"Give up resistance, wizard."

Shout out to the Wizard Mobile Force personnel, "You are surrounded."

"Can you still turn into that black thing?" Johnson gritted his teeth and pulled out the anesthetic needle that had been inserted into his body.

A little anesthetic was injected into his body, but fortunately he was as strong as an ox, and there was nothing too big to do except for some sleepiness.

"I don't think I can't," Credence wasn't much better.

If it was before he participated in the Battle of Magic Crystal Island, he would not have much trouble dealing with these Muggles.

But now he is fighting and worrying about running away silently, and he is very troublesome when he takes care of both sides.

"It was a terrible day."

Johnson flicked the big wooden stick in his hand, and he said, "Maybe we can get out of the fireplace."

"Those wizards are still in their hands." Credence also hopes to save those people, Muggles attack here, and it may not be good to capture wizards.

"Well, hopefully we won't be one of them."

Unable to convince Credence, Johnson had no intention of leaving.

He said, "I'm going out to get their attention, and you're going to save them."

Johnson is ready to sacrifice himself in exchange for opportunity.

The Muggles outside were still shouting.

They never gave up attacking the building.

"Hell, I still can't open it."

The commander cursed that the building had been blown up with C4 several times, but it had not been successfully opened.

If they get too close, they will be bounced away by a force, which makes them helpless.

"That transformer, you must get it back, this is a rare research sample!"

The technician, who had been injected with a dozen injections of anesthetic, was forced to wake up by an injection of adrenaline, and he was bound to Creddons.

That wizard was clearly more valuable than the others.

"What's the sound?"

They wear high-tech headphones that help them improve their hearing and keep in touch.

In their headphones, some strange sounds come out.

Sounds like a dog barking.

The next second.

The door to Johnny's Silverhand store is opened.

Immediately after that, more than a dozen half-human-tall big dogs ran out of it.

"Shoot!" The commander did not hesitate and immediately gave the order to shoot.

Bullets were dumped, but these dogs weren't real dogs.

After being hit by the anesthetic, it was ejected.

The bloody jaw dragged the muggle in front of him.

"According to the information, this is a magic supply shop, and everyone switches bullets!"

Replace the bullets again, and the lethal bullets are no longer the sparks that will be bounced off the ping-pong sparks.

Johnson came out with a box in his hand, his arms bulging, and he threw things out with all his might.

The box that flew into the sky opened, and wizards jumped out of it.

At the moment of landing, it turns into a stone soldier of equal height.

Muggles were caught off guard.

"It's now!"

Johnson charged with a stick and an oak shield in his hand.

He rushed into the crowd, the oak shield glowed, and the people around him were bounced five or six meters away.

A channel is opened.

Credence saw an opportunity, and he exploded into silence and rushed into the cage where the wizard was imprisoned.

The force was so strong that the cage turned into a twist and was thrown aside, and then it spread out to envelop all the wizards.

The Muggles who reacted didn't bother to reload, and the bullets poured out.

But the bullet couldn't damage Silent Ran, and it turned into a large mass and rushed into the sky and fell heavily.

Dense black tentacles passed through the Muggle's body.

Credence tugged hard, sending all the Muggles flying away.

With everything done, he flew towards Johnny Silverhand's store.

"Can't let him run!"

The commander shouted angrily and snatched the bazooka next to him and set it up.

"Stop!" The researcher yelled angrily, "These are research samples!"

But the commander doesn't care about this, his task is to capture, and if he can't be caught, he will use destruction.

Pressing the switch, the missile flew towards Silent Ran.

Credence was armed with a dozen wizards, unable to react at all.

Just as it was about to touch it, the flying missile was streaked by a cold light.

Like a hot knife cutting butter, the sword slashed.

Immediately after, nineteen iron armor spells lit up, separating the explosions.

"What's that?"

The Commander's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

In the flames, a person slowly walked out.

Credence arrived at the Silver Hand Johnny store, and he looked around.

A man with surprisingly strong arms, a sword capable of slicing through everything in his hand is slowly raised.

"Neville Longbottom?"

Johnson was surrounded, and he couldn't help but exclaim when he saw that figure.

In the Battle of Magic Crystal Island, that sword-wielding figure was definitely the most special existence.

Compared to wizards, Neville's excellent swordsmanship is as stunning as the legendary Knights of the Round Table.

