MTL - A Magical Hogwarts-v7 Chapter 68 Death of the Grim Reaper
The **** of death burst into laughter, and a string of sarcastic laughter suddenly resounded through the world.
He did not restrain his smile, and the dilapidated undead around him began to flutter and slammed against the stones.
Stonehenge finally loosened, and Death walked forward. Wherever the figure passed, no footprints were seen, but a huge gully was torn out.
William jumped up abruptly.
The two slammed into each other, purely using magic against magic, without any fancy moves.
The ground with a radius of 1,000 meters was hit by the powerful magic, and a huge circular pit was sunk in an instant.
As if a meteorite fell!
After a collision, the **** of death paused and shifted slightly, while William took two steps back.
The power of death was originally far above William's.
But his power is too scattered, whether it is the blood of the descendants, or the elder tree...all have his power.
When these were destroyed, his strength dropped a lot.
Especially when the elderberry is cut off, he is more like water without a source, which may be turbulent for a while, and will soon become a trickle.
William is different. The power he controls at the moment is his own.
Although it is much weaker than the power that Merlin gave before, the victory is endless.
The **** of death was also extremely surprised: "Does Merlin still have power that I don't know about?"
He stared at William with empty eye sockets, and suddenly realized.
"A trace of time, while I was imprisoned at Stonehenge, were you time looping?
How many years have you cycled? ! "
William's tone was full of vicissitudes, and he laughed and said, "Guess what."
"It's a mystery!" Death's voice was cold: "No matter how long you stay, you are not my opponent!"
"I will kill you first, and then kill the people related to you, imprison your souls at the bottom of the Styx River, and suffer forever from being swallowed up by the undead!"
He swept forward again, and every time he stepped on, the ground was muffled.
William raised his wand.
After blasting Baidao magic, layers of air and cloud ripples visible to the naked eye appeared behind him.
William's right hand suddenly pushed the wand forward, releasing the prehistoric mystery.
This magic is the time-space magic that he developed during the time cycle.
Ravenclaw destroyed the crown, directly letting the crown withstand thousands of years, and finally rusted;
Merlin's Stonehenge trapped the wizard somewhere and couldn't leave.
Based on two magics, William is able to banish wizards in the turbulence of time with no escape.
In the end, it was completely destroyed by the power of time.
The **** of death was unavoidable, and was instantly enveloped by an invisible force.
The stones floating beside him slowed down little by little, and there was a weathering of time similar to "the vicissitudes of life".
William took the wand and made a tiny wiggle.
The **** of death disappeared in place, as if swallowed by time.
William didn't relax, this magic still couldn't kill the **** of death, it just accelerated the loss of the opponent's power.
William raised his wand and shouted, "Fly the axe!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light descended from the sky, and the earth shook.
The **** of death tore apart the turbulent flow of time, as if the gods descended to earth and came back to the world!
He didn't change much, only the black robe he was wearing was almost weathered.
"Tips for eagles!" The God of Death stretched out his hand and held a sickle from the void.
The skeleton man with severely damaged robes on his shoulders asked indifferently:
"That's all there is to it?"
The huge sickle swung, and William stepped back, raising his trident at the same time.
The trident snapped and he had to Apparate and appear in the distance.
William's arm that blocked the scythe drooped down and was dripping blood. He didn't care, but looked back.
Under that wave, a terrifying crack appeared on the ground, the depth was unknown, but it stretched back and forth for hundreds of miles.
Reaper raised his scythe again, this time slicing out.
Dozens of kilometers away, a large mountain appeared to be flattened across the board, and it was directly cut off in the middle.
And that attack split into several rays of light, which continued to extend downward.
The huge mountain is actually like a chopping block of tofu, which is easily cut across by someone with a knife, and the more it is cut, the thinner it is.
In the blink of an eye, the light compressed towards William.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that there is only one line left, and this line is the sickle harvested by the **** of death!
William's face was solemn, and he released countless protective magic around him.
But the attack could not be stopped, and his skin began to blur as if he had been slashed by a thousand knives.
He suddenly swept out with an axe in his hand.
It was Grindelwald who chopped off the elder.
At William's call, he finally flew here from the underworld.
His body, already torn apart, raised his axe to block the scythe's attack.
William rushed to the **** of death in an instant, and the axe fell on the head.
The **** of death raised his hand and held William's right hand tightly, his flesh exploded, revealing his bones.
William let go of the axe with his right hand, caught it instantly with his left hand, pulled it horizontally, and chopped it towards Death's head.
The axe hit the skull, but only a slight scratch was made.
"God's bone, you can cut it off?!" Death laughed.
William raised the axe again, and the **** of death also retracted his hands and raised his scythe, in order to kill him with one blow.
Death is faster, and if this goes on, William must die first.
Suddenly he exclaimed:
"Melinto let me tell you one thing... the elder has been chopped off by Grindelwald, and Morgan.
She was also killed, you are no longer immortal! "
Death was in a trance for a moment, but William's speed did not decrease, and he dropped the axe faster.
But this blow, not towards the skull of Death God, but the right finger bone!
Back then, the **** of death used his phalanx to make a time ring, which was the bronze ring in William's hands.
This is the only wound of the **** of death, the only... weakness in the whole body!
Seemingly insignificant parts, but under the axe of the **** of death, it is particularly vulnerable.
One arm, flying into the sky.
The power of Death was collapsing sharply, and he stepped back, with William following him.
Next is the left hand,
right leg...
He finally raised the axe high and passed it through the head of the **** of death.
William used so much force that he pulled the axe several times, but it didn't come out of the skull.
The God of Death, whose head was pierced through, did not die immediately. He stood on one leg and looked at William, a little flustered.
After the elder died, there was Morgan, the blood Horcrux, to save his life.
If even she died, he would no longer be immortal!
The **** who can be killed, or the **** of death?
Just mortals!
Haierbo was speechless, watching William pull out his axe, he suddenly raised his head, and sat struggling for the last time:
"If I die, all life on this planet will die!
The River Styx will flood down here, and the undead will come!
Stark, with your current power, you can't stop it at all! "
"You're threatening me?" William held up his rusted axe.
"I didn't threaten you, I just told you a fact!" Haierbo laughed madly:
"I became a **** of death, trapped in the underworld for five hundred years, and trapped in a small island by Merlin for fifteen hundred years!
I've suffered so much that if I die, I'd rather take it all and be buried with it!
Stark,
Do you dare to kill me?
kill me,
All have to be buried.
You dare? ! "
William stared blankly at the sky and then at Haierbo, who was going mad. He knew that what the other party said was true.
He slowly put down the axe~www.novelbuddy.com~ Death breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he doesn't die, with his ability, he recovers, and there is still a chance to make a comeback.
but……
Suddenly the world is spinning!
It turned out that William raised the axe and cut off the skull of the **** of death without hesitation.
Death cut off his head,
Die without falling!
But in the end,
died!
...
...
(Ah, I still haven’t finished writing it today. Let’s brew my emotions, and there are still a lot of things to explain in the end.
It really ends tomorrow. )
