Chapter 775 Juggernaut, Neville Longbottom
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Give up resistance, wizard."
Shout out to the wizard mobile unit: "You are surrounded."
"Can you still turn into that black thing?" Johnson gritted his teeth and pulled out the anesthesia needle stuck in his body.
A little anesthetic was injected into his body. Fortunately, he was as strong as an ox, so other than being a little sleepy, nothing much happened.
"I don't think I can," Credence said, not much better.
If it was him before he participated in the Battle of Magic Crystal Island, he wouldn't have much problem dealing with these Muggles.
But now he is fighting while worrying about Mo Ran going berserk. Taking care of both sides, it makes him very troublesome.
"What a terrible day."
Johnson weighed the big stick in his hand, and said, "Maybe we can leave from the fireplace."
"Those wizards are still in their hands." Credence also hoped to rescue those people. Muggles attacked here, and I'm afraid they have no good intentions to capture the wizards.
"Well, hopefully we won't be one of them."
Unable to convince Credence, Johnson has no intention of leaving.
He said: "I went out to attract their attention, and you took the opportunity to save people."
Johnson is prepared to sacrifice himself for opportunities.
The Muggles outside were still shouting.
They never gave up attacking the building.
"Hell, it still won't open."
The commander cursed secretly, the building has been blown up several times with C4, but it has not been successfully opened.
If they get too close, they will be bounced away by a force, which makes them helpless.
"That guy who can transform must be captured, this is a rare research sample!"
The technician, who had received a dozen injections of anesthesia, was forced to wake up with an injection of epinephrine, and he was determined to win Credence.
That wizard is clearly more valuable than the others.
"what sound?"
The high-tech headphones they wear help them improve their hearing and keep in touch.
In their headphones, there are some strange sounds.
It sounded like a dog barking.
next second.
The door to Johnny Silverhand's store was opened.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen big dogs half a person's height ran out of it.
"Shoot!" The commander ordered to shoot without hesitation.
Bullets poured out, but these dogs weren't real dogs.
After the anesthetic hit, he was ejected.
He dragged the Muggle in front of him with his bloody mouth.
"According to the information, this is a shop selling magic supplies, everyone switches bullets!"
Replace the bullets again, and the bullets full of lethality are no longer sparks that will be bounced off.
Johnson came out with a box in his hand, puffed up his arms, and threw the thing out forcefully.
The box that flew to the sky was opened, and wizard chess pieces jumped out of it one by one.
The moment he landed, he turned into a stone soldier as tall as a man.
The Muggles were caught off guard.
"It's now!"
Johnson charged with a club and an oaken shield in his hand.
He rushed into the crowd, the oak shield was shining brightly, and the people around were bounced five or six meters away.
A channel is opened.
Credence saw the opportunity, he exploded into silence, and rushed into the wizard's cage.
The powerful force turned the cage into twists and threw it aside, and then spread out to wrap all the wizards in it.
The Muggle who reacted didn't care about reloading, and the bullets poured out.
But the bullets couldn't do any damage to Mo Moran, and turned into a large ball that rushed into the sky and fell heavily.
Dense black tentacles pierced the Muggle's body.
Credence yanked hard, sending the Muggles flying away.
After finishing everything, he flew towards the Johnny Silver Hand store.
"You can't let him run away!"
The commander shouted angrily, grabbed the bazooka next to him and set it up.
"Stop!" The researcher yelled angrily, "These are research samples!"
But the commander doesn't care about this, his task is to catch them, if they can't be caught, they will be destroyed.
Press the switch, and the missile flies silently.
Credence brought a dozen wizards with him, unable to react at all.
Just as it was about to touch it, a cold light flashed across the flying missile.
Like a hot knife cutting butter, the sword cut open.
Immediately afterwards, nineteen iron armor curses lit up, separating the explosion.
"what is that?"
The commander's eyes widened like a ghost.
In the flames, a person walked out slowly.
When Credence arrives at Johnny Silverhands, he looks over his shoulder.
A man with surprisingly strong arms was slowly raising a sword that could cut through everything.
"Neville Longbottom?"
Johnson was surrounded, and couldn't help but exclaim when he saw that figure.
In the Battle of Magic Crystal Island, the sword-wielding figure was definitely the most special existence.
