In the Hogwarts, the drunk Mille controlled Alastor Moody's body to twist and turn on the dance floor. He moonwalked and flirted with everyone he met. Amidst the music, he did not realize that someone was calling him.
"Professor Moody, did someone kiss you on the forehead?"
A girl who was dancing joked with him as he walked past.
"That must be something you did secretly."
Mille retorted without hesitation.
"Professor Moody, the decoration on your forehead is very nice."
"Yours is not bad either."
"Professor Moody, it's a very bright red. It matches your clothes very well."
"Professor Moody."
"Professor Moody."
In the Hogwarts castle, Mille gradually felt that something was wrong. Finally, he stopped partying alone and reached his hand to his forehead. Through the sparkling wine glass in front of him, he saw a fiery red mark burning on his forehead. It was the puppet rune he left for Hoffa.
After the crowd calmed down, the calling in his ears gradually became clearer. He heard someone shouting from afar, "Mille, what the f * ck are you doing?"
After being stunned for a few seconds, he ran without saying anything. He used his hands to push the crowd apart and left the crowded auditorium in the blink of an eye. As he ran, he cursed, "Why didn't you contact me all this time?!"
In the Eternal Coliseum, a storm of attacks was about to land on Hoffa's head. The wings of the Son of the Night God covered the sky, making it impossible for him to see any light.
At this time, Hoffa realized that he was still moonwalking uncontrollably. He could not even get up to dodge. At this moment, his heart was breaking down.
However, just as the sharp claws of the Son of the Night God were about to rip his stomach open, he finally stopped dancing awkwardly and ran wildly on the sand.
Boom!!
As the sand behind him exploded, Hoffa's heart dropped. He was really angry at Mille for messing around just now, but no matter what, Mille had finally replied to him, and things had turned for the better.
"You're scolding me? You said that you only have one hour. I have to wait until the critical moment to use you! "Hoffa argued loudly in the Underworld Arena." What were you doing just now? "
"Why do you care what I am doing?"
Mille in the Hogwarts wiped her tears and stumbled into the Defense Against Black Magic office.
"Are you messing around? Be careful or I'll go back and tell your sister!"
In the Underworld, Hoffa rolled and crawled, dodging the Son of the Night God's bloodthirsty attacks while threatening Mille.
"Come on, do you know how long it's been outside? Tell my sister where you are right now!! "
"I'm in Hörheim. How long has it been?"
"It's been three months. You've disappeared for three whole months. If you don't come back, your body will be buried. Do you understand?"
Three months
Huo Fa was stunned when he heard the angry voice in his ears. He even forgot that the Son of the Night God was chasing after him.
He felt that he had been in Hörheim for less than three days, maybe even three hours, but three months had passed in the real world.
Boom!!
It was another earth-shattering blow. The ground trembled as if there was a magnitude 8 earthquake. Countless red gravel fell from the sky. The Son of the Night God, whose attack did not succeed, leaped high from the ground again. He flew nearly a hundred meters high, then fell rapidly like a meteor, smashing toward Hoffa in an attempt to flatten him with his body.
However, just as it was flying through the air, Huo Fa suddenly raised his right hand on the ground. An invisible barrier appeared in the air above the arena, forcefully stopping the Night God's Child in its tracks. The barrier shone with a green luster, completely isolating the sand within a ten-meter radius.
In the sky, the Avada Quintet, who had been playing pop music, threw away the instruments in their hands. They instantly turned from five people to one person. He raised the topic again, and his expression instantly changed from fanaticism to shock.
"Look, things have taken a turn for the better? Heavens! Is that a Spirit Formation Spell? When did this guy learn to use such a profound spell? This isn't his style! "
The ghosts, who had been smashing rotten eggs and vegetables, lost interest. They put away the trash in their hands and straightened their backs.
"You're blaming me?"
Hoffa raised his right hand and opened a mouth. It was Mille's mouth. He said angrily, "Do you know how I've been through these few months? I had to disguise you and take care of your vegetative body. What do you think I am? Your servant?"
"Let's not talk about other things first. I'll argue with you when we get back!" Hoffa had no choice but to settle the matter. "First, help me kill this monster in front of me."
"Tch!"
An eye appeared on Hoffa's forehead. Mille was shocked. "What is that?"
"That's my body that the Grim Reaper copied. He can imitate my abilities!"
"Roar!!"
The Son of the Night God, who was stopped in mid-air by the barrier, let out a deafening roar. His muscles were like steel, and the seemingly unbreakable barrier was torn apart like paper.
His body quickly shrank and squeezed through the gap in the barrier. He waved his arm and was about to attack.
"Form Swap!"
Mille snapped his fingers.
The space within the enchantment distorted, and the monster that was waving its arm in front of him suddenly disappeared, like a popped bubble.
The next second, it appeared at the top of the audience and fell straight down.
"Space Spell!!" Avada exclaimed from the balloon. "Only a wizard who has an extreme understanding of spells can do that. Looks like Mr. Hoffa Bach is not fighting alone. At this moment, he is not alone! Not alone!!
But who cares? As long as he can win, it doesn't matter what method he uses. This is not the Olympics. Haha, it doesn't matter if the audience dies. Hahaha ~ "
As he spoke, he touched his bald head. "Eh, my audience does seem to be dead."
