On the other side of London, the Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom was in a mess. Everywhere, there were minarets and collapsed buildings that were blown up by curses.
The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with golden Sparkle symbols that were constantly moving and changing. The walls were blown to smithereens, and the glossy dark wooden planks were scattered all over the floor.
On the broken wooden planks, there were many corpses and severely injured people. Some of them were cursed, and some of them had their heads smashed open by blunt weapons.
Further ahead, there were wands that were floating in the sky. They were at different heights, floating in the magnificent but broken hall.
Under the flying wands, there were two groups of people who were nervously confronting each other. On one side, there were the fully armed Aura and the officials of the Ministry of Magic. Their backs were against the statues of centaurs and wizards, and they formed a circle. In the circle, there were the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic.
In front of them, there were countless wizards in prison uniforms. They had crazy and cruel smiles on their faces as they surrounded them from all directions.
In the group of prisoners, there was a man in a black cloak. He was surrounded by the crowd, and his face was haggard. He walked like a walking corpse, and also like a body without a soul.
When he was about ten meters away from the crowd, the haggard man raised his hand. All of the prisoners stopped in their tracks. He was the only one who walked forward unsteadily.
Compared to the others around him, the man's eyes were empty, numb, and without any light. He was the Azkaban warden, Vincent, who was planted by Grindelwald with a spiritual seed.
Then, another bald man walked out from the crowd of the Ministry of Magic. He was wearing a navy blue robe, and his face was pale, but he was still very calm. He was the current minister of the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic, Leonard Spencer Moen.
"Vincent, what's going on? Please explain it to me! Why are all the Azkaban prisoners running out? "
The warden raised his head and looked at the minister of the Ministry of Magic. He said numbly, "Moen, it's over. We've lost. Surrender."
"Surrender? Just because of a monster? "The Head of the Ministry of Magic rebuked.
The warden said, "If we don't stop the dragon, the Muggles and most of the wizards will die in madness. Mu En, think about it. "
"You've met the Grindelwald?" The Minister of Ministry of Magic's gaze was as sharp as a knife.
The warden nodded mechanically.
"When?"
"It's useless to ask these questions. I'm just here to tell you an established fact. This country has already lost."
He pointed to the sky. In the distance, the sound of the invisible giant dragon's breath resounded through the clouds.
"That monster is like an infectious agent. Sooner or later, it will use the Nihility to infect everyone in this world. We need to find a way to stop it."
"Then what does this have to do with us surrendering?" The Minister of Ministry of Magic was confused.
The gaunt warden shook his head and said, "Because only Grindelwald can stop it. The Aura you sent has been wiped out. "
"Why didn't he tell me himself?" The Minister of Ministry of Magic asked loudly, "Why did he send you here?"
"He said that he had some personal matters to deal with."
"You …!"
The Minister of Ministry of Magic was about to step forward, but he was stopped by Aura behind him. He was speechless. "Tell him to come see me personally!"
"I'm just a messenger."
The warden raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the Minister of Ministry of Magic. "Grindelwald said that it's up to you whether you want to surrender or not. He doesn't care. Whenever he wants to kill that dragon, he can kill it. Maybe he will even play with it. "
The oppressive silence swallowed everyone. Finally, the Minister of Ministry of Magic, Leonard, gritted his teeth and asked.
"What does he want?"
"Abolish all the existing rules. Let the wizards and the wizard society be exposed to natural selection. "
"Impossible!"
Leonard's eyes were sharp. "This can't be exposed. This is the wizard law that our ancestors have relied on for survival!"
"Then there's no other way. I was forced to do this. Don't blame me." Vincent said softly and disappeared among the countless prisoners.
Countless Azkaban prisoners stepped forward and raised their wands. The officials of the Ministry of Magic also chanted spells at the same time. The surging magic in the air could almost tear apart every molecule in the environment.
A war was about to break out.
However, at this moment, a group of black shadows flew across the sky.
Fire dragons of different shapes and sizes descended from the sky. A man jumped down from the dragon's back and landed on the ground.
He raised his hand and shouted, "Wait a minute."
The distance between the prisoners and the officials of the Ministry of Magic was filled by more than ten fire dragons. They were in a row, opened their sharp mouths and spat fire, forcing the prisoners to retreat.
Fatir jumped down from the dragon's back and walked quickly to Vincent. "Where's the Grindelwald? I want to talk terms."
Warden Vincent looked at Fatir. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but then it dimmed again.
"It's too late, Dracath. No one can stop him. There's no hope in this world. We have no other choice but to play with him to the end. "
As soon as he finished speaking, some of the prisoners tried to rush forward with the bodies of the fire dragons. The violent fire dragons immediately opened their mouths and bit off the limbs of some of the prisoners. However, at this time, the prisoners were like soldiers who could not feel pain. They shouted and rushed forward.
Fatir raised her arm again and shouted, "All of you, stop!"
His voice forcefully suppressed the restless fire dragons.
He looked at the warden and said quickly, "Give us an hour. After an hour, you can do whatever you want."
The warden looked up numbly. "There's no point in struggling."
Fatir said, "Let's at least try."
After a moment of silence, the warden's face twitched and he smiled. "Who gave you this illusory hope, Dracath?"
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On the other side, Hoffa stumbled up to the river bank. Looking at the fiery red sky that looked like the end of the world, he felt despair. His completely uncontrollable self was terrifying.
He was panting and extremely tired. The omnipresent high temperature was almost roasting Hoffa into a jerky.
The fiery red sky hung above like blood, piercing the dark blue fjord and the city. At this moment, the creature was blurry and huge. It was a few hundred feet long, with a long and sharp tail and a head that looked like a lion's head. Rolling in the eerie fog, its body shone with red scales. There was a hot orange light in the gaps between the scales.
