Chapter 107

Mori Leng girl's language is like cold water in her head, and the animal nature boiling in her body is gradually suppressed under the operation of dark thoughts.

Hoffa tore the snake's fingers slightly loose and stopped the next move.

His life has been reduced to two.

"Body deformation requires concentration and control," osivia said. Control your metamorphosis like a scalpel! It's not for metamorphosis to control you. "

Control.

Hoffa looked at life that was about to drop to one.

He didn't dare to hesitate. He started to transform his life just like he had stopped his horse on the precipice.

Suddenly, the blue magic flowing in the body was transformed into life again.

This is the most difficult transformation of Hoffa. The Thunderbird magic in the body is like a galloping wild horse. It is so domineering and barbaric. Only with all the spirit, can Hoffman make it unwilling to turn around.

Even so, when the alien magic was transformed into life, Hoffa's body inevitably changed.

Patta, Patta, Patta!

The current crackled through Hoffa's body, and his body began to rise, but this time, it did not change in the direction of the bird.

He was rigidly pulled to a height of 1.7 meters. His arch was high and stood on tiptoe. His neck was bent and his tendons were elongated. He was as tight as steel. He was thin and his back was arched, but he was strong. Every joint was high and uplifted.

His hair stood up like a steel needle, with some blue arcs in it.

Two wizard phantoms rushed up bravely. One of them jumped high and raised the blade.

Hoffa, who is still in the process of change, instinctively feels the danger. He shakes his head, reaches out his hand and grabs an illusion in midair.

The other hit Hoffa heavily on the shoulder with a straight sword.

The deltoid muscle was directly cut out a huge gap, and the pain stimulated Hoffa's head. He took the wizard's phantom and smashed it heavily, and the figures intersected, and they were all broken into pieces of glass.

Hoffa had difficulty breathing and itchy shoulders.

The life index is rising rapidly, and the magic power is decreasing rapidly.

"Be gentle, don't be too tough, balance, balance your strength."

Osivia's voice came from her ear again.

Looking at the sea, the magic index is falling rapidly again.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and started the blood bloom again.

The expanding body stopped changing.

His heart thumped in his chest, and life turned into magic flowing through the golden lines of his arms.

Osivia's tone was a little softer: "yes, that's it. Find your own balance, control harmony, control deformation like breathing, and don't fight with yourself."

Breathe.

Balance.

Hoffa has a little insight that Animagus is a very extreme change, but the conditions required are too harsh, not suitable for himself now.

He needs a combat style that is more suitable for him, a metamorphosis that is more suitable for his current situation.

Just as it happens, the transformation of the art of gugal provides himself with two reins.

The color of blood blooms.

Transform life.

In this way, Hoffa kept switching back and forth in two states.

Know the sea.

The red and blue troughs that represent life and magic are constantly changing and fluctuating.

At the beginning, Hoffa felt that his soul was tossed around like the leaves of a strong wind.

But gradually, he reduced the life magic fluctuation range.

From 2 to 8.

It fluctuates from 3 to 7

and finally it fluctuates from 4 to 6.

In the end, Hoffa didn't feel too much discomfort. On the contrary, he felt like he had a breathing lung and a piston engine in his car.

When he breathes, life rises to 6, magic drops to 4

when he inhales, magic rises to 6, life drops to 4

everything is alive, not only magic and life begin to flow, but also the surrounding mental field becomes extremely sensitive. The mental field shrinks to a range of about ten meters, but any disturbance within the ten meters is in Hoffa's perception.

Several wizard phantoms rushed up Hoffa's back.

Hoffa didn't look at it. He turned around and wiped off three heads with one palm. The three wizard phantoms in the running were directly smashed into pieces.

Explosive!

Hoffa looked at his palm in surprise, with some slender exoskeletons growing on the back of his hand, with a light blue luster.

He has completely become another form, a form of high utilization.

Just after the shot, life was transformed into magic again and fell back into the body, greatly reducing the loss of meaningless magic waves.

Dong!!

I didn't wait for him to appreciate another form of himself.Countless shadows rushed up like the tide, toppling Hoffa one after another and pressing him under his body.

Osivia still didn't move. She stood there with her arms in her arms.

Hoffa's eyes were dark, but the magic and life in his body kept him breathing smoothly.

Crackle.

An electric arc suddenly flashed through the dark crowd.

Next second.

Boom!!

Those mottled phantoms on Hoffa's body surface were directly kicked out. They flew tens of meters, knocked down several bookcases and hit the statue standing in the distance heavily.

Turned into a pool of crystal fragments.

With this kick, Hoffa got up from the ground.

As soon as he reached out, the wand returned to his palm and wrapped his arm in a fist.