Under the balloon, the Son of the Night God, who had transformed into a giant monster, fell into the audience seats and began to wreak havoc. It was unable to destroy the ghosts, but it was able to destroy half of the arena in just a few hits. The ghosts screamed and danced in the sky. Gravel was scattered everywhere. The arena fell into extreme chaos.
"Go, what are you waiting for?"
Mille reminded Hoffa, "Is there a way to come back? If there is, do it quickly. The puppet rune won't last long. "
"I have to win this thing before I can go back. Help me!"
Hoffa said to his right hand.
"Damn it, what did you do in the Underworld?"
Mille cursed and raised his hand again. "Raging Flames!"
A ring-shaped flame appeared on his fingertip and flew forward. In the blink of an eye, the entire arena's spectator stands and sand were covered in flames. Everything that could be seen was red.
The ghosts danced in the flames. They waved their arms and cheered at this hellish scene.
Amidst the flames, the Child of the Night God howled and tore at its own body until it no longer resembled a human. But soon, under the licking of the flames, its body glowed with a silver-white metallic luster. It used its body to withstand the flames and rushed toward Mille and Hoffa.
"Rapid Freeze!"
Mille cast the spell again. The flames disappeared in the blink of an eye. Blue cold air swept through the entire arena like a gust of wind.
The temperature dropped too quickly. Countless cracks appeared on the metal body of the Son of the Night God. It was frozen in place. Several of its toes and fingers were broken.
Crack crack crack!
It wanted to move again, but more cold air blew on its body. Frost quickly grew all over its body until it was frozen into an ice sculpture more than ten meters tall.
"Hurry up!"
Mille shouted.
Hoffa understood. He stuck his hand into the sand. The sand quickly changed shape and turned into a three-man long hammer. He lifted the hammer with difficulty and smashed it at the sculpture.
The hammer hit the ice sculpture. The frozen Son of the Night God shattered like glass and fell to the ground.
The entire arena was silent.
In less than a minute, the entire arena was in a mess. Piles of broken stones were piled up on the ground. Broken arms, broken walls, and icicles were everywhere. Tens of thousands of ghosts were floating in the air, unwilling to leave.
Avada didn't speak for a long time. He craned his neck and looked at the arena. He seemed to have been stunned by Huo Fa's incantation.
"Phew, finally dead. Damn it!"
Looking at the shattered Son of the Night God, Hoffa sighed in relief.
He didn't know that his body in the real world had such potential, but he thought it was the result of the God of Death's ability. Otherwise, if Zhang Xuan were to clear the trial so easily, he would definitely lose face. Hoffa thought angrily.
He raised his head and looked at Avada, indicating that he could arrange the last opponent.
Avada, who was standing on the clown balloon, stood up and said in a regretful tone, "Has it been controlled?
Looks like this beast finally succumbed to its master's abuse of power. That's all there is to it. The power of the Night God, tsk tsk tsk. I can only count down. "
He pretended to roll up his sleeves, and a dozen watches appeared on his wrist.
Three "
At this time, a broken palm slowly crawled past Hoffa's feet like a crab. He felt that something was wrong and looked up. The body that was smashed into pieces of ice wriggled, and each small piece of flesh grew wings. Then, they all transformed into bats and flew up from the ground. Their numbers increased and gradually covered the sky.
"It's far more than that!"
Avada stopped the countdown and said in ecstasy, "The power of the Night God!"
Hoffa and Mille were stunned.
Mille was the first to react. He dragged Hoffa and ran out of the arena. In the blink of an eye, they ran out of the arena.
Avada on the balloon did not stop them. Instead, he laughed and said, "Run, run, run with all your might. As long as you can win this match, it doesn't matter where you go. Hell, heaven, the mortal world, as long as you can defeat the Grim Reaper, it doesn't matter where you go. Everywhere is an arena, wahahahaha ~"
Countless bats gathered together and turned into a gray-haired, golden-eyed young man. This time, he had a pair of wings on his back and floated in the air unscathed. His expression was unusually ferocious.
"Blood."
After he said that, he flapped his wings and disappeared.
The spirit and Avada on the balloon chased after the two of them excitedly.
"Do you have any other powerful curses?"
Hoffa asked as he ran.
"No! He's too tough, "Mille said anxiously." There must be a special way to defeat him! "
Other ways, other ways.
Hoffa ran as fast as he could. Just then, he heard an anxious shout in front of him. "Mr. Bach!"
Hoffa was ecstatic. He looked into the distance and saw a man standing on the edge of the island in the heart. It was Buddy Jr., who had left earlier.
However, his smile soon froze on his face because Little Barty's body was empty. He did not take anything with him, just like when he left.
Hoffa rushed to Buddy Jr's side. "Hey, did you borrow the potion?" he asked.
"No!"
Buddy Jr shouted. "That silver-haired woman doesn't want to see me at all. No matter how I knock on her door, it's useless!"
"Huh?"
Hoffa covered his forehead in annoyance. "Must you be so heartless!?"
"Who? Did you see Aglaia? "
Mille on his right asked Hoffa.
"Yes."
"Oh, she's really here." Mille was shocked. "How many years has it been?"
As they spoke, the sky turned dark red. The two of them turned around and saw the winged Son of the Night flying out of the arena.
Hoffa rushed to Buddy Jr and grabbed his wrist. "Come with me!"
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find her myself."
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