142 Combat (?)
"How dare you !!," an almost roaring voice sounded.
It's a pity that this is not a dare or not, but a dare of why and how to be presumptuous.
Only dead Death Eaters are good Death Eaters - especially for an antisocial personality like Rodolphus, who is not an exaggeration to kill them.
But apparently Voldemort didn't have this thought, whether it was from the fact that he was currently the commander of the bare pole and there were only so many loyal Death Eaters left, or from the fact that Alan killed in front of him without leaving any face, the Dark Lord, who had barely suffered a setback, could not accept the fact that Alan was still alive to breathe fresh air.
"You'll regret your foolishness for pising me off, bug. Scarlet eyes stared at Alan from behind the thin line, giving the impression that he was being targeted by a snake.
Several ancient magic characters with complex symbols quickly took shape on Voldemort's body, shrunk rapidly while shining with a strange blue light, and finally poured directly into Voldemort's body - an extremely powerful magic power burst out in an instant, making Allen's brows furrow.
Something is wrong, Voldemort hasn't used all his strength just now, just kill a Death Eater, won't the Heavenly Demon Disintegrate Great (Harmony) Law come directly and fight hard, right?
Unfortunately, it's true - Eren completely underestimated the Dark Lord's suffering during this time.
The resurrection was originally a very happy thing, however, at the resurrection ceremony, Harry Potter, who was obviously abducted, went crazy, and used a prop that he didn't know what to use to skyrocket his strength, almost crushing the three Death Eaters, not to mention, and almost ruining his entire resurrection ritual, so that he dragged on with this imperfect body until now.
Later, he finally took a loophole, reconvened the two most loyal Death Eaters, and successfully used them to undercover Hogwarts, but fell for Albus's poisonous scheme, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, regardless of international influence, regardless of his own safety, he personally went to Germany to block Voldemort, and had to lose the most loyal Death Eater Barty Jr. and the two latest Golles who were brought into the family.
In the case of successive defeats, he was even killed by a guy who sent him to the door, and one of his most loyal Death Eaters was still alive under his nose - if Voldemort didn't leave Alan here at the moment and let him escape, probably the next Death Eater organization should not think about how to control the wizarding world first and then control the United Kingdom, it is better to simply divide up the group, although there is no place for Gao Laozhuang or anything, but Britain is so hot, there is still a place to go.
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The whistling spell is so fast that you can't even catch its shadow.
It's not for nothing that a top-level wizard is the top - the spell with the strong wind is so fast that people can barely react, but the power is not diminished in the slightest, and even if Alan deftly dodges the spell, it still smashes a large ice mark in its back.
"You'll know what to regret, boy. Voldemort's eyes grew brighter and brighter, like a venomous snake that had begun to prey in the middle of the night.
The wand was delicately held in his hand, and almost every flip would quickly bring a fast and terrifying spell, and the casting speed was even faster, almost without intervals, as if a person was an army.
Without any fancy, just with a huge amount of magic power, almost flawless spell casting methods, so fast that people are about to be unable to react to the casting speed, vigorous suppression, without giving the opponent any chance to breathe.
However, the tragedy is that this happened to be stuck on Allen's shortcomings.
He has learned too much, and even if he has a lot of actual combat experience in the future, there is still no way to compare with Voldemort - whether it is combat experience, research on traditional magic, or the standard of spell casting, Tom Riddle is better than Allen.
If it weren't for the fact that Voldemort's attacks were mixed with too much dark magic, his series of spell casting methods could even be included in the standard spell casting manual - however, after adding dark magic, the fluency of spell casting did not change at all, but it was extremely uncomfortable for Allen.
Another death spell mixed with ordinary attack spells - Eren hurriedly replenished his shield again, and took the time to counter a spell, but it was blocked by a small transparent shield, which did not cause any damage except for a dull knocking sound.
"That's all there is to it?" another quick attack that couldn't see the trajectory clearly.
"Where's your little trick? what about your magic?" In the midst of the rapid attack, the squinted eyes revealed a look that wanted to nail Alan somewhere, but it didn't affect Voldemort's spell casting speed comparable to that of a spell machine gun.
In this case, Alan will not easily use the shield to block Voldemort's spells, I don't know if Voldemort's magic is too strong in this state or Voldemort's magic is too hated at the moment, causing his combat power to explode, after taking a lead, Alan is simply crushed all the way to the point that he can only defend - before the absolute defensive magic of Holy Shelter can be used again, Alan doesn't want to use the shield to challenge how strong Voldemort's attack power is.
'Seventy-eight, seventy-nine-eighty!'
As the number was slowly counted, a vine directly blocked Voldemort's offensive route, and just after this slight deviation, there was a rustling sound from the originally small room, as if the whole house was about to be immediately captured by the army of ants. Countless vines grew slowly but firmly, almost everywhere, and filled the entire house.
If it were a field battle, this slow growth rate would definitely not be able to beat anyone - Eren really didn't have time to pour too much magic into the seed, and the small size of the house was more than enough to make up for this biggest flaw.
Among the wildly stretched vines, the vines in one area suddenly exploded, and the strange-shaped flowers quickly bloomed, and immediately after blooming, a large number of thorns erupted - the only pity was that Allen's own seeds had not been transformed, not even the most basic poison appeared on them.
"Defend, protect Crabbe!" Voldemort shouted a protective spell and smashed over, smashing a light blue membrane on Crabbe's body, easily blocking all attacks - no way, in this forested magic, no matter who would think that the wizard who cast the spell must have done something on the plant at the first time, at least extracting poison is the easiest thing, although I don't know how terrifying the wizard is to play poison.
At the same time as Voldemort's side struck, Allen's left hand suddenly stretched out and held it empty, as if he wanted to hold something in his hand.
The vine of strangulation!