Chapter 713
Fighting
Chapter 713 Fighting
Voldemort's wand traced an arc in the air, and dozens of sparks burst from its tip, instantly transforming into giant snakes that hissed and lunged at the puppet.
Burn them all!
Voldemort's low, hoarse roar echoed through the night sky.
The fire serpent seemed to teleport, directly coiling around the crab and mantis at the front. The high temperature melted the crab's hard shell, and black molten iron dripped down the bent crab legs. Several crabs lost their balance and their bodies fell over helplessly.
The mantis puppet's body was mostly made of non-flammable materials. It charged forward against the flames and then crashed headfirst into a transparent barrier in the air!
It paused, broke through the obstruction, and swung its scythe at a Death Eater. The hard ground beneath its feet suddenly softened!
Swamp Curse!
The praying mantis's six segments sank instantly into the mud, and the more it struggled, the faster it sank. As it tried to break free, four or five beams of light from incantations simultaneously fell upon it.
Green fragments of the mantis's body flew everywhere, and its compound eyes flickered a few times before finally dimming.
The Death Eaters surrounded Voldemort, wildly waving their wands and unleashing curses in all directions. After all, they were all adult wizards, and the power of their curses was incomparable to that of students in school.
"Collapse!"
A cheetah that had just emerged suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.
"Shattered to pieces!"
Half of the crab's body exploded into pieces, and it crashed to the ground.
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
The angry roar of the gorilla stopped abruptly, and its body was instantly engulfed by the flames of the explosion.
Some of the golems were manipulated by the Confusion and Imperius Curses, turning against their companions and even attempting to attack Vader, only to be swept away by the giant jellyfish golem.
"That jellyfish!" a Death Eater shouted, forgetting even to disguise his voice. "Control that jellyfish, and these guys will crumble!"
The Soul-Stealing Curses were fired one after another at the jellyfish’s enormous body, but were blocked by the dense swarm of wasps.
They even abandoned their advantage of flight, crowding together to cover the jellyfish, swarming like bees, as if draping the jellyfish in a coat that would flutter in the wind.
Wasps controlled by the Soul-Stealing Curse will be instantly torn apart by their own kind, rendering them completely useless.
While spells like the Stunning Curse, the Explosion Curse, and the Fire Curse might completely destroy a small puppet if they land on one or two wasps, their overall effect is negligible, like plucking a hair from a giant.
The new wasps immediately took their places, leaving no gaps.
Frustrated by repeated failures, the Death Eaters had no choice but to abandon their plan to control the jellyfish. One of them shouted angrily, "That kid's only a teenager, right? Where did he get the time to make so many puppets?"
“What do you think?” another Death Eater, Nott, said gloomily. “Didn’t we all see it during the competition? He can create a whole bunch of these things with a wave of his hand. If he just spends half an hour every day, the accumulated quantity will be quite considerable.”
Before he could finish speaking, he couldn't help but glance at Voldemort—who was directing fire serpents to melt more puppets.
The reason the Dark Lord valued Vader Gray and wanted to recruit him was because he saw that the puppets Vader Gray created could be directly transformed into an army.
Little did people know that Gray, who lived in the Peace School, did not naively treat the puppets as mere toys or companions... His development of the puppets far exceeded most people's expectations.
Nott waved his wand and repelled a praying mantis that charged at him, secretly awestruck by the seemingly endless number of them.
Even now, he can still see new puppets constantly emerging from the cabinet.
One man forming an army... without any guidance from anyone, fourteen-year-old Wade Gray had already accomplished it.
That makes sense – otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to create such a powerful magic puppet in such a short time using the limited materials in the forest during the competition.
Perhaps the Dark Lord also saw this, which is why he never used a more terrifying spell to kill Vader Grey directly—even though the killing intent in his heart had long since swelled to its limit.
Although Wade Grey may seem quite arrogant at this moment, it is undoubtedly due to the influence of Harry Potter's voluntary sacrifice for him.
Once this memory is erased, Vader Gray, who has grown up again under the personal tutelage of the Dark Lord, will only have one stance!
Nott thought to himself, secretly pleased that he might have guessed Voldemort's plan. He turned to look at his companion who had been intent on killing Wade Grey, a sense of superiority welling up inside him.
...where are the people?
The room was empty; the companion who had just been casting curses had vanished!
“Avery?”
Nott couldn't help but cry out, looking around. Just then, he felt a slight, sharp pain in the back of his neck, like being gently pricked by a needle.
He instinctively reached out to touch it, and his fingertips touched something hard and cold, like a small pebble embedded in his skin.
Nott pulled hard, and the pain in his neck made him hiss. Looking closely, he realized that what he was pinching with his fingertips was a tiny ant.
To be precise, it's an ant puppet.
His pupils suddenly trembled.
“What the hell—”
In that instant, something seemed to move on my sleeve and suddenly landed on my wrist.
Nott stared in horror, his eyes widening—
Before he knew it, countless ant puppets had crawled onto his body. As soon as he noticed, all the ants seemed to receive some kind of command, and simultaneously plunged their stingers into his skin, injecting venom.
Sting!
In an instant, a sharp pain shot up my spine like an electric current, and the toxins raged through my body with my blood, making every inch of the bitten skin feel like it was being burned.
Nott's vision went black. He wanted to shout, but only hoarse gasps came out of his throat.
Then, the man knelt heavily on the ground, his pupils dilated, and the buzzing in his ears swallowed up all other sounds.
In the moments before he lost consciousness, he saw countless ants crawling onto his body, covering him with a black "cloak"; they also burrowed under his body, slightly lifting him off the ground, and then quickly moving towards the church.
Now, Nott knows how Avery disappeared.
The air on the battlefield was distorted by dense spells, and various colored lights intertwined into a deadly net. Those majestic large golems became Voldemort's main focus and the Death Eaters' concentrated firepower.
However, these ants, which are almost integrated with the ground, play a huge and obvious role.
Following Avery and Nott, Crabbe's massive body suddenly stiffened, then he fell with a scream, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"waste!"
Voldemort roared and swung his wand violently. A black wall of fire suddenly rose from the ground around the Death Eater camp, encircling them in the blink of an eye. The ant-like puppets that charged ahead were instantly burned, while most of the puppets remained outside the wall of fire.
“Wade Gray!”
Voldemort's wand was pointed directly at the boy surrounded by jellyfish puppets at the church entrance, and a faint green light seemed to burst forth from the tip of the wand.
He revealed a terrifying expression, and his very soft voice rang in everyone's ears:
"The game's over, kid! Don't think these little toys can stop any attack. If you keep resisting, I'll show you what real terror is..."
Before the words were finished, the heavy oak doors of the monastery suddenly shattered, scattering fragments like cannonballs. At the same time, a tall, slender figure walked in unhurriedly through the dust and smoke.
"Oh My God……"
A cheerful voice echoed in the courtyard, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"How interesting... I'd really like to see what true terror is..."
Moonlight pierced through the dust, illuminating the figure of the person who had arrived.
Her long brown hair was tied into a slightly messy ponytail at the back of her head. Her skin was pale, but she did not look sickly. Instead, she looked like a marble sculpture that had been brought to life.
He had a slight smile on his face, but his eyes looked dangerous and deadly.
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