Chapter 368
[Dimensional Chaser (Gold): ignores the law of time continuum and conducts quantum state hunting through any space rift with an angle greater than 120 degrees. The marked prey will be chased synchronously in all parallel time lines. 】
[Pipe (Gold): You link your creator and send back the hunted things you keep! 】
[Space-time pollution source (purple): The moving trajectory will permanently tear the actual structure, the residual hound saliva will cause space-time cancer, and the space-time coordinates that the hunted persons have existed will gradually become "dog-like", and eventually form a new hunting nest]
[Inferior Body (Purple): There were huge flaws at the beginning of the design, and the structure was very unstable, but it could be easier to travel between dimensions. 】
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DeVero frowned, and the words Tindaros appeared. He could not think of the relationship between this hound and the Semitism.
But at the moment, it should be one side.
Combine and combine what Anubis said before.
The so-called creator should be the North Idick, but De Vero couldn't help but chuckled when he thought of this, and a sarcastic arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.
In other words, those group of crazy believers of the Secret Practice may not even know who their true "master" is?
Maybe what they worshipped was just a dog?
Thinking of this, his mood suddenly felt a little relaxed. He raised his wand and a rich green light burst out-
"Avadasaudi."
The green beam accurately hit the rushing Tindaross Hound.
In an instant, the monster's pupils suddenly spread, as if something was instantly peeled off from its body.
Immediately afterwards, its body seemed to be torn apart by invisible force, twitching violently, and finally fell to the ground without moving.
De Vero stared at the corpse on the ground, his brow raised slightly.
"Sure enough, just like what I guess..."
He half-squatted down and carefully observed the body that was still shaking slightly.
These Tyndalus Hounds are not purely time-space creations, they have souls in their bodies.
But what is even more interesting is that the way their bodies and souls combine have serious flaws.
De Vero turned his eyes to the entry [Source of Time and Space Pollution], and his brows frowned slightly.
"Nest? Time and space cancer?" He murmured in a low voice, but his eyes became more and more sharp.
He looked over and looked in the direction of the Hogwarts booth, where more Tyndalos were pouring out, rushing towards him like endless tides.
"It seems that they tear the gap in the dimension into..."
De Vero twisted his neck, and the joints made a crisp sound.
"Since I like the cracks so much, I'll throw you all back."
He sneered, clenched his wand, and his magic power surged, as if the god of war had arrived in the world.
Just as he was about to step forward, he kicked something - a glass cover.
He looked down and saw a broken golden face inside, his facial features twisted, as if torn apart by invisible fear.
"Lord... the Lord is coming soon!"
The face whispered in a twist.
"Look soon... from all angles!"
DeVero raised his lips and slowly leaned down, staring at the man in the glass cover with a playful look.
"Oh? It seems you are also a believer of that dog?"
His voice was filled with a hint of contempt, and his fingertips knocked on the glass cover, making a crisp sound.
"Tell me, how do you want to die? Should you be blown into pieces, or would you give you some fun?"
Muhammad's lips trembled, and the shadow of death remained on his face, but a fanatical light appeared in his eyes, and his mouth was repeatedly murmured-
"Angles...angles...angles..."
DeVero frowned.
horn? What's the meaning?
Just as he was thinking, the air around him suddenly became sticky, and a strange sense of oppression came.
His pupils shrank slightly, and in his vision, the corners of the building, the junction of the ceiling, the cracks of the booth... all the angles formed, cracks that were as dark as an abyss and dotted with deep starlight appeared!
They are growing, expanding, and swallowing reality!
De Vero's heartbeat suddenly stopped in an instant. He saw the world behind the crack through the crack-
Countless Tyndalus hounds were roaring, their scarlet eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, their fangs dripped with saliva that corroded the space, and their ferocious bodies seemed to be twisted in multiple time dimensions, appearing and disappearing from time to time. They have already peeked into this world!
"Can all angles come?!"
De Vero took a breath of air, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind instantly.
If this thing continues to spread, every corner of the real world—every corner of the building, the edge of every door, and every corner of the light and shadow—will become the entrance!
At that time, although De Vero will surely be able to protect himself, those wizards who cannot be used... I guess De Vero will not be able to take care of it!
But at this time, DeVero's mouth slightly grinned.
"If there is no angle, right? I have a way!"
Then he waved his wand suddenly.
"Al flies here!!!"
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