his hands was inserted into the clasp of the plane's cabin. The veins on his arms were bulging as he violently pulled open the glass roof of the plane.
The pilot, who had been shot into a sieve, was like a rag doll. He brushed past the two of them and fell down under the influence of Earth's gravity.
At this moment, the plane had already pierced through the clouds and was falling rapidly. They had already left the area of England, and below them was the turbulent Atlantic Ocean.
At this height and speed, there was no difference between crashing into the Atlantic Ocean and crashing into concrete.
Hoffa was extremely focused. He pulled the glass window that had popped open and crawled into the plane. Then, he pushed the control stick of the plane.
The damaged plane flipped 180 degrees, turning from belly up to belly down.
The huge mechanical force threw Hoffa and Aglaia into the air.
Aglaia didn't dare to look at anything. She covered her eyes and bit her lips tightly.
Even though every step was as thrilling as walking on a tightrope, Hoffa was surprisingly calm. The plane flipped, and under the influence of gravity, he sat in the cabin full of blood and threw Aglaia to the side.
Aglaia looked behind and found that the German plane was still chasing them. She screamed, "That man is still chasing us!"
Hoffa didn't turn his head and said, "You're a wizard, show me some skills!"
"Then what should we do!"
"Shield Spell!"
Hoffa stared at the densely packed control panel in front of him that he couldn't understand at all. He grabbed the control stick and pulled it up.
The plane was suddenly pulled up at a height of ten meters above the sea. The bullets hit the surface of the sea and splashed two rows of high water.
Aglaia got the hint. She put up a shield with one hand and pulled out a magic wand with the other. She shouted at the plane behind her, "Shatter them all!"
A blue light shot towards the BF109.
The German pilot behind them didn't know what the blue light meant, but it didn't stop him from pulling the control stick and dodging the Shatter Spell. He flew into the clouds high in the sky.
Roars sounded.
The two planes flew up and down.
Looking at the dangerous opponent looming in the dark sky, Aglaia anxiously asked Hoffa.
"You're not going to fight back?"
Her voice was very vague in the strong wind.
"I can't, this plane is about to die!"
Hoffa pulled the control stick. It was getting harder and harder to control this broken plane. It was emitting black smoke and flames, swaying in the sky like a drunkard.
The colorful buttons on the control panel were not something Hoffa could understand at all. He gritted his teeth, looked at the faint coastline in the distance, and immediately made a decision in his heart. He couldn't swim, and fighting back now was undoubtedly suicide.
But if he fell into the Atlantic Ocean from this position, he wouldn't even know how he died.
The only thing he could do now was to get as close to the coast as possible before the plane fell.
But the opponent didn't give him too much of a chance. The BF109 dived again, and the M2 machine gun on the plane spat out flames.
Hoffa suddenly turned the control stick, and the British Spitfire rose obliquely into the air, trying to avoid the bullets.
But how could he, a layman, be a match for a professionally trained pilot? His escape route was instantly seen through by the opponent. The German pilot skillfully activated the machine gun on the wing, and the tail of Hoffa's plane was instantly blown to pieces.
At this moment, the plane lost its balance and fell into the sea. The burning belly of the plane had touched the sea, and soon, the turbulent waves hit the plane's propeller.
Hoffa reached out his hand, and the shield in his hand flickered a few times. Like an old-fashioned TV with poor signal, the anti-magic potion's effect was still there.
F * ck!!
He retracted his hand and pulled the control stick tightly.
He didn't know if it was really effective or just inertia, but the falling plane unexpectedly bounced up, as if it was as light as a swallow in an instant. It rose to a height of 15 feet and collided with the cyclone in the air.
But this was just a moment of terminal lucidity.
After the last lift, the plane completely lost power, and its altitude gradually decreased.
Hoffa looked up at the German plane in the sky. He had no intention of landing at all. He didn't launch any more strafing attacks. He was just like a professional vulture, hanging at a distance, waiting for the opponent to die.
Even though they were hundreds of meters in the sky, Hoffa could feel the coldness of the Muggle pilot in the BF109. Could it be that he didn't die in the hands of Silby, but would be killed by an ordinary soldier? What a shame among Wizards …
The thought flashed through his mind.
The plane hit the Atlantic Ocean.
A huge wave more than a meter high came crashing toward them. In Aglaia's scream, the burning plane rolled and crashed into the sea.
It suddenly exploded.
Boom!!
At the moment of the explosion, a light flashed through Hoffa's eyes. Fortunately, the anti-magic potion's effect was finally over.
He regained the ability to use magic. A pair of huge wings spread out from his back. He hugged Aglaia tightly, and the wings wrapped the two of them together.
Flames and the ocean swallowed the two of them. He held Aglaia in one hand and pinched his nose with the other as he fell.
As the magic power flowed, Hoffa's wings became harder and harder. Even so, he still felt countless pieces of iron piercing into his wings.
The sea wasn't deep, and after falling for ten meters, he touched the seabed.
Bubbles bubbled, and he heard the dull sound of water and the rumbling sound of explosions. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the broken propeller of the plane came at him like a meat grinder. Hoffa's eyes widened, and he pushed off the seabed with all his might, avoiding the terrible aftermath of the explosion.
The propeller buzzed and hit the seabed, shaking up a large amount of sand.
.....
.....
In the air, seeing the explosion of the plane, the German pilot was relieved. He pulled up the plane and quickly and decisively disappeared in the air.
Ten seconds after the roar of the plane disappeared, the flames on the sea dimmed.
At the bottom of the sea, the flames on top gradually disappeared. A few frightened cod swam past Hoffa's eyes. He pinched his nose, looked at Aglaia who was unconscious, and opened his wings again.
