Chapter 86

boom!

The huge magic power is like an out-of-control ocean.

Rolling up huge waves violently.

Knocking Devereux to the ground heavily.

At the moment when the stone pier knight exploded.

Countless sharp gravels are like daggers shooting out!

Suddenly they appeared from all directions.

It penetrated Devereux's body mercilessly.

Every piece of gravel carries enough power to penetrate heavy armor.

There were traces of blood on his body instantly.

The blood quickly stained his clothes red.

Devereaux struggled to his feet.

The pain all over my body burned like fire.

Every muscle was twitching.

Blood dripped from the cracks in the skin along the cuts on the gravel.

He raised his trembling hand.

Apply pressure to the wound on the left side of the ribs.

Dark red blood oozed from between his fingers.

"Damn, that's it..."

Devero muttered to himself as he covered his wound and looked at the gravel scattered on the ground.

Not far away.

Marcus stood in the darkness.

The ferocious smile on his face was like an evil ghost.

He slowly raised his hand.

Point to Devereux.

sneered.

"What did you understand? Haha, forget it, now - go to hell!"

Accompanied by a low curse.

The tip of his sword quickly lit up with a deadly green light.

"Atharva eats the big melon!"

At this time, the foal that had just been thrown away rushed forward.

Stand firmly in front of Devereux.

He screamed one last time with all his strength.

"Let's die together!"

Marcus's laughter was even harsher.

Green light pierced out like lightning.

Bang!

Thick smoke and dust exploded in the small space.

Rocks and rubble were flying everywhere like a violent wind.

The surroundings were filled with the suffocating smell of gunpowder smoke.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

Marcus stared ahead.

Suddenly, a solid earth wall was discovered rising from the ground.

Separate Devereux from his spell.

"What?!"

There was a trace of disbelief on Marcus's face.

Frowning slightly.

There was a cold light in his eyes.

However.

Before he could react.

Suddenly a heavy force came from behind!

Two stone-gray arms suddenly burst out of the ground.

Locking his shoulders as firmly as steel.

Two big hands grabbed his wrist tightly.

Keep him from moving!

The earthen wall slowly collapsed.

Devero's face with a cold smile was revealed.

He stood there intact.

The wounds on his body had healed quietly.

"What is this! Damn it!"

Marcus struggled wildly.

But even he has the power given by Voldemort.

But facing this stone pier knight, it still pales in comparison!

That's right!

This is the advanced use of the transformation ability given by [Transformation Spirit Body] that Devereux just realized!

Integrate his activated objects with the surrounding environment!

Then he can let the environment help him fight!

These two arms are the fragments of the smashed stone pier knight that was hit just now and the stone wall of the bathroom!

"If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have thought that my transformation technique could still use existing transformation objects in this way, and..."

Devereaux patted the foal guarding him.

Looking directly at Marcus.

A flash of cruelty.

"It turns out you are quite resistant to being beaten, so let me try this."

Devereux slowly raised his wand.

Pointing at Marcus who was tightly controlled.

Fear flashed in Marcus's eyes.

But at this moment, he was completely unable to move.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Boom!

There was a loud click.

The flickering spell at the tip of the wand turned into a ball of violent energy.

Hit Marcus directly in the chest!

The rocks were instantly blown to pieces.

The bathroom wall caved in, leaving a huge gap.

Marcus' body was thrown out by the impact.

Falling into the abyss on the fourth floor!

at this time.

Marcus' chest.

The illusory scales covering the whole body were blown open with a huge gap.

Revealing the bloody skin underneath.

Deep in the flesh.

If you look carefully.

Unexpectedly, I could vaguely see two hearts beating - one was a normal red heart, and the other was a strange black heart, beating crazily at this time.

As if sustaining his broken life.

Marcus' face twisted.

Barely staying awake.

It was difficult to move my arms.

Casts a levitating spell to slow down falling damage.

But right now!

A strong pulling force struck from the air.

He was dragged directly back to the bathroom.

It's a flying curse!

Marcus didn't even react.

Then he was dragged into the smoke-filled bathroom again.

When they met, Devereaux was already standing at the door with a sneer.

"Expelliarmus!"

A spell sounded.

Immediately afterwards.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

A dazzling red light erupted in the bathroom along with a roar.

Marcus only had time to catch a glimpse of his wand flying out of his hand.

The next second his body was violently thrown away by the impact of the explosion!

Bang!

The huge impact threw him out of the bathroom again.

His body lost control.

He was thrown heavily into the air.

Falling downstairs like a broken rag doll.

At this time, he had no wand.

He had no power to resist.

However.

Just when he was about to hit the ground.

Another ruthless flying curse dragged him back.

This time the impact made him dizzy.

He felt as if he had become a toy of Deveraux.

He was thrown back and forth like a ball.

He had no power to fight back.

What made Marcus even more desperate was.

"So he could do this from the beginning? Just afraid that I would be played to death?"

At this moment, his body was already broken.

He could no longer withstand the impact of the third explosion.

So he was ready to die.

Marcus was dragged back to the bathroom by the flying curse for the second time.

But this time it was unexpected.

Deveraux did not release the blasting curse again.

Instead, he threw him heavily on the corridor leading to the prefect's bathroom.

Bang!

His body fell down with a bang.

The floor was cracked.

Of course, this is understandable.

Marcus at this time.

He was tortured beyond recognition—the right leg was almost gone.

His right arm was blown into a charred wreckage.

Most of his chest was exposed.

The traces of his heartbeat were clearly visible.

His once lush hair had been burned to ashes by the flames.

A bare scalp was exposed.

He was in a state of extreme humiliation.

He was panting.

The intense pain made his thoughts blurry.

Even so.

He was still shocked that he was still alive.

This strange tenacity was incredible.

However.

Without his wand, he had no power to resist.

Like a bug with broken wings.

He was completely suppressed.

No threat.

Deveraux approached.

He looked down at him.

There was a cold and slightly cruel pleasure in his eyes.

As if he was admiring a toy that was about to be broken.

Marcus struggled to crawl on the ground.

He leaned against the wall desperately.

He barely supported his body with his remaining left arm.

He looked at Deverault in horror.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury, you won't die."

Deverault's voice sounded faintly.