After yelling, Allen let go of his staff and let it hang in the air. He quickly waved his hands, and the hem of his robe followed his movements and drew a round arc in the air.
Blue flames rose from where his finger was pointing. Like a gigantic musical note, they instantly devoured the three Magi who had rushed to attack Allen at the front line. The wailing Magus could only watch helplessly as his body turned into ashes that emitted blue light in the blink of an eye.
The screams suddenly sounded, and then stopped abruptly.
These flames did not go out of control because there were other innocent contestants in the duel arena at this time. Therefore, Allen did not let this fire escape protect his body like a fierce fire and turn into a huge monster to wantonly destroy. Instead, he used his hands to precisely control the range and extent of their casting. However, the killing under his precise control revealed his even more terrifying magic control and the power of this curse.
His staff did not rest either. Small blue lightning bolts burst out from the tip of the staff. They crackled and quickly gathered into powerful lightning bolts. They stretched out like a lightning whip and struck towards the group of wizards who were attacking him. It was just like the spell that his father, Owen, had just cast. However, it was obviously a more powerful and sturdy version.
The lightning flashed and raged wildly in the duel arena. It was like a lightning python with intelligence, accurately searching for the wizards who attacked Allen before, and wrapped them up. The exposed skin of these contestants who could not resist the lightning began to spread like a spider web, and the surroundings were scorched black like charcoal. Before they were completely burned into black charcoal and collapsed into powder, they had already died after a few violent twitches.
Allen floated in the air like this, his lower body emitting a black fog. The first time he attacked, the wizards did not dare to take a step forward. However, the magic attacks on their hands did not stop because of this. In order to avoid the inevitable fate in their hearts, they threw out all kinds of unique spells and alchemy items as if they were free.
Of course, most of them were automatically blocked and nullified by the enchantment that Allen had set up before, and a small number of them broke through the enchantment's defense and were immune to it by himself.
What followed was cruel revenge. Allen pointed his staff at a wizard on his left who was constantly casting spells to harass him. A few magic missiles were shot out, and the force field exploded after contact, blowing the wizard into many pieces.
Allen's hand did not stop there. He pointed at the wizard beside him, and the wizard suddenly turned into a stone statue. Unlike the petrification spells that the wizards loved to use, this unlucky guy was really turned into a stone statue. Then, he was accidentally hit by the spells cast by the others around him. After he fell to the ground, his body exploded, revealing the petrified organs and gray stone bones in his chest.
After Alan launched his attacks against so many people, everyone finally understood just how terrifying his spellcasting speed was. With the blessings of instantaneous spellcasting, spell sequencing, and accidental chaining, Alan was able to release several times the amount of magic spells in the time it took others to cast a spell. Apart from the ancient magic spells that would be slightly spaced apart, it was as if all the other spells contained the power of thunder, and ordinary spells that were far more powerful than normal directly shot out from his palms as a small appetizer between the intervals.
Mournful screams could be heard only a few times before they were annihilated. Some of the wizards' souls were visible to the naked eye and then shattered into pieces. Then, Allen's Ten Thousand Bullets Spell made the exploded body pieces shoot out from the ground and continuously attack the surrounding targets.
These assassins were scared witless by Allen's killing methods. Some of the wizards were almost instinctively casting spells. Many of them were so frightened that they almost gave up resisting and sat on the ground, trembling. They stared coldly at the corpses, waiting for their fate to come.
Those who were still rational did not dare to continue attacking Allen. Instead, they saw that the super iron shield that the staff of the Greek Ministry of Magic had raised at the beginning of the finals was about to break. They changed their target, wanting to break the shield as soon as possible and escape with Phantom Shifting.
As for the ordinary contestants, they had completely stopped moving. They stood awkwardly on the spot, not daring to move in case they were accidentally implicated. After all, in their understanding, the curse had no eyes. In such a chaotic situation, anything could happen. Furthermore, they subconsciously distanced themselves from Allen. Such strength, such coldness, and killing without blinking was truly terrifying.
No one in the arena wanted to show anything in the duel. In the face of this absolute difference in power, the wizards understood the difference in spellcasting between Allen and the ordinary wizards. They knew that Allen had a spellcasting advantage against them, just like how they had a spellcasting advantage against Muggle.
Only the other group of assassins around Harris' box did not give up completely. Instead, they increased the intensity of their attacks in an attempt to make some contributions before the enchantment on the side of the field was destroyed. The wizards did not realize that they had somewhat abnormally neglected the fact that Alan did not go to Harris' box to help his family even though he had the absolute advantage for such a long time.
After no one in the arena dared to fight against Allen, Allen did not intend to let the assassins who tried to assassinate him go. He raised his hands and drew lines along the boundary of the duel arena. Otherworld Portals appeared in several directions, causing the wizards at the border to retreat.
Apart from the smell of sulphur, all that came out of the portals were devils that made one's hair stand on end.
The four-metre-tall pit fiends waved the flaming whips in their hands, their yellow eyes so bright that no one dared to look straight at them. After grasping the situation, the subordinates that Allen had restrained immediately summoned their own subordinates. The devil subordinates began to summon their own subordinates. High-ranked horned devils, ice devils, and bone devils summoned mid-ranked lustful devils, chained devils, and barbed devils. The mid-ranked devils summoned lesser devils, hellhounds, and the like.
As creatures of hell who were passionate about order, they immediately displayed their military qualities, standing in formation and surrounding the Magi in layers.
After summoning the most robust pit fiends, they cunningly cast an illusory spell on themselves to conceal themselves. They then bit and gnawed at the enemies who seemed to be able to see them, taking advantage of the opportunity to secretly erupt with flames, causing the smell of sulphur to spread out.
However, this was not all. Allen had no intention of stopping after summoning the devils. He began to construct a passage to the World of Death within the encirclement, and pulled out many death knights and dementors, causing them to randomly appear between the contestants and the assassins.
Unlike Allen, who used necromancy to meticulously craft and maintain the corpses of Viking Berserkers and provided powerful weapons and equipment for Lynch and the others, the equipment of these knights who were crudely pulled over was uneven and of different ages. In terms of physical strength and speed, their strength was also uneven. Some of them still retained their rotting flesh, while others had already decayed to the point that they resembled skeletons, with only bits of flesh hanging on them.
However, they were not as' human 'as Lynch and the others. Compared to their experiences in life, the longer time after death had worn away the part of them that regarded themselves as humans. While they were far from being as powerful as the ones on the floating city, this did not affect the fact that they were terrifying opponents for the Magi assassins. They were usually knights or mercenaries with superb martial arts when they were alive, or even military monks from the Order of Military Friars. These warriors retained all the skills they had when they were alive, even after their flames of life had been extinguished.
After the undead knights grasped the situation, apart from those who knew how to ride, they began to summon their own mounts. Most of them began to revive the corpses that were still intact, allowing the assassins to stand up again. While the revived zombies and skeletons had lost their spellcasting abilities and skills, and were essentially just shells that the adepts could easily deal with, the psychological pressure brought about by the undead knights' Aura of Terror and the innate abilities of the Soul Eaters in the sky increased, making the scene even more despairing.
White skeletons creaked and groaned as they walked. Hordes of zombies stared at the adepts with their sunken, blind eyes. Black Soul Eaters spun in the air above the dueling arena. Countless rotting hands broke out of their shells and waved wildly, filling the hearts of the adepts with a sense of despair.
The devils, undead, and Soul Eaters formed a sizable army of summoned creatures in an instant. They had yet to make a move. While both the devils and the undead were eager to kill everyone present, Allen, the master who controlled them, did not mark the assassins and contestants. He only ordered them to surround the arena.
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