When he noticed that Voldemort was about to kill Mad-Eye Moody with the Death Curse, Ryan slammed into Moody. A green light wiped the two of them and flew into the distance.
"Voldemort!" Moody reacted immediately, and Ryan also knew from his name that he usually called Voldemort "Mysterious" just like himself, in order to avoid the spell that Voldemort put on his name.
It's not because of fear.
"Down." Moody shouted and fired a red firework, and then pressed down on the broom handle. He knew that he was definitely no match for Voldemort who could fly directly in the sky while riding on the broom.
We can only hope and use obstacles after landing on the ground. But Voldemort also understands this. Under his command, the surrounding Death Eaters gathered to attack Ryan.
Even though Moody roared to fight, it was impossible for him to block so much magic by himself. Fortunately, the Death Eaters wanted to leave the opportunity to kill Harry to Voldemort, so their magic was mainly aimed at the Firebolt that Ryan was riding.
. Just a few seconds later, those magic spells successfully broke Ryan's weak iron armor spell and hit the Firebolt. In an instant, the broomstick behind the Firebolt ignited a raging fire, and then fell uncontrollably.
After all, Ryan is not Harry. There is really no way to avoid so many curses when facing a concentrated fire attack. At this time, Moody was being attacked by three Death Eaters and flying further and further away. He looked at Ryan
After falling with a ball of fire, he tried desperately to get closer, but was blocked by those Death Eaters and could only fly further and further away.
"Looks like I won't be able to pretend to be Harry anymore." Ryan looked at the Death Eaters who were also swooping down and Voldemort, who was leading the way, and thought that even if he directly disapparated and ran away now, he would be blameless, because he just
They saw the six or seven Death Eaters behind the Thestral riding by Bill and Fleur flying near them. Since most of them came to hunt them down, there were only two left, so they should have been able to escape easily.
However, Ryan did not retreat. He used magic power to activate the Holy Rose in his body and then released the alchemy he had just prepared.
After the alchemy was completed, a pink ball of light expanded rapidly with Ryan as the core, and instantly enveloped a dozen Death Eaters around. These Death Eaters didn't even have time to add protective magic to themselves as they watched the ball of light destroy themselves.
Wrapped in.
However, after holding their breath for a second or two, the Death Eaters realized that nothing happened. Just when they were about to celebrate, the broomsticks they were riding exploded at the same time.
In an instant, the smiles on the Death Eaters' faces turned into screams of terror. You must know that they had been chasing Ryan in a dive, and after losing their broom more than 100 meters above the ground, this kind of thing was left to them.
The reaction time is only three or four seconds.
Not every wizard can be rich enough to wear magic defense items all over his body. Especially for these poor black wizards from Eastern Europe, the only magic item they have may be the wand in their hand. At the same time,
Not every dark wizard is as powerful as Voldemort or Bella, and can accurately choose the spell to use at any time.
Just when a pair of transparent crystal-like pink wings stretched out from behind Ryan and stopped falling, he soared into the sky to meet Voldemort. There was a series of sounds of filled flour sacks falling to the concrete floor. Listening to the sound, Ryan was stunned.
I guessed that at least half of the group of Death Eaters who had just caught up were killed.
"Who are you?" Before Ryan could celebrate his achievement of at least ten consecutive kills this time, he was forced to dodge to the left by a death curse, and then came Voldemort's hoarse voice, accompanied by
His voice flew towards Ryan and there was another green light.
"Guess." Ryan said and flapped his wings. He avoided the green light like a flexible bird and glided to Voldemort's left. Unlike the broom, this pair of wings formed by the Virgin Mary.
It's like a natural extension of his limbs, giving Ryan excellent mobility in the air.
After gaining a new position, Ryan slashed his wand down hard, and a crescent blade of burning blue flame flew towards Voldemort. This kind of hybrid technique that Ryan invented after carefully studying the Black Book of the Dead and the Golden Book of the Sun
The spell of death and frost put a lot of pressure on Voldemort, and he had to give up the next death spell and summon a silver shield from the air to block it in front of him.
The crescent blade exploded violently after hitting the silver shield, and blue sparks flew around the shield and flew towards Voldemort, burning the figure into an icy blue torch.
"False." Ryan thought of this and quickly folded his wings and dived, and a green life-killing curse flew directly over his head. Watching the green light go away, Ryan began to fly forward in a snake-like maneuver, with Voldemort following him.
He released several life-killing spells from behind and above him, but he dodged them all.
After flying for a few seconds, Ryan flapped his wings and performed an Immelman roll, and then continuously launched blue-white plasma balls with lightning towards the oncoming Voldemort, and Voldemort once again summoned
The silver shield blocked these plasma balls.
Under the cover of the plasma that splashed everywhere after the plasma ball hit the shield, Ryan once again avoided another death curse by turning sideways. Then when he passed by Voldemort, he directly drew out the enemy's fencing sword and faced it in Voldemort's shocked eyes.
He gave it a hard poke.
I have to say that Voldemort is still careless, or he has never seen anyone who is as flexible as him or even more flexible than him in aerial combat, let alone a wizard who uses Muggle cold weapons in regular wizard combat.
So he was caught off guard and stabbed by Ryan.
But Voldemort is worthy of being the most powerful dark wizard in Europe. In this case, he still added enough magical defense to himself in time, plus the physical and magical dual defense capabilities hidden under the skin after his body was rebuilt.
The snake scales made Ryan's attack not as effective as expected.
The enemy fencing sword in Ryan's hand was indeed an artifact. When it came into contact with Voldemort, it broke through his magical defense. However, the force used and the scales on Voldemort's body still caused the tip of the sword to slide all the way down Voldemort's waist.
Down. Fortunately, Ryan adjusted the strength in time, and finally the sword penetrated Voldemort's thigh diagonally, and then Ryan pulled it out with a stream of black blood.
"You're dead." Voldemort gritted his teeth and looked at Ryan, with anger burning in his heart. In fact, the injury on his leg was not serious. His wound healed immediately after Ryan pulled out the sword.
So he was angry because he had never been injured like this even when he fought against Dumbledore before. Not to mention the deep sense of shame that was brought to him by hurting him using a fighting method that was no different from Muggles.
"It seems - I've played it before." Ryan somewhat embarrassedly dodged the killing curses that came one after another like a series of arrows and successfully landed on the ground. After that, seven or eight sharp branches pierced the landing Voldemort like sharp arrows.
.
With just a wave of his hand, Voldemort turned the branches into a pile of ashes and flew into the air. Then he fired the killing curse and shouted, "Little mouse, don't try to avoid your death. You will die today."
"Not necessarily." Ryan walked out of the hedge after dodging a life-killing curse. At the same time, a pink light shot straight at Voldemort. After landing on the ground and folding his wings, Ryan, who was not very proficient in the control of the Virgin of the Rose,
I was finally able to mobilize the power inside to attack.
Voldemort used a silver shield to block it as usual this time, but his face soon became ugly. Because this spell was different from the previous spell that Ryan couldn't shake his shield, the silver shield was pink this time.
The colored light made a buzzing sound after hitting it, and at the same time he felt a burst of pressure coming over him.
"Who are you?" Voldemort stretched out his left hand to stabilize the shield and shot out a green light from behind the shield again. However, a two-story clay giant suddenly appeared on the ground and blocked the blow.
"Guess." Ryan said to Voldemort. At this time, a red alchemical formation was outlined under his feet. With the blessing of this land, the clay giant rushed towards Voldemort while bit by bit from his feet.
It hardened upward. When it rushed in front of Voldemort, it had turned into a stone giant, and then hit Voldemort on the head with two big fists.