Those wizard phantoms have no emotion and don't know fear. They rush up without hesitation.

Hoffa was eager to try. As soon as he stepped on the ground, he disappeared.

When he appeared, he smashed two wizard phantoms with one blow.

It's almost as fast as the ghost walk.

He felt that his body was surprisingly flexible. At the moment, every joint of his body had unlimited possibilities. Every cell of his body was cheering and shouting. They split rapidly under the stimulation of electric current. The scars on his face and the wounds on his shoulder healed quickly.

It's not the power of Thunderbirds, it's a mix of meditative states, life shifting, Animagus metamorphosis. All the forces are connected, cooperate with each other, help each other, form a closed circuit in his body, and constantly flow.

It's more flexible, more controllable, more stable. And it's only for you.

This is an extremely sensitive activation state.

His art of metamorphosis has reached a new stage unconsciously.

Breaking the two phantoms, Hoffa turned to look at osivia standing beside him.

Her face was expressionless, but she nodded slightly.

"Not bad."

Hoffa once again disappeared in the same place like lightning, and then the wizard's phantom in front of him turned into fragments one by one.

He was almost intoxicated by this fast-paced feeling, and those just very dangerous phantoms were just like paper pastes, which could not catch up with his speed.

One, two, three, four...

Hoffa flickered in the crowd. Every time he blinked, some people were scattered by him. He felt like a well running car engine, which was coated with lubricating oil and constantly outputting power.

Little by little, the desire to fight spread in his mind. He wants more, more opponents...

PA!!

Suddenly, Hoffa's fist was held by osivia.

Subconsciously, he punched osivia, but after seeing his opponent, he calmed down and put down his fist.

There are no more wizard phantoms around.

It wasn't long before osivia grabbed Hoffa's arm, only to hear a bang.

All the objects in this scene, including the whole scene itself, are broken into pieces, turned into powder, and finally come to nothingness.

The whole hall changed back to what Hoffa had seen in the first place.

It's old, it's broken, it's abandoned, it's full of cobwebs.

The only difference is that his vision has become much clearer, and the original layer of fuzzy water curtain like partition has completely disappeared.

Hoffa shakes his head and wakes up completely from the influence of activation.

His body slowly became shorter, smaller, and finally back to what he had before, a 12-year-old Hoffa, thin and unremarkable.

But his clothes didn't get smaller. During the deformation, his school robe was at least three sizes larger, with many holes and burnt holes on it.

This...

Hoffa looked at his clothes and wanted to restore them to normal by magic.

But suddenly, an inexplicable idea came into my mind.

Why should I wear clothes?

This idea is so strange, suddenly. Hoffa wandered twice in the same place. He felt warm all over, but he was very weak.

This weakness is not physical weakness, but a kind of unspeakable depression.

For a moment, his brain fell into a blank state of no desire and no desire.

This blank makes him step back two steps, and sit on the ground, staring at osivia.

Osivia is also a Leng: "what's the matter with you?"

Hoffman shook his head imperceptibly.

Osivia: what are you doing sitting here? We still have a mission to complete

"What's the point?" murmured Hoffa

There was no noise in the tone.

Osivia frowned. "What's the matter with you?"

Hoffa continued, "why am I alive?"Osivia was completely confused. She picked up the muddy Hoffa from the ground and touched his forehead.

Hoffa's head and limbs hung from osivia's elbow.

He felt that he had entered a wonderful state of sage. He had no interest in anything, just wanted to sit on the ground and wait for death.

"It's strange that your heart beats normally and your magic is not overdrawn." Osivia frowned.

"Well." Hoffa answered with his nose, still.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. He suddenly didn't want to care about anything, half king, library or even where he was.

Osivia let go of Hoffa, squeezed his chin and sighed, "you're still not strong enough."

"Oh."

Hoffa doesn't even care why.

The other side's exotic beauty, which attracted countless students, now looks like a lump of protein and a pile of carbohydrates. Her words, like the nagging of a woman seven years after her marriage, went in Hoffa's left ear and out of Hoffa's right.

Osivia thought for a moment, and her voice was a little softer: "human body deformation is not so easy to master. You are already very good. Let's have a rest first."

"Oh."

Hoffa replied in an uninterested way. He didn't want to talk to osivia.

He just wanted to empty himself. If he could, he even wanted to smoke a cigarette and think about why he existed and why the universe was born...

he looked at the front and was depressed and empty for more than 20 minutes before Hoffa slowly recovered.

"What's wrong with me?" He murmured.

Then, Hoffa's consciousness returned slowly.

The more he returns, the more surprised he is. The more he returns, the more frightened he is.

What's the situation? I can't believe that I'm going to fall into a 20 minute downtime.

"What's wrong with me!" He asked in shock.