Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Under the huge full moon, on the sandy ground of Underground City, another gray-haired teenager also fell sideways on the sandy ground, unable to speak. He could hear someone screaming in a high-pitched voice in the distance.

"Hoffa!!!"

That was the desperate voice of the nun.

He lifted his neck hard and looked at the sharp blade emerging from his chest, and then at the gap in Mans's chest that was still bleeding. He stood like an okay person, but he could feel the rapid passing of life.

Hoffa's head is a little dazed, why didn't he expect, a muggle whose chest was poked, can actually stand upright on himself, poking his own chest with a knife, how did he do it? Even Vampire does not have such a tenacious life force.

"What did you...?" Hoffa had trouble breathing.

"Want to know?"

Mans pointed to his chest, said with a smile: "I won't tell you."

He pulled out the sharp blade , Threw the steel thorn away with a cry. The bloody steel thorn rolled far away on the sand. Then, he unambiguously dragged Chloe, who was kneeling and crying, twisted her neck and forced her to look at Hoffa,

"Look at him and admire the state of your friend when he died. If you still want to save the group of children, you'd better meet my expectations as soon as possible."

Hoffa wants to say something, He didn't know what he was trying to say, maybe it was a curse as a bastard, maybe it was the last to comfort the nun, but he found that he couldn't do anything.

"Let go of me, let me go...!"

The nun was dragged by Mans, drifting away like a sack.

Life was passing by at an extremely fast speed, and his strength was no longer enough to support him to do anything. He clutched his chest and slipped to the ground from the corner of the wall. The darkness gradually swallowed his pupils.

The last picture he saw was Mans dragging the nun with the group of children, walking farther and farther, and finally disappeared from his vision.

Are you going to die?

He didn't see any chance. This was the final injury he had ever suffered, and it was also the closest he was to death. He has completely stepped into the Ghost Sect level. In the dark, he even saw Death smiling to himself.

At this moment, a thousand helpless rise in the mind.

If you fail, you are almost, a little bit. He will be able to send the nun to London, maybe Fatir will use her ability to change history, and maybe he will see Aglaia in his lifetime.

Aglaia...Thinking of her, a violent pain burned in Hoffa's body, and he couldn't help but start groaning. That was the uncontrollable desire to survive that broke out deep in one's heart.

To die? No, he must not die.

His life bears her expectations, no matter what, he can't die.

But his heart has been pierced. Even if it is in an activated state, he cannot repair such a fatal wound. He constantly transforms magic power into life, but life follows the wound desperately outward Elapsed.

He lay on the ground, racking his brains to think about the way to immortality. But no matter what he thought, it seemed unrealistic. There was not even a living person around him.

The huge anxiety drowned him like sea water, and his soul was like a candle in the wind. You could see a pitch black in the eyes. Only his numb lips could taste the blood flowing from his heart.

Is there any chance?

Feel the warmth on the lips.

That is the temperature of the blood.

Under the stimulation of this taste, a bold and crazy idea emerged spontaneously. There is one last chance.

He tried his best to transform all the magic power into life, barely opened his eyes and supported himself, struggling on whilst at death's door, dragging himself by little by little, towards the distance The pool of blood crawled over.

Finally, he stopped at the edge of the marble pool. At this moment, he could not breathe, and he was only a few steps away from death.

Blood dripped from his mouth into the pool of blood. He was groggy and couldn't do anything.

The moonlight broke through the dark clouds again and shone from the dome. The boiling pool of blood had already subsided. However, after it tasted Hoffa's blood, it boiled again, like an abnormal excitement. Organic life.

After that, countless bloody hands made of blood stretched out from the blood pool, grabbed Hoffa's body, and pulled him down from the heart of the pool.

With a light sound. Without the slightest spray, the blood pool returned to calm and no longer boiled.

The intense pain disappeared, the desperate fight was rewarded, a certain magical power wrapped him, making him feel the ultimate warmth, it was a feeling he had never experienced before, as if he was back In the mother's womb.

