All around them were vicious Devils of every kind, Undead Creatures at their sides absorbing what scraps of hope they had left, and up in the sky was Allen Harris, like a true Dark Lord.
The killers trapped in this forbidden ground had already had their mental defenses shattered. Some even roared broken, disjointed sentences at the Greek staff who were weakening the super Protego.
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and open it, take me away... I used an Unforgivable Curse, I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life in prison!"
"Merlin, I don't want to die... Isn't Necromancy banned in Greece? Stop him!"
"He's a great devil... the third Dark Lord!"
The ordinary contestants had long since stopped taking part. They only stared in terror, clutching their wands and cautiously guarding against being dragged into the fire. No one knew whether these creatures, stripped of their own emotions, would suddenly start slaughtering at will.
The high officials who had brought their own country's contestants to watch rarely left their boxes.
France's Minister Binoche raised a hand to cover her mouth. Although her country and the United Kingdom had always maintained friendly relations, Allen Harris's strength was truly terrifying. Their friendly policy toward the United Kingdom absolutely could not waver...
Russia's Councillor Polkov poured a fierce mouthful of Vodka down her throat. Only now did she deeply realize just how unwise it was to provoke Allen Harris on the field.
India's High Priest Kuslapari gripped the Badi on his body tightly, his heart so heavy he could barely breathe. At first, judging by Allen's earlier performance in his duel with Voldemort, he had believed these wizards could wear Allen Harris down with human-wave tactics. Now reality had slapped him hard across the face.
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