Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

On the other side of the arena, a young boy was motionless. Although the opponent looked similar to Hoffa, he didn't have much look in his eyes, he just stood there blankly. It's like the robot in the Terminator movie, but this robot is made of flesh and blood.

But even so, the picture is disturbing enough.

Hoffa waved to him, but he didn't respond.

Little Batty was relieved. He didn't recognize what Hoffa looked like when he was eleven. He just asked in disbelief, "That kid...that kid is your opponent?"

Hoffa turned his head, his expression solemn: "What kind of magic can you do?"

"A little bit of black magic, unforgivable spells, etc." Little Batty said embarrassingly: "But I don't have a magic wand, and I can't release the magic that I know."

"Damn it," Hoffa said angrily, "then you should hide from a distance."

"That kid is hard to mess with?"

"It's fine."

Hoffa said anxiously that he was not afraid of the self he came out now. It looked like the self he was five years ago. His eyes have not changed color and should not be much stronger, but he is afraid of the guy who might appear behind him.

A long time ago, he had seen the imitation monster turned into a bug in the underworld. The last time he killed another himself with a septic potion, and now he has nothing on him, he must try to increase the means to be able to get from death. Survive in the game.

"Go underground, find the silver-haired guy, and ask her if she has any septic medicine."

"Can you do it alone?"

"Don't say much, listen to me."

Hoffa hurriedly instructed Little Batty: "Go and come back quickly."

While talking, the opposite boy slowly pulled out a magic wand from his waist. The wand was deformed and elongated in his hand, gradually turning into a silver glove, wrapping his arm.

Seeing that scene, Hoffa felt like a world away. He still remembered that the last time he came to Helheim, he was like that boy, using his wand deforming to defeat all kinds of enemies.

Little Batty drifted back slowly.

His action was like a gazelle awakening a cheetah. The boy standing on the other side of the sand stepped on the ground, raised his gloves, and slammed into Batty.

"Don't think about it!"

Hoffa grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, turned it into a blood-red long knife, and clashed the young version's own attack.

The boy didn't react much after being blocked. He backed away two steps expressionlessly, and then flicked the glove sideways. In the blink of an eye, the glove turned into a big sword like a door, slashing towards Hoffa horizontally.

Boom!

The sand blade in Hoffa's hand turned into a red buckler.

The huge sword in the boy's hand smashed into the shield, and a spark was thrown. Hoffa was a little shorter. I don't know if it was his illusion. He felt that when he was in the first grade, his pressure root was not that big.

Floating on a balloon in the air, Avada said excitedly: "Appeared, the most basic wand deformation, although it is only a basic skill, but also shows incomparable talent. However, is the opponent sent by the **** of death only to this degree?"

While Avada was talking, the broadsword cut on Hoffa’s shield grew countless sawtooths. The sawtooths turned, making a buzzing and harsh sound. The broadsword turned into a chainsaw more than one meter long. .

Buzzing!

The flames are everywhere!

The shield was sawed in half in the blink of an eye.

This wasn't over yet, the chainsaw slid across Hoffa's chest, bringing out a bouquet of blood, leaving a bone-bearing wound in an instant.

"Shit!"

Hoffa stepped back, touched his chest, and cursed.

He put away the last trace of contempt. Although the boy in front of him is a reproduction of his own youth, he is much stronger than when he was young. At least when he was young, he couldn't turn his wand into a chainsaw. He didn't at all. Understand the structure of a chainsaw.

With a successful blow, the boy kept walking. He carried the elevator and rushed to Hoffa quickly, with a shocking momentum.

Hoffa could only keep backing away from him, and as he backed away, the sand beside the boy rolled and turned into obstacles, trying to trap the boy. He dashed from left to right, the chainsaw in his hand was flying, constantly cutting down obstacles, but in the end he was trapped on the ground by the power of the broken grip.

Before Hoffa could breathe a sigh of relief, the chainsaw in the hands of the fallen boy turned into a bazooka, and his painting style changed suddenly. He pulled the rocket launcher and ejected a cannonball.

"what?"

Hoffa was stunned. He had lived for so many years without knowing that Transfiguration could still play this way.

The cannonball flew in front of him in a second. He immediately raised his hand and pointed. The cannonball in flight turned into a water-filled balloon. The balloon exploded in the air with a bang, splashing Hoffa all over. .

In the misty water, he saw the boy who fell on the ground free up a hand and pointed his magic wand.

Suddenly, a violent burning sensation came from Hoffa's skin, and the water that fell on his skin turned into a substance such as concentrated sulfuric acid. His body burned with smoke.

The body given by the **** of death didn't feel much pain, but Hoffa knew that if this body was destroyed, he would not be far from failure. He immediately fell to the ground, trying to use sand to grind away the strong acid on the body's surface.

But as soon as he fell to the ground, the sand on the ground turned into countless sharp iron thorns. As long as he fell, he would be instantly pierced into a sieve. The distance was less than half a meter and the time was less than half a second.

