great-warnovel Chapter 233 Who is Escaping Death?
Chapter 233 Who is Escaping Death?
Chapter 233 Who is Escaping Death?
The little witch keenly noticed that Voldemort's left hand was always behind his back, but his shoulder was still slightly undulating and twisted, with wisps of green light and scorch marks lingering on it.
"You got beaten up badly by Dumbledore, did you break through the curse by sheer willpower?" Hermione asked directly.
"Can't you lift your left arm? Can you show it to me?"
Before she could finish speaking, the surrounding benches suddenly transformed into several giant pythons, lunging at her.
Voldemort was enraged and started fighting without warning, but Hermione remained fearless, unleashing a fierce storm of ice crystals around her.
Samir's Ice Storm
The ice magic that is passed down in Samir Town can create a storm of cold air around the body.
The Samir knights, shrouded in icy storms, have been challenging the fire giants since ancient times.
Cold is always an excellent choice for dealing with snakes, especially since these sharp ice crystals tore through the python's scales with physical damage alone.
The giant snakes that had formed a pincer movement were instantly scattered by the raging storm. When they fell to the ground, they turned into chunks of ice. Then, the transformation spell faded, and they turned back into broken benches.
But Hermione had no time to worry about that, because Voldemort's offensive continued.
The lightning bolt of death, carrying with it a furious rage, struck, and the already gloomy church was further dimmed by the flickering green light.
Hermione dared not be careless. This might be the strongest killing curse in the world. She didn't want to test whether her Calypso could still block it, so she activated Miriam's Vanishing again.
The killing curse missed its mark and landed on the gate where the skeletons were pieced together. Perhaps it was the power of the same origin that made the bones of the dead emit a mournful cry.
Appearing from the other side, Hermione didn't linger and immediately teleported again. Voldemort's lightning followed closely, striking the spot where she had just vanished.
Even though it was the first time he had witnessed this magic, and he was still amazed that she could ignore anti-Apparition, Voldemort still managed to pinpoint the location of the little witch's appearances with remarkable speed.
The Death Curse, which ordinary Death Eaters could only cast once, was as simple in his hands as the Levitation Charm he learned in first grade.
Not only can it be used continuously, but it also doesn't require chanting or waving a staff. In the end, even the missing green lightning doesn't disappear; it jumps and chases after Hermione's next landing point.
The immense pressure forced her to constantly shift positions. The interior of the church was ravaged by Avada Kedavra's lightning; all the tables, chairs, and bone decorations were shattered to pieces, but Voldemort didn't care at this moment.
This little girl must die today!
However, Hermione wasn't just dodging. Each time she made a brief appearance, she silently left a small magic circle at her landing point, within which a faint glitterstone magic was brewing and gathering.
When she disappeared from the ceiling again and reappeared behind Voldemort, a dazzling, enormous lightsaber had condensed on her staff.
"Kalia's Greatsword!"
The azure slash left a scorching mark in the air, but this strike, powerful enough to pierce through the Divine Armor, was blocked by Voldemort's pale green barrier.
He turned his head to the side, staring at Hermione behind him with his scarlet eyes, and smiled. The hem of his robes transformed into several venomous snakes that opened their mouths to bite.
However, Hermione had already launched her countermeasure. In the church, from the floor to the walls and then to the ceiling, every place she had stepped on lit up with blue light like starlight. Magic swords formed and shot out at the same time, pointing directly at Voldemort.
At the same time, floating magic circles formed one after another around her, and magical swords of light were continuously generated.
A rain of swords.
The sounds of Yu Mingsheng and Hui Jian crashing into the barrier and shattering mingled together.
The Dark Magic version of the Ironclad Charm, which had already withstood a blow from the Greatsword of Caria, finally shattered. Hermione pushed off the ground and retreated, while magical swords, like Gatling guns, relentlessly bombarded Voldemort from all sides.
A small but powerful explosion of pyroxene enveloped the area; the terrifying radiation alone was enough to kill any ordinary wizard who came into contact with it. The violent shockwave shattered all the stained-glass windows of the church, and a cold wind rushed in.
But Voldemort was clearly not so easy to deal with. Even though he rushed back and was injured by Dumbledore, which weakened him, he was still not someone that could be shaken by ordinary magic.
Hermione's timely retreat was quite wise, because the next moment, a cold wind blowing from the dead, completely different from the cold magic, directly suppressed the aftershocks of the explosion that had not yet ended. Voldemort was unharmed and stared at the witch with his snake eyes.
She had turned a corner and returned to the side closest to the door. During a lull in the fighting, she saw Dumbledore standing outside the door, ready to take over her fight with her old classmate at any moment. So she retreated to this side, where at least she was safe behind her.
The girl's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. Voldemort's strength was entirely within her expectations. This battle was the most stressful yet most exhilarating one she had ever fought since arriving in this world.
Dumbledore could see the little witch's delight at that moment, so he wisely chose not to intervene. In any case, Voldemort had to pay the price of losing his left hand in order to break free of the blockade, and even with his immortality, he could not quickly recover his fighting strength.
"Round Two!"
Voldemort wanted to say something more, but Hermione was too lazy to waste words with him. She had only come to see his fighting ability in advance.
The unrestrained Broom Star, with its long, fiery tail, launched the first attack, followed by a dazzling meteor shower. The Golden Snitch, Brightstone, unleashed its magical power, and Hermione transformed into an endless barrage of cannons, beginning a relentless bombardment.
In addition to the Brilliant Stone magic, Hermione also slammed her staff, and dark purple gravity balls, like tiny black holes, flew out from all directions.
【Shattered Stars】
One of the gravitational magic techniques, which controls gravity, can release multiple gravity orbs. It was a gravity-based technique that Rataen mastered in his youth.
Although the original effect was to pull the hit enemy toward her, Hermione did not intend to engage in close combat with Voldemort. She spread the gravity ball out, pulling his body from all directions, making him unsteady and unable to cast spells. At the same time, different parts of his body were subjected to different pulling forces to cause greater damage.
"What a flashy but impractical trick!" Tom scoffed, as if he had been insulted.
With a flick of his robe, countless wraiths flew out from beneath it, swarming and annihilating Hermione's attacks. Even though this resulted in the loss of many of them, Voldemort didn't care.
"It seems to be an ancient, vengeful spirit!" Hermione thought to herself in surprise.
The magic that comes from death is said to be an ancient remnant of death that the dead bird pulled from the fire of the spirits in the borderlands. In this world, Voldemort is probably getting closer and closer to death itself. The lives he kills cannot escape his control even after death.
But since it is a soul, there is no reason why it should not be afraid of spiritual fire.
Hermione spun her staff and slammed it into the ground.
[Propelling the Spirit Fire]
Compared to when she was in first grade, the little witch is now much stronger. Even without her belief in death, the spiritual fire she ignites is much more intense than before.
The pale, cold flames were almost identical to Voldemort's green flames, but purer and cleaner, devoid of evil and wailing, simply a baptism from eternal slumber.
The spirits, their energy extinguished by the brilliance, rushed toward Hermione, only to crash headlong into the pale flames, vanishing into nothingness without even a sigh.
"What kind of magic is this!" Voldemort exclaimed.
"Old man, so you were trying to escape death after all!"