In its fighter jet form, La Voiture Noire can reach speeds of Mach 10, making it possible to travel from Berlin to the Black Forest in just 5 minutes.
The elderly members of the Wizards' Purity Party, imprisoned for half a century, had no idea what Magical Communicator was; all they knew was that they were doomed.
"Click-clack—" The scorpion's pincers clanged together, producing a chilling sound.
While juvenile scorpion-tailed beasts are not fatal, a sting from one can cause complete paralysis. If one is in a cage, it's manageable, but if one is not careful on top of the cage, one can fall into the abyss-like lair.
Vincent activated the automatic cruise function of the La Voiture Noire and looked down. Countless scorpion-tailed beasts were climbing upwards.
Their outer skin possesses magic resistance second only to dragon scales, making it difficult for conventional magic to have any effect.
The wand was of little use here. If the Flamel Ring hadn't been unable to become liquid like Magical Communicator, Pandora's firepower would have been enough to get them out of Erkstag.
Old Kramer was starting to panic as the scorpion-tailed beasts drew closer. "Young man, if this continues, we'll become their nutrients before we even get a chance to breathe fresh air!"
Panic quickly spread, and before they could lose control, Vincent reshaped the grappling hook gun, which he had remodeled from his Mithril Robe, back into a flamethrower with his bare hands.
Lacking a wand, he could only sketch a simple set of fire-breathing Magical Runes.
He pulled the trigger, unleashing a burst of flame half a meter high.
Several scorpion-tailed beasts were engulfed by the flames; living in darkness, they were indeed afraid of fire.
With their mastery of silent Nonverbal spells and Wandless Magic, and even the ability to recreate alchemical artifacts with their bare hands, the elders of the Wizards' Purity Party seem to have seen hope again.
There was only one flamethrower, while the scorpion-tailed beasts kept climbing up in dense numbers.
They have taken over the surrounding rock walls, and some have even climbed onto the iron chains.
Old Kramer used all his strength to kick away a scorpion-tailed beast that was climbing down the chain.
Even though it was only the size of a palm, it still left him breathless.
Another scorpion-tailed beast climbed down the iron chain, its two pairs of pincers opening menacingly. Before it could even land on the iron cage, it was kicked away by a Wizards' Purity Party standing next to Old Kramer.
"Thanks, Isolde."
The old man named Isolde was as thin as a bamboo pole. "Bernd, who exactly is that young man? Is he really going to take us out?"
Old Kramer's eyes were filled with nostalgia and anticipation. "He was Vincent Wayne, who claimed to be an apprentice of Nicolas Flamel, and he also said that the prophet Grindelwald was his teacher."
"What!?" Isolde quickly calmed down after a brief moment of surprise.
"Prophet" is an honorific title given to Grindelwald within the Wizards' Purity Party. They deify his precognitive abilities as "divine guidance." If the prophet Grindelwald is indeed the young man's teacher, then they will surely be able to leave Erkstag safely.
Isolde wasn't the only one with such fanatical ideas; more than half of the 39 Wizards' Purity Party were Grindelwald's fervent followers.
Even after enduring half a century of physical torment, they always believed that their prophet would come to save them.
And that day finally arrived.
"A mere scorpion-tailed beast!" The frail bodies of the elders of the Wizards' Purity Party erupted with immense power.
They seemed to have inexhaustible energy, and faced with the vast army of scorpion-tailed beasts, they were no longer afraid as they had been at the beginning.
Time ticked by, and the surrounding rock walls were charred black by the flames.
Vincent suddenly released his grip on the trigger of the flame launcher, and the Magical Communicator vibrated to alert him.
He opened the projection screen and manipulated the La Voiture Noire to aim the sword-like nose at the massive gear at the entrance to Erkstag.
"Everyone, be careful of the shaking!"
The elderly members of the Wizards' Purity Party stopped, and just as they were wondering what was going on, a loud bang suddenly came from above.
The violent shaking left them no time to think about what was happening; some hurriedly grabbed the chains, while others lay down and clung tightly to the cage.
The La Voiture Noire passed through the giant gear arch at Mach 10, and the impact caused the entire sinkhole to shake violently.
The moonlight poured down recklessly, completely shattering the darkness that Erkstag had painstakingly maintained.
No one knew what had happened, including the prison guards who were rushing down to check on the situation.
The giant gear-shaped archway at the prison entrance was mysteriously breached, clearly indicating a premeditated attack.
"That old devil Schmidt..." The tall wizard, who was supposed to leave, called out to the other four wizards and quickly ran to the storage warehouse.
They had only been gone a short while when the alarm went off. When they returned to investigate, they discovered that the attack was caused by the sudden attack after the Magical Communicator they had confiscated from Schmidt was seized.
If I'm not mistaken, that old devil Schmidt deliberately got into this mess; his real purpose is to escape with those damned Wizards' Purity Party.
Ignoring the broken chains caused by the shaking, the group of five wizards ran and knocked away the falling rocks overhead, rushing as fast as they could to the bottom via the spiral staircase hidden in the rock wall.
The tall wizard who was running at the front suddenly slowed down and looked incredulously through the hidden window at the scene in the sinkhole.
The fallen rocks, broken iron cages, and iron chains were suspended in mid-air, as if supported by an invisible giant hand.
"This is unbelievable!" The tall wizard cast a spell to break through the rock wall and saw an even more unbelievable scene.
The damned Wizards' Purity Party at the very bottom had actually tied themselves together with iron chains and stood on a makeshift platform made of iron cages.
"Schmidt!" he shouted, unleashing a series of spells.
Something extraordinary happened; his spell seemed to strike an invisible barrier, keeping the Wizards' Purity Party a long way off.
"What exactly is this..." The tall wizard stared intently at the falling rocks, iron cages, and iron chains suspended in mid-air.
What held them up seemed to be the same thing that blocked the curse.
He took a deep breath and, under the horrified gazes of his four companions, decisively jumped.
With a "thud," he landed on the unseen thing.
It's invisible but has a physical form; this isn't magic, it's a man-made object!
"Homenum Revelio!"
The tall wizard stared wide-eyed as his Revealing Charm was blocked and then disappeared.
"Captain Muller!" one of his companions shouted from above, "Get out of the way! The door's going to come crashing down!"
The tall wizard Muller looked up in astonishment and saw half of the giant gear archway hanging below the sinkhole, teetering precariously as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
Without warning, the thing he was standing on began to rise magically.
He hurriedly looked down and discovered that the makeshift platform where the Wizards' Purity Party were located was connected to this unseen thing by iron chains.
"Schmidt!"
Muller suddenly froze.
Because the person in the robe was not Helmut Schmidt at all, but a blond, blue-eyed young man.