Hufflepuff's wand shot a firework into the sky, announcing the start of the match.
Allen was bowing to his opponent, but Gryffindor had already raised his wand and cast a powerful spell at Allen. Brilliant colors shot out from Gryffindor's wand in the shape of a cone. The red-haired wizard had obviously expended a lot of mana to cast the spell. He carefully controlled the energy and directed it to chase after Allen, who was already far away from his original spot.
It was like putting a mirror into the water to reflect the sunlight. Seven colors gushed out and passed through the lakeside grass between them. Each color meant that there would be different forms of damage. Some of the grass on the ground was not petrified, but turned into stone. A scorching red and yellow flame brushed past Allen and fell into the water. The scorching temperature immediately boiled part of the lake, and the surface of the water burst with bursts of crackling sounds. At the same time, a trembling bolt of blue lightning struck Allen. His body was covered with tiny electric arcs, but the white-haired wizard could not help but tremble from the electric shock. He gathered the electric arcs in his hand and formed them into a lightning ball before throwing it back at the red-haired wizard, who could not react in time because of the powerful spell.
Allen was a little annoyed. He finally understood how Lord Voldemort felt when he was tricked by Gryffindor. But he also realized that Gryffindor was really trying his best to kill him in this duel. However, he did not intend to use Mirror Image against Gryffindor in this duel, let alone the Multiple Shadows that he had not learned yet.
In the face of Gryffindor, Allen intended to use some more direct methods like the previous duels if it was not necessary. This was also a valuable opportunity for Allen to test his strength.
The electric current sizzled and spread, burning Gryffindor's strong flesh. He could not help but let out a shrill cry as he retreated. The smell of burning flesh and linen filled the fresh air of the Black Lake with a terrible smell.
Following the previous spellcasting and roaring, Allen cast the Shadow Shield that he had learned not long ago. Under the control of the white-haired sorcerer, the black and formless shadows that appeared out of thin air converged into a sphere of force field that shone with black and red light. Allen hoped that he could use this to absorb Gryffindor's subsequent spells.
Alan knew in his heart that he, who could not completely let go of his hands and feet in battle, would have to use every bit of wisdom, every kind of knowledge, and every exquisite and fatal magic within his power to defeat someone like Godrick? Gryffindor, who was a master of combat, but would not kill him.
As soon as the white-haired wizard completed his Shadow Shield, the red-haired wizard, with his tenacious will, endured the tremor caused by the lightning and recovered from Allen's counterattack.
"Kid, remember not to be distracted next time!" Gryffindor, who had just recovered and could speak, casually mocked Allen's performance at the beginning. He then shot out a terrifying black ray from his wand. Once it hit the target, the energy ray would absorb the life force of the target and feed it back to its creator.
The black ray hit the shadow sphere that Allen had created, which was almost as black.
However, this caused an unexpected effect for Hufflepuff, who had been watching silently from the sidelines. Not only did the buzzing black energy not break through the force field of the Shadow Shield, it seemed to have injected a terrible energy into the sphere, making it look darker.
"Your negative energy ray can hurt living things, but it can only increase the power of a Shadow Shield made of similar energy," Allen proudly explained to his opponent from behind the sphere of force field.
"Your skin and hair are indeed the result of reading those scrolls and studying the power of death. You are indeed talented to be able to finish reading them in such a short time." Gryffindor seemed to have expected such a situation. He nodded his head from afar as if he had confirmed his guess. Then, his expression darkened. "It's a pity that I met with an accident when I was reading it."
After ending the short conversation, the two wizards, as if they had a tacit understanding, began to prepare their spells at the same time.
Gryffindor waved his wand and gathered power. He wanted to cast an area-of-effect spell like Blazing Fire to burn the wizard who was hidden behind the Shadow Shield.
Suddenly, the Blazing Fire that had begun to gather at the tip of Gryffindor's wand dissipated.
It turned out to be Alan. He wasn't really going to cast a spell. Instead, he was using the Counterspell that he had just learned. He had been staring at Gryffindor through the shadows. Through the waves of magic, he could tell that Gryffindor was about to cast a spell. He manipulated his magic to interrupt Gryffindor's spell and let the flames that had started to form dissipate into the air. Allen did not take the risk of changing the target of Gryffindor's Blazing Fire to himself, although he did not intend to use such a method that could potentially kill his opponent.
While Gryffindor was still recovering from his shock after his spell was interrupted, Allen opened his mouth and roared out a dark spell that was deliberately controlled.
The smoke formed by the negative energy tore at Gryffindor's flesh, greedily absorbing his life force and strength. Countless painful needles caused the red-haired sorcerer's skin to fade and turn pale. Alan, who had just been struck by lightning, had completely recovered from the slight injuries that he had sustained on his exposed skin under the effect of this spell.
Gryffindor gasped for breath because of the pain. He staggered back and tripped over the roots of a big tree in the forbidden forest. The defensive spell he was about to cast failed because of this.
"I won't lose the duel like this!" Gryffindor thought to himself. "I have to buy some time to breathe."
