Chapter 880 Good people are naturally blessed by Mr. Merlin
The sonic boom created by the flying boots at full power is extremely loud. Not only can it be heard within a few kilometers, but it can also be heard clearly even more than ten kilometers away.
Of course, the Death Eaters who ran out of the camp and fled to the southeast could also hear it.
The short black shadow in the front was carrying a person on his shoulders, and the black shadow behind was carrying another black shadow with a bloody face.
Hit at close range by the powerful magic of the double snake staff, the metal skull mask with a cold and eerie glow instantly shattered into countless pieces.
Disfigurement was certain, with some of the fragments even piercing his right eyeball.
There was nothing flying in the dark night sky, but the thunderous sonic boom was definitely approaching.
In the blink of an eye, the deafening sonic boom suddenly disappeared, and a figure like a meteorite fell not far in front of them.
They stopped.
"Damn Wayne!" The disfigured black shadow covered his aching right eye with his hand, and his barely intact left eye stared at the figure that was slowly standing up.
"I'm going to kill him with my own hands!"
The dark figure behind him remained silent, just tightly clenching the wand in his hand.
Tonight's operation could be said to be a complete failure. Not only did their identity as Death Eaters get exposed, they were even forced to flee in embarrassment.
And Wayne, who brought them this shame, actually dared to chase after them alone.
Unlike the other two, the short black shadow put down the person he was carrying on his shoulders and quietly took a few steps back, as if he sensed danger.
But he was soon discovered.
"Wormtail, are you scared?"
He didn't dare look at the bloody face, let alone look into the left eye that was barely intact.
"Useless things!"
He seemed to want to open his mouth to refute, but the thunderous sonic boom suddenly sounded from behind him.
Even among wizards, not many understand physics, let alone extreme Death Eaters.
Their first reaction was that someone was chasing them and they had to get rid of Wayne who was blocking the way as soon as possible.
The dazzling light instantly illuminated the ground beneath his feet, and white lightning with a strong aura of destruction shot straight forward.
The multiple magic amplifications of Flamel's Ring allowed Vincent to predict where the black magic lightning would land, and he quickly turned sideways to the right.
This is not the narrow passage of the gymnasium, so he doesn't need to choose to fight it head-on like before.
The blinding light slowly disappeared, but his figure disappeared as well.
The short black shadow looked at the charred deep pit on the ground and subconsciously turned around to look behind him.
"Congratulations, you guessed it right." Vincent behind him slammed the metal baseball bat down heavily.
With a "snap", the baseball bat shattered the metal skull mask.
Under the mask was a mean-looking face with small eyes, a pointed nose, and bald gray-brown hair.
Vincent swung the metal bat again, "Wormtail? How dare you call yourself that!"
"Bang--" the baseball bat hit a silver shield.
He let go of the bat and quickly pulled a plain metal brick from LeMay's ring.
A sinister poison curse hit the shield that was instantly unfolded from bricks. The "sizzling" sound indicated that the poison curse was extremely corrosive.
Vincent lowered his head and took a quick look at the turquoise liquid remaining on the shield.
It can even corrode copper-iron alloys. Fortunately, I didn't use a defensive barrier to resist it.
He raised his shield and slammed it into Peter Pettigrew.
The two shields collided with each other, and the silver shield, which was gradually losing control due to the metal bat, was directly knocked away.
The shadow manipulating the shield quickly bent down to dodge, and his disfigured companion beside him cast the next spell.
The bright red curse brushed Peter Pettigrew's terrified face and hit Vincent's shield directly on his head.
The powerful impact caused Peter Pettigrew to have tinnitus in his ears.
He shook his dizzy head and stared blankly at the shield in front of him which paused only for a short moment.
He had no time to react and was knocked to the ground.
"Ah——" The emerald green liquid remaining on the shield corroded half of his face, and he curled up on the ground and screamed in pain.
Vincent threw the shield heavily at him, then stepped on it and jumped towards the black shadow who had just straightened up.
It takes time for ordinary wizards to cast spells. Before the disfigured black shadow could finish the spell, the rest of his companions were kicked in the stomach and fell to the ground.
"Shattered to pieces!"
The spell with endless anger blew away the barrier formed by Flamel's ring layer by layer.
When the crushing spell hit Vincent, the destructive power had been greatly reduced.
Even though the amplification magic was still in effect, Vincent still gasped in pain.
Skin, muscles, blood vessels, bones, internal organs...
He felt as if his body was being torn apart by an invisible force.
If it weren't for the layers of defensive barriers of Flamel's Ring, he felt that his body would have exploded long ago.
He endured the severe pain all over his body and activated his flying boots to avoid the spells that were shot one after another.
With the air advantage, no matter how densely the spells come or how large the affected area is, it will be difficult to hit him again.
After round after round of attacks, Peter Pettigrew and the other man finally recovered.
They both immediately joined in with their wands raised, but Vincent also slowed down.
Although his body was still being torn apart inside and out, he had completely adapted to the pain caused by the crushing curse and it did not affect his normal movements.
He accelerated into the sky and took out the double snake staff and a rectangular metal box from Flamel's ring.
For ground-to-air attack, you can dodge it by slightly adjusting your flying posture.
Air-to-ground, however, is a completely different story.
How to avoid indiscriminate large-scale bombing? How to defend against devastating strikes?
Vincent opened the metal box, which contained a hundred ultra-mini missiles the size of a fingernail and flashing crimson magic circuits.
These are Pandora's backup ammunition. They are a little cute in size, but each of them has the same power as a normal grenade.
He waved his double snake staff, causing hundreds of ultra-mini missiles to float in front of him.
He hesitated slightly before casting the magic.
The unidentified person in pajamas looked like he was kidnapped. If he was accidentally injured...
It doesn't matter if it's an accidental injury. Anyway, he won't have a good ending if he falls into the hands of the Death Eaters. If he is really a good person, he will naturally be blessed by Master Merlin.
"It's time to pay for what happened tonight, mice."
Along with Vincent's cold words, one hundred ultra-mini missiles were fired at the ground at the same time.
They seemed to be automatically and illogically avoiding the spells shot from below, but their flight paths never strayed far from the set attack range.
With the Royal Air Force's current cutting-edge designs and all-round improvements in alchemy, even Dumbledore would have difficulty staying unscathed.
"Boom——" the first mini missile exploded.
Its explosion seemed to trigger a chain reaction, causing the remaining 99 missiles to detonate one after another.
The hot air waves rose up rapidly, and the clouds of smoke and dust that were raised kept rolling.
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