Under the huge blood-colored full moon, in the meeting place like the ancient Colosseum, the crowd fell one after another, like collapsed dominoes.

Red Kleist's face changed and changed, and he looked at the bright red wine glass in front of him, extremely ominous but premonition. Without hesitation, he drew his wand and pointed it at Müller Mance, who was sitting across from him.

"You!!"

Mance looked at him calmly and smiled slowly, "The reaction is quite fast." ”

"You..... You...."

The dizziness was like a tsunami, wave after wave washed over the red-robed Kleist's reason, he wanted to curse the smiling man to death, but he didn't pronounce a spell, blood gushed out of his facial features, he stared at Mance deadly, and roared hoarsely: "You...... What did you ......?"

"Hmph. “

Mance smiled with a sneer. Discarding the cup in his hand, "Actually, I've always been curious about whether wizards are still mortal after they have magical powers, but now it seems that although you are powerful, you are still not beyond the scope of living things. ”

With his words, the people present were no longer able to stand, they fell to the ground with a plop, some rolled, some vomited, some trembled, etc., and the skin of their whole bodies showed a strange bright red.

The wails and screams were endless.

Hofa, who was peeking from afar, was frightened by the sudden shock, and he had no idea what was happening. Just now, these people were raising their glasses in a majestic manner, and why did they all roll on the ground in the blink of an eye, what is this? Some kind of strange sacrificial ritual?

Kleist swept away all the utensils on the table with one arm, and stumbled to Mance with his wand in hand.

"Arvada... Arvada..."

He roared hard, but Mance grabbed the bottle and smashed it down, knocking the spell to the ground before it could be spoken.

"Requisition Spell? ”

Mance threw away the fragments in his hand, looked at Kleist, who was rolling his eyes, constantly twitching, and his face was blue, and sighed, "The efficiency is too low, I kill people in concentration camps, they are all killed in batches, and only one hundred grams of potassium chloride are needed, which is safe and trouble-free." ”

Kleist forced himself to get up from the ground, his expression distorted like a ghost: "How dare you do this... How dare you... Aren't you afraid of death...?"

"I'm afraid, it's because I'm afraid of death that I have to let you die, by the way, I didn't plan to save your stupid son at all, let alone go to a devil like Grindelwald for such a trivial matter. ”

"You!ahem..... You're done...... You're done, do you think you can escape by doing this kind of thing...... Kleist said hoarsely, "You can't escape...... The people of the association will hunt you down to the ends of the earth......"

"Wizards' Guild!?"

Mance looked up and laughed as if he had heard some great joke, "You are nothing but a joke in my eyes, against the whole world in the land of projectiles, and all that awaits you is the collapse of the edifice, and you have not yet proclaimed yourself king without knowing whether to live or die, and your vision is too narrow." ”

Kleist was powerless to refute, the poison accompanied the blood rushing through his body, and he could only barely lean on the table to avoid falling to the ground.

Mance continued: "When you are dead, I will take your corpses, and my dear Miss Lemay, to England. Presumably, the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot will be happy that I have hit the Wizarding Guild so hard and then accept me, and maybe give me a Merlin Knight's Medal, reward me with a house by the sea, or directly let me be the director of the Ministry of Magic or something, think about it, I am a little excited, as a Muggle as a boss, it must be the first one. ”

Kleist was already so poisoned that he couldn't speak, but when he heard him speak so highly, he vomited blood and screamed: "Dog thief, do you think those inferior races can win? You do this kind of thing...... You...... You're going to be sent to a dead end by the wizard!?"

His incoherent curse and curse were accompanied by a frantic convulsion of his body, and his whole body fell apart directly under the effect of poison, and every pore oozed red and blue poisonous blood.

Mance took a step back and looked at the bloody man in front of him regretfully: "I have a fart relationship with you." ”

After saying it lightly, Mance stomped on Kleist's face hard, directly bending his neck, and the blood spread on the ground.

The big trouble in his heart was gone, and Mance didn't stop.

The men who had once kept him in their eyes finally felt the horror of being dominated by death, and they wailed, prostrate, and hugged Mance's thighs, hoping that he would stop.

But he was unmoved, and even if someone hugged him too tightly, he would just kick them away and leave them to fend for themselves.

Eventually, he came to the edge of the pool of blood.

Here, Lu Sifan is not dead yet, probably with a special physique, he leaned against the stone pillar, gasped like a bellows and said, "Don't kill me... Other... Don't kill me... Mance... You know, I've never thought about you... Not good for you... We... Can be very good friends. He climbed to Mance's feet, tugged at his trouser legs, and prayed in the most humble of ways, "I still have value... Very valuable..."

Mance shook his head, "No. ”

"Then you... What are the conditions for you?"

He swallowed the blood with difficulty, his nails scratching the ground.

"How about calling me Daddy? I don't want to be charged with killing my father. He said with a smile.

The expression disappeared, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Heh......"

Rusfan looked up at the sky, his face turned from humble to hard, and he bounced himself off the ground with all his strength with one hand. Open your mouth and take it straight to Mance's throat.