Fortunately, Allen did not intend to use too much power. The spell did not make the red-haired wizard lose his ability to resist.
Gryffindor turned over on the ground, supported himself with his left elbow, and waved his wand with his right hand. "Blake! Griffin! Attack the white-haired one! " Two Griffin Beasts, which were also Gryphons, appeared in the sky through Gryffindor's summoning spell.
Their bodies were reddish-yellow, and their necks and wings were covered with golden eagle feathers. It had the forelimbs, wings, and head of a giant eagle, while its body, hind legs, and tail resembled that of a lion. Lion-Headed Eagle-Headed Beasts mainly fed on raw meat. They were ferocious, but skilled sorcerers could still befriend them. Like the Sphinx, Lion-Headed Eagle-Headed Beasts were often hired by sorcerers to guard treasures, or like Gryffindor, they were used as guards and mounts.
Allen quickly took a few steps back and chanted a word, then another word, but nothing happened until he pointed at the ground with his left and right hands. Allen did not use the Spell Sequence to store spells in advance. Now, he wanted to test his newly acquired ability without the help of the Wand of Growth. He stored two Summoning Spells and cast them at the same time.
Three Death Knights rushed out from the surging soil on skeletal pegasi. They were different from the ordinary skeletons and zombies that could be created with a little magic power. These terrifying undead creatures were usually knights or mercenaries, or even military monks of the Friars Militaire. These warriors retained all their skills even after their flame of life was extinguished.
They looked like rotting corpses. Their faces were black skulls wrapped in rotten skin, and two orange lights shone in their eye sockets. The cries of the Death Knights were cold, like the echoes from the deep valley.
Although they were not as powerful as the four Muggle Kings that Allen met in the underworld and were personally resurrected by the Grim Reaper, they did not have the advantage over the undead creatures because of the environment of the underworld, and they could not even maintain a relatively intact appearance. But they still looked very dangerous with their spears, swords, and full-body chainmail armor. Under Allen's command, the Death Knights spread out and blocked the two giant griffins that were summoned by Gryffindor.
On the other side, the Otherworld Gate made of burning skulls was finally opened. A dark blue demon wriggled out from within. Its skin was a translucent pale blue. Looking at its entire body, one could clearly see that under its skin, there were large patches of red veins formed by the blood flowing in its veins.
This was a Styx Memorystealer. From the waist up, the Styx Memorystealer was a humanoid creature. It had a strong body and thick arms. On its face, a large mouth filled with sharp teeth and two thick horns protruding from both sides of its forehead were equally eye-catching. This greater devil, which was slightly lower than the pit fiends, had hooked claws on its palms and a pair of large bat-like wings on its back. From the waist down, this devil looked more like a giant slug. Its lower body dragged it along the ground with some effort, leaving behind a trail of sticky slime wherever it went.
It was born with the ability to steal minds and seal the brain. It was the stealer of memories and the caretaker of thoughts. Most of its nests were built on the banks of the River Styx. It was also this part of the River Styx that flowed in the first level of the Hell of Baator, the territory of the Archdevil Lord Bardi, Avernus.
Now that it had heard the summons, it instantly tamed Allen's demonic expression in a battle of wills. It awkwardly changed the direction of its huge scimitars and lunged at the red-haired wizard who was trying to stand up. It raised the back of its scimitar and slashed at him.
"Allen!" Hufflepuff couldn't help but cry out despite seeing the devil's movements.
Before Allen could console Hufflepuff, Gryffindor heard Hufflepuff's cry and immediately responded, "Don't interfere with Helga!"
Gryffindor shouted and waved his wand with astonishing speed and agility. A sword of light formed from red magic appeared at the tip of the wand and hummed along with Gryffindor's movements.
The red-haired wizard waved his wand like a knight's sword and clashed with the scimitar in the demon's hand. There was no sound as the scimitar in the Styx's hand was cut into two like a hot knife cutting through butter.
The demon, who was good at stealing thoughts, relied on this natural ability to dodge the fatal attacks of the male wizard, which was like a knight's sword. After falling to the ground, it screamed and rolled to the side, barely dodging Gryffindor's attack. At the place where the demon fell, there was a crack in the ground. A few quartz stones had started to turn into glass due to the high temperature of the magic lightsaber.
Just as Gryffindor was about to kill the demon that was trying to get up, he changed the trajectory of his magical lightsaber and accurately deflected the energy of the spell that was coming from behind the Shadow Shield. However, the difference in time had caused him to lose the opportunity to kill the demon. The Styx Memorystealer had to pay the price of its left hand before it rolled and crawled away.
At this moment, a sorrowful cry was heard from the sky as blood sprinkled down.
One of the two Griffin Beasts was badly wounded. A Death Knight who had lost his left leg in the battle but was still riding on a bone horse seized the opportunity and pierced the Griffin Beasts' wings with a knight's lance. The Griffin Beasts could no longer maintain flight and began to wail in pain as its feathers were knocked off and it fell straight to the ground.
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