Chapter 466： Balance deformation

Chapter 466

The snake is an animal that has evolved to the extreme in nature, and the Basilisk 15 is an extreme magical beast specially cultivated by the black wizard. No one can underestimate its power.

But the basilisk is not a wizard after all. Even with the wisdom of a wizard, it is still confined to the body of the basilisk.

Poisonous fog, fangs, the stare of death, the evil halo, the impact of an impenetrable body, the speed that comes and go freely on the ground, and the all-pervasive attack, these are all the methods of the basilisk. Basilisk cannot escape these frames by any means.

George's great ape form is more than just this. Just an upright body and free hands have an advantage that no other beast can match.

The gigantic cudgel gave the giant ape terrible destructive power. Even without the venom and fangs, it was enough to give the weak spirit of all things in front of him the ability to deal with any changes.

The current situation is still the same. Even in the face of the unprecedented demon basilisk that Voldemort has transformed, George still holds the upper hand firmly. But there was no lightness on his face, and the battle was extremely difficult.

The invulnerable basilisk is difficult to deal with, and the basilisk with the wisdom of the wizard has become a real monster. The abundance of magic power and the terrifying vitality make the demon basilisk seem to be an unreasonable undead life.

In the second grade, he could easily deal with the basilisk in the secret room. In the end, it is the wizard's crush on the wisdom of the beasts.

In the face of a beast without wisdom, he is a heavily armed hunter, a foresighted wizard. Just a quagmire spell, a gravity spell, a weakness spell, a few ice spells.

In just one minute, the basilisk became wealth in his pocket.

The current battle is completely different from the previous hunting, and the prey has become the same experienced hunter and experienced wizard.

Voldemort's transformed demon basilisk enters into the earth like the darling of the earth. He walks through the earth as if he is in his own mud pool. The methods used to deal with the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets have no meaning for the demon basilisk incarnation of Voldemort.

The abundant magic power of the basilisk, under the control of the wizard's wisdom, becomes the terrible adaptability that can cope with any situation.

The giant club swinging with all its strength is like a bombardment, enough to break the rocks.

If it was the Hungarian tree peak in the Triwizard Tournament, just a few sticks from George would be required to make sure that the most powerful wild dragon was also covered in flesh and **** internal organs. After a few sticks, he can easily carry the stick and prepare the firewood for the wild dragon.

But now, he no longer knew that he had swung hundreds of sticks, each of which was comparable to a powerful spell. This bombardment was like bombs, against the undead demon basilisk, but it was like hitting the layers of cowhide, like hitting the vast expanse of land.

The demon basilisk will still be injured and will still bleed. This heavy giant stick can't be easily blocked by any creature. Every stick of George made the demon basilisk, the scales of the snake fall off, and the flesh and blood splashed.

But the demon basilisk seemed to have become an undead creature, and its injuries quickly healed under its abundant magic power. When the heavy bombardment hits the body of the demon basilisk, the cohesive strength is dispersed by the abundant magic power and transmitted to its muscles like flowing water.

George is like hitting a baseball that will never be damaged, and the entire maze is constantly collapsing and shattering during their collision.

Rumble, roar, explode, explode.

The battle became a complete war of attrition, as if it would not stop.

Even George doesn't know how long this battle will continue. Whether he can't support his exhaustion of magic power, or the magic of the demon basilisk, exhausted in his attack, everything is unknown.

He couldn't help expecting, "I don't know if Harry and the others have noticed Voldemort's flaw. If they can find the flaw, this battle can be won."

The teachers and students in the stands were in endless panic. The fighting had been going on for a long time. They couldn't see anything or touch anything. I only saw the walls of the labyrinth continue to shatter and collapse.

Smoke and dust billowed, covering the entire maze.

The huge maze and the hedge of more than twenty feet are like a battlefield filled with artillery fire. Only the constant roaring sound reminded them that the battle was still going on.

Most of the maze has collapsed, and from a long distance away, they can even see the vague figure in the smoke and dust, like a monster, looming like a monster.

Every impact hit their hearts, and every impact echoed in their minds.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The battle continuesEveryone is looking forward to it, and George has not lost yet.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The battle continued, everyone was panicked, and George hadn't won.

The explosions and roars will never stop, like a clock, hitting everyone's hearts.

They don't know whether to pray for the fighting to continue or for the fighting to end soon. Everyone knows that once the explosion and roar stop, everything will be revealed.

The mystery and answer will be revealed without reservation and without choice. The winner will be George or Voldemort. Is it the hero who defeats the devil and saves the world, or the devil wins and the devil land comes to the world.

Is everything going to be as peaceful as before, or the world is completely changed, and even good and evil are defined by Voldemort.

"Oh, uh, uh,"

An unexpected croak suddenly appeared in everyone's ears.

The crow of a rooster resounded like a shooting star breaking through the night sky. The sound of crowing one after another came from the maze, along the maze, and spread to the whole world.

A red glow rose on the eastern horizon, which dyed the lake water, bringing a touch of warmth to the whole world.

The rooster's loud crow followed the sun's call, enveloped the entire world, and covered the roar of the maze.

"Yes, that's it, go on, go on." Hermione clapped her hands, pointed at Harry, and said cheerfully, "Let it continue to scream, don't stop."

Five majestic and mighty roosters were being chased by Harry, being forced to croak one after another.

"The explosion seems to be a bit smaller." Harry murmured as he chased the big roosters. He opened his ears vigorously, trying to distinguish the sound of fighting in the distance from the sound of the roosters crowing.

"Don't stop, don't give Voldemort any chance."

(To be continued.)