The duel began in this inconspicuous little park. But unlike what the other spectators had imagined, the two black-robed wizards cautiously began to probe each other with magic at the same time.
Voldemort, who was so angry that he wanted to directly attack, had a doubtful look in his eyes. After investigation, he was completely clear that Allen's wandless spellcasting was probably better than his. However, if he did not use a wand, the power of magic would not be weakened, but he would lose the enhancement of the wand. Voldemort completely did not expect that Allen would bring such a large wand as a combat tool. Although the enhancement was greater than that of a wand, it would also cause the spellcasting to slow down, which was almost eliminated in modern times. Only a few people like Lucius or the mad-eyed man would hide their wands in a walking stick or a walking stick for the sake of being cultured or for the sake of hiding.
Allen could feel that Lord Voldemort was probing him like he was probing his opponent. Allen then activated his Eye of Prophecy, and the Lord Voldemort's possible defensive measures and tactical arrangements were transmitted to Allen's mind. But Allen only used Lord Voldemort as a reference for this kind of quick prophecy. The information he obtained was only the opponent's plan when he used his Eye of Prophecy, and the Lord Voldemort might even change his mind and use other tactics to attack and defend.
"Tom … It seems that I have surprised you today?" Allen asked Lord Voldemort. "Didn't you? I thought you would be more aggressive than last year … I didn't expect you to be so cautious … "
"You are testing my patience, boy. There are only two things that I can guarantee …" Lord Voldemort's bald head throbbed. He replied, "We may surprise each other today … but in the end, I will destroy you!"
Like a signal, the two black-robed wizards began to cast their spells at the same time. Then, almost at the same time, two magical energies burst out from the air. A gust of wind with black spots burst out from the tip of Lord Voldemort's wand, and thousands of blade-like negative energy rushed towards Allen in the shape of a cone. A few small insects that were commonly seen in summer fell to the ground and turned into ashes. They did not come into direct contact with the curse, but their lives were indirectly sucked dry.
But then, the burst of negative energy disappeared without a trace before it touched Allen, and he did not feel any change in temperature. Allen was already an experienced prophet. With the help of Spell Identification, he could tell that the Lord Voldemort was about to cast a spell before The Dark Lord was about to cast a spell, and he controlled the opposite magical energies to let them devour each other. Out of caution, he only dispelled it and did not reverse it like how he taught his students.
"Very good." Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes and reminded himself. "It seems that we will have to spend some time."
Neither of them expected to defeat the other so quickly.
Allen floated in the darkness behind the Shadow Shield, which was similar to a super-strong armor, so that Lord Voldemort could not pinpoint his position. Allen cast the spell as soon as he finished speaking, which would make the duel longer. But Allen thought it was worth it. In addition to protecting Allen from some basic spells, the Dark Lord could cast other powerful spells that could penetrate the Shadow Shield without weakening.
But at least the Shadow Shield could reduce Tom's options.
"Boy, what are you afraid of?" Lord Voldemort mocked Allen. "I'm different from your fans. I don't have any intention of kissing you." After saying that, Voldemort also cast a powerful protective armor on himself and conjured a silver shield that could block spells from thin air.
Allen, who was also floating in the darkness at the bottom of the Claw Rift Valley, laughed. "Tom, I decided to spend some time because I want to give you a warning. But I'll tell you the details later when you're willing to listen."
"We can simply float here." Lord Voldemort's tone became a little impatient. "Wait for one of us to disappear first. Your interesting shield, or my silver shield … But boy, do you want our duel to be so boring in front of all the wizards?"
"Well, you're right." Allen replied casually. He did not pay attention to whether the Dark Lord heard him or not. Then, the sound from the Shadow Shield indicated that he was about to cast another spell. The Dark Lord held his wand tightly, trying to identify the spell Allen was about to cast so that he could prepare to defend against it.
But to the Black Devil King's surprise, no magic came out from behind the Shadow Shield. Allen quickly teleported himself in the air and appeared ten feet behind the Black Devil King on the left. He then extended his right hand to the Black Devil King, and from the Black Devil King's expression, the Black Devil King could tell that the spell was a success.
