Chapter 679 Three Disasters

"boom!!!"

The moment Haierbo stared at Kent Tanka with wide eyes, the giant's iron fist came crashing down.

With the help of the newly built hub, its figure appeared directly above Haierbo, with its arms raised high, the fists that could crush everything were coupled with each other by deformed parts at the moment of clenching, and the molten metal condensed into A solid whole, the runes engraved on the bones shone brightly amidst the chanting of the wizards, and the power of an era was gathered on those fists like meteors.

Its sliding trajectory ignited the air and tore the sky, no longer a spectacle of magic, but an achievement of sheer power, and every spell that its builders could remember was attached to the pair. Under the glaring light, on the iron fist carrying their hope of regaining their homeland, the structure of the rune gradually became simpler. The magic heard the call of the users, and was not stingy with its own gifts.

The giant's huge body did not appear to be slow or clumsy at all, and its fall was even faster than the apparition that sent it into the air. For a moment, the people watching this scene only saw a series of giant figures appearing in the air, as if The movie film placed on the table appeared on the ground with a shaking force, knees bent, and the molten iron fist splashed sparks like stars and seas.

The dust flew, the earth screamed, the towns collapsed, and everything was silent.

Amidst the huge roar, people's eardrums stopped working under the shock, and the only thing lingering in their ears was the buzzing sound. The next second, the ground under their feet crashed down, and the entire port was under this huge roar. It was knocked down a few meters immediately, and the fragile crust at the junction of sea and land was torn open a neat scar, falling and moving towards the ocean, and the seawater poured back, but was squeezed out by the movement of the mantle. The location forms a high wall connecting the sea and the sky, isolating the shocking scene that happened during this unprepared world.

Nelson leapt from the giant's head, and rescued Tom and Kent Tanka from the center of the tremor just as a splash of sparks was about to engulf them.

"He won't just let you kill him, he has more than one Horcrux," Tom whispered in Nelson's ear, and then fell into a coma, "He won't die, you have to force him... Choose between power and strength, his weakness will definitely make him choose life, and we can...defeat him after two thousand years."

Just when the figures of the three appeared on the beach and Pythia was about to step forward to check, the belated shock wave came with majestic wind pressure. Throwing into the ocean, Nelson, who was the farthest from the coast, was not spared. The high-intensity exercise brought him a huge load. Although he likes to exercise, he is still a wizard's body, not a space warrior who transforms people. He hastily inserted his wand into the body On the ground, the soft and loose gravel was built into a bunker for the two of them. Then, the wind pressure that swept everything hit his lower back. Nelson's face turned red immediately, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. In the next second, he lost control. The body whirled and was thrown into the sea by the wind.

"Protect the hub!"

Nelson just got up from the sea, endured the severe pain in his waist and abdomen, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and roared loudly. Under his warning, the wizards who were close to the rear and were not completely affected quickly woke up from the shock Come here and do your best to let this tidal flat escape the cleansing of this typhoon.

"How are you?"

Pythia, who also just got up from the sea, rushed to Nelson and asked while supporting him, regardless of his injuries.

"I can still hold on."

Before Nelson finished his sentence, there was a burst of severe pain in his chest. He felt that every rib in his body was broken, and his internal organs were rotten into a ball and mixed together. He tore open his chest, and his bones were still intact. Under the foggy sky, streaks of gold appeared, and Nelson quickly realized the source of the pain, but before he could block the connection, the belated pain broke out in his limbs and bones.

This kind of pain has exceeded the limit that the human body can endure, and it can almost kill people directly. For this reason, the nerves even activated the self-protection mechanism. His eyes went dark and he almost fell down. Only by grabbing Pythia's shoulder did he not really fall into a coma.

