"Damn it, what kind of luck is this …"
Cursing under his breath, Huo Fa jumped down from the signboard and began to run.
A group of drunkards was scattered by him, and one of them screamed in Spanish behind him. He dashed onto the wet road full of potholes.
At the moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Huo Fa didn't even have the mind to put up a shield spell to block the rain. He quickly calculated his mana consumption while replenishing his life with mana to increase his running speed.
The scenery around him quickly receded, and his running speed increased from 30 kilometers per hour to 50 kilometers per hour, then from 50 kilometers to 80 kilometers per hour.
.....
In the old black Mercedes-Benz, Chloe's hands and legs were tied tightly. Her mouth was sealed, and she was desperately twisting her body.
The soldier driving the car saw the rapidly approaching figure from the rearview mirror, and was shocked. He turned around and said, "Behind!"
A black-robed wizard in the car looked out and saw a pursuer turning into a blurry Mirage, jumping over countless obstacles in the rain.
"Drive your car."
After giving the order to the soldier, he took out his wand, opened the sunroof of the car, and swung the wand at the pursuer behind.
Purple lightning flashed through the rain, and the sewage pipe of the factory in the distance was smashed to pieces.
The violent explosion didn't stop the pursuer at all. He used the shockwave from the explosion to jump high and disappeared in the rain.
Three seconds later, he appeared again and slammed onto the roof of the car.
The high-speed car was tilted, and the wheels were spinning wildly on the slippery road.
The black-robed wizard saw how fast the pursuer was. He didn't hesitate to retreat into the car, grabbed Chloe's arm, and was about to use the Mirage Transfiguration.
The Mirage Transfiguration was about to happen, and Hoffa tore open the car door, and quickly grabbed the wizard's arm!
Bam!!!
The three of them disappeared into the car at the same time.
The moment they disappeared, the old black car crashed into the statue of Louis XVII by the roadside, and a burst of sparks.
The next second.
Space distorted, and the three of them appeared near the outpost less than two kilometers away. The moment he appeared, Hoffa punched Black Robe's lower abdomen and snatched away Chloe who was tied up like a dumpling. The black cloth covering the nun's mouth was torn apart.
Ahhhh!!
Her screams almost pierced through her eardrums. Fear made her lose her mind completely. All her nerves were screaming. Hoffa covered her mouth. He carried Chloe horizontally and soared into the air without much thought.
The black-robed wizard slid on the ground for more than ten meters. He turned over and got up from the ground. He twisted his waist and waved his wand. Chloe in Hoffa's hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible chain. It flew out of his hand and into Black Sorcerer's hand.
Hoffa's hands were empty. Caught off guard, he began to fall. He fell onto the road, his legs throbbing with pain.
Grabbing the target again, the Black Sorcerer roared in German, "Catch him!"
The soldiers near the outpost all looked over.
Then, one after another, they jumped into the armored vehicles.
The armored vehicle opened fire.
Boom!!
A dazzling fireball exploded above his head. The surging sound wave was heart-wrenching. Someone in a Europa tank hit him with a hundred-ton bomb. The entire outpost was drowned in the white noise of the explosion.
In the fire, Hoffa gritted his teeth.
What a lunatic to actually use an armored vehicle.
Huge wings emerged from his back. The feathered wings gradually turned to metal in the gunfire.
The cold machine did not know fatigue. The Black Sorcerer dragged the writhing Chloe and quickly retreated. As he retreated, he roared, "Don't stop. Blast him into powder!"
In the gunfire, the huge shockwave made Hoffa's mouth bleed. A hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes. He could no longer care about conserving magic power. He slammed his fist on the ground.
His fist was completely covered in a blue metallic luster. It became thicker and bigger!
Crack!!
Countless cracks appeared on the ground. Countless sharp spikes pierced out of the ground.
A tank that was spitting flames was lifted up high by the spikes. It flipped over and charged toward him. Hoffa clenched his right fist and punched into the barrel of the cannon.
Boom!!
Flames billowed out from the armoured vehicle as it charged past its companions. Due to the high recoil, it was sent flying far away. Like a dying flaming beast, it slammed into the other tanks.