Compared with wizards, Neville's excellent swordsmanship is as amazing as the legendary Knights of the Round Table.
After the battle, this Longbottom lion had a new name.
Juggernaut.
His sword can store magic, but also cut magic.
Neville moved.
He was like a lion running on the grassland, turning into a straight line in the flames and breaking into the Muggle team without any hindrance.
The blade flipped.
The Muggle's dangerous iron wand was cut open the moment it touched the blade.
Neville killed all the way, and the Muggle who reacted shot.
The bullet flew towards Neville's back, just before it hit.
With an unimaginable speed, that sturdy body turned around holding the sword and slashed across.
The bullet split in two and flew towards the two Muggles, knocking them down.
"How did he do it? Isn't he a wizard?"
The commander is already in a mess, who is this.
It was agreed that the biggest threat to wizards is magic, but this person is completely different.
Even the players wearing body armor were cut open in an instant.
The sword in his hand was like a magical weapon, and Neville's speed became faster and faster.
He was already a gust of wind, and he passed away before anyone could react.
He is alone.
Killed through the entire mobile unit.
The commander looked at the sword that was less than an inch away from his throat.
The members of the mobile unit against wizards behind Neville fell down belatedly.
The researchers are freaking out.
The team that specializes in dealing with wizards never imagined that there would be such a monster.
The commander pretended to be calm and said, "You are fighting against the government."
"And you are fighting against our king." Neville's voice sounded.
This former cowardly student has grown into one of the strongest fighters in the entire wizarding world.
The slight tip of the sword turned the commander's strong words into silence.
"You killed our people," the commander, after all, came from an elite special force, he stared at Neville, "you can't afford these results."
"It's not the first time either."
Neville's sword lowered slowly, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground.
He looks around.
The once prosperous Plymouth settlement is now under attack and engulfed in flames.
Seeing that his attention was not on himself, the commander glanced vaguely at the gun on his waist.
He is a quick shooter, taking only a fraction of a second to complete a shot.
At this distance, even if you don't need to aim, you can definitely hit it.
Think quickly in your head.
Only one chance.
The commander moved.
His speed was so fast that even the researchers on the side didn't notice that his hand had already drawn out the gun.
The trigger is pulled, the tail of the bullet is hit hard by the firing pin, and the gunpowder is excited to complete the power demand.
In the barrel of the gun, the bullet burst out of his head with a jet of flame.
A smile appeared on the commander's face.
This is the fate of carelessness. Although the physique of the wizard is a little better than that of ordinary people, after being shot, he will kill himself by emptying the magazine.
sounded.
Flames burst out.
"Thorn."
The commander stared blankly at his own gun.
Neville looked at him.
Two seconds later, the gun body separated from the middle, and with it, the bullet that flew out less than one centimeter.
At the same time there is the commander's finger.
Neville maintained the posture of raising the sword, a drop of red blood struggled to slip from the tip of the sword.
Blood touched the ground, and the commander fell.
The researchers were completely stunned.
If you don't have any material, you're going to die, so how can you have other thoughts?
Neville glanced at him, turned around and left slowly.
Johnson propped up the wooden stick and gave Neville a thumbs up.
"A very beautiful sword."
"Can you still walk?" Neville, whose strong arm strength could lift Johnson's big man, asked concernedly, "Do you need me to carry you?"
"I don't think I need it yet. Sure enough, those who can follow the king are all strong."
As a follower of the king, Johnson believes in the supremacy of power.
He completely convinced Neville. This person has a strong physique and the ability to wipe out mobile units by himself. He can definitely be called a target by himself.
Neville seemed to have turned back into the shy Gryffindor, scratching his head and smiling.
Credence sent the other wizards into the fireplace to leave, suppressing his own silence that was about to burst out.
The silent black air continued to drill out, Credence calmed himself down, and made him shrink back with great determination.
He needs to keep his emotional stability.
Johnson has also changed his mind about Credence.
He admitted that this person has the ability to protect Nagini.
"Wait, I'm going to ask."
Credence refused to leave now, staggering up to the researcher, looking him in the eye and asking, "How did you find this place?"
"Wizard, the wizard told us."
Terrified, the researchers poured out everything they knew.
