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Boom!

The huge magic power was like an out-of-control ocean.

It violently rolled up huge waves.

It threw Devero to the ground heavily.

At the moment when the Stone Knight exploded.

Countless sharp gravel was like daggers that shot out!

Suddenly rushed out from all directions.

It pierced Devero's body mercilessly.

Each gravel had enough power to penetrate heavy armor.

Instantly left blood marks on his body.

The blood quickly dyed his clothes red.

Devero struggled to get up from the ground.

The pain all over his body burned like fire.

Every inch of muscle was twitching.

The blood in the cracks on his skin dripped along the cuts of the gravel.

He raised his trembling hand.

Pressed the wound on the left rib.

Dark red blood oozed from his fingers.

"Damn, that's how it is..."

Deverot muttered to himself while covering his wound and looking at the rubble scattered all over the ground.

Not far away.

Marcus stood in the dark.

The grim smile on his face was like a devil.

He slowly raised his hand.

Pointed at Deverot.

Sneered.

"What do you understand? Haha, forget it, now - go to hell!"

Accompanied by a low curse.

The tip of his staff quickly lit up with a deadly green light.

"Adava eats the big melon!"

At this time, the colt that had just been blown away rushed forward.

Firmly blocked in front of Deverot.

Used all his strength to make a last neigh.

"Let's die together!"

Marcus's laughter was even more piercing.

The green light pierced out like lightning.

Bang!

Thick smoke and dust exploded in the small space.

Rubble and debris flew around like a gust of wind.

The air was filled with the suffocating smell of gunpowder.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

Marcus stared ahead.

Suddenly he found a solid earth wall rising from the ground.

It separated Deveraud from his spell.

"What?!"

A trace of disbelief appeared on Marcus's face.

His brows were slightly furrowed.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

However.

Before he could react.

A heavy force suddenly came from behind him!

Two lime-colored arms suddenly broke out from the ground.

They locked his shoulders as tough as steel.

There were two big hands holding his wrists tightly.

He couldn't move!

The earth wall slowly collapsed.

Revealing Deveraud's face with a hint of a cold smile.

He stood there intact.

The wounds on his body had healed quietly.

"What is this! Damn it!"

Marcus struggled frantically.

But even if he has the power granted by Voldemort.

But facing this Stone Knight, he still pales in comparison!

That's right!

This is the advanced application of the transformation ability given by [Transfiguration Spirit] that Deveraux realized just now!

Integrate the objects he has animated with the surrounding environment!

Then he can make the environment help him fight!

These two arms are the fragments of the Stone Knight that was smashed just now and the stone wall of the bathroom!

"If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have thought that my Transfiguration could use existing transformed objects like this, and..."

Deveraux patted the colt that was protecting him.

His eyes looked straight at Marcus.

A hint of cruelty flashed.

"It turns out that you are quite resistant to beatings, then let you try this."

Deveraux slowly raised his wand.

Pointed to Marcus who was tightly controlled.

Fear flashed in Marcus' eyes.

But at this moment, he was completely unable to move.

"Thunder Explosion!"

Bang!

With a loud bang.

The spell flashing at the tip of the magic wand turned into a ball of violent energy.

It hit Marcus' chest directly!

The stone was instantly blown to pieces.

A huge gap collapsed in the wall of the bathroom.

Marcus' body was thrown out by the impact.

Falling into the abyss on the fourth floor!

At this time.

At Marcus' chest.

The illusory scales covering his whole body were blown open with a huge gap.

Revealing the bloody skin underneath.

Deep in the flesh.

If you look carefully.

You can actually vaguely see two hearts beating - a normal red heart, and the other is a weird black, beating wildly at this time.

As if maintaining his broken life.

Marcus' face was distorted.

Barely staying awake.

Trying to wave his arms with difficulty.

Release a floating spell to slow down the damage of falling.

But at this moment!

A strong pulling force came from the air.

It pulled him back to the direction of the bathroom.

It was the flying curse!

Marcus didn't even react.

He was dragged into the bathroom filled with smoke again.

Looking forwardDeveraux was already standing at the door with a sneer.

"Expel your weapons!"

A spell sounded.

Then.

"Thunder Explosion!"

A blinding red light burst out in the bathroom with a roar.

Marcus only had time to catch a glimpse of his wand flying out of his hand.

The next second his body was thrown out by the impact of the explosion!

Bang!

The huge impact force threw him out of the bathroom again.

He lost control of his body.

He was thrown heavily into the air.

He fell downstairs like a broken rag doll.

He didn't have a wand at this time.

He was powerless to resist.

However.

Just as he was about to hit the ground.

Another ruthless flying spell dragged him back.

This time the impact made him dizzy.

He felt as if he had become Deveraux's plaything.

He was thrown back and forth like a ball.

No power to fight back.

What made Marcus even more desperate was.

"So he could have done this from the beginning? Was he just afraid that I would be killed?"

At this moment, his body was already broken.

He could no longer withstand the impact of the third explosion.

So he was ready to die.

Marcus was dragged back to the bathroom by the flying curse for the second time.

But this time was unexpected.

Devereux did not release the blasting curse again.

Instead, he threw him heavily on the corridor leading to the prefect's bathroom.

Bang!

His body fell down with a bang.

The floor was cracked.

Of course, this is understandable.

At this time, Marcus.

He had been tortured beyond recognition - the right half of his calf was almost gone.

His right arm was blown into charred debris.

Most of his chest was exposed.

The traces of his heartbeat were clearly visible.

The once lush hair had been burned to ashes by the flames.

A bare scalp was exposed.

He looked extremely miserable.

He was panting.

The intense pain made his thinking fuzzy.

Even so.

He was still shocked that he was still alive.

This strange tenacity was incredible.

However.

Without his wand, he had no power to resist.

Like a bug with broken wings.

Completely suppressed.

No threat.

Deveraux approached.

Looking down at him.

With indifference and a bit of cruel pleasure in his eyes.

As if admiring a toy that was about to break.

Marcus struggled to crawl on the ground.

He leaned against the wall desperately.

He barely supported his body with his only remaining left arm.

He looked at Deveraux in horror.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury, you won't die."

Deveraux's voice sounded faintly.