Chapter 392 Blockade

"What happened?"

Borlux asked with concern. He patted the corner of Nelson's clothes that had been scorched by the fire, and said, "Did some magic erupt below? Are you injured?"

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Black," Nelson shook his head, staring at the blue fire burning like a stove under his feet, "I'm just... a little curious."

"You must not be curious about this kind of thing," Borroux persuaded through gritted teeth, "I understand why the Sykes family disappeared overnight. Dr. Sykes is undoubtedly guilty of doing this kind of thing." Everyone's taboo, no one will allow him to try... At least I don't expect to find anything valuable from it."

"I understand, Mr. Black," Nelson nodded, looked at the wizards waiting solemnly around him, and said softly, "We can start now."

"Is the ultimate guardian enough?" Bolux confirmed to Nelson.

"Just release it when I start shouting." Nelson thought for a moment, then said, "I noticed that some of them didn't wear earplugs."

"It doesn't matter," Borlux laughed. "They caught the Wicked Bird with me once, and I'm afraid they won't hear the command."

"Okay." Nelson shrugged and said nothing, "It's not a big deal."

Long before the dawn, Nelson discussed with Borlocks how to close the Love House bunker, and Borlocks quickly arranged Nelson's request. The ultimate protection is not too difficult but has a high magic power. The magic spell required, fortunately, there are not too few wizards here, so it is not difficult - but Nelson's strange request for the release of the magic spell has caused many people trouble, but the ultimate protection in this plan is not used to block The bunker, on the contrary, is to protect themselves. Nelson asked them to stand on the edge of the pit evenly, and release the barrier to the surrounding open space, so as to form a funnel shape. Professionals" easily dispelled their doubts.

At this moment, Fiendfire in the bunker has become increasingly hot, and the ring-shaped alchemy barrier maintained around the circular room has emerged a conspicuous outline under the high temperature, and all kinds of ancient runes flicker violently on the barrier, like a tsunami. The sails almost collapsed, the masonry on the ground had been burnt to powder, and the sunless soil deep underground rolled and cracked under the high temperature, forming a hard shell like pottery, which quickly cracked due to the unbearable high temperature, and was swept away. The exhausted gas is blown into fine dross.

The row of unknown experimental bodies had long been turned into coke, mixed into the dust and disappeared.

It's time, Nelson nodded, pulled out his wand, and raised it high above his head. Three dazzling light spots surrounded the pothole. The light gradually condensed and became three interlaced beams of light that shot straight into the sky. A pyramid-shaped light tower was built on the top of the pit.

What is this? The same confusion flashed in the eyes of many people, and they didn't feel any strong magic power from it, as if it was just light.

"It's really just light." Nelson understood their confusion. He maintained his movements and counted the time silently. "It's just a striking light."

The wizard of the Black family standing opposite the pit suddenly felt a chill, the surrounding air seemed to be drained of temperature and quickly cooled down, a black shadow passed over his cheek, and when he raised his head to look at the sky, covering the sky The black shadow covering the sun enveloped his whole body.

"It's now!"

Nelson yelled, and the wizards subconsciously raised their wands while chanting: "Ultimate Guardian!"

The azure blue barrier instantly appeared on the wilderness, like a paper funnel, inserted into the ground, but fortunately there were no people living around, otherwise there would be another strange story here.

The sky-watching wizard widened his eyes in horror. He didn't have time to exclaim, and he didn't have time to remind his companions. In the next second, with a loud bang, everyone's ears became deaf for a short time.

The beeping sound like a brain-piercing sound pierced their hearts, and a huge sense of dizziness and nausea followed. Those wizards who did not wear earplugs as required regretted it. They only saw the black shadow passing by, but did not think of it The roar was enough to injure the cochlea, so that I almost lost my balance ability, and the whole person was staggering and staggering.

After the impact, those wizards wearing earplugs also felt the same feeling. They lowered their heads and suddenly found that the ground under their feet had become undulating like sea waves, and the funnel-shaped barrier was squeezed outward by some kind of huge force, like The phonograph horn is average. Inside the barrier, crimson magma and molten iron were slowly flowing along the inner wall, and blue flames splashed from the bottom and quickly extinguished.

Nelson didn't control Fiendfyre with a lighter. What exactly extinguished this black magic flame that claims to burn everything?

The wizard looking up at the sky may know all this, but he has already passed out and is unconscious.

Nelson held Borlocks by the shoulders, took him away from here, and quickly returned, using Apparation to repeat the action just now, bringing every wizard to the courtyard of the Home of Love in the distance.

"What just happened?"

Bolux lay on the ground, covered his head and yelled, no one answered him, even he couldn't hear his own voice, his ears were filled with buzzing like flies, and a cold touch came from his hands , he lowered his head, holding a bottle of emerald green liquid in his hand, and a piece of parchment next to it.

Borlux shook his head, the dizziness made him see everything as a double image, he blinked his eyes hard to distinguish the situation, until the three lines on the parchment slowly merged into one, he resisted the desire to vomit and read stand up.

"Two drops on each eyelid can effectively relieve dizziness. Sorry, I miscalculated the power of magic."

There is Nelson's signature on the back. He propped his upper body upright on the ground and looked around at the three times the number of people around him. He didn't find Nelson's conspicuous blond hair, so he dripped two drops for himself, lay back on the ground again, and turned his head to look at the bunker. direction, waved his hand weakly, and said, "Is anyone still alive? Take this thing and put two drops on everyone's eyes."

The butler staggered over from the side. The experience just now made his old bones a little unstable. He silently took the crystal bottle from the master and walked towards the wounded.