Hearing that it was a wizard's betrayal made people feel incredible.
...
Shout out to the wizard mobile unit: "You are surrounded."
"Can you still turn into that black thing?" Johnson gritted his teeth and pulled out the anesthesia needle stuck in his body.
A little anesthetic was injected into his body. Fortunately, he was as strong as an ox, so other than being a little sleepy, nothing much happened.
"I don't think I can," Credence said, not much better.
If it was him before he participated in the Battle of Magic Crystal Island, he wouldn't have much problem dealing with these Muggles.
But now he is fighting while worrying about Mo Ran going berserk. Taking care of both sides, it makes him very troublesome.
"What a terrible day."
Johnson weighed the big stick in his hand, and said, "Maybe we can leave from the fireplace."
"Those wizards are still in their hands." Credence also hoped to rescue those people. Muggles attacked here, and I'm afraid they have no good intentions to capture the wizards.
"Well, hopefully we won't be one of them."
Unable to convince Credence, Johnson has no intention of leaving.
He said: "I went out to attract their attention, and you took the opportunity to save people."
Johnson is prepared to sacrifice himself for opportunities.
The Muggles outside were still shouting.
They never gave up attacking the building.
"Hell, it still won't open."
The commander cursed secretly, the building has been blown up several times with C4, but it has not been successfully opened.
If they get too close, they will be bounced away by a force, which makes them helpless.
"That guy who can transform must be captured, this is a rare research sample!"
The technician, who had received a dozen injections of anesthesia, was forced to wake up with an injection of epinephrine, and he was determined to win Credence.
That wizard is clearly more valuable than the others.
"what sound?"
The high-tech headphones they wear help them improve their hearing and keep in touch.
In their headphones, there are some strange sounds.
It sounded like a dog barking.
next second.
The door to Johnny Silverhand's store was opened.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen big dogs half a person's height ran out of it.
"Shoot!" The commander ordered to shoot without hesitation.
Bullets poured out, but these dogs weren't real dogs.
After the anesthetic hit, he was ejected.
He dragged the Muggle in front of him with his bloody mouth.
"According to the information, this is a shop selling magic supplies, everyone switches bullets!"
Replace the bullets again, and the bullets full of lethality are no longer sparks that will be bounced off.
Johnson came out with a box in his hand, puffed up his arms, and threw the thing out forcefully.
The box that flew to the sky was opened, and wizard chess pieces jumped out of it one by one.
The moment he landed, he turned into a stone soldier as tall as a man.
The Muggles were caught off guard.
"It's now!"
Johnson charged with a club and an oaken shield in his hand.
He rushed into the crowd, the oak shield was shining brightly, and the people around were bounced five or six meters away.
A channel is opened.
Credence saw the opportunity, he exploded into silence, and rushed into the wizard's cage.
The powerful force turned the cage into twists and threw it aside, and then spread out to wrap all the wizards in it.
The Muggle who reacted didn't care about reloading, and the bullets poured out.
But the bullets couldn't do any damage to Mo Moran, and turned into a large ball that rushed into the sky and fell heavily.
Dense black tentacles pierced the Muggle's body.
Credence yanked hard, sending the Muggles flying away.
After finishing everything, he flew towards the Johnny Silver Hand store.
"You can't let him run away!"
The commander shouted angrily, grabbed the bazooka next to him and set it up.
"Stop!" The researcher yelled angrily, "These are research samples!"
But the commander doesn't care about this, his task is to catch them, if they can't be caught, they will be destroyed.
Press the switch, and the missile flies silently.
Credence brought a dozen wizards with him, unable to react at all.
Just as it was about to touch it, a cold light flashed across the flying missile.
Like a hot knife cutting butter, the sword cut open.
Immediately afterwards, nineteen iron armor curses lit up, separating the explosion.
"what is that?"
The commander's eyes widened like a ghost.
In the flames, a person walked out slowly.
When Credence arrives at Johnny Silverhands, he looks over his shoulder.
A man with surprisingly strong arms was slowly raising a sword that could cut through everything.
"Neville Longbottom?"
Johnson was surrounded, and couldn't help but exclaim when he saw that figure.
In the Battle of Magic Crystal Island, the sword-wielding figure was definitely the most special existence.
