Chapter 212

"Damn, what's all this luck..."

murmured, and Hoffa jumped off the road sign, pulled out his feet and ran wildly.

He scattered a group of wandering drunkards, one of whom screamed in Spanish behind him. He dashed into the wet, pitted road.

At the moment, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Hoffa doesn't even have the mind to hold up the shield curse to block the rain. He quickly calculates the loss of magic, and at the same time quickly turns the magic to life, improving his running speed.

His running speed increased from 30 km / h to 50 km / h and from 50 km / h to 80 km / h.

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in the old black Mercedes Benz, Chloe's legs and hands are tied up now. She had a seal on her mouth and was wriggling desperately.

The soldier who was driving saw the figure approaching quickly in the rearview mirror. He was startled, turned his head and said, "behind!"

A black robed wizard in the car looks forward, and a pursuer turns into a vague phantom, leaping over numerous obstacles in the rainstorm.

"Drive your car."

After giving orders to the soldiers, he pulled out his wand, opened the skylight of the car and threw it at the pursuer behind.

Purple electric light usually passes through the rainstorm, smashing the sewage pipe of the factory in the distance.

The violent explosion didn't stop the guy at all. He jumped up and disappeared in the rain by the air wave brought by the explosion.

Three seconds later, he reappeared and slammed heavily on the top of the car.

The high-speed running car was all crooked, the wheels were idling, spinning wildly on the wet and rainy ground.

The black wizard saw that the pursuer was so fast. Without hesitation, he drew back into the car, grabbed Chloe's arm, and was about to move.

The phantom was about to move. Hoffa tore open the door and grabbed his arm quickly!

Pop!!!

The three disappeared into the car at the same time.

At the moment of disappearance, the old black car crashed into the statue of Louis XVII on the side of the road and burst into a ball of sparks.

Next second.

Space distortion, three people appear in less than two kilometers from here near the outpost. At the moment of his appearance, Hoffa smashed his fist on the belly of the black robe, snatched Chloe, who was tied into rice dumplings, and tore the black cloth on the nun's mouth.

Ah, ah!!

The scream almost pierced her eardrum. Fear made her lose her mind completely. All the nerves were screaming. Hoffa covered her mouth. He picked Chloe up and rose without much thought.

The black robed wizard slides more than ten meters on the ground. He turns over, climbs up from the ground and swipes his magic wand. Chloe in Hoffa's hand seemed to be held by an invisible chain, and he got out of his hand and flew to the hand of the black witch.

Hoffa's hands were empty, and suddenly he began to fall. He fell on the road with dull pain in his legs.

He grabbed the target in his hand again, and the black witch yelled in German, "get him!"

All the soldiers who stayed near the outpost looked over.

Then, they jumped into the armored car one after another.

Armored vehicles fire.

Boom!!

The dazzling fireball explodes in the top of the head, and the turbulent sound waves come from the top, which makes me feel heartbroken. Someone hit him in a Europa tank with a bomb of hundreds of tons equivalent, and the whole outpost was submerged in the white noise of the blast wave.

In the light of the fire, Hoffa clenched his teeth.

Crazy. Armored cars.

Huge wings came out of his back, and feathered wings gradually turned into metal in the fire.

The cold machine is indefatigable. The black witch drags Chloe, who keeps twisting, back quickly, and yells: "don't stop, blow him to powder!"

In the gunfire, the huge shock wave let the corner of Hoffa's mouth ooze blood under his wings. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He could no longer save his magic power and hit the ground with a fist.

The fist is completely wrapped by the blue metallic luster, becoming thicker and bigger!

Click! CLICK!!

There are countless cracks in the ground, and countless sharp spikes come out of the ground.

A tank spewing flames was jacked up by spikes, overturned, and rolled towards him. Hoffa clenched his right arm and smashed it into the barrel.

Boom!!

