The Death Eaters who had been shouting in excitement blanched one after another. They wanted to teleport away at once, but the crushing pressure forced them to bend at the waist.
They stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move, much less teleport under such circumstances.
The Purple-Robed Wizarding Police then captured them one by one.
Rodolphus and Bellatrix knew who had arrived. They truly were a married couple, both utterly ruthless, and forced themselves to continue their Apparition.
Each left behind a small portion of their body and a great spray of blood before vanishing from above the river.
The two had indeed made the wise choice. The next instant, purple Rainbow Swords descended like divine punishment, pinning the Death Eaters who had surrendered where they stood and even blasting their pearly-white souls out of their bodies.
Those souls endured the merciless scourging of explosive thunderbolts, then perished one after another amid agonized howls.
The Wizarding Police holding them were all stunned by this brutal magic. They raised their heads in disbelief to look at their leader as he slowly appeared in the sky.
Above them, Shawn wore purple-black Hunting Attire, his expression dark.
A purple cloak woven from lightning draped his back, and the wand in his hand guided countless densely packed bolts. Fierce purple radiance illuminated his cold face, making him look like Thor incarnate.
This was the first time he had slaughtered people mercilessly in public.
Yet as he looked at the devastated bridge and the bloodstained river, at the people struggling in the water and the severed limbs and broken bodies floating to the surface, his normally steady composure shuddered again and again.
Then Shawn gave his wand a sweeping flick overhead.
Countless rays of purple light descended, enveloping the ruined Brockdale Bridge, which