Compared with wizards, Neville's excellent swordsmanship is as amazing as the legendary Knights of the Round Table.
After the battle, this Longbottom lion had a new name.
Juggernaut.
His sword can store magic, but also cut magic.
Neville moved.
He was like a lion running on the grassland, turning into a straight line in the flames and breaking into the Muggle team without any hindrance.
The blade flipped.
The Muggle's dangerous iron wand was cut open the moment it touched the blade.
Neville killed all the way, and the Muggle who reacted shot.
The bullet flew towards Neville's back, just before it hit.
With an unimaginable speed, that sturdy body turned around holding the sword and slashed across.
The bullet split in two and flew towards the two Muggles, knocking them down.
"How did he do it? Isn't he a wizard?"
The commander is already in a mess, who is this.
It was agreed that the biggest threat to wizards is magic, but this person is completely different.
Even the players wearing body armor were cut open in an instant.
The sword in his hand was like a magical weapon, and Neville's speed became faster and faster.
He was already a gust of wind, and he passed away before anyone could react.
He is alone.
Killed through the entire mobile unit.
The commander looked at the sword that was less than an inch away from his throat.
The members of the mobile unit against wizards behind Neville fell down belatedly.
The researchers are freaking out.
The team that specializes in dealing with wizards never imagined that there would be such a monster.
The commander pretended to be calm and said, "You are fighting against the government."
"And you are fighting against our king." Neville's voice sounded.
This former cowardly student has grown into one of the strongest fighters in the entire wizarding world.
The slight tip of the sword turned the commander's strong words into silence.
"You killed our people," the commander, after all, came from an elite special force, he stared at Neville, "you can't afford these results."
"It's not the first time either."
Neville's sword lowered slowly, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground.
He looks around.
The once prosperous Plymouth settlement is now under attack and engulfed in flames.
Seeing that his attention was not on himself, the commander glanced vaguely at the gun on his waist.
He is a quick shooter, taking only a fraction of a second to complete a shot.
At this distance, even if you don't need to aim, you can definitely hit it.
Think quickly in your head.
Only one chance.
The commander moved.
His speed was so fast that even the researchers on the side didn't notice that his hand had already drawn out the gun.
The trigger is pulled, the tail of the bullet is hit hard by the firing pin, and the gunpowder is excited to complete the power demand.
In the barrel of the gun, the bullet burst out of his head with a jet of flame.
A smile appeared on the commander's face.
This is the fate of carelessness. Although the physique of the wizard is a little better than that of ordinary people, after being shot, he will kill himself by emptying the magazine.
sounded.
Flames burst out.
"Thorn."
The commander stared blankly at his own gun.
Neville looked at him.
Two seconds later, the gun body separated from the middle, and with it, the bullet that flew out less than one centimeter.
At the same time there is the commander's finger.
Neville maintained the posture of raising the sword, a drop of red blood struggled to slip from the tip of the sword.
Blood touched the ground, and the commander fell.
The researchers were completely stunned.
If you don't have any material, you're going to die, so how can you have other thoughts?
Neville glanced at him, turned around and left slowly.
Johnson propped up the wooden stick and gave Neville a thumbs up.
"A very beautiful sword."
"Can you still walk?" Neville, whose strong arm strength could lift Johnson's big man, asked concernedly, "Do you need me to carry you?"
"I don't think I need it yet. Sure enough, those who can follow the king are all strong."
As a follower of the king, Johnson believes in the supremacy of power.
He completely convinced Neville. This person has a strong physique and the ability to wipe out mobile units by himself. He can definitely be called a target by himself.
Neville seemed to have turned back into the shy Gryffindor, scratching his head and smiling.
Credence sent the other wizards into the fireplace to leave, suppressing his own silence that was about to burst out.
The silent black air continued to drill out, Credence calmed himself down, and made him shrink back with great determination.
He needs to keep his emotional stability.
Johnson has also changed his mind about Credence.
He admitted that this person has the ability to protect Nagini.
"Wait, I'm going to ask."
Credence refused to leave now, staggering up to the researcher, looking him in the eye and asking, "How did you find this place?"
"Wizard, the wizard told us."
Terrified, the researchers poured out everything they knew.
Hearing that it was a wizard's betrayal made people feel incredible.
...
