Hogwarts snake wizard

A three-meter-tall werewolf next to the old werewolf seemed to be unable to see Samael's provocation, and he roared up to the sky, and his thick voice came far away.

After the surviving werewolf heard this voice, his eyes became brighter, as if he had folded a buff, and his spirit had improved to a certain extent, and he looked at Samael cruelly.

"What to shout, do you know that reason is not loud. After

snapping his fingers, the werewolf who howled first instantly turned into blood mist dust and fluttered to the ground.

Few people know that Samael's Smashing Charm is equally excellent.

For the average person, the Smashing Charm is just a blasting spell for refined operations.

But for Samael, it was a cruel technique that wiped out life, erasing everything in an instant.

"You, you actually dare..." The

old werewolf was furious, coughing even more exaggeratedly, and Samael also saw bloodshot.

"What's he, isn't he just a werewolf?"

Samael wondered, the werewolves who died in the whole scene were not fifty or a hundred, so he couldn't be so excited.

"Uh~ you seem to have killed his eldest son.

Branson was speechless, wondering if you wanted to see how special the werewolf he killed was.

"Forget it, it's not dead, let's kill them all."

Samael didn't take it seriously, his fingers seemed to be playing some beautiful movement in the void.

The body and mind were fully immersed in this inaudible music, and the werewolves, lizardmen, and other strange people turned into blood mist before they could scream.

The blood mist fluttered, surrounding Samael, setting him off even more terrifying and terrifying.

He is like a blood angel who has fallen to earth, elegant and cruel.

"Retreat, retreat!" The

direct members of Lex turned into giant werewolves and retreated in unison, instead like snow monsters, lizardmen, silent killers and others who were afraid to get close to Samael.

The song ends.

Samael looked at Branson, who looked stunned.

Branson knew Samael was terrifying, but he had never seen his true strength, and his hole cards seemed to be endless.

None of them could match Samael in terms of spells, Weather Curse, he was far inferior; Curse, Draco was ashamed of himself; even Seamus, who showed great talent in blasting spells, was far from Samael.

He is like an omniscient, omnipotent all-rounder, and when it comes to shortcomings, only the "blue quantity" may be insufficient.

"The ability of your Funeral Moon clan is a meteorological ability, so what is the ability of the Qianyue clan.

Samael sensed something and was a little puzzled.

"They're good at persuading people, well, more accurately spiritual gifts.

Branson spoke out without thinking about his old rival's abilities.

"No wonder these monsters are not afraid of death, our real trouble is coming, get ready."

Samael looked like he suddenly realized, and as he sensed the approach of the magical aura, he couldn't help but remind Branson.

The two of them stared, and saw that the castle waste was dusty, and a behemoth appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The fierce appearance, crazy eyes, and violent magical aura all show the strength of the comer.

"Three-headed dog?" "Or 12?"

Branson looked ahead at the scene ahead, first murmuring, then ecstatic.

"Damn the little beasts of the Hall family, I must let the three-headed dog tear you to pieces. At

the castle, the old werewolf roared fiercely, if he hadn't been able to defeat it, he would have swallowed two cubs alive.

"I bet Derek will go crazy.

"I think so, you start lightly, don't break it."

"Do I seem to be such an unmeasured person?"

Samael and Branson looked ecstatic, and in a few words they decided the ownership of the 12 three-headed dogs.

Branson didn't expect that Leix's family still had this kind of heritage.

"Do you think only you can tame a behemoth?"

Samael threw two forward, and four "beautiful" pythons grew in the wind.

The terrifying length of sixty meters is far larger than a three-headed dog even if it is folded in half.

"Haha! haha! Haha!" the

Lex werewolves laughed maniacally as if they had lost their minds, staring at the Big Four like ordinary light bulbs.

"To control the beast in front of my Lex family, you really don't know the sky.

But before he finished speaking, he heard Samael's cold voice.

"The giant python who controls me in front of my Gaunt family, you really sit in the well and watch the sky. The

same tone has an indescribable irony.

After Samael finished speaking, the Big Four tiptoed and began to attack the three-headed dog in front of him.

Their huge size does not limit their speed, and they move flexibly through the dogs.

"The master is so abominable that he let us do such a thing.

Rebecca couldn't help but complain, finally let go of the wind, actually spread such an errand.

If the strength is small, it cannot be controlled, and the strength is large, for fear of accidentally strangling the owner's property.

"Brothers, let the master see our new abilities.

Cole, who was the leader, gently threw away the three-headed dog that had bitten him and said domineeringly.

The python's head swayed, constantly splitting the same individuals from the body.

Several others followed.

The entire battlefield instantly became chaotic, with large and small colorful snake pythons shuttling back and forth.

The snake turned into a rope and bound the three-headed dog.

Even the members of the Lex family in the distance were not spared.

How can a two-legged one be compared with a one, taken in minutes.

Samaelken gave Derek the bloodline potion containing the origin of the spirit cat, how could he be stingy with his own giant.

He will never miss such a good skill, and the good use is equivalent to an external incarnation, and the result of "size ruyi" plus "external avatar" is not to mention how satisfactory.

"Branson, come and wash the floor

" "The dead one burned, and the undead one poured enough living hell decoction for me to preserve."

Samael glanced at the guy who had watched the play the whole time except for a thunder, and told him to clean up the battlefield.

He had collected enough complete corpses in the Branson family's castle, and the one who was alive now was the most precious.

He had a hunch that his bloodline curse would make a breakthrough on this batch of materials.

"By the way, remember to sort out the books on psychic magic and give them to Luna as a gift."

Samael, like a bored overseer, conjured up a chaise longue with transfiguration and gave instructions one after another.

Branson was helpless but did not dare to refute that the poison of aconite grass had not been completely excreted from his body.

He really didn't contribute much to the battle just now, and more importantly, who let him not beat Samael.