Chapter 741
Blue light shoots out.
With a loud bang, the gunfire from a destroyer hit the body of the ghost ship.
A big hole was punched out of the ghost ship, and the wizard on the ship staggered.
The Thundering Spear flew up again.
His fire is powerful.
But this time, he encountered an enemy.
The cannonball exploded on his body, causing the Thunder Penetrating Spear to fall.
Then, more and more shells fell on him.
The Thundering Spear screamed and was baptized by artillery fire.
"Roar--!"
The powerful elder of the Dragon Country, Thunder Spear's last voice was drowned by the power of Muggles.
The wizard who had been cheering for joy was now silent.
The black smoke cleared from the deck.
Powerful Muggle weapons are at the ready.
With the missiles swaying in the sky, they flew towards the isolated island.
The era of magical winter has arrived.
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Chapter 752 The man holding the torch arrives
The wizard was once extremely arrogant.
They despise those who don't know magic.
They were arrogant and called those people Muggles.
A contemptuous term, which is arrogant towards oneself and contemptuous towards those people.
An explosion in Bhutan left thousands of wizards unable to escape the flames.
In today's era when magic education is generally low, many wizards can't even recite the Iron Armor Curse.
Disapparate?
It was the symbol of a powerful wizard.
Even among the group of people who graduated last year, there were people who couldn't use Apparition.
Poor quality Apparition will directly kill the wizard.
They cannot escape.
It means death.
Percy kills a soldier by turning his bullets into flowers, but he also knocks off his wand.
The Minister of Magic, who holds the power in the magical world, chose to use physical combat and picked up a stone to smash the soldier's head.
The hand waving the wand picked up the stone, making his hand tremble.
After struggling to pick up the wand, a huge explosion made him look up.
For the first time, a look of despair appeared on his blood-stained face.
The missile dragging the flames opened a big gap in the magic shield that everyone worked together to create.
More missiles flew in from inside.
After landing, there was an explosion that made people unable to calm down.
Mud flew three meters high.
A missile fell next to the wizard. He wanted to use apparation, but the quickly lit fire dragged him out of the magic.
His body was stripped of his coat and skin by the explosion, his bones were shattered by the impact, and his eyes flew out of his head.
The era of magical winter.
Under this desperate destructive power, the wizard seemed to have turned back into those shady mice again.
They ran away like crazy.
The falling missiles splashed one after another on the island.
baptism.
The saint is not here.
But the holy fire they talked about was still killing wizards in the hands of Muggles.
The war was so cruel that wizards could not see the light in the sky.
After one round.
The fingers hidden under the soil moved.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and muscular figure climbed up from being buried in the soil.
On the face stained by blood and mud, a pair of bright eyes looked at the girl he was protecting in his arms.
"Mom, Dad, Pepper," the girl whimpered, terrified.
This war they voluntarily participated in allowed them to see what cruelty is.
Compared with Muggle executioners, even Voldemort did not kill as many people as they did.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Neville picked up the girl, his right hand still holding the sword tightly.
"There are people here!"
A cry of surprise came.
Neville moved without thinking.
His sword collided with the bullet, and the sword, which could even cut through magic and time, cut through the metal without any accident.
The soldier only saw a few sparks popping out of the air, and his heart pierced through the tree behind him.
Hearing the call for soldiers to come over to clear the battlefield, Neville drew his sword and the soldier's body slipped away.
The blood stains on the blade of the sword dripped onto the soil.
A combat team appears in front.
Those people looked at Neville eagerly, and the witch picked up her wand and stood beside Neville.
She is the brave witch of Thunderbird College in Ilvermorny.
Although he is scared, he will not back down.
Her name is Gwyneth Shirley Potts.
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After the explosion, my ears were filled with ringing.
Jin was lying on the edge of the cliff, his arm penetrated by the protruding stone.
The wand had fallen into the turbulent water in the explosion just now.
He let out a suppressed scream.
Below is the unconscious black-haired boy.
Jin grabbed his arm tightly, regardless of the injury to his own arm.
Blood flowed down his arm and dripped onto Heinrich's face.
A slight touch woke up the comatose person, and the broken amulet fragments fell into the sea water below.
"Hey, Snow White." Jin teased with a forced smile on her face, "I thought you needed a prince to kiss you to wake up."
"Let go." Heinrich looked at the water at his feet and said, "If you continue, we will all die."
"Then let's fall together," Jin smiled nonchalantly, "I won't let you go."
His hand was clearly injured and even trembling, but he did not let go of the tightly held hand.
"Give me the other one."
He hung half of his body there and stretched out his other hand.
Jin's lips were bloodless and he wore a cheerful smile.
"I beg you."
Heinrich looked at the abyss beneath his feet, and then at the golden color under the gloomy weather.
His other hand reached out and caught hold of Jin's right hand.
With their fingers clasped together, the smile on Jin's face became more obvious.
"I've never been so happy."
He was obviously smiling, but there were hazy tears in his eyes.
Using his right hand, Heinrich was pulled up bit by bit.
The sand beneath him loosened and his body slid forward.
He let go of his left arm. The left arm that had been pierced by the sharp stone had no strength.
He concentrated his strength on his right hand and pulled hard.
Heinrich was pulled up.
The sand beneath him caused half of his body to fall off the edge of the cliff.
"Look, I let go."
Jin's smile was full of sunshine, showing his neat white teeth.
His body became weightless, and he let go of the hand he said he wouldn't let go of.
How about just treating it as a prank?
The body falls.
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In confusion.
Percy heard a roar.
He struggled to open his eyes and saw the troops gathering.
A Waggadu wizard transforms into an elephant to wrestle with the land monster's tanks.
But the artillery fire penetrated it mercilessly.
There was another wizard who lost his lover. He was angry and desperate and hit the tank with a green light.
The death curse that everyone feared from the wizard could not affect the people inside in front of the steel monster.
Death cannot pass in, and the wizard's death has struck.
Another wizard died.
Percy trudged to his feet, fumbling in the dirt for his wand.
He pushed himself up from a prone position to a kneeling position.
He looked up and saw the injured wizard, and also saw those with iron wands beating the wizard into a hornet's nest before he could take action.
The nimble black panther witch was humiliated and captured by that trap-like thing.
The fortress in the sky is under missile attack.