The armored car braved the thick flame, rushed past its companion, flew out of the distance at high speed under the recoil force, just like a dying flame beast, and bumped into other tanks.

Hoffa pulled out his fist, his back wings subsided quickly, and his clothes were all burned except his underwear.

The wizard who caught Chloe threw his magic wand hard, and the void was torn into a crack. A dozen ghostly corpses climbed out of the void, and they tried to stop him with their hands and feet.

But with the electric light flashing, Hoffa's hands and feet went through the encirclement of the Yin corpse. Under the explosion of great energy, those Yin corpses turned into ashes like paper.As soon as the black witch saw that the other side was unstoppable, when he was about to push Chloe forward, the phantom disappeared in the air without hesitation.

Hoffa grabs Chloe and tears the rope off her. At the same time, he had wings on his back, circled up into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds in an instant. Only the soldiers on the ground, armed with guns, were frantically shooting at the residual flame of the explosion.

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on the other side, the ground is cold and humid.

The shadow of the black robed wizard's stumbling appeared. He walked through the dark hall and came to a large but cold crypt.

In the center of the crypt, there is a cold operating table. On the operating table lies a scattered male corpse. Half of his chin has been cut off. The strong spotlight light shines on the bright red gums and orbicularis oris muscle, making the cut off corpse shine with a certain pink transparent luster.

Near the operating table, a tall man in black uniform was holding a cigar and stabbing the body with a slender stick. The tip of the stick seemed to carry some electric current. Every time he poked, the cold body would twitch.

"... the field of vision is too narrow, the material available for observation is too scarce, I need more research objects."

The officer in Black said slowly: "tonight, the Werewolf in the east side revealed to us the source of the private alchemy weapon. If we trace it, we will find it..."

the officer suddenly stopped talking.

More than a dozen black robed witches, holding feather pens, were brushing to record something. When they saw that the conversation stopped, they all looked into the officer's eyes.

I saw the unfortunate guy holding the wall at the entrance.

"Meet fire dragon, Aldo, so embarrassed?"

The officer asked jokingly, and low laughter rang out in the conference room.

The black witch tore off his robe and threw it aside

"What's the matter?" The officer asked, "what about lemme, didn't you find it?"

"Hoffa Bach is in France."

"He robbed the target," said the witch

"What did you say?" The officer in black repeated, "say it again."

"Golden eyes, grey hair! That Animagus, hoffahbach, he's in France! "

"Bach? The student of Saint grindevo? "

"It's not him. Who else?"

The hall quieted down, and for a moment the needles could be heard. Then there was a heated debate among the witches.

"What's that kid doing here?"

"Isn't he missing for almost a year?"

"Why does grindevo look at a guy who doesn't even have hair."

"I didn't say that I couldn't kill him, but I had to say that I could kill him without doing anything. After all, he was a wizard of the Allies..."

"be quiet!"

With the arm on the operating table.

The voice of the wizard's argument was silenced by the voice of the officer in black. He rubbed his chin and his eyes sparkled sharply.

"I don't care about a student who hasn't finished Hogwarts. I'm just curious. How did he get mixed up with lemme?"

"Who knows," said the wizard who had just returned, "but I left a magic mark on Chloe lemme. We can track her."

"Tracking... Magic agamanis, it seems, is also of great research value..." whispered like a dream for a moment, he raised his head, "you're doing very well." The officer in black threw away his baton.

"you, take your things and follow me. It's better to get both of them back today. "

At this point, one of the men raised his arm.

"Do we want to trace the private arms that Durant turned in?"

The officer sneered: "do you have a problem with your mind, can't tell which is more valuable?"

You know what? Shut up.

Soon, outside the crypt, a few black old Mercedes Benz started, they discharged the transpiration of water mist, and rushed by in groups in the rain.

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pantheon.

The old buildings, like other buildings on this street, are waiting for the tireless renovation of the city.

