The demon from the bottomless abyss looked somewhat similar to Bair. Its silhouette was like a huge humanoid monster made of flames and shadows. It also looked like a moving shadow, and its whole body was burning with raging flames. But unlike Bair, its head was more like the skull of a cow or goat that had been skinned. Its teeth were strangely shaped and sharp, hanging on its face. Its nose was wide and flat, and its body was covered with red muscles. It wore a costume made of thick metal chains, and in the middle of its body hung the skull of a ram as a breastplate. The weapon in its hand was not a lightning sword like Bair's, but a flaming machete that could be used with both hands.
Looking at the summoned Balor blocking in front of him, the mysterious man did not care about anything else in order to cast 'Heal as Before' on himself. He cast a Mirror Image spell on himself. As the Black Devil King, he was different from Allen when he was in his fourth year. He could directly achieve the best effect of this spell, creating eight mirror images.
Since the end of the duel with Allen after the battle at the Ministry of Magic, Lord Voldemort had changed his mindset of only attacking and defending directly. He no longer thought that illusion was just a trick of incompetent wizards. Not only did he change his attitude, but he also learned Mirror Image himself. As long as he asked his Death Eaters to arrange for the children who had been taught by Allen to meet, Lord Voldemort could easily understand the spells that Allen had taught from the children who had not mastered Brain Seal.
In an instant, nine copies of Lord Voldemort appeared on the field. They pointed their wands at the soles of their feet and cast Heal as Before on the dirty soles of their feet. The Lego imprints on the soles of their feet disappeared in an instant.
As Lord Voldemort cast Heal as Before on himself, he looked up at Allen who was not moving at all. He sneered, and deliberately imitated the tone that Allen used to command the pit fiend that he found troublesome during the fifth grade battle. He pointed at Allen and roared, "Kill that white-haired one!"
* Thud! Thud!
Thud! * Thud! * The balor exploded with a powerful aura, causing its body and Allen's surroundings to erupt with raging flames. However, Allen casually cast a Frost Fire Spell, and it was like those wizards in the Middle Ages who deliberately teased Muggle to be burned at the stake. It was safe and sound in the fire.
Unlike the devils who liked to study battle tactics, this demon did not care whether its first spell was effective or not. It raised the flaming scimitar in its hand, and with its mountain-like body, it rushed towards Allen. These demons who lived in the bottomless abyss were good at using brute force to solve all problems. Their large size gave them an innate advantage.
"Ha! Harris kid, don't think that you're the only one who can learn these moves! Where's your clone? If you don't use it now, you won't have another chance! " The mysterious person who was about to be healed sneered, but his eyes were filled with more fear than before.
From the minds of the children of the Death Eaters, the Dark Lord knew that this white-haired boy could create clones that were different from mirror images, allowing the clones to have the ability to cast spells. However, Allen did not seem to have any intention of using it. This was also the reason why the Dark Lord, who thought that he had suffered a small loss, tried to use his summoned creatures to test his opponent.
The demon was about to reach Allen. It had already raised its giant scimitar to split the little guy in front of it and scatter his internal organs all over the place. With a sharp whistling sound, the demon opened its mouth full of sharp fangs ferociously. It was already a few steps away from raising its flaming scimitar and smashing it down on the head of Allen, who did not dodge or dodge. But the scimitar was only half swung …
"Gua?!"
In the next instant, the running demon lost its footing. It let go of its scimitar and flailed its arms, but to no avail. In the blink of an eye, the illusory spell that Allen had cast on the ground failed due to the demon's direct contact. An arched Otherworld Gate made of countless skulls that seemed to be screaming silently appeared on the ground. However, unlike the Otherworld Gate that was perpendicular to the ground, it was flat on the ground like a pit for the demon to step into.
On the other side of the Otherworld Gate was a wasteland full of scorched, gravel-filled wasteland. A stream full of blood slowly flowed on the wasteland, and the air was filled with blood-red light …
When the demon fell into the trap, Allen pulled out a pillow from his waist pouch and threw it to the demon. "Hold my pillow."
"Avernus? … No!!! " The falling demon's upper body had not yet passed through the Otherworld Gate. It instinctively grabbed the pillow and continued to scream, trembling in fear. In the end, it fell helplessly into the Otherworld Gate. It looked like it was swallowed by the Otherworld Gate full of skulls. This Balor, the most powerful Balor from the Abyss, bravely fell into the base camp of the demons' mortal enemy.
"Trash!!!" As soon as Lord Voldemort stepped on the flat ground again, Lord Voldemort, who had recovered from the pain and regained some spirit, saw this scene. The Dark Lord, who had wanted to use the same trick to retaliate against Allen during the battle with the Ministry of Magic, watched as his summoned creature was magically turned into nothing by Allen.
But even though he knew that he was at a disadvantage and was surprised by Allen's unconstrained magic, the humiliation and anger did not let Lord Voldemort give up on revenge. He felt that although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, the insidious and cunning tricks used by the opponent would not really cause him great harm. In the current corruption, the opponent did not show any overwhelming magical power.
Lord Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Allen and let out a sharp and sinister laugh. "Boy, I have to admit that you're very clever. You're so clever that …"
Lord Voldemort looked angrily at Allen, who was smiling and squinting his eyes. In Lord Voldemort's eyes, he felt that the opponent was particularly abominable. He cast a few Death Curses in succession, but Allen evaded all of them using the same method as before.
"But I'd like to see how many of my curses you can take. Let's see how long you can laugh!" Lord Voldemort snorted coldly and looked at Allen, who had turned into a mist with several large holes in his body. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong with his face, and the stifled laughter by the side of the field also reached his ears.
Lord Voldemort looked left and right at his own reflection. He saw the long, bright red and yellow Gryffindor scarves on the eight Lord Voldemort's shoulders. Allen also sewed a Hogwarts Gryffindor emblem on the chest of the pure black robes. Since the moment Lord Voldemort started to cast summoning spells to find an opportunity to heal himself, Allen had secretly added these clothes on him one after another. It was as if The Dark Lord was wearing a Gryffindor school uniform.
What made Lord Voldemort feel strange was that a pair of large black round-rimmed glasses, which were the glasses that Allen borrowed from Harry earlier, had slipped down from the bridge of his nose without a nose. A traditional German men's feather felt hat had appeared on his bald head, and the feathers on the hat were swaying gently with the night wind. The hat that Luna won against the red-nosed old man, Grimson, was now covering the bald head of the Dark Lord.
As if his eyes were stung by the dazzling red and gold, Lord Voldemort's slender nostrils flared, and his lipless mouth twisted horribly. The angry red eyes even became a little hollow. Lord Voldemort, who began to tremble in anger, felt a chill all over his body. He could not think of anything else. He was going to fight the bastard in front of him who had humiliated him.
"Please wait for a moment, Tom. There's still something missing …" Allan could tell that the mysterious man was trembling strangely, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry. As expected, the movement of putting the hat and glasses is too big. Did you feel it …"
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