"****, I didn't get anything when I came here..." Borlux swears angrily, and quickly comforts himself, "At least I found an invincible tactic-as long as the enemy is stunned , they see us as triple people."

At times like this, the prudish Borroux looked like Alphard's father.

His eyes were concentrated on the underground palace in the distance. On the ground filled with smoke and dust, like a doomsday, a mushroom-shaped black cloud slowly rose, and the surrounding air became distorted. I can feel the heat inside.

"Can anyone tell me what just happened?"

No one responded to him, and everyone had the same doubts. Such power was no longer pure magic, and the wizard who had witnessed everything was still lying quietly on the ground with a satisfied smile on his face. Sink into sweet dreams.

Wisps of white mist drifted out from the top of the mushroom cloud. Borlux stared at the "magic" in front of him with wide eyes, but under the cover of smoke and dust, he couldn't see the doorway clearly.

Nelson was in the center of the explosion, standing proudly on a giant stalagmite-like tall metal wedge. The wedge was regular in shape and made up of countless small parts. There was a part of nearly ten meters exposed on the ground. How many.

"It's for nothing again."

A huge red one-eyed lighted up behind him like the setting sun, and Alexander revealed his real body under the cover of the lost fog. Mirror-smooth, a nearly transparent lavender flame burns in the blast furnace on the chest, which seems to have been stolen by Nelson from Grindelwald in Salem. It no longer has the same hot and oppressive feeling as the original blue fire, but understands People who are Fiendfire will understand that the temperature of this kind of flame is much higher than that of beginners.

Alexander's fist has become more flexible, almost like the hands of normal people, and its strength has also been increased far beyond before. In every joint of it, there is a dangerous blue light under the light armor. It is also equipped with a blast furnace that burns magic power with Fierce Flame, making every tiny movement of it full of powerful explosive power.

While Nelson is getting more and more familiar with the twilight illusion, the lost mist sprayed from the trachea also adds to the power of magic. It can sneak into the twilight illusion at any time and come to the world at any time, and it can also sneak with a part of the body. On its left shoulder, Newborn mayflies flew out of the castle-like window in a row, and quickly disappeared into the air—it was not only a war machine, but also an arsenal that would never rest. And those shining magic lines all over the body and the cold barrels that can be seen everywhere all reveal the firepower of its one-man army. If someone still regards it as a stupid big man with only strength, he will regret it.

Alexander bent down and looked silently at Nelson at the top of the wedge. Nelson nodded, jumped, and turned into a white cat in the air, stepped on the protruding parts and jumped on top of its head. On the throne, stroking the armrest of the throne, as if stroking the hair of Alexander the Great.

"Crack..."

The soil clods not far away cracked, and a claw covered with bristles and sharp barbs broke through the ground and stretched out. Most of its skin had been burned to pieces by the high temperature, and even charred muscles and bones could be seen. But this vitality is amazing enough! But Nelson didn't look at it at all, and Alexander didn't even think about moving. A red light shot out from its little finger, drawing a straight line in the air. In the next second, a red line appeared on the ground where the claws were. The incomparable claws were easily divided into two halves, and the red line was the appearance of the melted soil exuding high temperature.

"It's so ugly..." Nelson sighed with his eyes closed, "Let's give the things that are still alive below a piece of cake and leave a text... Each... No, just leave a slice for each person."

As soon as he finished speaking, Alexander's left hand trembled, and a net woven of red light quickly passed by. No one noticed what happened, but the mayflies wielding blades were already dispatched to leave slices.

"Bury it completely here."

Nelson raised his hand and slipped his wand into the armrest.

Alexander's fists were crossed and held high above his head, his arms slammed down with hot steam and blue pillars of fire, and he slammed down against the wedge.

"Boom!"

A wave of air spread around the center of the impact point, and Borlux, who just felt better sitting up, only held on for a second before lying down. The smoke and dust shrouded in the surrounding area were instantly blown away. In a vague way, Borlux saw a burly giant, but his eyes were quickly blown by the strong wind and had to be closed tightly. When he opened his eyes again, there was The ground has long been empty, only a person standing in the bunker can be seen from a distance, a crack appeared on the ground, born from where Nelson was, and extended to the foot of Borrox in a zigzag way, he could see Nelson Several cracks extending radially from the center to all directions.

What surprised him the most was that there were circles of wrinkled hills on the originally flat wasteland, like the water waves of a stone falling into a pool, which were solidified on this troubled land.

Standing up, he noticed Nelson nodding in the distance, and Apparated to Nelson.

"Is the blockade successful?"

The underground palace is gone, replaced by a silver metal disc that is flush with the ground and the size is similar to a pothole. Dozens of concentric circles filled with runes are engraved on the disc. runes, but he found that he could not understand the meaning of these runes.

The combination of those radial cracks and the disc is like another sun lying on the ground and looking far away from the sky.

Nelson handed a stack of old and yellowed parchments to Borroux and said, "Dr. Sykes' research records, you must keep them."

Borlux, who was very interested in this place, quickly waved his hand and declined, "I can't bear such a wicked thing."

"I flipped through it roughly, and there are still some things worth noting," Nelson shrugged. "When I find something useful from it, I will share it with you."

"Let's talk about it later." Borrox said with a dry smile.

"I can't give you this stack," Nelson said, showing a thinner volume of leather notebooks that looked new, as if they had been written in recent years. "They are very important to me."

Borrox glanced at it, and there was a dizzyingly large eye drawn on the cover.

"You don't even need to tell me," Borroux looked at the three Nelsons in front of him sincerely, and smiled, "I'm already very touched that you can tell your heart like this."

Nelson put the notebook away carefully: "I'm sorry to trouble you."