Under the action of a certain force, the broken heart regroups little by little, returns, and becomes a whole, something new and unknown.

At this moment, he can breathe in the blood, and even see everything outside through the blood. The bright moon, and the apparition flying in the moonlight.

Some broken pictures and whispers wrapped him. He heard something whispering in his ears, "After sleeping, wake up the sleeping blood queen, eight wild beasts, born in eight In the restless night, the holy nail penetrates the sinner’s flesh and blood, and a prayer is dedicated to the hero who is summoned..."

Whispers sounded from his ears, and he lifts the head from the sea of ​​blood , Countless bloody hands support him. Let him get closer and closer to the moon in the sky, he can see the craters all over the planet, and a woman with a veil but no facial features. She is covered with hazy rays of light, her fingers are like silk and satin. Like flying in the moon.

"Light was born in darkness, but turned away from darkness, cursed the darkness, liberated from the long night, and fell asleep in the short day..."

Whisper It never stopped, nor was it like a person talking again, but the noisy whispers of countless people, those satin-like fingers wrapped Hoffa little by little, bound him tightly, and the huge apparition held him up, one Little by little, he flew towards the woman's head.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Then, he saw that the woman's head without facial features cracked a thin slit, like a zipper. Behind the crack, there was a bright galaxy, which made people yearn for.

He marveled at the beauty and the warmth of the envelope. For a while, as if drunk and stupefied, he let the flying fingers wrap himself, sending himself into the void in the huge mouth.

"If I were you, I would probably not acknowledge allegiance so easily, and it would be too cheap." Suddenly, another voice said in his ear. This voice is different from those whispering, it is clear, smooth, and without any emotions.

At the reminder of that voice, Hoffa woke up.

The hazy woman on the moon disappeared, and the beautiful starlight disappeared.

He only saw his muscles swelling crazily in the blood pool. Numerous thorns grew from every corner of his body. On the thorns were thin and hideous human faces, and they were wailing. , In pain, tearing.

"Damn it!"

He was completely awakened, and the inexplicable blood poured into his body along his wound. His bone marrow seemed to be burned by fire, and blood vessels were poured with acid. What's more terrifying is that in the blood pool, there is an unknown huge spiritual power. This weird and unpredictable spiritual power is powerful that he has never seen before. Just a little bit of contamination, he is in danger of being assimilated.

He leaned his head back and smashed it on the marble floor, trying to threw away those whispers in his ear. But it didn't work, his self-awareness was quickly disappearing, and soon it would become another thing.

So he quickly climbed the stone wall and tried to climb out. Filled with a wave of waves on the calm blood pool, Hoffa extend the hand. But in less than a second, he was pulled back into the blood pool by the unmatched force, and the blood pool returned to calm again.

However, this time, the brief calm lasted only ten breaths.

Suddenly, a pool of blood boiled.

A huge four-winged bird hovered and roared and rushed out of the blood pool. It was covered with pitch-like gelatinous blood. Before it flew ten meters high, it was pulled heavily. Back to the blood pool, crashed into it, splashing a large amount of blood.

"In this world, life and death are unpredictable. Even the mighty and powerful wings, it is impossible to move a single step......" Numerous voices are noisy in his ears, making He was upset.

Thunderbird growled and rushed out of the blood pool again. His sharp claws clung to the edge of the blood pool tightly. Countless blood dancing behind him is bound to pull him back to the sea of ​​blood.

In the deep castle, under the quiet and white moonlight.

A very weird scene appeared, the blood in the blood pool condensed into a huge arm, like a chicken, it grabbed the Thunderbird in the hand, and smashed it. He is bound to surrender.

"After staggering me, take what you want!"

The voice is getting louder and louder, and they are devouring Hoffa's body and mind madly. The more he struggled, the stronger the superhuman power. The destruction of the hall is getting worse. The exquisite ceiling was turned into fragments, rumbling down, and the delicious food on the dinning table was smashed into a pile of mud.

