Chapter 1176 The Principles of Dark Wizards

High-end hunters often appear as prey, which is derived from the military wisdom of the ancient East.

A muffled sound came from a distance. The moment the old wizard detected the movement, a black wizard next to him was shot away by a rubber bullet.

"Southwest!"

Just as he finished speaking, another dark wizard was knocked away.

They moved the magic barrier to the southwest, which made Vincent in the distance couldn't help but smile slightly.

He had always wanted to find a wizard to test the power of live ammunition. Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, he immediately changed to orichalcum bullets engraved with magical runes.

Before the sound was heard, the bullet had already penetrated the magic barrier and shot deep into the soil.

A large piece of soil was lifted up and still in the air when the second bullet came at me at high speed.

The dark wizards reacted quickly. They stacked their magic barriers together and were finally able to see the orichalcum bullets with a red glow.

"Oh no! Get down quickly!" The old wizard keenly sensed the changes inside the bullet and quickly fell to the ground.

With a loud "boom", a violent explosion scattered them.

The most unlucky dark wizard was covered in tatters, with his exposed skin all red.

This is not an ordinary bullet, it is a special bullet with magical effects exerted by magic runes.

If the old wizard hadn't reminded them, they would probably have been wiped out.

“When will the support arrive?”

"immediately!"

Vincent, who was about to harvest, sensed the presence of many wizards nearby.

Apparition—and the ominous feeling unique to dark magic props.

The ominous feeling grew stronger and stronger, and Vincent inexplicably felt as if he was being locked by something.

The sound of "sizzling" electricity came from a distance, and he subconsciously rolled forward to avoid the oncoming black lightning.

A strong aura of black magic exploded instantly, and the land struck by lightning became dry. Without the nourishment of water, cracks spread into a network.

Vincent put away Pandora, waved the double snake staff and cast a mirror curse, locking the space in front of him.

The feeling of being locked in finally wore off, and his position was revealed.

Although the dark wizards could not be seen, they all performed dark magic without hesitation.

The automatic defense barrier of Flamel's Ring lasted only less than a second, and the precious time they bought allowed Vincent to successfully perform Transfiguration and avoid the fatal attack through the collapsed ground.

Not only were there black magic props that could lock onto him, but the attacks of the dark wizards were also very smooth and efficient, showing that they were fully prepared.

"Crack--" A crack inexplicably appeared in the space locked by the mirror curse.

Vincent, who was stuck in the ground, raised Pandora, which had turned into a grappling gun, and shot it into the sky, landing on the Voice of the Night that was approaching.

The next moment, the air around him seemed to be sucked out, and the sound of the night began to crumble.

It is a large-scale gravity magic that requires the cooperation of multiple people. I didn't expect that even the vehicles have targeted deployments.

Under the influence of gravity, it was difficult for Vincent to stay standing.

He half-knelt on the slowly falling sound of night, tightly grasping the double-snake staff in his hand.

A huge amount of magic power vibrated, and he temporarily broke free from the constraints of gravity and raised the double snake staff. The clear sky suddenly became dim.

The voice of the night and his figure suddenly appeared, but the dark wizards below were not happy, because the dark sky seemed to be about to fall down at any time.

Vincent's eyes were stained black under the mask. With the help of black magic, the weather spell he cast continued to erode the gravity magic.

"Hu——" Finally, he breathed in fresh air, and the sound of the night stopped falling.

"It's really dangerous." He looked down at the dark wizards who were quickly gathering together below.

If he hadn't rarely revealed his true magical level, he would have let them succeed.

The double snake staff was raised again, and the dark sky was instantly frozen.

The temperature dropped rapidly, and the dark wizards gathered together and tried to resist with fierce fire, but it was quickly dissolved by Vincent's Ten Thousand Curses.

"I hope you don't all freeze to death."

As soon as they finished speaking, a layer of cold silver frost appeared on their bodies.

The sudden loss of body temperature made their bodies stiffen, and they could only helplessly watch themselves turn into ice sculptures.

Vincent on the Voice of the Night jumped down, with white steam coming out of his mouth.

Compared to the ice sculptures in front of him, the impact on the caster is nothing.

Vincent stopped in front of one of the ice sculptures. The old wizard was the only one whose eyes could still move.

He grabbed the old wizard by the throat and slammed him to the ground.

The thin silver frost broke into countless pieces, and the old wizard's frozen body was torn apart as well.

"Ah--" His screams resounded throughout the earth, and the hot blood froze as soon as it oozed out from the torn wounds all over his body.

Vincent grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up. "Tell me, who commissioned you?"

The old wizard's teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a "clack" sound, and he seemed to have no intention of speaking.

Vincent slammed him to the ground again, and his heart-wrenching screams resounded through the earth again.

"who is it?"

"I... our line of work has its own rules... rules..."

"very good."

The third scream was heard, and the old wizard's entire body was covered in blood-colored frost.

“Who is your employer?”

The old wizard's eyes became dazed and his consciousness began to blur.

"Huh - you really have principles." Vincent let go of his hand and let the other person fall heavily to the ground.

He turned and looked at the other ice sculpture behind him. "What about you? What are your principles?"

Kingsley, standing guard in front of Windsor Castle, frowned as he listened to the screams coming from afar.

Although he could only hear it vaguely, he was sure it came from those dark wizards.

After about 10 minutes, the screaming finally stopped.

Kingsley's frown didn't relax, but deepened instead.

Vincent slowly walked up to him and said, "Mr. Shacklebolt, I leave those dark wizards to you."

There was a strong smell of blood, but the clothes on his body were still white.

The fact that Vincent could make the dark wizards scream like that showed that he was much more terrifying than them.

Kingsley took a deep breath, "What are your plans next?"

"Find their employer."

"Who?"

"Guess it?"

Kingsley couldn't laugh at all. The scream just now left a deep impression on him. The employers of the dark wizards would only suffer an even worse fate.

Vincent said nothing more and lightly jumped onto the Voice of Night that had landed nearby.

It was not until his figure disappeared into the sky that Kingsley rushed to the dark wizards with a heavy heart.

However, the scene before him made him extremely uncomfortable.

Without exception, all the dark wizards were frozen into blood-red ice sculptures; even the mist emanating from their bodies had a hint of blood.

Kingsley held his breath and stepped forward.

A weather spell of this power does not simply change the weather; it can directly affect all matter within the range.

The dark wizards brought this upon themselves, but Vincent's methods were simply too cruel.

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