Hoffa quickly pointed his hand to the ground, and the broken sand that had been turned into iron thorns was deformed and turned into a pile of loose white foam. He fell into the foam lightly and rolled up a pile of white spots.

"Look, perfect transfiguration performance!" Arvada sitting on the balloon exclaimed excitedly: "Where else can you see such a battle except in the mysterious state of death?"

As soon as the words fell, the white foam where Hoffa was located suddenly turned into a deep pool, and the little boy who was trapped in the sand in the distance drew down his wand expressionlessly, and the water surface of the deep pool turned into tempered glass.

Damn it, I'm not so strong in first grade!

Hoffa cursed in his heart, trapped in the deep pool, and closed his eyes.

With his hands folded, all his mental power rolled up the boy who was bound on the ground. The gravel was controlled by him and grew into a towering tree. The crown of the tree opened and turned into a pair of sharp hands.

Card wipe

The huge gravel hand stirred in the opposite direction like a rag.

The boy in it was instantly ground into meat sauce, and intestines and blood burst out of his fingers.

The **** picture made the ghosts in the stands cheer with satisfaction.

"One to zero!" Arvada sitting on the balloon raised his arms excitedly: "Khofbach used his strength to teach his past self a lesson. Sure enough, eating more bread for a few years is very useful!!"

The deep pool on the ground disappeared, exposing Hoffa, who was lying on the sand and coughing violently. At this moment, his body was full of pitted holes corroded by acid.

Patter.

A squeezed head fell from the sky and landed at Hoffa's feet.

Looking at the young version of his face at his feet, Hoffa's body trembled slightly.

Is this the first opponent sent by the Reaper? It looks like he is the first-year self. Although he will not transform into a Thunderbird yet, he can play the basic polymorph art superbly.

However, after less than ten rounds of fighting, his body has been irreparably damaged by the acid, which made him secretly unwilling, and the other party’s magic was useless, and the pure transfiguration made him suffer. , To say that he can also have this ability, but his thoughts are always limited to the magical world, and he has never thought of turning the wand into a Muggle weapon.

An opponent is already like this, if this is the next opponent...

Sure enough, Arvada on the balloon spoke again, "In the Eternal Arena, there are many who can win the first game, but 90% of the people died in the second challenge. I don’t know this. Can a young legend be able to withstand the pressure from himself? So, now please, from the current Hoffabach, the son of the night god!"

Accompanied by the enthusiastic voice of Arvada, the door on the other side of the duel field rumblingly opened, and a blood-red three-ring pattern appeared in the darkness of the corridor.

After Avada shouted, she even turned her head quietly: "Oh yes, by the way, in fact, Helheim also has nights, if the **** of death wants it, hahaha~"

Outside the passing bridge, in the endless void and cold wind, a huge giant tens of thousands of meters high, the corpse devourer—Hraswalgel slowly closed one eye.

The light of the entire dead mysterious realm dimmed instantly, including of course the eternal arena in his body. After the sky dimmed, the sand of the arena glowed with red light like blood. The ghosts in the stands didn't know where to take out the light sticks, and whistled while waving, as if a big star came to a concert in the mysterious realm of death.

Rustle...

The footsteps stopped.

A guy of the same age as Hoffa appeared on the other side of the duel. He had gray hair, golden eyes, his upper body, and his chest had shiny and hideous blood-red three rings.

"blood..."

His face had a little more expression than the boy just now. It was bloodthirsty fanaticism. He kept licking his lips, repeating the word blood in his mouth.

The moment he saw the gray-haired and golden-eyed boy, Hoffa lost the blood on his face. Sure enough, he was right. Death gave his three opponents. They are their own past, present, and future editions.

If the past was only proficient in transfiguration, you can also win by fighting mental power. Then the current self can be said that on the basis of this, plus a strong body, and he has no physical body, then failure is almost a certainty.

"One has the body of Hoffabach and the other has his soul, then which one is the real Hoffabach? Or is it actually both, or not at all!"

Arvada stood on the balloon and covered his head in pain, his waist turned back ninety degrees, and he raised the microphone to the sky and laughed wildly: "This kind of problem is really annoying and disturbing!!!"

In the frantic voice of Avada.

Hoffa glanced back, but Barty Jr. hadn't come back yet.

boom! !

The gray-haired and golden-eyed boy who was exactly like him shot, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Accompanied by the shake of the ground. Hoffa had only time to lower his head, and the wall behind him was shattered by a palm knock, his aura was astonishing.

As the rubble flew across, he saw that the golden-eyed boy who was exactly like him had empty eyes and no emotion, just like the most standard killing beast.

"blood."

He said.

"Miller!!"

Hoffa backed away with all his strength. He pressed his head and started yelling Miller's name. He knew that the guy in front of him was in the night state and he was definitely not able to defeat him. He had to get Miller's help.

"Miller, did you hear that!?"