Hoffa fell on the roof of a church with Chloe in his arms. At the end of the metamorphosis, he regained his human form, sat down a little tired, entered a state of meditation without saying a word, and began to recover his magic power.

At the moment, the burning outpost in the distance has disappeared. In less than ten minutes, he squandered all his magic and flew nearly ten kilometers.

Chloe looks at the naked upper body of the boy around him, and sits on the ground with his eyes closed and some mysterious fingerprints. The crazy fight lasted less than three minutes, but it was as crazy as she had ever seen.In front of him, this young wizard, who is about his age, looks gentle, but in his heart, he is so violent and crazy.

About thirty minutes later, Hoffa slowly opened his eyes.

At the moment, the night rain has completely drenched him.

"You're... OK." Chloe, who was hiding under the shelter, asked tentatively.

"Not bad."

Hoffa reached into his pocket and tried to take out the medicine for Chloe.

But when he reached out and touched it, he found that his clothes had been blown up, not to mention the potions. Those potions, together with his clothes, were broken in the first wave of explosion.

Although he was able to carry the bombardment of artillery for a short time, his clothes and potions could not. Limited by the conditions, these potions were all bottled in ordinary glass.

Looking at his bare upper body, they were stunned.

For a long time, Chloe slowly said: "naked like this, I'm afraid the curse can't come."

"Hateful..."

Hoffa slapped his head angrily and pulled up his hair.

The rain crackled on his shoulder, making him feel bored.

"Dying..."

he sighed helplessly.

At this moment, the time flare of his forearm has now expanded to the whole body, and his body is full of large and small transparent spots. Under the arrow of time, no matter how powerful the wizard is, he is as vulnerable as a mole ant.

Chloe said nothing more sarcastic at this time. She asked in a low voice, "do you have anything else to restore your magic power?

"Where can I find it? It's not a cold tablet. Just buy it." In the face of imminent death, Hoffa appears quite anxious.

"Don't panic, don't panic," Chloe comforted. "There must be a way."

"Method... Method... Restore the magic..."

Hoffa turned his back on his hands for two turns, and suddenly he stopped.

"... wait a minute, do you know the construction weapon?"

"Constructed weapons? I don't quite understand. "

"What about magic crystal, you know?"

"I know. But I've heard that that kind of thing needs special equipment to be used. "

Hoffa regained his hope. He stood up and murmured, "I see... I see..."

when the potion is broken, the only way to restore his magic is to use his magic gloves.

When I was making that pair of gloves, I inlaid two magic crystals into it, which contains so much magic as two adults.

If the energy in that glove is released completely, it must be enough for Chloe to reach the magic rampage.

But now that pair of gloves was in my hands two days ago. It would take a lot of trouble to get it without being found by myself.

"What do you understand?"

Chloe asked.

Hoffa stood up, walked around the spot two times with a look of excitement, then pressed Chloe's shoulder: "do me a favor."

"What's up?"

"Help me be a thief."

"You're here again," Chloe said irritably, opening his hand. "I'm not a thief!"

"No, no, I'm not asking you to steal someone..."

"who is that?"

"Steal myself, steal me two days ago."

Chloe was stunned and looked at Hoffa more and more strangely. After three seconds, she suddenly stood up, pointed to Hoffa's nose and muttered:

"well, I say, you asked me to be a thief! You still blame me! "

Hoffa scratched his head awkwardly, thinking that it was too much, and he really wronged others.

"I'm wrong. I can't be wrong!" Hoffa quickly and sincerely apologized: "this... I didn't expect it."

"Wrong, you're on the street... You're in front of so many people on the street!" The more Chloe said, the more angry he was, and he was about to hit Hoffa.

Hoffa stood still, smiling.

But Chloe's raised arm didn't fall down after all. She looked at the time flare of Hoffa's chest, stamped her foot angrily, put down her hand,

"Oh, OK, OK, I promise you, but first you have to find a place for me to put on my make-up."

"Make up?"

