The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The gate of the alien world in the sky has not yet closed, and the terrible breath from Nessus, the ninth hell, pollutes the atmosphere.

The abyssal demon Tuva moved back to its original position. Its huge claws were like stalactite stalagmites, and what was caught in the claws was a special fork.

The Cyres responded calmly. The wizard who was raided fell to the ground. The huge light-transmitting wound on his chest was corrupted black, and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The body of the undead did not die because of this blow. Standing up again, he wiped the muddy water off his face in embarrassment.

Everyone looked at Tuva, at the fork in its hand.

"This is a scepter?" The red-robed wizards couldn't believe it, and at the same time they were mad with hatred. These people never imagined in their dreams that the dead companion really got the target, and it was in their hands.

The hellish fiend held a plastic fork with a serious expression, chanting blasphemous words in his mouth, trying to be attuned to this artifact.

The icy wind blowing from the gate of another world in the sky seems to remind Tuva that it is time to go back and give the artifact to its owner, and then the owner will dedicate it to the supreme being of the Nine Prisons. Waiting for the reward.

The faces of the red-robed wizards changed, "It wants to escape, stop it!"

Clusters of high-level evocation spells burst out, and the deep hell fiend was immune to flames and toxins, and had a strong resistance to magic. This was destined to be a hard battle. In the previous battle with the druids, they had already lost part of their spell slots, and it was a bit difficult to continue at this moment.

Tuva sneered, and the raging hellfire burst out from the palm of his hand, turning into a fire blanket that devoured the earth, surging violently, and spreading in all directions.

Druids were also drawn into the fray.

The stormy waves of frost and water elements block the invasion of hellfire. The soil on the ground melted into fluid glass in the flames, flowing freely.

"Use the dimensional anchor to lock the space, it can carry out high-level teleportation at will, don't let it take the initiative!" A red-robed wizard summoned a squirming black tentacles, and tied Tuva's right leg.

[Aivar Black Tentacle] is powerful, and its strong muscles can immobilize a lion. The pit fiend just stomped hard and tore off the tentacles.

"You are looking for your own death!" Tuva looked excited and cruel. It deliberately ignored the frequent calls of the gate of the other world, and was devoted to fighting. At the same time, it was secretly trying to synchronize with the artifact fork.

As long as the power of this treasure can be aroused, it might be the next duke. Even if it is to be handed over, it must be handed over directly to Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, and the middleman cannot make a difference.

The refining demon fluttered its wings and launched [Meteor Burst]. The 9-level evocation spell summoned four flaming meteorites, which crashed to the ground, smashing several red-robed wizards who were unable to dodge to pieces.

The earth trembled under the evil power of the devil.

The red-robed wizards were defeated one after another. Their undead bodies were torn to pieces by the refining demon, and then they were dispelled of necromancy, turning them into corpses.

The druids stood together, in despair.

Tuva vented his violence. Although he was not an abyssal demon addicted to fighting, he still felt happy physically and mentally.

"Elf, I can smell your kindness. It's so sweet. In hell, a soul like you is in short supply. I will use the most terrible punishment to squeeze the last drop of your soul energy, and howl and fall in pain..."

The druid suddenly looked behind the refining demon.

Tuva heard the sound of horseshoes, rushing like a drum, and seemed to be trampling the ground with vigor.

A smoldering fire came ragingly, the rider on the horse tightened the reins, and the horseman stood up and stopped.

Linde looked up at the sky, stared at the existence behind the gate to another world for a few seconds, and then looked back.

The female elf shouted in surprise: "De Lin!" The companion druids were also excited.

The magician nodded to them, then pointed to Tuva, "You took my fork."

"Yes, unfortunately, it fell into my hands."

"So you're not going to give it back to me."

Lianmo smiled and said: "I agree that private property is inviolable, we can make a contract. Let me serve you for a hundred years in exchange for this artifact."

Linde smiled. He clapped the book of Mora in his hand, "Did you hear that? Mora, there is a devil who is willing to serve me for a hundred years."

There is a sharp mouth on the cover of the book of Mora, and the words spoken in a lazy and deep tone are extremely flattering, "Oh, lord, great lord, such a little devil is not worthy of serving you, why not give it to me , your faithful Mora will make it into a leather stool for you to rest on, and it will live and tell you jokes from hell."

Tuva's smile subsided, and he said coldly: "It seems that you are not interested in the contract."

As soon as the sorcerer stretched out his hand, the fork in the claws of Hell's Purgatory emerged in his palm. He held the artifact again, and said to Tuva whose expression changed drastically: "Have you heard of the Pact of the Blade? This weapon is tied to me. Sure, you can't take it away."

Tuva roared loudly, before he flapped his wings to take off, suddenly a dark green tentacles rose from under his feet and entangled him.

The deep hell fiend struggled hard, but this oily and wet tentacle was stronger than pure gold, and he couldn't stop breaking free, while restricting his teleportation ability.

"What is this? This is not the black tentacles of Ava!"

This is the tentacles of Hermaeus Mora.

Linde waved the fork lightly, as if he was pulling the latitude and longitude of the magic net, and the huge tide of magic energy converged to form thousands of luminous force field swords.

Feeling the power of the artifact, Tuva exclaimed, "How is it possible, it is simply the root of the magic net, no wonder even the great He wants it."

Before the words fell, the raging magic sword turned into a waterfall and torrent, cutting off the neck of the demon.

On the verge of death, the demon said loudly: "I make a wish! Let me return to purgatory safely!"

[wish technique]

The most powerful spell. Has the power to change the world.

The gate of the other world made a terrifying vibration, and a black light fell, which was about to send the alchemy away.

Lin De raised his head and said loudly: "Ai Ou! I made a wish, but this person's wish is invalid!"

Someone's background is obviously harder.

In the sorrowful and angry eyes of the fiend in deep hell, the beam of teleportation light suddenly dissipated, and his head crashed to the ground.

All the druids cast spells and closed the ominous portal to hell together.

The wound in the sky healed slowly in the whistling of the spirit of nature, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky, the sun shone, and the scenery of the earth was shining brightly. It was another good time to linger.

The demon's head was almost higher than the horse's legs, and it couldn't be hung on the saddle. Linde took off a scarlet eyeball as a trophy, and the rest was swallowed by the Book of Mora, which was considered garbage.

The druids stepped forward to thank Linde.

"I'm very interested in the way of nature." Linde nodded and smiled, "If you don't mind, you can walk with me. Also, no matter what kind of inspiration you have come to pursue my weapons, you will not get what you want in the end. "

He looked again at the distraught dwarf Barendar.

"Uncle and nephew are killing each other." Linde pondered for a while before stepping forward and said, "Dwarf, do you want to revive him?"