Chapter 1025 ? My Father Never Slapped Me in the Face...
The duel started in this inconspicuous little park, but unlike other audiences who imagined that the world would immediately collapse, the two black-robed wizards cautiously used magic to detect each other at the same time.
Voldemort, who was angry and wanted to do it directly, had some doubts in his eyes. After investigation, he fully understood that Alan's method of casting spells without a wand was probably higher than his, but the power of magic without a wand would not be weakened even for existence like them. , but it will also lose the bonus of the wand. Voldemort did not expect that Allen would bring such a large wand as an actual combat tool-this kind of thing that has a larger increase than the wand, but it will also slow down the casting of spells is almost in use The modern era has been eliminated, and only some guys like Lucius or Mad Eye will hide their wands in walking sticks or walking sticks because of arty or for concealment.
And Allen could feel that Voldemort was exploring himself like he was exploring the other party. He then activated his prophecy eyes to activate the prophetic ability, and then in Allen's mind came the defensive methods and tactical arrangements that Voldemort might carry out—— But Allen just used him as a reference, as this kind of quick prophecy, the detected information is just the opponent's plan when casting this ability, and Voldemort may even change his mind because he noticed the activation of his prophecy eye itself. Another tactic is offensive and defensive.
"Tom... It seems that I should have brought you some surprises today?" Allen asked Voldemort, "Isn't it? I thought you would be more aggressive than last year... I didn't expect you to be quite cautious ..."
"You're challenging my patience, boy. There are only two things I can assure you of..." Voldemort replied with a throbbing of the veins in his bald head, "We might surprise each other today...but in the end, I will destroy you!"
As if on a signal, the two black-robed wizards began to cast spells at the same time, and then almost at the same moment, the two spells burst into shape from the air, and a black-spotted wind burst from the tip of Voldemort's outstretched wand. , with thousands of blade-like negative energies forming a cone and rushing towards Allen, several small bugs that are common in summer turned to ashes before falling to the ground, and they did not directly touch To the curse, but also indirectly drained of life.
But immediately, this burst of negative energy disappeared without a trace before it touched Allen and before he felt a change in temperature. Allen was already an experienced prophet, and with the help of spell recognition, Before Voldemort cast a spell, he judged the spell that the Dark Lord in front of him was about to cast, and manipulated the right opposite magic energy to make them devour each other—out of caution, he just canceled it instead of reversing it like educating his own students it.
"Very well." Voldemort reminded himself by narrowing his eyes, "Looks like we'll have to spend some time."
Neither of them expected to settle the other so quickly.
Surrounded by a shadow shield resembling a super-strong iron armor, Alan floated in the darkness behind the shield so that Voldemort could not determine his position. He cast this spell just after he finished speaking, which would make the duel time It took a little longer, but Allen thought it was worth it, because apart from protecting Allen from some basic spells, Allen knew that the Dark Lord could cast other powerful spells—too powerful A spell that penetrates this shield without attenuation.
But at least this shadow shield gives Tom a little less choice.
"Boy, what are you afraid of?" Voldemort said to Allen with a sneer, "I am different from your fans, but I have no intention of kissing you." Saying that, Voldemort also clothed himself with super armor to protect himself shield,
And conjuring out of thin air that silver shield that can resist spells.
Allen, who was also floating on the bottomless darkness of the Claw Rift, also laughed: "Tom, I actually decided to take some time because I want to give you a little warning, but I will wait until you want to I'll tell you when I hear it."
"We could simply float here." Voldemort's tone grew impatient, "wait for one of the defenses to go down first - this interesting shield of yours, or this silver shield of mine... But boy, You want our duel to be so boring in front of all wizards?"
"Well, you're right." Allen replied casually, he didn't pay attention to whether the Dark Lord really heard it, and then the voice in the shadow shield indicated that he started to cast another spell, and the Dark Lord held tightly Wand, trying to identify the magic that Allen is going to cast in order to prepare to defend against the spell.