"It's all like this!" Pythia glared at Nelson, who straightened up, and pointed to his chest. The cloth there was already stained red by the spit out blood, and it was smudged by the sea water into a bright red cloak, " You still said you're fine, and then—"

"I'm really fine," Nelson waved his hand, and pressed the right eye of the parasitic ouroboros vigorously with the heel of his palm. He shook his head, feeling a dizzy feeling that his brain and head were separated, and said with a heavy breath, "I Never lie... The pain comes from the connection between me and Hai Erbo, he must not be... not very happy now, come on, Pythia, give me a hand."

Pythia obediently passed her hand to Nelson. Nelson held her finger. The cold touch made him wake up a little bit. He clenched his teeth, took off his right hand covering his eyes, and bit on his little finger. The rust in his mouth The smell inspired more details of the pain. Nelson's left hand clenched subconsciously, almost crushing Pythia's slender palm. Her feet were weak, but she still didn't say a word.

At the wound bitten by Nelson, the little green snake reappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief. The situation was urgent. Apart from thinking that he could use the Cruciatus Curse to attack remotely by using his connection with Haierbo, he actually forgot Haierbo's pain. It can also be conveyed to him by contact.

"Feel sorry."

Nelson let go of Pythia's hand, his chest was still heaving violently, the pain just now made him seem to see a semi-trailer that was speeding towards him.

He patted his shoulder, and the broken windbreaker instantly returned to its original state. Pythia was staring at his back, seeing the bloody wound covered by the coat, and didn't say much.

"Cough, this is just an appetizer," Nelson said in a deep voice. "These irrelevant matters will be dealt with after the end. I can feel that Hai Erbo has been knocked unconscious by that punch. Not done, but whatever, that uncontrollable magic is about to explode."

He raised his head suddenly, and looked at the position where the giant's fist fell like many wizards who had sensed it. It still maintained that posture, and various spells poured out from the vent hole of the fist to vent its anger. Like whipping Hai Erbo's remnant body.

"Is he... dead?"

Pythia asked in a low voice, not daring to let the curious wizards around hear their conversation. The ground under their feet was still sliding down along the cracks. People gathered beside the hub. Alexander, who had been cleaned up, had only the last enemy left. .

The strong wind brought by this punch was only slid away by the cover that people set up on the top of the hub, and it was not eliminated at all. Its aftermath still spread in all directions after passing through the crowd, and the ring-shaped impact was still spreading, venting it. The power of nowhere.

"I'm afraid not," Nelson said, shaking his head. "He has a Horcrux, and I can feel his pain, so he should still be alive. It's disgusting."

Pythia pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

"Hold the rear and set up my hub," Nelson appeared next to the newly transformed bunker, pulled out the wand stuck in the ground, and left his own instructions, "I'll finish him off."

After all, his figure disappeared completely, and entered the fishing port town shrouded in gunpowder smoke and white mist.

Where the giant's fist fell, a hot lava lake filled with molten iron had already formed. The moment the fist fell, a metal grid had formed under Haierbo's feet, so as not to smash the ground and give him a chance to escape. At this moment, the soil had already It was completely destroyed, and all that was left there was a pool of molten iron and gem-like crystals condensed under heavy pressure. Nelson stopped the giant from venting his anger. For a soul that can only survive on Horcruxes, this ordinary curse Already useless.

He waved his hand, and the molten iron condensed into a covered bridge leading to the center. The giant's fist was lifted up, serving as a dome for the formal meeting between the two. Slowly rising, he was almost invisible in human form, extremely weak, his ritual ended and his body destroyed, he was worse than the humblest wandering spirit, but as everyone who made a Horcrux and survived it said.

He is still alive.

Even Nelson couldn't see any signs of life from this scorched and carbonized tissue. Normal people should have melted under such high temperatures, but the remaining body showed the survival of this despicable life.

"Life is your dignity, and the living have infinite dignity to the dead."

Nelson lowered his head, looked down at Haierbo, and raised his wand, "But now you are worse than those who died because of you."

"Googling..."

Bubbles turned up in the molten iron, as if it was Haierbo's response.

