William stood on the stone steps, staring at the man who was descending on earth, and said aloud:

"No matter whether you are God or not, I cannot be your servant, nor will you give up the Deathly Hallows, nor will you let me go with those owners of the Holy Artifacts.

And a lot of them are my close friends.

After all, we are talking to each other. In the end, we have to look at who has a bigger fist and who is more reasonable."

"So..." He curled his lips and sneered, "I haven't killed the gods yet! It's just right to practice your hands."

Death was in a trance for a moment. I haven’t heard such arrogant words in years?

The four giants a thousand years ago or Merlin a thousand five hundred years ago?

Or maybe, when he slaughtered the previous god of death with his own hands, he also said such a bold statement?!

But no matter what, he has lived until now and will continue to live forever and rule the world!

William stretched out his hand and took it out towards the safety table. Although he spoke wildly, he was not aimless.

That's right, with his previous strength, he didn't even surpass Voldemort. If he faced Death, he would definitely die and die.

But knowing that Death will come, how could he not prepare in advance?

William quickly took out a golden glove.

The gloves are made of magic metal, with six balls of black matter embedded on the back, lingering under them, like six gems.

The shape looks very similar to Thanos's Infinity Gloves, but it is an alchemy item created by Nico and can carry... silently!

When young wizards suppress their magical abilities, they will produce a powerful and dark magical life.

That is, silently.

There are young wizards who are silently, and when they are out of control, they can even fight against more than a dozen adult wizards at the same time without being at a disadvantage.

Of course, it's strong... After all, if you exchange your life, the silent person will almost never live to be ten years old.

As for why William had so much silence, of course it was not his fault.

Last summer vacation, in the United States, Graves, the senior executive of the Purge, captured the little wizard and trained the silent ones.

Grevis detonated silently and directly destroyed New York.

After William and Hermione stopped him, they rescued the innocent little wizard at their residence and found many stripped silent silences.

William could not have left this "nuclear weapon" to the American Demons and France, so he brought it back to Britain.

He didn't want to use this power either.

The substance of silence is too dangerous. Not only does it erode the body, but it is also at risk of "nuclear explosions".

But the current situation is more than just an urgent need?

In this case, you can only do extraordinary things at extraordinary times.

William did not directly transplant silently into his body. Under such erosion, he would not live long.

If you want to use this powerful force safely, you can only place your hopes on Nico and the Book of Alchemy.

Nico is indeed the world's strongest alchemist. He really made this glove before the god of death arrived.

After William took it on, he was able to use it as a transit station to absorb this power slightly "gentle".

This is also why he dared to fight the God of Death, and he has given all his money for this battle!

William's eyes were firm, and after wearing the gloves on his left hand, the magic power in his body increased step by step.

This powerful magic power is far beyond the peak Voldemort, and it can be called a human form... a Philosopher's Stone!

The man also noticed that William's momentum was rising suddenly. He just smiled slightly and didn't care.

He has seen too many ways to force his strength and even invented many methods.

It may be useful to face a wizard, but if you want to defeat him by relying on this, then the God of Death will be a joke.

Between mortals and death,

There is an irreparable gap!

The man was not even ready to do it himself. He put his hands on his chest and recited a spell, as if he was summoning something.

William's momentum finally climbed to the top and jumped out of the stone steps.

Fall into the foot of the mountain.

Crashing into the god of death.

William, who was stealing the flying magic of Voldemort, walked like a sea eagle, and instantly crossed the 100-meter stone steps.

When he fell to the ground, his knees bent slightly, and the magic power that was accidentally scattered all over his body, even knocking out a large pit several people at the foot of the mountain.

William jumped out of the pit, raised his hand and instantly fired seventeen Avadas's life.

Each killing curse is as thick as a giant python, and it is culled in the blink of an eye, like a dense laser net.

"Is that banister who is calling you?" William began to disturb his mind, and he mocked:

"It can't come, it will be killed soon and become a snake soup!"

The combat power of the banister monster is at least at the Venetian water dragon level.

It was impossible for William to deal with the Basilisk and the God of Death at the same time.

I could only let Dumbledore and Newt go to rob and kill halfway.

The man didn't care, and it seemed that he had reacted too late. He didn't hide or avoid it, and rushed towards the green light.

The God of Death flicked his finger and tapped it on a green light. The Death Curse disappeared instantly.

A trace of bloody mark broke out on the man's fingers, but before the bleeding blossoms bloomed, he returned to normal.

Avadasauming, who still resolves the curse, returned to the man for the first time without success, as if it was just a weak light.

And more than a dozen green lights came out, and he even stretched out his palm and grabbed it lightly in his hand.

The energy beam formed by Avadasauming was intercepted, and he scattered it casually and floated in the air like a spear.

Such high-density polymeric black magic was easily solidified and treated by him, and even played with it in his hands!

It simply subverts imagination.

The god of death brushed the semicircle with one hand, and the green spear solidified by the killing curse circled around and turned to slaughter William.

It suddenly started to rain heavily in the sky.

William's sleeves were floating, roaring, and he stirred his wand.

The rain like a splash of ink was pulled over, condensed into a thread of water sword and shot towards the green light.

The man smiled disdainfully.

The green spear and the water sword collided with each other. William's water sword, which originally had hopes to change the trajectory of the killing curse, was torn apart and sputtered countless times.

The next second, Avadasauri exploded instantly, and the biting wave of chilling air burst out from that node with a breath of destruction.

The huge impact force instantly rushed straight into the sky.

Meanwhile, William's hands were put together, and the black mist wrapped him, barely avoiding the impact.

He whispered: "Under Mania!"

The black fog suddenly enveloped the world, and the surroundings were pitch black, as if it was stagnant and still.

No one noticed the six dark forces, and circled a huge arc path and floated to it.

These monsters, imitated by silent and powerful magic, attacked the god of death silently.

The man was clearly shrouded in darkness, but he stretched out his right hand without warning. He quietly approached quietly, but he could not avoid it. He held it hard in his palm.

The silent violent force wandered around his fingers, and the god of death, who was holding one hand behind him, looked down at him.

Just like a child seeing something interesting, he stretched out his hand and his palms faced each other. He gently wiped it, and grabbed the second one silently.

Two little tigers silently like captured tigers, no longer able to struggle

William raised his wand, clenched his left five fingers, and all of them silently attacked the god of death.

They spit out light columns, and their fierce magic power raged in the sky.

Bang!

The God of Death waved his arm with one hand and instantly slapped around him six times in a row. The clouds were calm and gentle, not like some murderous moves, but like a casual guide.

After a moment, six loud bangs exploded, and six large pits were blown out, almost shaking the eardrums.

The man walked slowly and moved lightly, easily tearing away the black fog and looking into the distance.

It turned out that William had completed his magic while this time.

He curled his fingers, crossed the four fingers of his left hand and the second knuckles of his right hand, making a complex trajectory.

He raised it high again and aimed at the sky.

The rain in the sky became heavier, as if someone was pouring out the sea water in the sky, and he would not stop until the fish drowned.
To be continued...