He pushed off the ground and flew up.
Splash!
He broke the surface of the water, holding Aglaia, and came out of the water.
The night was dark. He still vaguely caught a glimpse of a black thing flying east, its light was faintly discernible and gradually disappeared. It was a German fighter.
He was gone.
Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. He was soaked, and his clothes were all sticking to his body. His mouth was full of salty and bitter seawater. He spat hard and carried Aglaia out of the sea.
Sparkle in the waves shone in the dark night. The waves that were shattered by his hand were like mercury in ink.
A dark coastline could be seen in the distance, and that was the only thing to be thankful for.
He didn't know how to swim, but the buoyancy of the sea was very strong. He flapped his wings hard and freed himself from the sea.
The coast looked close, but it was actually very far away. It took him a few minutes to fly there.
Flapping his wings, Hoffa carried the limp Aglaia and quickly glided from the sea to the shore.
As soon as he reached the shore, he rolled on the ground, exhausted. He was panting, and the wings on his back that were born from the transformation of the human body quickly retracted and disappeared.
He looked at his magic watch, and the magic power had decreased by more than half. He then looked at the girl in his arms.
Aglaia probably choked on a lot of water, and now she was twitching non-stop.
Hoffa laid her flat on the ground, and his hands began to press on her chest.
As soon as he pressed, Aglaia spat out a water arrow from her mouth. Just like the Jani turtle, she sprayed it on Hoffa's face.
Troublemaker …
Huo Fa touched the water on his face and pressed it down even harder.
After a few mouthfuls of water, she stopped. But she still didn't wake up. Hoffa was afraid that she was seriously injured, so he lifted her clothes to see if she was hurt.
As soon as he lifted her clothes and revealed her white belly, a weak voice came faintly.
"I'm fine, what are you doing?"
Hoffa turned his head to look. Aglaia had already woken up, and a pair of ghostly blue eyes were looking at him.
He helplessly sat up and sighed. "Nothing, I'm afraid you're dead."
Aglaia propped herself up with her elbows, looked at the sky, and then looked at Hoffa. Suddenly, her face showed a hint of excitement. "We're alive!!"
F * cking retard … Hoffa didn't answer, and his expression gradually became indifferent. He had just used up too much energy, and now he had entered the state of a sage where his mind was blank.
.....
Aglaia didn't know what else to say. After talking for a long time, she saw that the young man suddenly stopped moving and didn't respond. She reached out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, but found that he didn't even blink.
She pushed Hoffa a few times, but he still didn't move. He was like a clay statue of a Buddha.
"Weirdo …"
She muttered, and got up to look around. It was almost nine o 'clock, and the night was getting darker. This was a gray beach, and behind it was an unfamiliar forest. Thick branches and leaves were scattered in the forest. They were accidentally thrown into this unknown land, and they didn't even know the geographical location.
The sea breeze whistled, and she shivered, so she went into the forest and began to collect firewood. Soon, she dragged a dozen firewood back to Hoffa's side, and built a tripod.
She took out her wand. "Raging Flames."
The firewood was instantly ignited. She took off her wet shoes, squeezed out the seawater in her socks, and then sat barefoot on the beach beside Hoffa, and began to squeeze the seawater in her hair.
The two faced the sea, and looked at the deep blue starry sky. The sea breeze blew, and the firelight shone on their faces. The surroundings were very quiet.
The bonfire caused the temperature to rise, and gradually, the side effects of Hoffa's activated state disappeared. It was like a cramp in his thigh, and the blood from the foot numbness returned.
He moved a little, and regained his consciousness.
"You're fine?" Aglaia felt it, and she let go of her hair and asked.
After returning to normal, Hoffa's face was not very pleasant.
"Next time, please tell me before you drug me, got it?"
"Got it, got it." Aglaia waved her hand indifferently.
"Can you act like you survived a disaster?" Hoffa said sternly. "Do you know how dangerous it was just now? Do you want us to end up like that muggle pilot? "
"Can you stop lecturing me?"
Aglaia looked at the dark sky, and then at the turbulent sea. She pouted and said, "I didn't expect to encounter such a thing. No one would have thought that this was not in the plan at all."
"The plan …" Hoffa shook his head, and didn't want to talk to her.
Aglaia muttered a few words to herself. Seeing that Hoffa was ignoring her, she hesitated for a moment, and gritted her teeth.
"Okay, I was wrong, okay?"
Hoffa looked at her, and silently fiddled with the bonfire. He felt a little uncomfortable. If it wasn't for him, that pilot might have survived.
Aglaia sat closer and fiddled with the bonfire. "This is my first job. I'm familiar with it."
Hoffa sneered. "You want to do it a second time?"
"Of course I …" Achoo! "
Aglaia sneezed and interrupted the conversation.
She smacked her lips and whispered, "At least it's more interesting than staying at home."
Hoffa looked at Aglaia beside him and sighed. "Okay, happy birthday."
Aglaia laughed and made a fist with her right hand in the air.
Hoffa also made a fist bump with her left hand.
But it wasn't over. After the fist bump, she pulled Hoffa.
"Trojan ~"
She generously and loudly kissed him on the cheek.
Hoffa was caught off guard and quickly shrank back.
But Aglaia didn't show any other expression, nor did she feel embarrassed. It was as natural as breathing and drinking water.
After the kiss, she stood up and said boldly, "Let's go! Let's go sell medicine! "
"Sell medicine?"
Hoffa wiped the saliva on his face and wiped it on his pants. "Can you please look around?"
Aglaia looked around. "What's wrong?"
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