High-level hunters often appear as prey, a concept rooted in ancient Eastern military wisdom.
A muffled thud came from afar, and the moment the old wizard sensed the disturbance, a dark wizard beside him was blasted away by a rubber bullet.
"Southwest!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than another dark wizard was blasted away.
They moved the magic barrier to the southwest, which made Vincent was in the distance, smile slightly.
He had always wanted to find a wizard to test the power of live ammunition, and the opportunity was right in front of him. He immediately switched to Orichalcum Bullet Magical Runes.
Before the sound could be heard, the bullet had already pierced through the magical barrier and embedded itself deep in the soil.
A large amount of soil was still suspended in mid-air when the second bullet came hurtling towards them.
The dark wizards reacted quickly, layering their magical barriers until they could finally see the Orichalcum Bullet glowing with red light.
"Not good! Get down!" The old wizard keenly sensed the changes inside the bullet and quickly threw himself to the ground.
With a loud "boom," the violent explosion scattered them.
The most unfortunate of them all was tattered and torn, with his exposed skin a bright red patch.
These are not ordinary bullets; they are special bullets imbued with magical effects through Magical Runes.
If it weren't for the old wizard's warning, they would probably have been wiped out.
When will the reinforcements arrive?
"Immediately!"
Vincent, who was about to harvest, sensed the presence of many wizards appearing nearby.
Apparition —and the ominous feeling unique to Dark Magic items.
The sense of foreboding grew stronger, Vincent felt as if he were being locked onto by something.
The crackling sound of electricity came from afar, and he instinctively rolled forward to avoid the incoming black lightning.
A dense aura of Dark Magic exploded instantly, and the land struck by lightning became parched, deprived of moisture, with cracks spreading into a network.
Vincent put away Pandora, swung his Serpent Staff, and cast the Mirroring Curse, locking the space in front of him.
The feeling of being locked on finally disappeared, and his location was exposed.
Although the dark wizards were blind, they all unequivocally cast Dark Magic.
The automatic defensive barrier of the Flamel Ring lasted for less than a second, but the precious time they bought allowed Vincent to successfully use his Transfiguration to escape the deadly attack by passing through the collapsing earth.
Not only did they have Dark Magic items that could lock onto him, but the dark wizards' attacks were also swift and decisive, indicating that they were well-prepared.
"Crack—" A crack appeared inexplicably in the space locked by the Mirroring Curse.
Vincent was trapped underground, raised Pandora, which had transformed into a grappling hook, and shot it into the sky, landing on the approaching La Voiture Noire.
The next instant, the air around him seemed to be sucked out, and the La Voiture Noire began to falter.
It's a large-scale gravity spell that requires multiple people to work together, and I didn't expect that there would be targeted deployments even for vehicles.
Under the influence of gravity, Vincent could no longer maintain his standing position.
He knelt on the slowly falling La Voiture Noire, gripping the Serpent Staff in his hand.
The immense magical power rippled outwards, and he, temporarily freed from the constraints of gravity, raised his Serpent Staff, instantly darkening the clear sky.
The La Voiture Noire and his figure suddenly appeared, but the dark wizards below were not happy, because the dark sky seemed to be about to crash down at any moment.
Vincent's eyes, hidden beneath the mask, were blackened, and under the influence of Dark Magic, the Weather Charms he cast continuously eroded the gravity magic.
"Whoosh—" Finally, he breathed in fresh air, and the La Voiture Noire stopped falling.
"This is really dangerous." He looked down at the dark wizards who were quickly gathering together.
If he hadn't rarely revealed his true magical abilities, they probably would have succeeded.
The Serpent Staff was raised high once more, and the dark sky was instantly frozen in time.
The temperature plummeted, and the huddled group of dark wizards tried to resist with Fiendfyre, but it was quickly neutralized by Vincent's Finite Incantatem.
"I hope you don't all freeze to death."
After they finished speaking, a layer of cold, silvery frost appeared on their bodies.
The sudden loss of body temperature made their bodies stiff, and they could only helplessly watch themselves turn into ice sculptures.
Vincent jumped down from the La Voiture Noire, puffs of white air coming out of his mouth.
Compared to the ice sculptures in front of him, the effect on the spellcaster was nothing.
Vincent stopped in front of one of the ice sculptures; the old wizard was the only one whose eyes could still move.
He grabbed the old wizard by the throat and slammed him to the ground.
The thin layer of silver frost cracked into countless fragments, and the old wizard's frozen body was torn apart as well.
"Ah—" His screams echoed across the land as the scalding blood that had just oozed from the lacerations all over his body was frozen.
Vincent grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up. "Tell me, who commissioned you?"
The old wizard's teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a "clucking" sound, as if he had no intention of speaking.
Vincent slammed him to the ground again, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed across the land once more.
Who is it?
"I...we have our own rules...rules in this line of work..."
"Very good."
A third scream rang out, and the old wizard's entire body was enveloped in blood-red frost.
Who is your employer?
The old wizard's eyes were unfocused, and his consciousness began to blur.
"Wow—you really have principles." Vincent let go of his hand, letting the other person fall heavily to the ground.
He turned to look at another ice sculpture behind him, "And you? What are your principles?"
Kingsley, standing guard in front of Windsor Castle, frowned as he listened to the continuous screams coming from afar.
Although he could only hear it faintly, he was certain it came from those dark wizards.
About 10 minutes later, the chirping finally stopped.
Kingsley's brow did not relax; instead, it furrowed even deeper.
Vincent slowly walked up to him. "Mr. Shacklebolt, those dark wizards are in your hands now."
The air was thick with the smell of blood, yet the clothes on his body remained pristine white.
The fact that the dark wizards could scream like that shows that Vincent is far more terrifying than they are.
Kingsley took a deep breath. "What are your plans next?"
"Find their employer."
"Who?"
"Take a guess?"
Kingsley couldn't laugh at all; the screams he'd just heard left a deep impression on him, and the dark wizards' employers would only suffer even worse fates.
Vincent didn't say anything more and gently jumped onto the La Voiture Noire had landed nearby.
Kingsley only went to the dark wizards with a heavy heart after his figure disappeared into the horizon.
However, the scene before him made him extremely uncomfortable.
Without exception, the dark wizards were frozen into blood-red ice sculptures, and even the mist emanating from their bodies carried a hint of blood.
Kingsley held his breath and stepped forward.
This powerful Weather Charms is no longer just about changing the weather; it can directly affect everything within its range.
The dark wizards had only themselves to blame, but Vincent's methods were far too cruel.