Hoffa pulled out his fist. The wings on his back quickly disappeared. His clothes were burned to the point where only his underwear was left.
The sorcerer who grabbed Chloe swung his wand. A crack appeared in the void. More than ten Yin Corpses crawled out of the void. They pounced on Hoffa with their hands and feet, trying to stop him.
However, as lightning flashed, Hoffa used his hands and feet to break through the encirclement of Yin Corpses. Under the huge explosion of energy, the Yin Corpses turned into ashes like paper.
Seeing that the opponent was unstoppable, the Black Sorcerer immediately pushed Chloe forward. Without hesitation, he disappeared into the air with Mirage.
Hoffa grabbed Chloe and broke the rope on her. At the same time, a pair of wings appeared on his back. He spiraled into the sky and disappeared into the clouds in an instant. Only the soldiers on the ground were left. They held their guns and fired wildly at the flames left behind by the explosion.
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On the other side, in a cold and damp underground.
The black-robed sorcerer stumbled as he appeared with Mirage. He walked through the dark hall and arrived at a large but extremely cold underground cave.
In the middle of the crypt, there was a cold operating table. On the operating table, there was a dismembered male corpse. Half of his chin had been cut off. The strong light shone on the bright red gums and orbicularis oris muscle, giving the dismembered corpse a kind of pink transparent luster.
Near the operating table, an unusually tall man in a black military uniform was holding a cigar in his mouth. He was poking the corpse with a thin stick. The tip of the stick seemed to carry some kind of electric current. Every time he poked the body, the cold corpse would twitch.
"… My field of vision is too narrow. The materials I can use for observation are too scarce. I need more research subjects."
The black-robed officer said slowly, "Tonight, the werewolf in the east district revealed the source of his personal alchemy weapon. If we follow it, we should be able to find …"
The officer suddenly stopped talking.
More than ten black-robed sorcerers were holding quill pens. They were scribbling something down. Seeing that the officer had stopped talking, they all looked in the same direction.
They saw the unlucky guy leaning against the wall at the entrance.
"Encountered a fire dragon, Aldo. Why are you in such a sorry state?"
The officer asked jokingly. Low laughter rang out in the meeting room.
Black Sorcerer tore off his robe and threw it to the side. "What the hell!"
"What happened?" the officer asked. "Where's Lemour? Didn't you find her?"
"Hoffa Bach is in France," Black Sorcerer said angrily.
Black Sorcerer said hatefully, "He kidnapped the target."
"What did you say?" the black-robed officer repeated. "Say it again."
"Golden eyes, gray hair! That Animagus, Hoffa Bach, he's in France! "
"Bach? Saint Grindelwald's student? "
"Who else could it be?"
The hall fell silent. For a moment, one could hear a pin drop. Then, a heated debate broke out among the sorcerers.
"What's that kid doing here?"
"Hasn't he been missing for almost a year?"
"Why would Grindelwald take a fancy to a kid who hasn't even reached puberty yet?"
"He didn't say we can't kill him. If it were up to me, we'd just kill him. After all, he's an allied sorcerer …"
"Silence!"
He slammed his arm on the operating table.
The voices of the sorcerers' debate were suppressed by the black-robed officer's voice. He rubbed his chin, his eyes flashing sharply.
"I don't care about a student who hasn't even finished Hogwarts. I'm just curious. How did he get involved with Lemour?"
"Who knows?"
The sorcerer who had just returned said. "But I left a magic mark on Chloe Lemour. We can track her."
"Tracking … Magic Agmanis. It seems to have a lot of research value …" he muttered in a low voice. After a while, he looked up. "You did well." The black-robed officer threw away the baton in his hand.
"All of you, take your things and follow me. It's best if we can get both of them back today. "
At this moment, one of his subordinates raised his arm.
"Do we still need to track the private forces that Durant handed over?"
The officer sneered. "Is there something wrong with your head? Can't you tell which one is more valuable?"
The subordinate shut his mouth.
Soon, several black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz started up outside the crypt. They emitted steam as they sped through the rain in groups.
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The Pantheon District.
