HP black wizard in the United States comics

The head of the fallen werewolf exploded like a watermelon, blood splattering everywhere.

The werewolf howled angrily, but the rain of bullets did not stop, but intensified.

The gravel ricocheted everywhere, but it was difficult to penetrate the werewolf's thick fur.

Two more werewolves couldn't stand it any longer and rushed out from their hiding place, trying to get close to several wizards and kill them at close range.

But before they could run out of the large-caliber machine gun, the bullets would form a line of fire and hit them, knocking them away.

Then the wizards standing among the armed men raised their wands and cast several spells at random, piercing the flesh of the werewolves and killing them one by one.

The wizards took action again, the spells flickered, and several more werewolves fell into a pool of blood.

The militants also mobilized their guns and poured bullets into those who fell to the ground.

But finally the opportunity for the werewolf to fight back came.

The barrel of the heavy machine gun turned red due to the continuous firing, and the bullet chain filled with brass bullets had reached its end, and the empty bullet casings had covered the entire pickup truck compartment.

Machine gun fire disappeared into the darkness.

Militants wearing black hoods.He hurriedly opened the machine gun, tried to replace the bullet chain, and hurriedly poured water up the barrel.

But this time has been a long time coming.The attacker's firepower instantly disappeared a lot.

The werewolf, which had been suppressed for a long time, came out of hiding with a roar.They were on all fours, scurrying like a pack of wolves.

A few even climbed along the stone pillars to the top of the dock adjustment tower and pounced down from above.

Machine gun fire was lost.The small-aperture rifles in the hands of other militants are difficult to suppress the wolves.

The wolves did not attack in a straight line, but moved in an S-shape, constantly using the buildings and debris in the port as cover.Continuously reduce the distance to the attacker.

And those wizards who were relaxed at first began to feel a sense of crisis and began to go all out.

Light blue thunder and lightning swept across the entire scene, and stone thorns protruded from the ground.

But the wolves were moving too fast, too fast.

Ordinary people can only see countless afterimages flying by.Wizards are no better than ordinary people, and their neurological reaction speed is not much higher than that of ordinary people.They couldn't catch their shadow at all.

Not to mention making predictions and carrying out accurate strikes.

The distance of tens of meters is just a fleeting moment for the werewolf. In just a few breaths, the gray wolf shadow comes with a fishy wind.

Sharp nails popped out of the claws and stabbed into the human body with a roar.

The giant wolf roared and used its claws to tear each human body into pieces.

Blood splattered with broken human tissue, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The wizards try to attack.But our speed was too fast, and all kinds of magic spells were cast. Although two or three werewolves were kicked down, there were more jumping among the debris, constantly approaching the wizard.

The leading werewolf was over two meters tall.He pretended to pounce on the wizards, forcing them to give up attacking magic and instead apply shields.

But after taking two steps, he suddenly turned around.It hit the pickup truck loaded with machine guns hard.

The belt loaded with bullets had not yet been inserted into the chamber of the gun.The werewolf had already hit the pickup truck hard with his shoulder.

The werewolf's huge strength was used to the extreme, and he directly overturned the black-painted pickup truck.

The greatest threat to werewolves was eliminated.

They attacked more brazenly, and their piercing howls became louder in the moonlight.

However, they still have some power to deal with the armed men, but not the wizards.

No matter how hard the claws or the most powerful weapons are, it is difficult to break through the shield condensed with magic power.

As the saying goes, magic must be dealt with with magic, even if the magical ability inherent in it is attached to the tooth.But it's also difficult for them to tear through the shield because it takes time.

That means they have to face a curse head on.

But it was difficult for the wizards to achieve results, so they waved their wands and fired spells one after another, and began to cover the retreat of the remaining armed men.

The werewolves lost two more lives, being struck by several spells as they tried to pursue them.

So they also stopped chasing.Licking his wounds, he dragged his companion's corpse and began to disappear into the darkness.

But neither the wounded wailing of the werewolf nor the violent gunshots affected Lanier's sleep a few kilometers away.

When the night was over and he climbed out of bed, he was full of energy and magic.Already ready for new actions.

But in the early morning.Hum, the Ministry of Magic is not at work at this time, so there is no rush now.

Lanier casually grabbed the phone on the bedside table.Like a hotel requesting a breakfast delivered to your door.

And the other party's reaction was also very fast, almost in no time.About five or six minutes later, I heard a knock on the door.

"Here we come." Lanier shouted lazily, walking slowly towards the door.

But what responded to him was not a question mark from the waiter, but a loud bang.

Lanier was shocked, but fortunately in that thousandth of a second, he was well-trained and cast an iron armor spell on himself.

Translucent armor appeared on his body, blocking him from the fatal blow.

He rolled on the spot and overturned the table, using it as cover.

Lanier poked his head slightly and saw a big hole in the mahogany door panel, with a gun barrel sticking out from inside and moving towards his head.

"Damn it, go to hell, go to hell." Lanier, who had walked back and forth between life and death, roared angrily.

He raised his wand high, and the spear in the assassin's hand suddenly turned into a giant silver snake. It roared and crawled up his arm, twisting his neck.

The assassin was still struggling.He lost his rifle and reached into his pocket, trying to grab the revolver hidden inside.

But the silver snake kept tightening and suppressed his carotid artery and respiratory tract.

His neck and face instantly turned purple.The suffocation made his eyesight go black, and his fingers were so cold that he could no longer hold the wooden handle of the revolver.