Chapter 279 1, Life and Death Struggle

"Grindelwald."

"Grindelwald."

"Grindelwald."

The whispering sound gradually became clear from far to near.

It seemed to be someone's sigh, and it seemed to be singing.

On the empty street, the white-haired man stopped slowly.

In front of me was a street lined with high-rise buildings. It was dark without any color, and there was no one in the empty space. The only sound was the sound of a song floating in the wind.

"Grindelwald, keep silent, Grindelwald, talk but don't do anything, Grindelwald, get nothing."

Accompanied by weird and strange songs, a row of little girls in red clothes ran across the empty street in front of them hand in hand. The children sang songs, turned their heads, and looked at Grindelwald. Although they were petite and exquisite, each of them had grown men's heads, pale and empty.

He closed his eyes expressionlessly, grasped his wand tightly and swiped past.

Bark, an arc flashed, as if a piece of rag had been torn apart.

The little girl holding hands was torn in half from the middle, and the sharp spell was like a sharp knife cutting through the streets, tall buildings, air, and the world, and everything was torn apart like an oil canvas.

Very quiet.

However, after tearing it apart, he came to another place.

cliff.

Below the cliff is the abyss. Above the abyss, a man is holding two people who are about to fall into the abyss. It is Fatil Drasses.

And one of the two who fell off the cliff was himself, and the other he was very familiar with was the young Jacob Bohan, the second grandpa who used to be a bad gambler who had done countless things.

He went back to the summer of 1913, the turning point of his life.

Beside him, Jacob still said in a trembling voice: "Fafatier, no, no, no, this is no good."

"Fatier, what are you thinking! Pull me up!"

"Don't let go of this hand, let go of the other."

Grindelwald looked at all this strangely. He gradually understood where he was, but he didn't know when and where he fell into a dream, just like a dreamer who can never remember the beginning of the dream. outside things.

Slap.

After some tangling, it was not himself who fell off the cliff, but Jacob beside him.

After Fatier pulled him up, his expressionless face fluctuated rarely.

"Is this what you've been fantasizing about?"

Someone behind laughed and said: "It's no wonder no one can understand you.

If someone has lived for more than sixty years and still longs for love in his heart, it has to be said that he is either a woman or a lunatic. "

Grindelwald turned his head, and behind the huge Mount Kilimanjaro, there was a monster that was almost bigger than the mountains, covering the sky and covering the sun, like a giant whale flying in the sky.

It has countless arms, and its lower body is full of jellyfish-like tentacles. Its head is wrapped in a cloud of black smoke. It has no nose and mouth. Every hair on its head is a tentacles that are hundreds of meters long. , only the eyes that are as huge as a lake project endless reincarnation and void.

Standing at the monster's feet like an ant, Grindelwald said nothing, and the black Elder Wand turned into a black sharp knife in his hand. After he closed his eyes and thought for a moment, he stabbed a knife by his side.

In the Krausnick base in Germany, in the dark clouds, there are occasional sharp beams of light sweeping across.

At the outpost three hundred meters away, an officer with a telescope in his hand frowned.

"What are they doing, Major."

Beside the officer, a soldier with a gun on his back asked curiously.

"It's as if nothing was done."

The man with the binoculars handed the binoculars to the soldiers beside him with a puzzled look on his face: "Come and see, is this what the interview looks like?"

The soldier took the binoculars and took a closer look.

In the round lens, it can be clearly seen that there are two people sitting face to face on the top of the tall tower where the wizard meditates in the distance.

One of them was a woman in a gray blanket. She was slumped in a wheelchair, with no hair on her head, her head was tilted, a wand was placed on her knee, and her body was shaking slightly.

And ten meters in front of her, there was also a man sitting with a straight waist, his hands on his knees, his head drooping on his shoulders, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be asleep.

"Is Master Grindelwald asleep?"

The soldier put down the binoculars and asked in confusion.

No one answered.

When he put down the binoculars, the officer beside him fell to the ground at some point, with his eyes closed, snoring slightly.

This scene made his eyes widen. Before he could ask a question, he suddenly became light-headed and drowsy. He couldn't help but fell to the ground and fell on the officer's body.

The black sharp knife pierced the air, like a needle piercing an inflated balloon, and there was a light puff sound like a fish spitting out bubbles. The monster, Kilimanjaro Snow Mountain, Fatil, and himself all disappeared. It's spotless.

He woke up from the meditative state of sitting cross-legged. I found myself sitting on a sandy ground that looked like an ancient Roman arena. Surrounding the arena, there were countless dancing black shadows. The arms danced wildly, like the most enthusiastic audience, hundreds of thousands, thousands of them, but they couldn't make a sound.

rustle.

The sound of gravel rubbing.

A gray-haired young man stepped on the sandy ground of the arena with bare feet, walking step by step. A series of dense black chains were wrapped around his body, and the chains tightly entangled his naked body, penetrating extremely deep into the flesh.

It's hard to imagine that a person can still walk while being tied up like this.

As the distance got closer and closer, he could even see several ferocious and rotten human heads tied like knots in the chain dragged by the gray-haired young man. blurred.

Standing barefoot in front of Grindelwald, the young man lifted up the row of heads on the chain, and saw the heads hovering slowly and landed on the sand. The bottom one had silver hair and big blue eyes. .

"Your teacher was killed by me. He didn't understand your pain until he died." The gray-haired young man joked.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Grindelwald moved his eyes from the head and said slowly.

"You don't have to pose in front of me."

The gray-haired young man said: "Your beloved teacher is gone, and your seeds of hope are all dead. I have even exiled your students who had the greatest expectations. Tell me, who else is there in this world now? , will become like you?"

Looking at those bloody heads, Grindelwald slowly raised his head: "You."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The gray-haired young man raised his head and laughed loudly, his laughter resounding all over the world, his posture was wild and unrestrained.

After laughing, he shook his head with disdain and arrogance on his face, stepped deeply into the gravel with both feet, and stretched out a posture with his body bound by chains.

At this moment, all the black shadows on the Colosseum screamed like boiling.