The ancient building, like the other buildings on this street, was also waiting for the city's tireless sandblasting to renovate it.
Hoffa landed on the roof of a church with Chloe in his arms. After his transformation, he returned to his human form. He sat down on the ground, exhausted. Without saying a word, he entered a meditative state to recover his magic power.
At this moment, the burning outpost in the distance was nowhere to be seen. In less than ten minutes, he had used up all his magic power and flew nearly ten kilometers away.
Chloe looked at the naked upper body of the young man beside her. She closed her eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground while forming some mysterious hand seals. Although the crazy battle just now lasted less than three minutes, she had never seen such craziness before.
The young wizard in front of her, who was about the same age as her, looked gentle, but there was such a violent and crazy side to him.
After about thirty minutes, Hoffa slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, he was completely drenched by the night rain.
"Are you … okay?" Chloe, who was hiding under the shelter, asked.
"I'm fine."
Hoffa put his hand into his pocket, wanting to take out some potions for Chloe.
But when he touched his pocket, he realized that not only the potions, but even his clothes were blown up. The potions, along with his clothes, were destroyed in the first wave of explosion.
Although he could use his transformation to temporarily withstand the bombardment, his clothes and potions could not. Due to the limited conditions, these potions were stored in ordinary glass bottles.
Looking at their naked upper bodies, both of them were stunned.
After a long while, Chloe said slowly, "Naked like this, I'm afraid the Flying Spell won't come."
"Damn it …"
Hoffa angrily slapped his head and pulled at his hair.
The rain pitter-pattered on his shoulders, making his heart feel gloomy.
"Am I going to die …"
He sighed helplessly.
At this moment, the time flare on his forearm had spread to his whole body, and there were transparent spots of various sizes all over his body. Under the indomitable arrow of time, even the strongest wizard was as weak as an ant.
Chloe did not say any more sarcastic words. She asked in a low voice, "Do you have any other things that can restore mana?
"Where can I find them? Those things are not cold films, I can just buy them." In the face of imminent death, Hoffa was very anxious.
"Don't panic," Chloe comforted him, "There must be a way."
"A way … a way … to restore mana …"
Hoffa walked around with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, he stopped.
"… Wait a minute, do you know about rune weapons?"
"Rune weapons? I don't quite understand. "
"What about magic crystals? Do you know about them?"
"I know about them. But I heard that those things can only be used with special equipment. "
Hoffa's hope was reignited. He stood up and muttered, "I understand … I understand …"
The potion was broken, and the only way to restore his mana was to use the magic amplification glove on his hand.
When he made the glove, he embedded two magic crystals into it, and the amount of mana contained in them was as much as two adults.
If the glove's energy was completely released, it would be enough for Chloe to go berserk.
However, that pair of gloves was in his hands two days ago. If he wanted to get it without being discovered, he would have to go through a lot of trouble.
"What do you understand?"
Chloe asked.
Hoffa stood up and walked around excitedly. He then pressed on Chloe's shoulder, "Do me a favor."
"What favor?"
"Help me be a thief."
"You're at it again." Chloe slapped his hand away in annoyance, "I'm not a thief!"
"No, no, I'm not asking you to steal from someone else …"
"Then who is it?"
"Myself, the me from two days ago."
Chloe was stunned. She looked at Hoffa with a strange expression. After a full three seconds, she suddenly stood up and pointed at Hoffa's nose and shouted, "Okay, I'm a thief.
"Well, I was wondering, so it was you who wanted me to be a thief! You're blaming me! "
Huo Fa scratched his head awkwardly. He thought to himself, This is too much. I've really wronged him.
"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Hoffa hurriedly apologized sincerely, "This … I didn't think of it."
"Is it okay to be wrong? You did it on the street … in front of so many people!" Chloe was getting angrier and angrier as she spoke. She reached out to hit Hoffa.
Hoffa smiled awkwardly and stood still.
However, Chloe's raised hand did not fall. She looked at the time flare that was gradually expanding on Hoffa's chest. She angrily stomped her foot and put down her hand.
"Aiya, fine, fine. I promise you. However, you have to find a place for me to put on some makeup."
