Chapter 358

"grim Reaper?"

The green light of the photographer did not enter Mosfelos's body in an instant, but disappeared without a trace like mud cattle in the sea -nothing happened.

Musfelos raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down at the chest he was hit, reached out and patted the intimate and non -damaged clothing, and a sneer in the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, I thought you really learned from Anbisa's guy."

He slowly raised his head and fell into Dewlo with his eyes.

"That's what you think about death, don't you teach you?"

His arms slowly raised, his fingertips were dark, and a trace of shadows were wrapped and flowing at the fingertips.

"Oh, then give you the last section of black magic defense-"

"soul--"

But at the moment when the voice was not falling, Misfelos frowned.

He noticed that there was something wrong.

Dewlo's face was hanging a strange smile.

It was a kind of ... succeed, playful, and even smiled with a few prank.

Missfelos's eyes were instantly cold.

"What do you mean?"

But Dewlo did not respond, but raised his head suddenly, and then a harsh voice sent out from Dewlo's mouth.

It's a mermaid's singing!

The moment I heard, Musfelos sneered, how could this level of power effect on himself?

But when he heard this sound in his ears, he suddenly felt strange changes in his body--

The world of Messfelos broke instantly.

The harsh mermaid singing seemed like a sharp silver needle, piercing deep into his mind.

The corner of his sneer was froze, and his expression instantly condensed, but the next second--

Drama pain, tearing pain!

An unspeakable force erupted from the depths of the body, as if there was something rolling and colliding in his flesh, to break free of restraint!

The bones stretched sharply, and the muscles were distorted in a way of violating nature. The beasts under the skin seemed to be perfection, and they had to break out of the shell at any time.

"Uh-!"

Mosfelos took a breath, and his consciousness was swallowed by the crazy desire instantly!

The wisdom is flying like a gravel, and the thinking is like a torn cloth strip, and it floats in seventy -eight.

Killing, tearing, swallowing, hunting ...!

The strong blood desire was deeply embedded in his brain like a rusty hook.

He can hear his heartbeat, low and heavy, like a war drum.

The sound of the ears became extremely keen, each trace of air flowing, the trembling of every ray of breeze, and even the crowd's panic breathing clearly heard. He could smell the smell of fear and hear the low bonus of blood.

He wants to hunt, he wants to tear, he wants to devour!

Musfelos's eyes opened sharply, and his pupils had turned into green beast pupils, and the erected pupil reflected Deweon's face that was still smiling.

"you……"

Musfelos gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, but it was no human voice in his throat, but a low and hoarse roar.

In the next second, the sharp teeth pierced the gums, the wolf claw -like claws tore the skin, and the black long hair quickly covered his limbs.

On the surface, Mosfelos was completely swallowed.

Muhammad's situation is even worse than Mosfelos' drama.

The golden noodles in the glass cover have long been turned into hot metal liquids, and it flows slowly along the inner wall, as if it has lost its inherent form.

His facial features were swallowed by the melted golden fluid, but he still barely maintained some vague outline.

"Ah ... ah ... He ... He is here ...!"

His voice was broken and distorted, full of endless fear, as if the spirit of the monster that was being visible was torn.

The mermaid's singing is not only the cursing attraction, but also the wake -up of the deepest fear of the soul.

Missfelos's body continued to change, but his reason is struggling to be sober.

He knows that the general spell does not work at all!

He gritted his teeth, his nails were embedded in the palm, and blood dripped along his fingers, but the pain could not dispel the crazy impulse.

At this moment, he finally realized--

"Damn! This is ....... It is so interesting! That's the eye -catching method!"

He yelled and gritted his teeth, but there was a hint of ecstasy on his face.

—— Yes!

The "Avadaso Destiny replacement" released by Devaro just now is just a guise!

What really works is the confusion mantra hidden in the dead curse!

Mingxiu's mantra, secretly crossing confusion.

He was in the plan.

What a good show!

This is exactly the trap specially prepared for Misfelos.

Since the battle for the house and Ravenclaw, he has deeply realized the limitations of the dead curse -in the face of some existence of no soul, or surpassing the soul level, the dead curse is simply invalid.

This was further verified in the confrontation with Voldemort -in that battle, he tried his best, but he still couldn't use the mantra to bring a fatal blow to the opponent.

But after that, things have changed.

He found an extremely dangerous curse entry on himself:

—— [The curse of Anbis (red)]]

This is a red entry, a very high-level curse. Even he himself must rely on the wisdom of his ancestors and the interaction of his own multiple red entries to barely suppress its erosion.

Such a terrifying curse, even gods would not feel good.

At the same time, he also learned from Snape the Confusion Spell created by Voldemort himself - it was this spell that became the inspiration for the birth of the Confusion Agent.

So, a wonderful idea was born -

- What would happen if the curse of Anubis was combined with Voldemort's Confusion Spell?

The answer is obvious.

A "nuclear weapon" that is enough to shake the gods fell into Deveraux's control.

The real killer move, Deveraux will never easily leak it.

Although his clone has a high degree of independent thinking, it is still strictly limited in its core ability - this special curse combination, Deveraux has never given it to any clone.

The reason is simple - the ability of the clone is a downgraded version of the original body.

After many tests, he has confirmed that once the red entry on his body is inherited by the clone, it will automatically be downgraded to gold.

For example, his original [Potion Spirit (Red)] will only become [Potion Genius (Gold)] in the clone.

It seems to be still powerful, but it is far from reaching its true limit.

Therefore, in order to ensure that this trick can play the greatest effect at the most critical moment, he never let the clone learn it.

But that alone is not enough - in order to completely let Mesphilos relax his vigilance, he carefully arranged a misplaced trap:

- On the surface, he cast the Death Curse, but secretly, the Confusion Curse is really effective.

There is only one purpose - to transfer the Anubis curse on himself to the target!

This is why, for so long, Deveraud has never tried to use the Confusion Agent to transfer this curse.

Because, what he wants is not to remove it, but to use it.

Mesphilos's knees slammed to the ground, panting violently, the curse was burning violently in his blood, but Deveraud did not see the wild smile on his face.

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