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Chapter 1445

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After receiving the order, the Auror guards and strikebreakers in the spectator stands hurriedly rushed down the stairs to the side of the spectator stands. They pulled out their wands and tried to dispel the protective shield formed by the Super Armor Spell.

After the shocking performance, Allen, who had suffered so many Slaughter Curses, took a deep breath and hid his discomfort. Then, he used the Multiple Shadows ability. Three Allen Harriss appeared in different directions of the duel arena, forming a triangle.

Each of the Allen was doing the same thing, shooting out a green ray from each of their hands. The three green rays formed three huge anchors in the air and smashed deep into the ground. The area where the anchors were located was shrouded by a force field that glowed with emerald light.

At this time, facing Allen's demonstration, the assassins realized that the green light did not affect them. However, the Phantom Shift spell did not work. It was an upgraded version of the Dimensional Lock spell that Allen had used to target a single dimensional anchor. Although it did not last as long as the modern wizard's Anti-Phantom Shift spell and had a wide range, it was faster to cast. With the help of the doppelgangers and various Supreme Magical Skills, it could still cover most of the duel arena.

Dimitar, who had just landed, picked up the broom that he had just put down and shouted, "Harris has set up an instantaneous Anti-Phantom Shift spell! Follow me if you don't want to die. "

In order to rush out, the assassins chose to dispel the Super Shield Spell like the Aura and tried to escape as soon as possible. In the duel arena, the young and aggressive contestants were also fighting with the wizards who had chosen to attack Allen.

At this time, there was a sudden change in the stands. An American wizard sitting below Harris' box stood up, raised his wand high, and screamed in a trembling voice, "Rush in and kill them!"

As the Aura and strikers had already gone down the stairs and approached the duel arena, there was almost no protection around the box. When Stefanos Miltsakakis realized that he might have made a mistake, he could only watch as the assassins closest to him rushed in.

A pale green light shone out from the window of the box. The wizards near Harris' box in the audience no longer hid themselves. They pulled out their wands from all directions, some from under their cloaks, some from their sleeves. In an instant, hundreds of people besieged Harris' box. In order to prevent Harris from escaping, they rushed forward and knocked down some of the ordinary spectators. Some even killed some of the spectators.

In just a few seconds, more than thirty people had rushed into the private room. The sounds of battle and roars of anger could be heard coming from inside. The attackers on the outside tried to throw magic spells into the private room through the viewing window. However, the protective amulets engraved on the private room seemed to have worked. The amulets neutralized the magic spells and diverted the attacks to other places.

Some of the scorching flames were bounced back and fell onto the spectator stands, causing the spectator stands to be in a mess.

Screams could be heard from the audience. Some people huddled together and looked around in fear. Worried witches were crying everywhere, and adepts were calling for their friends or siblings. The helpless adepts were desperately looking for a place to hide, while even more people had turned into black mist and teleported away in a panic. They wanted to leave the arena as quickly as possible.

However, it was not an easy task to have tens of thousands of wizards moving around in the large audience. The curses caused by the trampling and shoving, the screams of those who were accidentally injured, and the violent explosions of magic spells … The entire duel arena was a mess.

The Aura guards who tried to help from the edge of the audience shouted orders and tried to maintain order, but to no avail.

In the German box opposite Harris' box, the director of the German Aura and the head of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, who were involved in the conspiracy to kill Allen, could not keep calm when they saw the chaotic scene.

"Are your people crazy?! Why did you send people to attack Harris' box at this time? " Telman grabbed the railing in front of him tightly and turned his head to yell, "Allen Harris is still alive! You saw that he was not even afraid of the Killing Curse! "

"It's not me! This is not right … Who took advantage of us to assassinate Allen … "Obaronsk's thick eyebrows were knitted into a knot, and his eyes were red as he stared at Telman." No, we have to think of a way. Telman, hurry up and think of a way … Harris will definitely take revenge on us. He is not dead, and he is a prophet! He will find out sooner or later! "

At this time, two figures jumped out from the door of Harris' box. Braving the flying magic spells, they quickly counterattacked.

The magic staff in Penello's hand spat out a lot of white spider webs. In addition to covering the area around the box with the substance that made it difficult for people to move, she also quickly tied up the wizard in front and threw him into the air with great force on the Super Armor Spell that had not completely dissipated yet. Crackling sounds were heard, and the wizard was disintegrated into powder and fell to the ground.

The other one was Albert. He held the magic staff in his hand and acted as a guard for Penello, blocking the magic spells that were shot at her from the surrounding assassins.

Although both of them were powerful Aura, there were just too many wizards outside the door. The two of them could not help but feel a little flustered when faced with a large group of assassins.

But it was enough to make the assassins panic. If it was not for the sound of fighting coming from inside the box, it meant that the 30 or so people who rushed in just now were most likely dead. But at this time, the two people guarding the door were enough to make the assassins realize that apart from Allen, the other Harris were obviously much more difficult to deal with than they expected.

Then, as if to confirm their guess, the window of Harris' box suddenly shattered. Owen Harris's angry face appeared at the window. Many crackling lightning sparks appeared at the tip of his magic staff and quickly extended in front of him. Like a chain of lightning, it instantly entangled a male wizard and continued to continue to connect with the next one. In the end, the chain of lightning finally electrocuted seven people into charcoal.

"I am Owen Harris, the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic. Put down your magic staff and surrender to me now. I will guarantee you the treatment you deserve!" Owen, who had used a loud voice, put on a brave and invincible posture and stood in front of the window with his head held high and chest out.

Following which, Owen was greeted by even more Demonic Curses, which surged toward him from all directions.

Many spells shot into the box through the window that Owen pushed open. There was a loud explosion, the room was set on fire, and billowing smoke drifted out of the open window. After Owen's brief appearance, the assassins besieging them actually had a chance to throw the spells into the box, even if there were some of their own people inside.

"It's too dangerous to stay here … Allen Harris is not dead, his family was attacked …" Telman's red eyes glanced at the patterns in the box. "Good luck, Obalonsk. When we go back, we have to find the people who did this … It's best to blame it on the Americans who have been in conflict with them recently … But we have to be prepared to bear the wrath of Harris … Wait!" Then, Telman thought of something and shouted angrily, "Why was it the double-headed eagle's signal? Wasn't it your people who sent the signal? "

"I'm really sorry, Heinrich. My subordinates acted on their own …" Obalonsk said dryly, but in his heart, he prayed that Harris would vent all his anger on the German. "We have to get away from here … I hope his family is fine …"

Then there was another burst of explosion, and Obalonsk's figure turned into a black fog in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace. Telman looked at the place where the Bulgarian disappeared in annoyance and disappeared as well.

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