"Nonsense," Chloe pointed to his nose: "without makeup, I'll be recognized by the German wizard again. What can I do?"

One hour later, the eastern district was closed.

Durant bar.

Hoffa and Chloe squeeze into the group of dancers at the back door of the bar and hear someone whispering, "how can there be a guy dressed like that?""Well, the most sacred woman is only a woman after all."

"Occupation has nothing to do with * *, hum."

Along with the sound, in the dense smoke, four or five dancers gathered under the eaves, smoking with empty and boring faces.

On their faces painted with thick smoky makeup, they disdain that there is some kind of imperceptible jealousy and disgust hidden in their eyes.

Hoffa shrugged and went over to greet them.

"Yo, good evening."

The girl on the right giggled and poked him: "can you turn all the girls in the monastery, or do you just borrow a suit?"

"Not only did I borrow the clothes, but I'll make up for her later."

Said Hoffa.

"You really know how to play. Would you like to make it for me?"

She put a poss on the fireworks, which made the other dancers laugh. Chloe frowned and turned her head.

"It's a long night." Hoffa patted her on the shoulder and pointed to the dresser in the room: "I'm sorry, it's not you. Excuse me. I'd like to borrow your dressing table. Is that ok

The smoke sprayed on Hoffa's face. The meaning was very clear.

"Here you are." He fumbled in his leather pocket and found a crumpled fifty dollar bill. Subconsciously, he smoothed it on his trouser leg and folded it into four folds. Then he handed it to her.

She looked into Hoffa's eyes, and then at the note he had handed her. She gave a slight Pooh without moving her lips, but she took the money and walked away.

Five or six times, the dressing room became empty.

"You're quite skilled, isn't it the first time?"

Chloe asked in disgust.

"Whatever you think."

Hoffa leaned back in a chair and said lazily, "let's go."

"Cut."

Chloe snorted, sat in front of the mirror, sorted out the mess of food scraps and unknown objects, and then began to make up. In this gap, Hoffa used Yu Guangduan to take a look at her real appearance.

She is young, has a pair of lavender eyes, hair looks very soft wine red, facial features is a typical three-dimensional European women. The skin color is a little pale, and the lips are not very healthy.

But it is not right to describe her with the beauty of decadent Gothic art. The way she sat on the chair and looked at the mirror made Hoffa think of the woodpecker. When the creature faced the tree, it was the same kind of concentration...

as the makeup on her face gradually took shape, her real appearance gradually disappeared. First she pockmarked her face, then she scarred her eyes, and then she snapped her fingers.

Under the effect of magic deformation, those scars become very real, and her technique is extremely skilled. It's obviously not the first time that she has done this kind of thing.

"Other people's make-up is to the United States, you are to the ugly."

One side of Hoffa said: "I really love you."

"Pull it down."

Chloe glared at Hoffa in the mirror: "it's good to live, and you care about beauty."

"Yes, it's not easy to survive."

Hoffa takes back his eyes, steals the crack of the door and looks at himself in the bar hall. The power of time rules clearly flows in every small corner of his body, crystallizes his body and changes the structure of his retina.

He seemed to be able to see the process of countless tiny scratches on the dark brown paint table. The decoration style of the bar comes from the last century. It combines the traditional French style with the pale Milan wood carving style. However, everything seems to be covered with a thin film. It seems that all the once bright mirrors and wood surfaces have been ravaged by millions of customers, and covered with something that can never be erased.

He had never cared about these things before, but now he found that these most humble things contain the most stubborn power, just like the mantis can still exist for tens of millions of years after the extinction of dinosaurs.

Arrow of time...

for some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene he saw two days ago.

Durant takes a few women in his darkroom to make a tooth sacrifice. Although he saves a few, one of them is still eaten. If you were quick at that time, or if Norbert was quick, maybe you could die one less.

If...

he straightens up slightly from the back of his chair.

Is it possible to change history?