v7 Chapter 59： Shocking Battle (1)

William stood on the stone steps, staring at the man who descended into the world, and said loudly:

"Whether you are a **** or not, I can't be your servant, and you won't give up the Deathly Hallows, let alone me and those who possessed it.

And many of them are my best friends.

After all, we are talking about chickens and crows. In the end, it depends on who has the bigger fist and who is more reasonable. "

"So..." The corners of his mouth twitched, and he sneered, "I haven't killed a **** yet! Just in time to practice with you."

Death was in a trance for a moment, how many years have not heard such arrogant words?

The Big Four from a thousand years ago, or the Merlin from fifteen hundred years ago?

Or, when he killed the last **** of death with his own hands, he also said such rhetoric? !

But no matter what, he has lived until now and will continue to live forever and rule the world!

William stretched out his hand and took it out towards the safety watch. Although he spoke wildly, he was not aimless.

That's right, with his previous strength, he didn't even surpass Voldemort, and if he faced the **** of death, he would definitely die.

But knowing that death will come, how could he not prepare in advance?

William quickly pulled out a golden glove.

The glove is made of magic metal, and the back is inlaid with six groups of black substances, lingering like six gems.

The shape is very similar to Thanos' Infinity Gloves, but it is an alchemical item made by Nico, which can carry... silently!

Young wizards, when suppressing their magical abilities, produce a powerful dark magical life.

That is, silently.

There are silent young wizards, and when they are out of control, they can even fight against more than a dozen adult wizards at the same time without falling behind.

Strong, of course strong... After all, at the exchange of life, the silent person can hardly live to ten years old.

As for why William was so silent, of course he didn't concoct it.

Last summer, when he was in the United States, Graves, the top leader of the purgers, caught the little wizard to train the silent ones.

Graves detonated silently, directly destroying New York.

After William and Hermione stopped him, they rescued the innocent little wizard at his residence, and found a lot of silent silence.

It was impossible for William to leave this "nuclear weapon" to the Magical Congress of the United States and bring it back to England.

He didn't want to use this power at all.

Silently, this substance is too dangerous, not to mention the erosion of the body, there is always the danger of "nuclear explosion".

But is the current situation more urgent?

That being the case, we can only do extraordinary things at extraordinary times.

William didn't transplant Silently into his body directly, and he wouldn't be able to live long under that erosion.

If you want to use this powerful force safely, you can only pin your hope on Nico and the alchemy book.

Nico is worthy of being the strongest alchemist in the world, and he really made this glove before the **** of death came.

After William takes it, he can use it as a transfer station to absorb this power a little "gently".

This is also the reason why he dares to fight against the God of Death, for this battle, he has already given everything he has!

William's eyes were firm, and after the glove was on his left hand, the magic power in his body increased steadily.

This majestic magic power has far surpassed the peak of Voldemort, and it can be called a humanoid... a magic stone!

The man also noticed that William's aura was suddenly rising, he just smiled and didn't care.

The method of forcibly increasing strength... He has seen too many, and even invented many methods.

Facing the wizard, it may be useful, but if you want to beat him by this, then Death is a joke.

Between mortals and death,

There is a gap that cannot be bridged!

The man didn't even prepare to do it himself. He folded his arms and chanted a spell, as if he was summoning something.

William's aura finally climbed to the top and leaped out of the stone steps.

fall into the foothills.

Hit death.

William, who stole Voldemort's flying magic, was like a sea eagle, walking against the wind and crossing the 100-meter stone steps in an instant.

When he fell to the ground, his knees were slightly bent, and the magic power inadvertently spilled from his body, and even hit a large pit several people high at the foot of the mountain.

William jumped out of the pit, raised his hand, and instantly fired seventeen Avadas with ease.

Each Killing Curse was as thick as a giant python, slaughtered in the blink of an eye, like a dense web of lasers.

"Is that basilisk calling you?" William began to disturb his mind, and he mocked:

"It can't come, it will be killed soon and made into snake soup!"

The fighting power of that basilisk is at least the level of a Venetian water dragon.

There's no way William could deal with the Basilisk and the Grim Reaper at the same time.

We can only let Dumbledore and Newt kill them halfway.

The man didn't care, and it seemed that the response was too late. He didn't avoid it, and he hit the green light directly.

The **** of death flicked his finger and knocked on a green light, and the curse of death instantly vanished.