And after the battle, this lion of Longbottom had a new name.

Juggernaut.

His sword is capable of storing magic and slicing through it.

Neville moved.

Like a lion running on the prairie, he turned into a straight line in the flames, breaking into the ranks of Muggles without hindrance.

The blade of the sword flips.

The Muggle's dangerous iron wand was sliced open the moment it made contact with the blade.

Neville killed all the way, and the Muggles who reacted opened fire.

The bullet flew towards Neville's back, a moment before it was about to collide.

The sturdy body, with an unbelievable speed, turned around with a sword in its hand.

The bullet split in half and flew towards the two Muggles, causing them to fall.

"How did he do it? Isn't he a wizard?"

The commander is already messy in the wind, what kind of person is this.

It is said that the greatest threat to a good wizard is magic, but this person is completely different.

Even the team members who wore body armor were cut in an instant.

The sword in his hand was like an artifact, and Neville's speed was getting faster and faster.

He was already a gust of wind, and before anyone could react, it passed.

He's alone.

Killed through the entire mobile unit.

The Commander looked at the sword that had rested less than an inch at his throat.

Behind Neville, several members of the Wizarding Mobile Unit collapsed unconsciously.

Researchers are already scared to pee.

The team that specializes in dealing with wizards could never have imagined that there would be such a monster.

The commander pretended to be calm, and he said, "You're working against the government."

"And you, against our king." Neville's voice rang out.

This once cowardly student has grown into one of the strongest combat forces in the entire wizarding world.

The tip of the sword was slightly raised, and the commander's tough words turned into silence.

"You killed our people," the Commander, an elite Special Forces veteran after all, stared at Neville, "You can't afford these results."

"It's not the first time."

Neville's sword slowly drooped, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground.

He looked around.

The once thriving Plymouth colony is now under attack and caught in flames.

The commander saw that his attention was not on himself, and vaguely glanced at the gun at his waist.

He's a fast gunner, and he only needs a few tenths of a second to shoot.

This one

Distance, even if you don't need to aim, you can definitely hit.

Thoughts in the head.

There is only one chance.

The commander moved.

He was so fast that even the researchers on the side didn't notice that his hand had drawn his matching gun.

The trigger is pulled, the tail of the bullet is struck hard by the firing pin, and the gunpowder stimulates the completion of the power demand.

In the chamber of the gun, the bullet burst out of its head with a spewed flame.

A smile appeared on the commander's face.

This is the end of carelessness, although the wizard's physique is a little better than that of ordinary people, but after being shot, it is the killing of emptying the magazine.

The voice rang out.

Flames erupt.

"Thorn."

The commander stared blankly at his gun.

Neville looked at him.

After two seconds, the barrel of the gun parted from the middle, and along with it, the bullet that flew out less than a centimeter.

At the same time there are the commander's fingers.

Neville kept his sword up, a drop of red blood sliding off the tip of the sword.

The blood touched the ground, and the commander fell.

The researchers were completely dumbfounded.

Anything that is not material, he is about to die, where will he have other thoughts.

Neville glanced at him, turned and slowly left.

Johnson stood up with his stick and gave Neville a thumbs up.

"A very beautiful sword."

"Can you still go?" Neville's strong arm strength was enough to pull up Johnson's big man, and he asked with concern, "Do you need me to carry you?"

"I don't think I need it yet, and sure enough, those who can follow the king are all strong."

As a believer in the king, Johnson believes in the supremacy of power.

He was completely subdued by Neville, a man with a strong physique and the ability to annihilate mobile forces alone, and he could definitely be called a target by himself.

Neville seemed to turn back into the shy Gryffindor, scratching his head and smiling.

Credence sent the other wizards into the fireplace and left, suppressing his near-popping silence.

The silent black gas continued to drill out, and Credence calmed himself down, and retracted it with great perseverance.

He needs to keep his emotions stable.

Johnson also changed his mind about Credence.

He admits that this man has the ability to protect Nagini.

"Wait, I'm going to ask."

Credence refused to leave now, and he staggered over to the researcher, staring him in the eye and asking, "How did you find out here?"

"Wizard, it was the wizard who told us."

The researchers were terrified and poured out everything they knew.

It was incredible to hear that it was a sorcerer's betrayal.

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