Helmut frowned aggrievedly when he saw that his attack had no chance of working.

Then he narrowed his eyes and took two steps back without a trace.

The next moment, Helmut had no intention of continuing to attack, and suddenly made a phantom movement.

Xiwen looked at Helmut, whose body suddenly became distorted, his eyes moved, but he did not stop him, and even raised his hand to stop Miranda, who wanted to stop him from apparition.

In the twisted form, Helmut grinned and disappeared in place.

"Didn't the Ministry of Magic of the Enamel Kingdom fully apply the Anti-Phantom Shifting Spell, how could he still use the Phantom Shifter?" Miranda frowned, casually slapped the hand that Xiwen was holding in front of her, and turned her head to ask.

"It should be because the mirror space no longer belongs to the space of the original Ministry of Magic of the Enamel Kingdom, and the defensive spells in the ministry will naturally not have an effect here." Xiwen explained. "Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have been able to transform this field full of defensive magic so easily."

Miranda nodded, then asked suspiciously, "Since you know that there is no longer an anti-illusion illusion here, why should you let him escape?" ”

"I just wanted to verify one thing." Xiwen thought about it and said slowly.

Amid the cacophony of chanting incantations and the clashing of spells, Xiwen gently closed his eyes, and then reached out to draw a golden circle of light in front of him.

A broken marble floor flew in from behind the aperture, supporting a black-robed man lying on top of it, with a pale face.

"Found you, Mr. Helmut." Shivin opened his eyes and smiled at Helmut. "Do you still want to go back and move the rescuers?"

"Tell me, how can this be!" Helmut's face was covered with sweat, his face was colorless, and his expression was very hideous. "I haven't experienced a Phantom Shapeshifter split in twenty years, why is this happening in this weird space of yours?!"

During the shouting, a dark red blood poured out from the side of his body, and in the blink of an eye, it merged into a shallow pool of blood.

"Because I'm afraid this place isn't in the same space as your destination, Mr. Helmut." Xiwen sighed, looked at the place where Helmut had stayed before, and said softly.

There was a human leg wrapped in black dress trousers, lying limply on the ground.

"Speaking of which, I'd like to thank you this time, Helmut." Xiwen continued. "I've long wondered if mirror space can be detached by phantom shapeshifting, and it wasn't until today that I finally came to a conclusion."

Helmut glared at Shevin hatefully, his eyes weak but fierce.

Ignoring his gaze, Sivin beckoned to Helmut's left leg, manipulating it towards its master's body and catching it in the disconnected position.

"Vulur."

As Siwen whispered a mantra, the blood slowly flowed back into Helmut's body. His face gradually became a little bloody, and he was no longer as pale as before.

Helmut looked at his broken leg, his still pale lips trembling visibly.

"I don't understand, why are you treating me?" He looked at Xiwen incomprehensibly and asked in a cold voice.

"I'll keep you, naturally there are other things for you to do." Xiwen said casually.

After saying that, he ignored Helmut, who had almost lost his ability to fight, and casually rolled up his sleeves and walked to the wide platform in front of him, where the battle situation was almost settled.

My Healing Game

A glittering, boundless magic whip poured out from Xiwen's palm, binding all the saints who were already almost out of strength, and completely ending the battle.

"Patriarch Macmillan, help me count the injuries on our side, and then take the seriously injured to the Paris Magical Injury Hospital for treatment." Shivin walked over to Patriarch McMillan and patted him on the shoulder.

McMillan, who had just been paddling on the edge of the battlefield, was full of excitement, and quickly responded respectfully: "I will definitely complete the mission, Mr. Rozier!" ”

As he spoke, he quickly changed his expression, made a positive and dedicated performance, and ran towards the battlefield with small steps.

"Wait a minute." Xiwen said suddenly.

McMillan's footsteps suddenly froze in place, and he turned back and smiled, "Do you have any other orders, Mr. Rozier?" ”

"If I see you working hard next time, then there is no need for you to continue to be the head of the family." Xiwen said indifferently.

"Yes, I won't do it again!" McMillan's cold sweat soaked his wizard's robes, and he nodded in agreement.

He then hurried to the wounded comrades and thugs, and began to count the number of wounded and captured Umnos.

While McMillan was busy cleaning up the battlefield, Helmut, who had barely recovered his mobility, limped to Xiwen's side and asked in a somber voice, "What will you do with us?" ”

"It's up to Grindelwald how much he values you." Shivin turned his face sideways and looked at Helmut with a little deep meaning, and said. "Mr. Helmut, I need to ask you to help me tell Grindelwald that we can have a negotiation between the two of us."

"Tonight at eight o'clock, at the Père Lachaise cemetery, the old place of fourteen years ago will be gone!"

As the words fell, a golden circle of light quietly appeared next to Helmut at the same time, and behind the circle of light were the Wallace Fountain and four plane trees.

Helmut gave Shivin a deep look, then staggered out of the dimensional gate, blurred at the entrance to the Ministry of Magic in the Enamel Kingdom, and left Paris with a phantom.

Watching Helmut's figure disappear into place, Shivin shrugged his shoulders and turned to the members of the pure-blood new forces who had been cleaned up and shouted, "Call it a day, friends! ”

"Have a good rest today, maybe there will be a tough battle to fight in the evening."

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Paris, south of the Seine, Champ de Mars.

There is a towering iron tower standing in the afternoon sun.

Shevin and Miranda stood side by side on the lookout on the top floor, watching the bustling crowd beneath the tower.

Knowing that the army was about to enter Paris, most of the Muggles of the Enamel Kingdom flocked to the road with their families in tow, fleeing in the opposite direction to the south.

A large number of residents on the north bank of the Seine poured onto the roads and bridges, almost blocking the Jena Bridge facing the tower. The Eiffel Tower was empty, except for Shewin and Miranda, who stood leisurely at the top, at odds with the tense atmosphere of the Parisian people below.

Under the beautiful sunshine, people's hearts are all gray.

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