"Makeup?"
"Nonsense." Chloe pointed at her nose, "If I don't put on makeup, I'll be recognized by the German wizards. What should I do?"
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An hour later, East District.
Durant Bar.
Hoffa and Chloe squeezed through the group of dancers at the back door of the bar. They heard people whispering. "How can there be a guy dressed like that?"
"Hmph, no matter how holy a woman is, she's still a woman."
"Profession has nothing to do with sex, hmph."
Following the voice, four or five dancers gathered under the roof in the dense smoke. They were smoking with empty and bored faces.
On their smoky faces, there was some kind of undetectable jealousy and disgust hidden in the depths of their disdainful eyes.
Hoffa shrugged and walked over to greet them.
"Yo, good evening."
The girl on the right chuckled and nudged him, "You can even kidnap a girl from a convent, or did you just borrow a set of clothes?"
"Not only did I borrow a set of clothes, I'll also have to put on makeup for her later."
Hoffa said.
"You really know how to have fun. Do you want to put on my makeup too?"
She pinched the cigarette and struck a pose, causing the laughter of the other dancers to increase by an octave. Chloe frowned and turned her head away.
"The night is long." Hoffa patted her shoulder and pointed at the dressing table in the room, "I'm sorry, that person is definitely not you. Please go to the side and rest for a while. I want to borrow your dressing table, is that okay? "
The smoke blew on Hoffa's face. The meaning was clear.
"Here." He rummaged in the pocket of his leather coat and found a crumpled fifty-dollar bill. Subconsciously, he smoothed it out on his trousers and folded it into four folds before handing it over to her.
She looked at Hoffa's eyes and then looked at the bill he handed over. She spat softly without moving her lips, but still took the money and walked away.
After repeating the same process five or six times, the changing room became empty.
"You're quite skilled. It's not your first time?"
Chloe asked in disgust.
"Think what you want."
Hoffa leaned on a chair and said lazily, "Let's start."
"Tsk."
Chloe snorted coldly. Sitting in front of the mirror, she sorted out the messy food scraps and unknown objects and began to put on her makeup. Taking advantage of this gap, Hoffa carefully observed her real appearance from the corner of his eyes.
She was young, with a pair of lavender eyes and soft burgundy hair. Her facial features were typical of European women. Her skin was a little pale, and her lips were not very red. She was not very healthy.
However, it would be wrong to describe her as a decadent gothic beauty. The way she sat on the chair and looked at the mirror seriously reminded Hoffa of a woodpecker. That kind of creature was also so focused when facing a tree …
As the makeup on her face gradually took shape, her real appearance was gradually hidden. She first dotted the pockmarks on her face, then added scars around her eyes. After adding scars, she snapped her fingers.
Under the effect of magic power, those scars became very real. She was very skilled at it. Obviously, it was not the first time she had done this.
"Other people put on beautiful makeup, but you put on ugly makeup."
On the side, Hoffa said, "I really feel sorry for you."
"But forget it."
Chloe glared at Hoffa in the mirror. "It's good enough that you can survive. You don't care about beauty or ugliness."
"Yes, it's not easy to survive."
Hoffa withdrew his gaze and peeked at his other self in the bar through the gap in the door with waning interest. The power of the law of time flowed clearly in every small corner of his body. While crystallizing his body, it also changed the structure of his retina.
He seemed to be able to see the countless tiny scratches on the dark brown painted table. The bar's decoration style was from the last century. It was a mixture of traditional French style and pale Milanese wood carvings. However, everything seemed to be covered with a thin layer of film, as if all the mirrors and wood surfaces that used to be bright had been ravaged by millions of customers and were covered with something that could never be wiped off.
He had never cared about these things before, but now he realized that these inconspicuous things contained the most stubborn power, just like how the mantis could survive for tens of millions of years after the extinction of the dinosaurs.
The arrow of time …
For some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene he saw two days ago.
The werewolf, Durant, was eating a few women in his dark room. Although he saved a few, one was still eaten. If he had acted faster, or if Norbert had acted faster, there might have been one less death.
If …
He straightened slightly from the back of the chair.
Could he change history?
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