There is a saying that the so-called magic in the world is unbreakable, only fast is unbreakable!

No matter how subtle and powerful the magic, there is a way to deal with it. There is always a time for magic to fly from the time the wand flies out to the time it hits the enemy, and if it is fast enough, it can completely knock down the enemy before they can react, and the opponent will not have time to react.

In theory, it is indeed invulnerable.

In fact, there is a big problem that cannot be solved. That is, the use of magic through musical instruments, and the biggest difference from wands or magic ornaments is that magic is not linear, but spreads in all directions like sound. Undoubtedly, if you use it directly on the battlefield, it is completely a method that will end up together.

Therefore, the magic used by the band is actually not as scary as it seems, and everyone uses the defensive ability slightly lower than their own family's standard armor as the upper limit to ensure that their own spears will not pierce their own shields, so that the types of magic that the band can use are greatly limited.

The enemy fell like an onion until the third platoon. It's not that the magic power is decaying, it's that the third row is clearly wearing armor.

"Wait, you don't agree—" Before the waiter could finish his sentence, he was split in two by a sword from Phoenix, who was riding on a broomstick.

The two sides were less than 1 kilometer apart, and at the speed of Peverell's entire charge, they could meet in less than ten seconds. During the brief process of approaching, Phoenix caught a glimpse of the flag bearer standing behind the enemy leaders, holding the family flag. He caught a glimpse of the reindeer flag, the star-moon flag, and the forest fairy flag...... For a moment he couldn't remember that these coats of arms belonged to those families. The flag fluttered in the wind and flew over the pole. The leaders of the enemy armoured forces generally rode armored pegasus horses, shouting to gather the troops that had just been raided.

The hasty call to battle was not communicated to the whole army, and it was overrushed by Peverell.

The rhythm of the trumpets became rapid and bitter, like a cold wind from the north, which made people shudder, as if urging the soldiers to fight to kill the enemy.

Knock away the broomstick, which is already empty.

The sound of military music faded, and the hiss filled the void. On either side of him, the hot spell spilled a brilliant green rainbow, and even the air seemed to burn, and the hot breath poured down his nostrils into his lungs, making him very uncomfortable.

At the same time, the whole army dispersed, and in groups of three, began to hunt freely.

Phoenix lunged all the way, slashing spells destroying any enemy who dared to stand in his way. Kill all the way from beginning to end, through to the end. Looking up from the ground, the entire enemy team was split in two.

Fully implemented, the idea that the wizarding world can do whatever it wants if it is strong. This tactic can also demoralize the armies that use phalanxes against the enemy, and through repeated attacks, they can be confused, creating a local advantage for Peverell to flexibly play a three-man squad.

Many fell off their mounts, and their shouts turned to wailing. He caught a glimpse of a man with a cloak embroidered with the Sun and Moon coat of arms, roaring green fire and swooping down on an elderly member of Peverell, the two of them hugging each other tightly, the green flames quickly engulfing them and their mounts under their hips, and the air began to rain down, and countless people either fell from the sky with screams, or parts of their bodies flew in all directions with chaotic spells.

Under the onslaught of Phoenix, the formations of both sides are gradually disintegrating, the difference is that the Peverell army is conscious, while the Frankish army is more passive.

At that moment a knight galloped and rushed towards him.

Watson and Hermione attacked, and the other party shouted loudly, "For Lord Roland, for Lord Roland in Paris!"

Phoenix was straight and neat, and shut him up with a killing curse. But he was narrowly avoided by the other party. Neither side in the air avoided it, and rushed straight towards each other, and at the extremely high relative speed, neither side had time to recite a spell. Phoenix decisively put away his wand, grasped his saber, and planned to pass by the knight and knock him straight down.

As a pegasus and a firebolt collided, Phoenix lunged upwards, his sword turning sideways with the turn of his wrist. The two of them staggered for a moment, the weak protection at the elbow joint of his right hand seemed to be stuck to something, and before he could understand what was going on, a sharp pain suddenly exploded, and the saber was immediately taken off. Without heading, he drew his wand and shot a stream of golden flames behind him. But with a terrifying crash, he fell off the broomstick. He heard Hermione exclaim and Watson's exclamation.

He hurriedly turned over and saw the tail of a winged demon piercing his elbow joint, and blood splattered towards his face, activating the magic inscriptions engraved in the armor, which were super sense spells, obstacle spells, and armor spells. The most effective spell is the Super Sense Spell, any incoming magic or object that enters Phoenix's body within 5 meters will be sensed, and the latter two spells will be activated immediately for protection.

That's pretty much the standard setting for armor protection.

He tapped his wand on his armor to revoke the protective charm, so that blood would not obscure his vision.

The knight he shot down turned into a cloud of black smoke and leaned over, high above.

"Phoenix Peverell, you didn't expect that!" he shouted downward, his expression overflowing with excitement - he could feel it, even though he was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression.

He thought he was sure to win? too soon.

A spear poked into the knight's chest, and he swung his wand wide, slashing the spear away. Taking advantage of this gap, with the manipulation of the wand, the saber slashed off the tail of the Winged Demon. He then dissolves into a cloud of white mist - the color of the flying spell depends on the color of the user's clothing at the time of casting.

However, the knight was right, and the Phoenix flight path was followed, and the two collided together. As soon as the two flying charms came into contact, they formed an entanglement effect, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

"Die!" he roared, grabbing Phoenix by the shoulder and swooping down on the ground.

The shield embedded in the right arm instantly enlarged and created a barrier between people. Golden-red flames burst out from the elbows of the hands, repairing the joints in the hands. As he touched the ground, the flames of the Magic Animagus enveloped the knight, and Phoenix himself appeared above, the fireball crashing into the ground.

Then, he keenly apparitioned once more, looking for an additional killing curse. When he reappeared, a spell came to him. He almost consciously held his shield in front of him, and the moment he resisted the spell, he apparitioned again.

When it reappeared, a flock of tomahawks rained down on the shield. The shield clanged crisply, and his arm tingled.

The third, fourth—each time he appeared, he seemed to know he was going to appear there, and played an early light, each attack easily defused. This made Phoenix break out in a cold sweat, and before the battle, he thought that he might run into an opponent like Voldemort, but the reality was often cruel, and after a few encounters, he had to rely on the "invincible" period of the magic Animagus, struggling to support it.