"Let this all end, your strength, your power, your ambition, stop here." Nelson shook his head, "Be a normal person in your next life, what you pursue is just a flash in the pan, a dream bubble, You seek eternal life, but will you ever be truly alive even one day?"

"I don't……"

The crumbling bones let out a bang, congealing into bloody syllables.

"Die."

Nelson waved his wand, and the lost fog in the sky condensed into a cyclone enveloping the giant with the wand as the center, and the blue thunder condensed into roaring dragons in the clouds, which complemented the high walls in the ocean. Waving the wand, the majestic lightning instantly engulfed Haierbo's wreckage, and the thunder flowed in the molten iron, reflecting this place into another ocean.

The molten iron quickly condensed in the roar of thunder, and he was buried with the largest and strongest iron block in the world, which was also worthy of the identity of the ancestor of black magic.

Nelson's feet used to be a street that was neither prosperous nor deserted, but now, there is only a sea of ​​thunder and steel left. Locked in this tomb, in the end, Haierbo's last finger bone was swallowed, revealing only an almost imperceptible fingertip.

Nelson waited patiently. He knew that a character like Hai Erbo would not accept his defeat so easily, not to mention that he had witnessed Hai Erbo sacrifice the lives of countless servants and turn the dark clouds over the peninsula into Horcruxes. He was just a little curious about how Haierbo would get out of such a dead place.

"Will you give up your magical body in order to survive? Which is more important to you, strength or life?"

Nelson expects Haierbo to give up his current body. As a wizard who has spent time studying Horcruxes, Nelson has discovered a common feature among Horcrux holders from ancient times to the present—the purpose of their creation of Horcruxes is to In order to keep the main body alive, no one would choose to use the soul in the horcrux to revive after the main body died. No matter how many pieces their souls were torn into, the biggest and strongest piece would be themselves. The soul is tantamount to giving up one's own strength, letting a fragment that cannot be recovered and grown become one's own self, lingering on in a weak posture.

"It's time to make a decision, Haierbo."

Finally, the moment his little fingertips were covered with molten iron, Haierbo's remnant body collapsed. In the high temperature inside the iron wall, he put down his last defense, allowing himself to be burned into coke and gasified and disappeared.

The lost mist frantically poured into this gap, devouring Haierbo's soul.

In the next second, Nelson raised his head without hesitation. Between the clouds and mist, the remaining dark clouds condensed into shape and spread out in all directions by the wind. Even if it was just a cloud, Nelson could see its determination to run for its life.

He put his hand on the giant's fingertips, and through it gave orders to the mayflies coming from the well-protected hub.

"Strangle Hai Erbo, don't let any dark clouds go."

At the moment when Haierbo's body dissipated, the power condensed by the ceremony also spread its coercion under the collapsed order. Nelson was ready to block it, and the array of mayflies filled the sky almost instantly, densely packed The large airtight net covers the former street.

It is said that the world will be destroyed by three kinds of disasters, wind disaster, fire disaster, thunder disaster, and the dying struggle of the source of disaster will naturally not be inferior to the scene.

The lost mist gathered around Nelson, condensing into an impenetrable iron wall, and then, thick black burst out from under his feet.

"The question Tom asked you, do you... have the answer yourself?"

He was fully prepared, his muscles tensed, and the black burst out extremely fast, but his reaction was even faster. The moment black appeared in his eyes, the wings of the patron saint spread behind him, flapping forward, stirring up a hurricane, But Nelson's calm expression quickly froze on his face.

Black passed through the body, through the patron saint, through the lost fog, as if it didn't exist at all.

But this is impossible. The "hail" dropped by the black mayflies is the best example. Nelson's connection with the Misty Illusion is his most reliable capital, but he doesn't know what the Illusion looked like two thousand years ago.

Black and white are forces that depend on each other.

Before Nelson could react, two figures appeared behind him.