Good People Naturally Have Old Merlin's Blessing

The sonic boom produced by the Flying Boots at full power is so loud that it can be clearly heard not only a few kilometers away, but even more than ten kilometers away.

The Death Eaters, who had run out of the camp and were fleeing southeast, could certainly hear it too.

The Little Black at the front carried one person on its shoulder, while the dark figure behind carried another dark figure with a bloodied and mangled face on its back.

Struck at close range by the powerful magic of the Serpent Staff, the metal skull mask, gleaming with a cold, sinister light, instantly shattered into countless fragments.

Disfigurement is certain, with some fragments even embedded in the right eyeball.

There was nothing flying in the pitch-black night sky, yet the thunderous sonic boom was definitely approaching.

In the blink of an eye, the deafening sonic boom suddenly disappeared, and a figure like a meteorite crashed down not far in front of them.

They stopped.

"Damn Wayne!" The disfigured figure covered his aching right eye with his hand, while his barely intact left eye stared intently at the figure that was slowly standing up.

"I want to kill him with my own hands!"

The shadowy figure behind him remained silent, only gripping the wand tightly in his hand.

Tonight's operation was a complete failure, not only exposing their Death Eaters identities but also forcing them to flee in a sorry state.

And Wayne, who brought them this humiliation, actually dared to chase after them alone.

Unlike the other two, the Little Black put down the person he was carrying on his shoulder and quietly took a few steps back, as if he sensed danger.

But he was discovered very quickly.

"Wormtail, are you afraid?"

He dared not look at the bloodied and mangled face, much less meet the gaze of the barely intact left eye.

"Useless thing!"

He seemed about to retort, but then a thunderous sonic boom suddenly sounded from behind him.

Even wizards don't know much about physics, let alone the extreme Death Eaters.

Their first thought was that someone else was chasing them, and they had to deal with Wayne was blocking their way, as soon as possible.

The blinding light instantly illuminated the ground beneath their feet, and white lightning, carrying an intense aura of destruction, shot straight forward.

The multiple magical amplifications from the Flamel Ring allowed Vincent to anticipate the landing point of the Dark Magic lightning, and he quickly shifted to the right.

This isn't a narrow passageway in a stadium; he no longer needs to choose to tough it out when there's no other way, as he did before.

The blinding light slowly faded, but his figure vanished without a trace.

The Little Black stared at the charred crater in the ground and instinctively turned to look behind him.

"Congratulations, you guessed right." Vincent slammed the metal baseball bat he was holding down hard from behind.

With a "crack," the baseball bat shattered the metal skull mask.

Beneath the mask was a sleazy-looking face with small eyes, a pointed nose, and patchy gray-brown hair.

Vincent swung his metal bat again, "Wormtail? You still have the nerve to call yourself that!"

"Bang—" The baseball bat slammed into a silver shield.

He released the bat and quickly took a plain metal brick from Flamel Ring.

A sinister curse struck the shield that had instantly unfolded from the bricks; the hissing sound indicated that the curse was extremely corrosive.

Vincent glanced down quickly at the remaining turquoise liquid on the shield.

It can even corrode copper-iron alloys; luckily, I didn't use a defensive barrier to stop it.

He raised his shield and rammed it into Peter Pettigrew.

The two shields collided, and the silver shield, which was gradually losing control due to the metal baseball bat, was knocked away.

The shadowy figure manipulating the shield quickly ducked to dodge, while its disfigured companion cast the next spell.

The crimson curse grazed Peter Pettigrew's terrified face and struck Vincent's shield, which was about to hit him on the head.

The powerful impact caused Peter Pettigrew tinnitus instantly.

He shook his groggy head and stared blankly at the shield in front of him, which had only paused for a moment.

He had no time to react and was knocked straight to the ground.

"Ah—" The emerald green liquid remaining on the shield corroded half of his face, causing him to curl up on the ground and scream in pain.

Vincent slammed the shield down on him, then stepped on it and leaped toward the dark figure who had just straightened up.

Ordinary wizards need time to cast spells and incantations. Before the disfigured shadow could finish reciting the incantation, the remaining companions had already been kicked in the stomach and fallen to the ground.

"Reducto!"

The spell, imbued with endless rage, shattered the barrier formed by Flamel Ring layer by layer.

When the Reductor Curse hit Vincent, its destructive power had been greatly reduced.

Even with the amplification magic still active, Vincent still winced in pain.

Skin, muscles, blood vessels, bones, internal organs...

He felt as if his body was being torn apart by an invisible force.

Without the layers of defensive barriers provided by the Flamel Ring, he felt his body would have exploded long ago.

He endured the excruciating pain throughout his body and activated his Flying Boots to dodge the successive attacks of the curses.

With the advantage of air superiority, no matter how dense the spells are or how large the area they affect, it will be difficult for them to hit him again.

After wave of attacks, Peter Pettigrew and the other person finally recovered.

The two immediately raised their wands and joined in, but Vincent had also recovered.

Although his body was still being torn apart inside and out, he had completely adapted to the pain caused by the Reductor Curse and it no longer affected his normal movements.

He accelerated into the sky, taking out the Serpent Staff and a rectangular metal box from the Flamel Ring.

It's a ground-to-air attack; you can dodge it by slightly adjusting your flight posture.

However, air-to-ground communication is completely different.

How do you evade indiscriminate, large-scale bombing? How do you defend against devastating attacks?

Vincent opened the metal box, which contained a hundred tiny missiles, each the size of a fingernail and shimmering with crimson Magical Circuit.

These are Pandora's reserve ammunition. They are small and cute, but each one has the power of a normal hand grenade.

He waved his Serpent Staff, causing hundreds of ultra-miniature missiles to float in front of him.

He hesitated slightly before casting the spell.

That unidentified person, still in pajamas, looks like they've been kidnapped; what if they're accidentally injured...?

So be it if it's an accidental injury. Anyway, falling into the hands of Death Eaters won't end well. If they're really good people, then Merlin will naturally protect them.

"It's time to pay the price for what happened tonight, you rats."

Accompanied by Vincent's cold words, one hundred ultra-miniature missiles were launched simultaneously toward the ground.

They seemed to be illogically and automatically avoiding the spells fired from below, yet their flight trajectories never strayed far from the pre-set attack range.

With the Royal Air Force's most advanced and excellent design, coupled with comprehensive improvements in Alchemy, even Dumbledore would find it difficult to remain unscathed.

"Boom—" The first mini missile detonated.

Its explosion triggered a chain reaction, causing the remaining 99 missiles to detonate in quick succession.

A scorching heatwave rose rapidly, sending up plumes of dust that churned up continuously.