There was a trace of blood on the belly of the man's finger, but it returned to normal before the blood blossomed.

Avada Suomin, who has still lifted the curse, was the first time he returned without success with a man, as if it was just a weak light.

And after more than a dozen green lights, he stretched out his palm and grabbed it lightly.

The energy beam formed by Avada Suo's life, so he intercepted it, like a spear, scattered it casually, and floated in the air.

Such high-density cohesive black magic was easily cured by him, and he even played with it in his hands!

Simply subvert the imagination.

The **** of death flicked a semicircle with one hand, and the green spear solidified by the Slaughter Curse circled in a circle, and turned to slaughter William.

The sky suddenly started to rain heavily.

William's sleeves were fluttering and hunting, he moved his wand.

The rain that was like a big splash of ink was drawn, condensed a line of water swords, and shot towards the green light.

The man smiled disdainfully.

Seeing the green spear and the water sword collide with each other, the water sword that William originally hoped could change the trajectory of the Killing Curse was torn apart and spattered countlessly.

The next second, Avada Suo's life exploded instantly, and the chilling air wave burst out from that node with an aura of destruction.

The huge impact force shot straight into the sky in an instant.

At the same time, William put his hands together, and the black mist wrapped him, barely dodging the impact.

He whispered: "Dead Mania!"

The black fog immediately shrouded the heaven and the earth, and the surroundings were pitch black, as if stagnant and still,

No one has ever noticed that the six dark powers have detoured into a huge arc path and floated to them.

These monsters, simulated by silent and majestic magic power, silently attacked the **** of death.

The man was clearly shrouded in darkness, but he stretched out his right hand without warning, and silently approached silently.

The silent and violent force lingered between his fingers, and looked down at the **** of death, who had one hand behind him.

Just like a child seeing something interesting, he stretched out another hand, palms facing each other, gently wiped it, and grabbed the second one silently.

Two silent tiger cubs that were captured, unable to struggle any longer

William picked up his wand and clenched his left hand tightly, all silently attacking Death.

They spewed beams of light from their mouths, and their unparalleled magic power raged in the air.

boom!

The **** of death waved his arm with one hand and shot six times in a row at his side in an instant.

After a while, six explosions sounded, blasting out six large pits, almost bursting the eardrums.

The man moved slowly and lightly, easily tore away the black mist, and looked into the distance.

It turned out that William had already completed the magic at this time.

I saw his fingers curled up, the four fingers of the left hand and the second knuckles of the three fingers of the right hand crossed and fit, making a complicated trajectory for the wand.

Raised high again, aimed at the sky.

The rain in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, as if someone in the sky is pouring the sea water, and the fish will not stop until they drown.

This is what William did on purpose.

The so-called prehistoric mystery is divided into two areas:

One is the use of one's own energy;

For example, the power of love...knows how to use it, even enough to bounce back Avada's life.

Many uses of black magic need the support of hatred.

This has been stained with some prehistoric mystical fur.

Another is the use of natural energy.

The **** of death wrapped the sea water and drowned Constantinople, and he caused volcanic eruptions... These are all advanced uses of prehistoric mysteries.

Natural disasters, whether for Muggles or wizards, are the most irresistible forces.

Even a nuclear bomb explosion is far inferior to earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.

With the help of nature, this is also the power of the prehistoric mystery, why it is so powerful.

William followed Vivian to learn some prehistoric mysteries.

With the support of six silently huge forces, and the wand made of elders and ivory, the death **** finally created this picture:

He directly stimulated the rain for the next three years in an instant.

Here it won't rain again for three years!

Hundreds of millions of rainwater are connected in series to form a waterfall in the sky. When the sky covers the top, it is black and pressed, as if it can destroy the mountain and cover the ground.

This is undoubtedly the grand spirit of extinction.

William raised his wand and pulled at the waterfall suspended in mid-air. The tip of the wand turned into a waterspout and attacked the **** of death, who was holding his hands and looking up.

Reaper slid back a distance, leaped slightly, and slapped it with a punch, hitting it on the endless waterspout.

The water was forced down, crashing into the ground, tearing the arch and opening a huge crack.

William floated in the air, swung his wand sharply, pointing to the sky.

The waterspout made an arc under the ground, drilled out of the ground, the arc continued, and finally formed a large circle, pointing to the **** of death again.

The thunder was rolling, William was standing high, and under the thunder and lightning, he was more like overlooking the world... Death!

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