"Damn it! despicable Muggles!!"

Click, he bit into a piece of hard metal.

Mance held a detonator horizontally and held it around his neck. He thrust the detonator forward and plunged it deep into Rusfan's throat. Then he pulled the tab and kicked Rusfan in the chest.

Kick him down on a Roman pillar at the edge of the pool of blood.

In the midst of violent convulsions, he looked at Mance with difficulty, hatred and fierce light, every cell of his was infiltrated by the poison, which was used to poison Jews in concentration camps, and as long as a piece of fingernail was the size of a fingernail, it could poison tens of thousands of adults.

"Goodbye. ”

Mance threw away the tab in his hand.

Rumble!!

Accompanied by a series of earth-shaking explosions.

The upper body of the vampire wizard was blown to powder, viscous blood rained down, and the Roman column behind him broke into several pieces in a tremble, and fell with a thud, crushing the remaining half-body underneath.

Blood was still boiling in pools of blood, the bleak moonlight filtered through the cracks in the walls, and the splendid wall hangings and paintings were still intact, and the finely carved cutlery with ivory and gold inlays was undamaged except for some undulations.

However, in the dust, the ground was littered with corpses, men, women, wizards, vampires.

The walls and floors were covered with scratches, the faces of those corpses were blistered by the corrosive effects of unknown poisonous substances, and the faces of the once handsome and beautiful people were now covered with large black spots, like abandoned rotten metal under the erosion of the arrow of time. It can be seen how much torture they endured before they died.

On the high wall, Hoffa was completely stunned.

He could never have imagined that things would develop to such an extent, and he felt that his brain was a little insufficient. Before he could do anything, he didn't start doing anything, and all the enemies that seemed to be possible were all gone.

There are no splendid and bloody battles, no soldiers charging against each other. There was only one unsightly Muggle officer who poisoned all the creatures at the banquet with poison, not even his own subordinates.

Poisoned so many people, is his guts beaten with iron, has he figured out how to end it!?

Müller Mance wandered the halls, his balance deftly balanced, stepping over the corpse of a vampire, the hem of his pale gray robe dragging in a pool of blood.

Eventually, he came to the table, surrounded by colorful fruits, sat a woman in a golden mask, and Mance stood in front of her, smiling and uncovering the golden mask from her face.

Hoffa stood up suddenly, it was Chloe, she was used to wearing the black monastic robe, but after the vampire changed her clothes, he couldn't tell the difference.

Mance grabbed an apple and took a bite of it, looked at it and smiled: "I have to say, Miss Lemay, this dress suits you quite well." ”

Chloe looked around, her mouth wide open enough to fit an egg. With disbelief in her eyes, Mance swept away the fruit from the table, revealing her hands and feet bound in chains.

He took out the key, untied the chains that bound her legs, and carried her down and placed her in a chair, looking at her reverently.

"These stupid nocturnal creatures are trying to control your body, Lord of Time, and this time I saved your mortal body, can you fulfill my humble wish?"

Chloe looked at the corpse-strewn hall with a dead face, turned her head and asked, "What do you want?"

"I want to.... You should know what I think, you know...... Nothing can be hidden from time. He stroked Chloe's hair: "Tell me everything that will happen in the next fifty years, the winner of the war, the next Dark Lord, the real hegemonic empire." And if you can, just give me a little bit of your magical power, okay?"

"I can't do it, I can't even see my own destiny. ”

"It's that you're not trying your best, you don't know where your limits are. Mance said feverishly, looking at Chloe as if he were looking at a rare treasure. "But what power is more powerful than time, it does not exist at all, what magic, what blood, will be eroded by time, and it will be wiped out. ”

Chloe: "......."

"Don't want to do it?" Mance's smile gradually changed from fanatical to calm, which was the characteristic smile he had when he poisoned Rusfan and Kleist.

"I know what you care about most, Miss Lemay. You want to make the world a better place, right? Actually, you may not believe it, but I think so too, look at this war-torn world, look at these man-eating monsters, look at these abominable wizards. Someone has to put an end to this. I believe that that person must be me, and I can do anything to achieve this goal. ”

He walked to another corner of the square and slammed open the secret door behind a wine cabinet, which was closed dozens of boys and girls with their mouths sealed and tied to pillars.

"You brought these children from France, and I brought them to land from the sea, and among the vampires, I saved their lives. Lemay, as long as you are willing to help me, then I can meet any of your needs, trust me. ”

"How can I believe you," Chloe said hoarsely and sarcastically, "you have killed everyone in my convent, and now you have killed everyone around you, you have no bottom line at all." ”

"Everyone dies. Mance shrugged like a scoundrel, "Early death and late death are death, so it's better to contribute something to me." ”

He stepped forward, took off his coat, and put a gentlemanly drape on her shoulders, and then bent down and put it in Chloe's ear, whispering incomprehensibly: "You'd better tell me you can, or I'll let the German troops stationed in France you one by one like a train, and by the way, let you be while watching me peel off the skin and bones of these little boys one by one." ”