The Hogwarts Professor at Marvel

Chapter 543 Taboo, the Horrible Insect of Blood Abyss

call!call!call!
The wind howled, and a huge blood-colored storm swept towards Lockhart and the others.

The colorful energy barrier shone with dazzling light. Wanda and the others passed through the thick, glass-like colorful barrier, watching the bloody storm on the opposite side.

Looking at the large amount of profit in the blood storm, spinning at a high speed, and constantly flying towards the position of myself and others

Even Wanda, Ian was full of confidence in his mentor, but he still couldn't help clenching his fists and sweating in his palms.

In an instant...

Rumble!
Bloody, the storm and the colorful barrier collided with each other, making a huge roar.

It's sizzling!It's sizzling!
Through the glass-like colorful barrier, Hermione could clearly see one after another, the bloody blades like blades constantly hitting the barrier, trying to break it.

At the same time, Ron Hermione and the others covered their ears with the sound of zigzag cutting.

A large number of bloody blades cut the barrier crazily, and the sound was sharp and unpleasant.

Even Lockhart not only frowned slightly, but with a wave of his hand, colorful ripples flickered, and the sound of zi la zi la slowly decreased.

At this moment, Voldemort saw that the bloody storm seemed to be firmly blocked by the colorful barrier.

He licked his lips, seemingly impatient.

The magic wand in his hand is like a baton, waving quickly and powerfully.

A large number of blood worms once again condensed into a fog of blood.

The blood-colored mist quickly filled the air, spreading rapidly towards the colorful barrier.

However, the original Scarlet Storm still did not reduce its offensive, continuously hitting and cutting, trying to destroy everything in front of it.

hum!hum!hum!
Feeling a large number of tiny blood-colored bugs, trying to devour the colorful dream force that he condensed.

This made Lockhart frown.

Because he clearly sensed that these bugs were able to devour the power of dreams.

Even if it's rare, it's not a good sign.

"Lockhart, these bloody bugs, he can devour energy and adapt quickly, so be careful."

Cresden on the side opened his mouth to remind, injecting the blood-colored mist on the opposite side, and thick fear flashed in his eyes.

He was previously incarnated as Mo Ran, the kind of magic power full of destruction and despair, these bugs can even devour it.

It is simply the nemesis of wizards!

After hearing what Cresden said, Lockhart nodded slightly to express his understanding.

Immediately afterwards, slightly raised the magic wand in his hand, and drew an elegant arc in midair.

In an instant, colorful rays of light flickered dazzlingly, and the insects of the blood abyss that were originally devouring the power of dreams on the surface of the colorful barrier.

The next moment, the blood-colored mist on the surface unexpectedly became unreal, and the whole figure became transparent, and the original blood-colored mist had turned into a transparent blood-colored light.

finally……

Disappear!

Seems like it never happened in general.

When Voldemort on the opposite side saw it, his face was expressionless, and he just waved his wand lightly.

The blood-colored mist resurfaced and devoured towards the colorful barrier.

For the blood worms.

You can kill me once or twice, but you can't kill me ten times, twenty times.

Devour, adapt, evolve!
This is their instinct and their talent.

Come on, the more it kills, the more it devours, the more it adapts.

All bloodworms are a whole, and any changes will be synchronized.

They are forever and only!

A large number of blood-colored worms rushed one after another, and even the blood-colored storm began to shrink, turning into a large number of blood-colored plants covering the colorful barrier.

As if sensing the delicacy of the power of the dream, all the blood worms devoured frantically as if they had been hungry for 800 years.

Even if their figures gradually become transparent and then grinded.

But this still couldn't stop their madness.

It's really delicious and full of temptation, it's like a state banquet full of Han people

Vaguely, the sharp-eyed Lockhart seemed to see colorful colors appearing on some bloodworms, but they quickly disintegrated.

At this time, Grindelwald, who was watching from the sidelines, also had a cautious look on his face.

It's really scary.

How on earth did this fellow Voldemort come up with such a horrible thing?

How many people did he kill?

Through his talent, he could clearly sense the wailing and roaring of countless lives on the bloody mist.

It can be said that without mass killings, it is impossible to create an insect that devours everything.

At this moment, Lockhart, feeling the power of the dream, began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face became a little ugly.

Is the backlash of world consciousness so powerful?

Such illegal things can appear, do you want to show some face?

Cursing inwardly, Lockhart waved his wand continuously, and streaks of colorful light streaked across the air.

At the same time, colorful mist began to emerge on the surface of the barrier.

Actively mixed into the surging bloody mist.

The colorful mist and the bloody mist are intertwined, there is me in you, and you in me.

Soon, the fog was billowing, and it became more and more turbulent.

The bloody mist that hit the barrier also began to thin out, as if it was fighting against the colorful mist.

If you zoom in and magnify the colorful mist several times, you can clearly see a large number of small insects of seven colors appearing continuously.

Except for the difference in color, the rest are almost exactly the same as the bloodworm.

As soon as the weapons were born, they spontaneously found the nearest bloodworm, collided with each other, and exchanged lives.

Yes, the greatest effect of dream power lies in simulation or creation.

As long as you are willing to think, then he can create everything you can imagine.

Of course, if you want to have the corresponding functions, you must have a deep understanding.

Otherwise, it can only be exactly the same on the surface.

In the face of the blood worm, although Lockhart couldn't be completely consistent, with the power of the dream, he could definitely make a suicide attack.

The colorful mist keeps emerging, intertwining with the bloody mist.

In less than 10 seconds, the colorful mist and the bloody mist gradually disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, like tofu in brine.

but……

Lockhart clearly sensed that the difficulty of consuming the power of dreams began to increase.

Originally, one share of the power of dreams now requires one and a half, or even two, three copies to completely consume it.

This made Lockhart sigh.

Sure enough, world consciousness is always difficult to deal with, especially if the other party has an evil spokesperson.

This thing is simply evil to the extreme!

Like Grindelwald, Lockhart clearly sensed the endless killing behind these bloodworms.

Even with Lockhart's irrelevant and indifferent personality, he couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly.

Thinking about it, Lockhart turned around, looked at Wanda behind him, and said calmly: "Wanda, next, I need your cooperation."

"Destroy world consciousness and create a new battlefield!"

(End of this chapter)