The loud shattering sound from the explosion of the magic spell coming from the blue flames silenced the already noisy Death Hall. The platform under their feet began to shake, and the two most powerful wizards in the world had to use their hands and feet to support themselves on the ground to prevent themselves from falling. The same was true for the three illusions that Allen had created with the Mirror Image spell and had yet to be destroyed by Lord Voldemort.
In the shaking, the stone surface on the ground cracked, and gravel flew in all directions, but the arched door remained intact. In the midst of the chaos? Allen's incantation echoed throughout the Hall of Death. He was using his wand to cast a powerful summoning spell. One by one, the skeletons opened their jaws and screamed silently as they appeared along the two trails of flames in the void. Finally, they formed a tall arched door made of skulls on the broken platform.
Lord Voldemort was not in tune with the demons, who had a strong nature of order. He had spent most of his life in the United Kingdom as a refugee, so he had not had much opportunity to come into contact with this style of summoning spell. But with the power that was more powerful than the Kraken tentacles that Allen had summoned, and the strong smell of sulfur coming from the arched door, Lord Voldemort realized that this time, the monster was not a projection, but a real body. It was obviously some kind of big demon.
So Lord Voldemort immediately responded. He was not in a hurry to destroy Allen's few remaining projections. He did not want to bet his luck on whether he could hit Allen's real body. This time, Lord Voldemort had no choice but to conjure a new silver shield from thin air to block any possible attacks. He also added many protective force fields around his body created by the Iron Spell.
Voldemort, who had just repaired his defenses, looked up and saw a huge figure walking out of the arched door. Its ugly appearance seemed to only appear in the crazy and violent nightmares he had in the orphanage when he was a child. Its tall body was covered with dark red scales, and a pair of huge bat-like wings extended from its back. On its head, which had horns like a goat, green venom constantly dripped from its mouth full of fangs. When the venom fell to the ground, it corroded and created a puff of smoke. On its waist was a belt with three screaming humanoid heads, and a huge flaming sword was held tightly in its big claw-like hands.
"Kill the one without a nose!" After resisting the pit fiend's will and taming it, Allen's voice, which was still going through puberty, became a little shrill. He had lost his usual gentleness, and he pointed at Lord Voldemort.
The devil dashed across the broken ground, charging towards the mysterious person. The Iron Spell that Lord Voldemort had created could only obstruct it for a few seconds before it was destroyed in a burst of blue light. When the pit fiend was close enough to Lord Voldemort, it raised its flaming greatsword.
The monster from hell had used its supernatural abilities to affect Lord Voldemort, causing Lord Voldemort to feel a fear that he rarely felt. The devil would steal his soul and devour his corpse. It was transmitted to Lord Voldemort's mind.
? Even though he had been in hiding for a long time, he had continued to learn. His decades of practice in curses and his arrogance had come into play at this moment. Lord Voldemort strengthened the use of Brain Seal, and he could feel the abnormal fear vanish in an instant. This made Lord Voldemort, who had not been affected for many years, furious. He remembered a suitable curse — Banish.
The pit fiend stopped moving under the influence of Lord Voldemort's curse. Allen angrily ordered it to continue with its mission, while Lord Voldemort wanted to temporarily take over its command and order it to return to its original world.
The devil was stuck between the two powerful Magi. The invisible battle between the two wills left the devil unable to advance or retreat.
Allen and Lord Voldemort were using their mana and wills to maintain the battle. They were also paying attention to each other, hoping that the other would blink, twitch its lips, or shake its limbs first. Any unnecessary movement would be enough for the devil to seize the opportunity.
Neither of them moved, and the three mirror images of Allen remained motionless in the same place. Allen, who had inherited Ravenclaw's legacy, was not inferior to any mortal Magi in this world in terms of knowledge and talent. He was much more knowledgeable than Lord Voldemort, who had grown up on his own. Moreover, this devil had appeared in response to Allen's summons. This was very advantageous for the summoner. However, Lord Voldemort was also a powerful Magus with extraordinary talent. He was born in 1926, and had grown for almost seventy years. His experience and mana were stronger than the underage Allen. Even if he was in a disadvantageous position in this battle, he still relied on his own strength to turn the situation around and make them evenly matched.
Bellatrix waved her wand recklessly, and Penello's body dodged the crazy spells that were shot out by her opponent at just the right angles. At the same time, he quickly counterattacked. Although the two had similar personalities, there were still some differences. Although the female Death Eater was experienced in killing, she had not received any systematic combat training. She relied more on the experience she had honed through many years of killing, relying on her instincts and unscrupulous black magic to fight.
On the other hand, the female Aura was different. She was younger and had a stronger body. She had received advanced professional education from the Ministry of Magic, and she had Ravenclaw's library and training room as her foundation. Although she had a nature similar to madness that made her often immersed in bloodthirsty battles, the influence of Order on her had long been imperceptible.
The two wands shot out light, and the floor at their feet became hot and cracked. The battle between the two women, who were getting closer and closer, became more and more intense.
Bellatrix, who was dodging more and more, had to continuously cast several Iron Armor Spells to bounce off or avoid Penello's spells. "Haha … Do you love him very much, little baby Aura? It's a pity that the person you love is about to die. "
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Old woman, it seems that it's not only your face that has aged, but also your body … Ahahaha!" One of Penello's spells hit the floor at Bellatrix's feet. The dust that flew up from the explosion sprinkled all over Bellatrix's head and face. She was very embarrassed, and Penello laughed maniacally.
Bellatrix shook her head. She even suspected that she was hallucinating. She seemed to have heard a girl singing. She could not help but touch her cheeks that had lost their beauty due to years of torture in Azkaban. Under her messy curly hair, her eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets. "Heart-Piercing, little b * tch. I'm going to destroy your face and then kill you. So what if you're young? You short-lived b * tch! " She shouted loudly, no longer using the baby-like falsetto voice. Jealousy and anger kept surging in her heart. She wanted to torture the little b * tch in front of her with the Heart-Piercing Curse thousands of times. Although Bella's recovery for nearly a year had made her somewhat beautiful before she was imprisoned.
Penello once again used her agility that was far beyond that of a normal wizard to dodge this unforgivable spell. She saw all of Bellatrix's expressions in her eyes. She began to taunt the female Death Eater in a superior tone. "Then you can try. I'm different from you. After all, I'm not married to anyone."
"Then don't think about getting married in this life." Bella, who was wearing a low-cut dress, her chest rose and fell violently. She threw out a curse fiercely. "Master will kill him today. Want to get married? After I kill you, I'll marry him under the witness of the God of Death. "
Penello frowned and used her magic wand to break the curse. Then she seemed to think of something and even seemed a little happy. She raised the corner of her mouth and mocked her. "You yourself admitted that Allen will marry me … Hehe, but you, your master is so dismissive of you. It seems that you'll never get his love. Allen will never treat me like that."
The distance between the two was very close. Penello watched as she gradually gained the upper hand and pushed the crazy woman in front of her closer to the blue flame. Her smile became more and more cruel. She wanted to use Allen's flame to burn the Death Eater Witch in front of her. If Lord Voldemort really cared about her a little, it would definitely be helpful for Allen's duel.
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