He looked at his wrist. The magic watch used to store magic power was shattered by the dragon in the battle just now.
As expected, the one who knew him best would always be himself.
His weakness was clear in the dragon's eyes. Without the magic watch, he couldn't support such a high intensity crazy battle at all.
Beside him, groups of people were terrified and in despair. Their faces were twisted, and their hands were clutching their heads tightly. Their bodies seemed to have been distorted, and they were frantically fleeing and shouting. The sky behind them had a strange hue, as if some evil power was about to descend.
Infected by these people, Hoffa felt fear. He trembled in fear, and there was an indescribable loneliness and depression. This power almost made him howl out loud.
But he held on and gritted his teeth as he muttered, "You're close enough to yourself."
After saying this, he tore off the magic watch on his hand and looked around.
At this moment, he found that he had landed in a Muggle airport. There were several Muggle Spitfires parked in the distance. It had a mixture of green, blue, and gray paint, and there were blue and red rings on the golden wings.
?? Suddenly, he had a plan.
In the sky, the dragon's roar was getting louder and louder. The sound contained an indescribable spiritual power that made the people of London fall into madness and despair.
Some people with weak wills had a painful expression. Their faces were twisted as they slammed their heads against the wall. Some people chose to hold their guns and shot the back of their heads ….
On the ground, Hoffa drove the plane up. This was the first time he tried to drive this kind of thing, but he had no other choice.
The plane flew into the sky. Hoffa pressed the button and the wings spat out fire snakes that fell on the scales of the dragon. But it didn't even break through its cuticle.
But this attracted its attention. When the dragon saw the small plane in the distance, it laughed.
Its body transformed once again. Accompanied by a red fire thunder that descended from the sky, the magic power in all directions was directly sucked dry. A pair of wings grew on its entire body again. At this moment, it had turned into a six-winged giant beast.
The giant beast had scales on its back. With a thick liquid plasma and an extremely strong magic wave, it disappeared on the spot.
Hoffa didn't dare to look back. He only drove the horsepower to the maximum and rushed toward the Atlantic Ocean without looking back.
Passing through the clouds, he looked sideways. It appeared in the blood-red sky. This time, it turned into an electrified dragon. That was his own transformation ability. He was wrapped in thunder and lightning. He rushed toward himself at an extremely fast speed.
Without hesitation, he landed the plane. The plane dragged a long tail and disappeared in front of the dragon. The dragon followed the plane and flew down the clouds.
???? The plane broke through the clouds and was falling rapidly. He left the range of the land and below was the turbulent Atlantic Ocean.
And on the turbulent Atlantic Ocean, there were countless warships anchored. Some of them were German, some were British.
They were fighting.
Seeing this, the flying dragon cried out excitedly.
Strangely, the more excited and manic it was, the more rational Hoffa was.
He looked at the dashboard in front of him and quickly controlled the plane with his hands. He quickly went from being unfamiliar to proficient.
The plane swooped to a height of dozens of meters above the Atlantic Ocean and brushed past the steel warships like lightning.
With a violent explosion, the dragon crashed into the warships with unparalleled force and smashed the warships into pieces.
These huge warships could only slow it down for a moment. The shocking explosion didn't even break through its hard skin.
Hoffa didn't care about the explosion behind him. At this moment, his brain was operating at a high speed.
He looked into the distance. Nine nautical miles away from here, there was a white sand field. It was very suitable for him to achieve his goal.
Boom!!
Behind him, the hot breath caught up.
Hoffa pulled the control lever. The Spitfire avoided the breath and flew toward the sand dune island in the distance.
But at the same time, accompanied by a violent sonic boom, the Void Dragon flapped its wings and broke through the speed of sound.
It breathed in the exhaust, spread its wings, and caught up with the muggle plane. Its sharp claws hooked the tail of the plane and threw it into the sky.
Amidst the black smoke and debris, Hoffa on the plane was like a chick that had overturned its nest. He was wrapped in the dragon and thrown into the sky.
Huo Fa descended from the sky, and a smile appeared on his face.
On the surface of the sea, a wave more than a meter high hit him head-on. The burning plane rolled and crashed into the sea. It suddenly exploded.
???? Boom!!
???? At the moment of the explosion, brilliance flashed in Huo Fa's eyes. He covered himself with a pair of wings and curled into a ball. The blast of the explosion directly sent him to the island, plowing a bottomless trench on the gray sand.
He stumbled up from the beach. His clothes were tattered and there were wounds all over his body. At this moment, his magic power was completely depleted. The wings on his back turned invisible.
The dragon fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the surface of the Atlantic Ocean.
The sea turned into stormy waves, and hundreds of meters of sea water were up to the dragon's neck.
With a strong and blazing heat, it was a monster like Godzilla. It crawled out of the sea step by step and climbed onto the sand dune island that Hoffa was standing on.
"Run, why aren't you running?"
The dragon tilted its head and made a rumbling sound. Its human-like eyes stared at the other superego playfully.
"There's nothing to run."
Hoffa moved his neck. "We're here, let's negotiate."
"Haha, are you going to take out a gun from your pants and put it to my head?" The Void Dragon mocked.
"Muggle toys are useless to me. My kindness, without magic power, what are you? You're just a piece of trash. What right do you have to negotiate with me?"
???? Hoffa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded. "You're right. I don't have magic power. I'm just a piece of trash. But you're the same as me. You don't have magic power. Aren't you also a piece of trash? "
"How is that possible? My magic power is absorbed from everything in the world. It's endless." The dragon laughed. "How can I …"
As it laughed, the smile froze on its face.
Hoffa tilted his head and was unusually calm. "What are you laughing at?"
The dragon took a step back and looked at its claws. Its body began to tremble involuntarily. Then, its body that was hundreds of meters long shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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