Then, the pain from the Black Devil's left hand proved this point. He, who was very proficient in black magic, knew that his life force was flowing away from his left hand that was being held by Allen. He lowered his head and glanced at his pale left hand that was still holding the silver shield. The skin that was beginning to wither and spread as it started to rot proved this point.
They looked at each other as if they were looking at each other in the mirror.
Not far away, the surface of the Shadow Shield that Allen made was disintegrating rapidly. It made a strange sound that even distracted Lord Voldemort. However, the pain that continued to persist made Lord Voldemort shake his head and use his magic to resist the vampiric touch of his opponent. Then, instead of trying to distance himself from his opponent to escape the spell's range, Lord Voldemort flew towards Allen and further shortened the distance between them. He was ready to cast another spell that he had been preparing for a long time.
A magic orb with black and red flames appeared at the tip of the wand in The Dark Lord's right hand. He looked down at Allen. The pain in his left hand had disappeared, but Lord Voldemort still retracted his right arm and aimed at the white-haired sorcerer's face. Then, he threw the magic orb that was made of the power of chaos and evil.
Allen's cold gaze, which seemed to be looking at him as if he was looking at a dead person, attacked him. He, who had already dispelled the magic from before, let a series of poems with an obscure ancient magic tone that the mysterious person could not recognize to form an incantation that quickly echoed between the two of them.
The Dark Lord took the initiative to attack. Allen's movements in the air suddenly slowed down. The air around him became hot due to Lord Voldemort's magic orb, and he found it difficult to breathe. After a short explosion, the sound of bubbles bursting became louder. Allen's arcane staff hit his own face due to the change in air pressure. After being hit by the pit fiend skull at the top of the staff, Allen felt his lower lip go numb for a moment. This made him, who had never experienced pain other than in the Moon Shrine, unable to control the sourness of the pain caused tears to well up in his eyes.
The Black Devil King's expression changed from excitement to shock. His Inferno Magic Orb, which contained the concentrated energy of the demons of the bottomless Abyss, was supposed to release a huge fireball with a diameter of seven steps when it neared the boy's head, completely burning his handsome face — but none of that happened.
A gush of blue-black smoke spewed out from the air around Allen. Lord Voldemort told himself that the energy of the smoke was the one he was most familiar with. In the instant his heart beat half a beat, the blue-black smoke formed a whirlpool under the force of the wind.
Lord Voldemort watched as the magic orb he cast and the light it produced were absorbed into the whirlpool. Then The Dark Lord realized that it was not only his magic, but he was also unknowingly affected by it because he was too close. The mysterious man felt his joints gradually weaken, and his hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably. An unprecedented sense of weakness and aging surrounded the Dark Lord. The flying spell of the Dark Lord also lost its effect. The black smoke was sucked away, and he revealed his human form and fell to the ground.
The spell Allen cast was an energy absorption spell that was almost on the same level as the Gate Between Worlds. He opened a channel that connected the spellcaster's world with the negative energy, and Allen himself became the conductor that connected the two worlds. He absorbed the vitality and magic of the target, The Dark Lord, to replenish himself temporarily.
After landing, Lord Voldemort began to try to remove the curse on himself, but the feeling of weakness told him that he could not do anything for the time being. So he raised his silver shield with one hand and said, "It should be, Harris. What kind of magic is this?"
Because of the extra temporary vitality and the absorption of some of The Dark Lord's chaotic magic, Allen looked a little more excited than before. He pulled his lower lip and touched it. With a slightly fierce and cruel expression, he confirmed that the bite wound caused by his staff hitting his teeth had healed. "Tom, I have to pay you back for this."
"What?!" The Dark Lord, who was still on the ground, responded. Then he saw Allen descending from the sky.
"Even my father has never hit my face …" Allen said, holding his staff with both hands. He then looked at Lord Voldemort's bald head and said, "I mean, I have to pay you back for this …"
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