His heart was beating violently, almost jumping out of his chest, and every pulse beat seemed to press in a new flame through his body. He twitched helplessly, his head like a sphere full of extreme pain, on the edge of a burst. Hoarse calls reverberated throughout the castle.

The two forces have reached a stalemate. Hoffa knows that he will not hold on for too long. As long as he runs out of power, he will immediately become one of the countless whispering voices. Outside the blood pool, he faces the threat of physical death, and inside the pool, he faces the crisis of being devoured by the spirit. This damn world, who can help me?

He was extremely anxious.

It seemed to have heard his prayer. At this time, another voice rang in his ears, "If you can survive a nightmare, will you still jump into the blood pool?" That is unknown 'S voice asked again: "If you can only choose one of nightmares and bloodsucking at night, what would you choose?"

"I won't choose anything..."

"You are going to die." Another voice said calmly: "Bach, no one can help you. There are only two options, either to suck someone's blood every night, or have a nightmare every night."

"If I must, then I would rather have a nightmare."

The bloody hand stopped moving. After three breaths of calm, it collapsed suddenly, and the entangled blood receded from his body, disappearing in In the blood pool, it turned into countless red light spots, dissipated and evaporated into the air.

Thunderbird fell into the dry blood pool with a plop, shrinking a little bit, and turned into a gray-haired boy with no strands.

Slowly, very slowly, the pain subsides a little bit, it feels like a thousand years have passed. He twitched feebly, inhaling desperately through his stinging throat, as if another thousand years had passed before he could barely stand up. The whole body's muscles seemed to have turned into water, so I had to use my hands and feet together, and finally stood up tremblingly and fumbled forward.

Finally, he crawled out of the blood pool. After not taking a few steps, he stepped on a corpse and fell to the ground with a plop. It was pitch black in front of him. After a long time, the pitch black became the lines on the floor, and his pupils gradually focused.

Everything in front of his eyes became unusually bright, but there was not much color. He could clearly see the expression on the face of the corpse lying on the ground, and he could see every particle of dust floating in the air, even You can see the pattern of the Ghost Statue sculpture on the Gothic spire in the distance.

The night in this brief moment became as clear as the day. This was a feeling he had never experienced before. I really want his eyes to become an infrared night vision camera.

"What happened?"

He looked at the fingerprints on his palm, and everything that just happened was still vividly visible, the apparition in the moon, and the whispers in the sea of ​​blood. Everything is so clear that I have never seen it before.

Look at my chest again. The wound penetrated by Mans has healed at this moment, but it is covered with bright red scars. The scars are symmetrically distributed on the chest and extend to the shoulders. They are three circles. The rings are intertwined. The intertwined parts of the rings form crescent crescents one after another. The pattern is rough and not smooth, as if it was drawn by a primordial man with branches at random.

He has seen this pattern before. When the female Vampire opened the Underground City, she drew this pattern on the ground with blood.

What does this mean? He could feel some obscure and ancient power in the pattern, but he couldn't describe it.

When I look up the moon in the sky again, it has become exactly the same as the moon seen in the normally. It is neither big nor there is no monster in it. It just hangs round in the sky, ordinary and It looks the same every day for hundreds of thousands of years, without any difference.

"Are you okay."

At this moment, someone asked him like this.

The voice is ethereal and does not distinguish between men and women. It sounds very neutral. It was the voice that reminded myself just now in a sea of ​​blood.

"Who are you?"

Hoffa suddenly sat upright, there was no living person beside him, and the banquet destroyed by Mans was desolate and cruel. But just in the blood pool, this voice was asking him some weird questions.

"I am on your waist."

The voice reminded him.

Hoffa was surprised. He stretched his hand to his waist. His magic power gloves and clothes were melted in the blood, but only one thing remained.

That is a glass ball, a glass ball composed of transfiguration.

Picking up the glass ball, the tentacles flying in the glass ball, the little tentacles I got in the English Channel is flashing in the glass ball quickly.