Chapter 1550? Confidence
Not noticing the loss of the fleet, Hermione's face flashed with joy. She had never fought against Voldemort before, but now her confidence in successfully resisting Voldemort has greatly increased. Still strong, but she didn't let up, she stabilized her temper and continued to subsidize the defense for the magic shield, and repaired the damage without relaxing.
Penello noticed the loss on the ship, but although she was a little annoyed by the fact that her confidant had no loss, she easily turned the staff in her hand within the range of conscious acceptance, and looked at the Dark Lord in front of her. She laughed deliberately arrogantly: "Even The interaction of the little witch who just graduated is invincible, and the Dark Lord only has this strength? No wonder the Gaunt family is extinct..."
"How dare you... how dare you..." Bellatrix screamed incoherently, green spells sprang from the tip of the staff again, "I'm going to kill you...filthy bastard!"
This has indeed dealt a severe blow to the morale of the Death Eaters. They have all determined that their master is the invincible Alan Harris, but now the savior's opponent is the current master's master, a god, there is no way to come here On the other hand, this made the dark wizards who thought they had the highest level of combat power in the vicinity start to fear, and began to worry about how they should win if the people around them were so powerful...
"It's really shameful, as a pure blood, but I love two dirty Mudbloods so much..." Voldemort gritted his teeth on his hideous face, and his mummy-like corrupt prosthetic hand was clenched into a fist, making his original ghostly appearance The general magic robe composed of seven dark green colors flutters—the color of this old clothes seems to have changed after he became a lich and stayed in the underworld. (Author's note: In the movie, when Voldemort was just resurrected, his robes were in seven colors, but every time a Horcrux is destroyed, there will be one less green.)
The former Dark Lord is very annoyed at the bottom of his heart. After being transformed into an undead by the god of death, Hai Erbo, he consciously strengthened his strength. Even though he knew that he was still no match for Alan Harris, he somewhat regained his confidence in his own strength , I think that among the wizards in the world today, except for Allen, I am afraid that no one can be called his opponent.
But the reality hit Voldemort hard again. He found that even the witches around Harris had become so powerful that they could resist his spells, and apparently they all learned some of Harris' tricks...
Inevitably, a bloodlust of jealousy consumed Voldemort in one fell swoop.
"These two mudbloods are lucky, they easily obtained the knowledge that I, who was born in an orphanage, could not obtain..."
Just after thinking about it, a continuous red blood vessel-shaped ray was suddenly released from the pupil of Voldemort's Eye of Vecna, rushing forward with his unwillingness, and directly hit the hemispherical magic shield in front. The shield, as if a boulder had hit the glass, cracked the originally reinforced magic shield in an instant, and then shattered, turning into invisible energy and sucking it into the red rays.
Although this spell did not cause more damage, it seemed to be a signal,
The raindrop-like spells mixed with axes and javelins threw Hermione and Penello in the air, but these Death Eaters' spells and those death knights hit them with weapons, but after all, they were much worse than Voldemort. Resisted by Hermione's all protection and other barriers, they bounced off one after another.
Even in this flustered rhythm, Hermione still maintained the standard spell-casting movements in the textbook, but the sweat-wet hair on her forehead revealed that she was not relaxed at this time.
Penello also put away his previous relaxed look, spit out a large piece of silver silk thread and formed a net to cover his head, trying to restrain the actions of some Death Eaters.
Pansy and Drogon can still breathe out dragon breath to attack, but for Hermione and Penello, before the airship in the rear has just come up, the two of them face this kind of fierce attack with concentrated firepower alone. Being able to continuously cast magic to barely parry, can't cause more damage to the opponent.
Seeing that the opponent's arrogance was knocked down, Rudolphs grinned and cast a blazing flame, the flames jumped in his pupils, and he ordered loudly to his subordinates: "Use Fierce Flame, blazing flame... burn it, burn it to death they!"
Bellatrix's ashen cheeks were sunken, she looked haggard and bony, but she was full of excitement and fanaticism. She threw her head up and laughed wildly. She wanted to cover up the fact that her master's magic had been resisted Panic after living.
Voldemort flashed to the death knight William who was wearing a nose helmet, and hissed in a cold tone: "Muggle Duke, the form is obvious...It is a wise choice for wizards to fight against wizards. Are you willing to fight with wizards now? Should I switch directions?"
There was no lack of irony in the Dark Lord's words, and he looked at the leader of the undead knights calmly - as far as the situation just now is concerned, without the help of wizards, these undead knights obviously have not so many ways to deal with people like Pei Wizards like Nello Clearwater and Hermione Granger and their dragon attacks.
"Facts once again prove that the Lord Dark Lord is extremely wise. When he found that there was no Harris over there, he immediately took us here, Duke of Muggles, and left this side to us." Labastan echoed excitedly.
Voldemort, who was originally divided into two teams to deal with these living people, appeared here at this moment precisely because they found that there were no Harriss in the area they were in charge of.
After learning from intelligence that Harris and the others gathered in the area where the death knight William was in charge of attacking, and receiving an order from the God of Death to strengthen the attack, the Dark Lord immediately sent over to exchange the offensive with William and the others. In the end, it just happened to catch up with the airship fleet that attacked the wizards, helping the Necromancers to display their defenses.
"I don't need you, it's not like we can't hit!"
Feeling insulted by the other party because his boast did not come true, the anger made Harald's eye sockets flash with two red lights and dance vigorously.
As soon as the words of the former Viking King Harald fell, the other two death knight commanders turned around tacitly, and shouted loudly to greet their death knight subordinates to regroup. These death knights immediately stopped throwing weapons and lined up. Lined up neatly, holding their own weapons in their hands, they are unemotionally dressed in iron armor, giving people an unrivaled sense of chill.
William the Conqueror turned around and yelled at the death knights he led: "Give me some energy and cast it! Let our new colleagues see our spells! Let these living creatures feel the shadow of death!"