Chapter 1227 You little mud-blood, you're doomed!

Vincent politely greeted the new guests, who responded unexpectedly.

The new guests were very enthusiastic and presented their gifts one after another.

They had prepared so many gifts that Vincent was overwhelmed. Luckily, the A-type ball helped him accept them all.

Rodolphs stared intently at the small silver spheres surrounding them, and once he locked onto his target, he raised his wand.

A flash of red light, and the sphere vanished.

Trevor, who looked noticeably older, sneered, "Invisibility? This little thing has quite a few functions, huh?"

Rodolph quickly turned around and glanced at him.

The pierced chest had completely healed, and if it weren't for the newly grown flesh being so pink and tender, it would be almost impossible to tell that he had suffered a fatal wound.

“There’s definitely more than one of these little things.” Rodolphus waved his wand lightly, casting a revealing spell with a very wide range.

The A-type sphere did not appear; instead, a white figure emerged.

Trevor's pupils contracted instantly. The gray-gold hair revealed him to be Vincent Wayne.

"Wait!" Rodolphs was too late to stop him and watched helplessly as Trevor charged straight at him.

He was pierced through the chest right from the start, forcing Trevor to use dark magic at the cost of his lifespan to save his life. His intense hatred for Vincent could not be suppressed by reason.

Camp,

The real Vincent smirked, "Let's do it!"

A member of MAST-MA behind him pulled the trigger of the Dominator, and the dazzling blue light unique to Destruction Mode completely engulfed Trevor's figure.

“Travor!” Rodolphs gripped his wand tightly, turning his head to fix his cold gaze on the direction of the camp.

The fake Vincent is a magical projection, probably projected from that vanished silver sphere.

"Damn Mudblood!"

There was no friendship between them, but if they took Trevor's body back, their capricious master would certainly not let them off easily.

Unless they bring back what they want, they will face the most severe punishment.

Rodolphs raised his wand and uttered the incantation, word by word, "Avada Kedavra—"

A much thicker green beam arrived at the camp in an instant. Vincent was prepared this time and used his Transfiguration spell to turn the ground beneath his feet into a sufficiently thick wall.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, but the green light could not penetrate the wall.

"Continue, shotgun mode."

After Corporal Gene came Private First Class Baker, who was holding a Muggle-specific Dominator pistol and intently aiming at the huge silver shield in the distance.

All the electrical energy stored in the magazine was converted into pure magical energy, which quickly dispersed into beams of dark blue light after passing through the muzzle that split open in the middle.

It was the same Dominator's Destruction Mode, but this time it was scattered into a dense hail of bullets, forcing Rodolphs to cower unceremoniously behind the massive silver shield.

The overwhelming, eerie blue beams of light continued relentlessly, falling densely like raindrops.

Apart from that enormous silver shield, everything around looked as if it had been bombarded by countless missiles.

Rodolphus gritted his teeth; such a scale and frequency could not be accomplished without dozens of wizards.

He recalled Lucius's advice and, however unwilling he was, had to admit that times had indeed changed.

In the past, the Death Eaters could easily send a few people to roam freely in the British magical world.

Now, even a mere little mud seed has made them hesitant and afraid to act rashly.

Rodolphus deeply missed the era when Death Eaters controlled everything, and not only him, but all the Death Eaters present shared his longing.

“Fourteen years…” He gripped his wand tightly. “We’ve waited fourteen long years, not to hide here like cowards!”

Amidst the rain of pale blue light, Rodolphus's eyes behind his iron mask glowed red.

In the blink of an eye, the black and white vortex of Apparition brought him to the camp.

Faced with this unexpected situation, Vincent raised his caduceus without hesitation.

The orange-red light pierced straight through the black and white vortex, and a sickly pale left hand was flung out.

Crazy, completely crazy.

Using phantoms to launch a sneak attack can be fatal if you're unlucky enough to hit a vital spot.

"Hello—" A black and white vortex peeked out from Rodolphus's body, "You little mudblood, you're doomed!"

His wand was pointed straight at Vincent's forehead, its tip glowing with an eerie green light.

At such close range, there was simply no way to dodge.

Vincent's originally azure pupils were stained green, the same green as the Killing Curse, but his face showed no fear. Instead, he reached out and pinched the tip of the staff that was glowing with a chilling green light.

"Avadaso—"

With a sharp "click," the last syllable Rodolphus uttered, accompanied by a flash of green light, was drowned out by the powerful impact.

There are consequences to failing to cast a spell, and the consequences of being forcibly interrupted are even greater.

Starting with Rodolphus's broken wand, a vacuum point expands outward continuously, repelling everything in the material world. Any matter that comes into contact with it is like being hit by a high-speed train and sent flying into the sky.

The entire camp was destroyed in an instant. People, military trucks, and containers were all smashed and thrown more than ten meters away, including the half of the body left in the black and white vortex.

Rodolphus was lucky; he didn't die on the spot because there was still some connection between his upper and lower body.

But he was also unfortunate, because his master's coveted caduceus was right before his eyes.

To resist detection magic, the white sleeveless cloak of the Prelude Society had a shimmering mithril mixed into every thread.

Although the amount is small, it can provide a certain amount of magic resistance in addition to resisting detection magic.

Vincent let the blood from his forehead slide down to his eyes. "Mr. Death Eater, it looks like you're the one who's going to die now."

Rodolphus looked at his bloodied and mangled right hand and grinned maliciously, "Is that so? You thought I came alone?"

A dangerous magical aura enveloped the two, and three dark figures swiftly emerged from the black and white vortex of Apparition.

Vincent waved his left hand at them, and the bracelet on his wrist separated into A-shaped balls.

"Watch out! Those are those strange little balls!"

Rodolphs's warning was timely; the magic beam fired from the A-type ball failed to hit the shadow.

Although it was a bit of a disappointment, the A-ball had bought Vincent enough time.

He raised his double serpent staff high, and molten lava erupted from the ground beneath his feet.

Under the horrified gazes of the shadowy figures, the lava rapidly transformed into a giant.

The lava giant was not slow; it reached out and grabbed one of the dark figures.

The intense heat scorched his body, causing plumes of white smoke to rise from it.

Vincent's indifferent gaze swept over the two remaining dark figures. The lava giant turned its head, tossed aside the nearly charred corpse in its hand, and fixed its gaze on the two men.

Two against two, this is a very fair duel.

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