But to the Dark Lord's surprise, there was no magic coming out from behind the shadow shield, and Alan Apparated quickly teleported himself in the air close to the Dark Lord, appeared more than ten feet behind him on the lower left, and then faced him Sora stretched out his right hand, and the Dark Lord judged from the opponent's expression that the opponent's magic had succeeded.
Then the sore spot from the Dark Lord's left hand proved this point. He was very proficient in black magic and knew that his vitality was passing away from his left hand that was held by Allen in the air. He glanced down and said to himself The pale left hand that was still holding the silver shield was evidenced by the skin that had begun to wither and spread and began to rot.
They looked at each other as if their opponents were themselves in a mirror.
Not far away, the surface of the sphere of the shadow shield made by Allen quickly disintegrated, making a strange sound that even distracted Voldemort, but the continuing pain made Voldemort shake his head and use magic power to attack the opponent's vampire. Touch, and then Voldemort did not try to distance himself from the opponent's spellcasting range, but flew towards Allen, further shortening the distance between them and preparing to release another spell he had gathered earlier.
On the tip of the wand on the palm of the Dark Lord's right hand, a bead of dancing black and red flame light appeared. He looked down at Allen, and the pain in his left hand had disappeared, but Voldemort still retracted his right arm further and aimed at the eyes The face of the white-haired wizard, and then forcefully threw the magic orb made of chaos and evil power.
Allen's cold gaze from the eyes that seemed to look at him as if he was looking at the dead attacked him, and he, who had already dispelled the previous magic, let a series of poems with ancient spells with obscure accents and rhythms that the mysterious person could not recognize The composed spell quickly echoed between the two.
The Dark Lord took the lead in launching the attack and it took effect first. Allen's movements in the air suddenly slowed down. The surrounding air became thinner because of the hot air made by Voldemort's magic beads. He felt that his lungs had difficulty breathing, and there was a short explosion. The sound then turned into a louder grunting bubble burst. Alan's Grand Arcanist staff hit his own face due to the change in air pressure. Lun felt that his lower lip lost consciousness for a while, which made him, who had never experienced any pain except the upper and lower parts of the moon, because the soreness caused by the pain made tears fill his eyes uncontrollably.
And the expression of the Dark Lord changed from distorted excitement to shock. His flaming magic orb, which condensed the energy of the demons of the abyss, should have been released into a big explosion with a diameter of seven steps after approaching the boy's head in front of him. The fireball completely scorched his handsome face—but none of this happened.
A gleaming blue-black smoke gushed out in the air around Allen. Voldemort told himself that the energy of this smoke was also the one he was most familiar with. A vortex is formed under the distortion of this wind force.
And Voldemort watched as the magic orb he cast, together with the light it produced, was absorbed into that vortex-then the Dark Lord realized that it was not only his own magic, but that he himself was also unknowingly because of being too close. After being hit by the trick, the mysterious man felt that his joints were gradually weakening, and his hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably. An unprecedented sense of weakness and aging surrounded the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord's flying spell also lost its effectiveness. After being sucked away, he showed his human form and fell to the ground.
The spell Alan casts is an energy-absorbing spell that is almost at the same level as the high-level spell Gate to Another World. He opens a channel that connects the caster's world and negative energy, and Alan himself becomes the link connecting these two realms. Conductor, absorbing the life force and magic power of the subject of the spell, the Dark Lord, allowing him to get a temporary supplement.
After landing, Voldemort began to try to undo this kind of injury that he thought was cursed, but the feeling of weakness told him that he was temporarily powerless against it, so he raised his silver shield in one hand and said, "It should be Harris, What kind of magic is this?"
Because of the extra temporary vitality and the fact that Alan had absorbed some chaotic magic power from the Dark Lord, he looked a little too excited compared to just now. He pulled his lower lip and touched the inside, confirming with a slightly vicious and cruel expression. The bite wound caused by being hit by his staff and then hit his teeth has healed, "Tom, I have to pay you back."
"What?!" The Dark Lord who was still on the ground responded, and then saw Alan also landed on the ground in the sky.
"My dad has never hit me in the face..." After Allen finished speaking, he changed his wand into two hands and weighed it, then put his eyes on Voldemort's bald head, "I mean , I have to pay you back..."