Chapter 1166 White Death
Whether it was the beam fired from the Dominator's pistol or the defensive barrier of the Voice of the Night, they all consumed Vincent's mana.
Fighting all the way from the airport to the city center would require even the most skilled wizards to take a break.
But Vincent is different. Even though he can't use magic, he still has Pandora, the symbol of disaster.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, the sounds of the night over Potsdam Square suddenly disappeared.
But the white figure was still there, holding a gun-shaped briefcase in his hand, floating in the sky inexplicably.
Through the glass, all the staff of the German Ministry of Magic felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
I'm just one person, why do I feel this way?
Their doubts were soon answered when Vincent opened the briefcase called Pandora.
A blinding flash of light flashed by, and countless small missiles flew across Potsdam Square and shot towards the square building where the German Ministry of Magic was located.
The sound of explosions continued and the entire building was engulfed in flames.
The sudden attack plunged the German Ministry of Magic into chaos. The damage caused by the small missiles was limited, but Vincent's actions were undoubtedly a slap in their faces.
Even Berg couldn't keep his composure when a wanted criminal showed up to slap him in the face.
"Black alert! Everyone, cancel your current mission immediately!"
With his order, all the scattered German Ministry of Magic staff gathered in Berlin.
They clenched their wands tightly and glared at the white figure hanging over Potsdam Square.
At the same time as they began to act, the old men scattered across Germany also began to act.
Half a century is a long journey of life. Today, the old men can finally reunite with their families.
Vincent certainly wouldn't let anyone disturb such precious time.
Relying on the flexibility of his flying boots, he kept shuttling between the buildings near Potsdamer Platz.
The staff of the German Ministry of Magic are so elusive that they always appear in unexpected corners.
But when it comes to being elusive, Vincent, like the white ghost, is no different.
A flying broom is never as flexible as flying boots, especially in a shopping mall with complex terrain.
All the Muggles in the city center have been evacuated, and Vincent can finally use Pandora with confidence.
Gatling guns, howitzers, incendiary bombs, large-caliber ammunition, missiles and other means of attack emerged one after another, and the huge shopping mall turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.
The German president in the Reichstag could no longer sit still.
Where's the magic we were promised? Why are all these weapons of mass destruction?
The Bundeswehr has applied for deployment for the seventh time. If this continues, the entire Berlin will be finished.
"Damn White Death!" The president slammed his desk and agreed to the military's application.
As the armored vehicle drove into Berlin, the corners of Vincent's mouth rose sharply under his mask.
The existence of magic can no longer be concealed. No matter how powerful the International Confederation of Wizards is, it cannot make the 57 billion Muggles around the world forget what happened today.
With a "bang", Vincent landed on the front armored vehicle.
Without warning, the flat road surface suddenly rose up, overturning all the armored vehicles carrying soldiers.
Just as Vincent was about to demonstrate his magic further, black and white vortexes appeared around him one after another.
The fully armed soldiers got out of the car and stared in amazement at the German Ministry of Magic staff who had arrived by Apparition.
Before setting off, their commander informed them that this was an operation against supernatural forces and that they had only one enemy.
Vincent, who was pointed at by countless guns and wands, quickly rose into the air and flew a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.
This is a safe distance where wizards' spells have difficulty hitting, but Muggle weapons can effectively strike targets at a distance.
"Bring on the big guys!" The well-trained soldiers immediately set up individual air defense missile launchers.
"Aim—fire!"
The five missiles exploded in the air just after being launched and before they could undergo secondary acceleration.
Above the firelight, a gun barrel of extremely exaggerated length extended.
When the muzzle emitted a faint blue light, the surrounding air seemed to become much heavier, and one could even faintly feel a sinister aura.
With a "whoosh", an overturned armored vehicle was cut in half.
The soldiers turned their necks stiffly, staring in disbelief at the neat, smooth cuts on the wreckage of the vehicle.
Not only the armored vehicle, but also a straight and narrow cut appeared on the ground.
The wizards had no idea what was going on, but it felt very similar to the white gun that destroyed half of the factory with one shot.
Could it be that the previous consumption has been recovered in such a short time?
More and more black and white whirlpools appeared, and some wizards who didn't understand the situation directly Apparated near Vincent.
"return!"
It was too late to remind him now. Vincent snapped his fingers lightly, and a large area of light blue flames suddenly appeared around him.
Those wizards who accidentally came into contact with the flames hurriedly took off their clothes. Although it was only a brief contact, the skin close to the flames was still burned black.
"Damn it, it's Lihuo!"
Light blue flames continued to swirl in front of Vincent, like a living thing.
He glanced down at the magic communicator on his wrist.
The time was up, but he showed no intention of leaving.
He transformed Pandora back into a briefcase and then took out the caduceus, which was stored in Flamel's ring.
The surging flames expanded instantly, extending their sharp fangs to burn everything around them.
Spells and bullets are useless, the flames of hell will burn everything.
More and more wizards joined in the firefighting, and the soldiers were not idle either. They quickly reported the situation to their superiors, and the response they received was to evacuate the scene as soon as possible.
"Hey! Stick-wielding magician, forget about those flaming beasts! Our air support is coming soon!"
The wizards didn't know what air support was, but they could all feel that something was coming quickly.
Vincent, who was controlling Fiendfyre in the sky, turned his head, his expression slightly surprised beneath his mask.
The Federal Armed Forces actually dispatched fighter jets, and they were Tornado fighter-bombers.
Although it's not the city center, this is Berlin after all, and it seems that things have gotten out of hand.
If he were wanted by the Muggle world, it would cause great trouble to his subsequent actions.
Vincent looked back and an idea suddenly came to his mind.
After today, the existence of magic will no longer be a secret. The International Confederation of Wizards may be able to make the whole world forget what happened today, but they definitely do not have the courage to interfere in the government and military affairs of Muggles.
Since the current president officially took office last year, he has actively promoted Germany's reflection on its Nazi history and is committed to promoting social harmony. It is unknown how he will view him, a dark wizard wanted by the magical governments of both countries.
Vincent raised his caduceus and Apparated above the Tornado fighter-bomber.
Well, there are three in total.
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