Chapter 472 (1/2)

Dumbledore's curse, under the control of mental power, firmly locked the body changed by the black fog.

In one magic spell after another, the body of the God of death was disintegrated one after another, as if it had been gnawed by something, and one after another of the holes appeared on his body.

This spell is so powerful that Fanlin does not doubt its power at all. Even Dante's buildings also show signs of fragmentation of the amusement park. If these divine patterns were not stable, in such an attack, one side of the temple seemed to be broken by Dumbledore.

However, such a powerful spell seems to be useless, as it was for the atomized body of death before.

Death's body is constantly tumbling, more and more black matter is absorbed, and his body is restored in an instant.

It didn't do it any real harm unless it was completely evaporated for a moment.

This sounds very difficult, Dumbledore's curse in the harm at the same time also succeeded in angering him.

Even if it turns into human nature, death can't change his animal instinct.

There was no furious abuse. Instead, it was a strange roar that rang through the heart.

This voice is very strange, but also makes people feel afraid, like a soul hiding in the river of hell, endless suffering into a shrill howl, and then in the bottom of people's hearts was magnified countless times.

The patron saint's curse quickly builds up a silver white barrier, and Fanlin's cat sits at his feet.

However, the shield of the patron mantra can not completely block this kind of attack which tends to be primitive.

With the roar of death, the light of the guardian curse began to vibrate unsteadily. The silver white barrier is gradually dissatisfied with the tiny cracks.

Although the patron saint mantra can block the invasion of energy, but for the transmission of sound, it is spiritual acceptance.

Death's attack is very effective. The sound goes directly through the eardrum of the people, pounding heavily in the most sensitive and vulnerable depths of the soul.

At this moment, the brain block, which had been working, stopped, and more and more fear grew out of van Lin's mind. It's like meeting a Dementor, that cold feeling and losing all happiness.

Sirius is even more so. It can be said that his performance is even worse than expected. He has faced hundreds of Dementors, those swallowing all the mouths and sucking the soul of Sirius.

It took Sirius a long time to recover, but the Dementor's terror planted the seeds of fear in his heart.