Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Car.”

Great Sect before it is slowly open, but Marx hasn’t moved it — it’s open for itself. Yes, as if… the palace is welcoming him to the general.

Marx moved towards a little bit of a look inside, finding that the fog in this hall, though there is, is far more rare than outside. It’s just because there’s no light in it, it’s still dark.

He stopped a little bit, and he walked up his legs.

“Tackling, nagging, nagging…”

Marx and Wynie’s footsteps overlap with friendship, where the ghost effects are becoming more empty in the lobby as all the statements appear to have been withdrawn. Apart from that, there is no more silence here, as if there were only two of them here.

But Marx was able to feel clearly that in the darkness of the front there was a “man” waiting for him.

“Boom.”

Suddenly, Marx, which reached about half of the distance of about one and a half, stopped the pace of progress, and Wynie, who was behind him, was very silent and silent… both stopped at the very heart of great hall.

Almost at the same time, a group of grey white flames erupted from the torch of the two sides of the wall column “bang bang bang”, with a strange light throughout the hall.

Marx and Wynie are not the first guests here, but before that, no one else has taken the initiative to take care of them.

It follows that they… or, more accurately, the importance of Marx in a person’s minds can be seen.

When rays of light from the flames were fired, Marx picked up his head and plundered those high-life bodies on both sides of the front, hoping to be on the stage where the light of torch was at the deepest depths of the hall and could not be completely bright.

And there is a pair of dark eyes, like ink, that are staring at him.

And then Herpo started talking…

“McLorne, good weather… I’ve already said that in this inferior age, you are the only one who has given me a positive look. And now it seems that you never disappointed me.”

Herpo’s voice is mute, and it looks like he’s boring directly from his chest, but it’s quite unusual.

Seeing Marx doesn’t seem to have an opening yet, he keeps walking:

“By the way, I remember that I also said — we’re actually not at all the most direct contradictions. If you want, we may also be partners… no one else has this qualification, but you’re completely different. I am sure that you can bring me the greatest surprise, whether as an enemy or as a companion.”

Until Herpo said so, Marx was a little less patient, frowned, freshly:

“Are you finished?”

A moment of silence, Herpo, sitting on the throne, holding his head alone, that’s shook the head path:

“This is your last choice.”

It’s a little down, and Marx suddenly walks forward and says:

“At least I think that there may be many people in this world who can look at me, judge me and guide me, but you are never one of them. You, like me, just keep struggling ‘ordinary man’ that’s all.”

At the same time, the dozens of high-ranking bodies standing on both sides suddenly came up with Marx approaching the throne, boxing, spiritual flames, magic power magazines, and even weapons of various kinds… the attacks continued to greet Marx.

At first, Wynie was able to block the demolition with all kinds of magic plants that were inspired by spiritual power, and the more close to this great hall, the more powerful they were.

In particular, the last four individuals, even having a hierarchy rule, were extremely difficult to cope with. Even after Marx saw it, he couldn’t have picked up the eyebrows.

It was surprising, however, that Marx’s footsteps, like before in the square, had not stopped at all.

And when a shadow of no entity flew on the ground before him, he stepped down and struck the dead body of the incarnation shadow trap;

And when the floor around him distorted the shape and turned into orange high temperatures, he was still a step forward, and magma returned to the rock, and then returned to the ground.

Even when the last two dead bodies, like Herpo, released their souls swallowing force to him, not only did Marx not care about that maniac against the soul, but not even Wynie behind him.

“Bang–“

With a slight wave of hands, Cleansweep, who would stand in front of his immediate body, Marx stepped on the deepest steps.

Then he stood steadily in front of that throne on the stage.

As can be seen from this point of time, Herpo’s demon body is indeed very high, even if it’s sitting, it’s a little higher than Marx’s standing.

Of course, so far, I’m afraid no one will judge the height of strength by size. To say the body, the biggest opposite here is the powerful living corpse under Wynie’s plant.

At present, Herpo is still sitting on the throne, Marx is not talking, nor is he talking. Just when those high-class bodies are going to hit Marx again, he lightly set his hands and put all the men who can still move back to their place.

At this point, Wynie, who keeps standing behind Marx, has also regained his body and continues to stand behind Marx with silence.

After a few seconds, Marx stared at Herpo, microscorpion:

“Why don’t you do it yourself?”

“Oh, no!” Herpo calmly, “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Are you still dreaming of me becoming your companion or your man?” Marx Cold Road, “or is it, you think even now, if it’s me, you must lose as much as you do?”

“不不不！”Herpo hearing this ，顿时再次摇头否定道，“我刚说的话你这就忘了吗？我说了，我始终就没有小瞧过你――只是，你想真正战胜我，似乎也不大可能，不是吗？”

Herpo’s right!

Because even though Marx has now learned two branches of spiritual rules, together with other methods, it may have been enough to give Herpo, who possesses Demon’s body, to “kill”.

But after that?

The problem is ultimately to return to its origin – as long as the glasses of swallowing are not broken, Herpo will not really die, which is the most fundamental challenge that has always plagued Marx.

“So,” Herpo said, “Suddenly, sitting straight, with both hands,“ you see! It’s meaningless. After all, ‘delay’ is never a solution! ”

“But it is a method necessary to find a way.”

The sound has not fallen, and Marx has waved out with no anticipation, straight to Herpo’s horrible face.