Harry Potter: Hello the Dark Lord

"This is the property of the Knights of the Round Table, state your intentions!" the boy tentatively said

However, Minsk is not someone who likes to chat with the enemy before the battle. Hearing the boy's words, Minsk didn't look at him, and the brilliance of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the young man immediately drew out his heavy sword, covered his body with black heavy armor, the dazzling holy flame burned above the sword's edge, and the temperature of the entire mine rose a bit.

Minsk didn't say much. With a wave of his hand, ten hideous heads flew out from under the robe.

This is Minsk's signature death magic. However, the ten heads at this time are much stronger than when they were buried in the Boneyard. Each head has a T-shaped cross that represents death. This is the source of The imprint of the power of the **** of death is also the imprint of the **** of death that belongs to Minsk.

"Dawning Holy Flame!"

The young man waved the giant sword and rolled up the flames. The flames instantly filled the entire mine. Even the walls at the edge of the mine showed signs of melting. A sword light flashed like the morning light in the flames. sk.

Minsk turned a deaf ear to the upcoming attack, didn't move half a minute, and let the sword light cut it down.

Swish!

The sword light fell, and the sound of slashing flesh and blood came. The boy holding the sword looked happy, and then viscous blood spurted out. Minsk was cut into two pieces by a sword.

"Ignorance Xiao Xiao!" The young man snorted coldly and planned to put away the heavy sword in his hand.

However, in the next second, he couldn't help frowning. The ten heads in the air were able to launch attacks on their own after they were separated from the controller!

In other words, the manipulator is not dead yet! Was cut into two pieces without dying? Impossible, this is impossible!

"Is the Templar capable of that?" A hoarse voice echoed in the mine.

The sword-wielding boy couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the next scene made his scalp numb.

I saw that Minsk's corpse was rapidly decaying, and within a few breaths it turned into a pile of rotten flesh, and green, rancid liquid flowed recklessly.

Suddenly, a pale and frightening arm protruded from the rotten flesh, and not long after that, a handsome boy with a dog hugging his back crawled out of the rotten flesh, and the stench of green, rancid mucus was still there. flowing on its surface.

"What kind of monster are you!?" The sword-wielding boy couldn't help but sigh.

Minsk stared at each other coldly: "It would be nice to make you a puppet!"

"Villain! Die!"

The young man was also somewhat bloody. He raised his sword and rushed forward. The ten heads in the air swept by the holy flames were difficult to approach.

Minsk still stood in place, letting the opponent charge.

In the blink of an eye, the sword-wielding boy had reached Minsk's side, and the epee wrapped in holy flame slashed down at his face.

Minsk murmured expressionlessly, "Death Coiled!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gurgling black energy emerged on the surface, and a black, fetid black water pool appeared under the sword-wielding boy's feet. Countless undead corpses struggled in the black water, pulling the sword-wielding boy's body, as if to pull him into the endless stream. in the black water.

The moment the undead touched the young man, the sword-wielding young man only felt powerless, and even the heavy sword in his hand was several times heavier out of thin air, and he almost let go.

"Sword of Punishment!"

The young man struggled hard, the epee in his hand shone with dazzling holy light, and at the same time, a huge sword was suspended above Minsk's head.

In the face of the sword of punishment, Minsk did not dare to be too big. Physical attacks could not cause damage to him, but at this time the sword of punishment above his head seemed to be the damage of the Holy Light attribute, although there was still a certain gap with the power of death, but It will also restrain the power of death to a certain extent.

After all, the sword-wielding boy is a new generation of Templar Knights, and his fighting instinct is stronger than Minsk imagined. At this time, he can make the most correct judgment, which makes Minsk applaud.

It's a pity that they are in conflict with each other, and they can't get the opponent to join the Death Spirit Religion. For such an uncontrollable opponent, the best way is to kill the opponent and refine them into undead puppets. Such puppets have been in Minsk for a few months. Three have been made.

Seeing that the giant sword was about to fall, Minsk's figure suddenly disappeared, and a hideous head appeared in its original position. Minsk switched positions with the head of the undead in the distance.

Boom! !

The giant sword fell, and the entire mine trembled under the tremendous force, and the mine cave in the depths collapsed on a large scale.

The smoke and dust stirred up, unable to fall for a long time.

There was a sound of gold and iron fighting in the endless smoke. Minsk and the sword-wielding boy fought in the smoke, but the sound didn't sound like a battle between two people.

After a long time, the smoke dissipated, and five figures appeared in the smoke.

Looking closely, Minsk was standing in the distance, the sword-wielding boy was fighting against three pale-skinned undead puppets, and there were nine heads wandering in the air to harass him.

On the other hand, Minsk held a mirror in his hand and whispered something: "President, the Templars are really difficult to deal with, the three puppets who are also ninth-level melee magic can't take him down for a while, the opponent's fighting skills are extremely strong ."

"Well~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is indeed very powerful. It seems that the Templars still have something! Do you need support?"

"No, I just want to ask, can I make him a puppet? With his physique and the Chinese corpse raising method taught by the president, it is very possible to refine him into a ninth-order peak or even a It's a half-destruction-level undead puppet!"

"Uh, raising a corpse is such a disgusting thing, and you enjoy it. You can make it into a puppet, remember to disfigure him, and don't be discovered." Qin Weijie said, staring not far away. The battle: "The viewing is good, let's kill it quickly, so as not to have too many dreams at night."

"Yes, President!" Referring to the mirror that Minsk had put away, he turned to look at the sword-wielding boy who was fighting the undead.

"Death Harvest!"

Minsk let out a loud cry, and the whole body was filled with black death energy. The black mist enveloped Minsk, and a phantom appeared in the black mist stirred up behind him. He looked closely at the dharma body of Anubis, and the dharma body was holding a scepter. , The black jackal wore a black crown on his head, and his scarlet eyes stared at the sword-wielding boy.

"Death!? Welfare family?!" At this time, the teenager also vaguely guessed Minsk's identity: "You are Minsk Anubis!? The inheritance of the **** of death actually belongs to you!!"

The moment he saw the phantom of Anubis, the sword-wielding boy knew that he might not be able to leave safely today. He used the body of a mortal to fight against the power of the gods. When the two sides had similar realms, the one who mastered the power of the gods had absolute power. Advantage, this is an insurmountable gap!

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