Chapter 581 Chris Dies

"Die! Bastard!"

Hearing Mike's shout, Chris's expression became even more ferocious.

Although he had just responded in time with his extraordinary perception and warning, so that Mike could not take his life directly.

But the extremely sharp holy sword still cut a huge hole in his chest.

At this time, the wound with skin and flesh turned outward was constantly gushing out bright red blood, and even some strange and disgusting internal organs were squeezed out of the wound and exposed to the air.

Chris wanted to cast a few healing spells on his wound, but unfortunately, Mike's pursuit came too fast!

So fast that he had no time to care about these, and could only focus all his energy on resisting the opponent's next attack!

"Kuangfeng! Listen to my command!"

Chris shouted hysterically.

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the entire black and purple hexagonal light prison became turbulent.

Large streams of air rushed through the light prison, twisting and deforming wantonly.

The towering buildings on the ground were instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments by the terrifying airflow, and the airflow continued to attack everything in the light prison indiscriminately.

In an instant, the entire light prison became a fierce wind hell.

Everything was completely annihilated under this terrifying airflow, and even the black and purple light curtain of the light prison body was constantly trembling, and it seemed that it would not be able to support it.

As the person closest to Chris, Mike was naturally attacked the most violently.

The gas flow around him was so violent and the degree of compression was so severe that the entire space he was in became distorted.

The fire dragon under him was even more miserable. Under the fierce attack of the airflow, it had already turned into a fiery red at the beginning, and quickly disappeared in this distorted space, leaving only Mike alone, like a dead leaf, enduring the ravages of the wind.

The people outside the light prison looked up at this scene, and their faces showed worry and anxiety. Some people even left the battlefield without looking back.

In their opinion, the sword just now was the last chance to kill Chris. Now that it didn't succeed, this operation can be said to have failed.

But Mike in midair didn't think so.

Looking at Chris's somewhat twisted figure through the endless wind, Mike's mouth corners rose again.

He was actually very familiar with this scene.

In the previous decisive battle with the noseless version of Voldemort, the opponent also used a similar method to prevent Mike from getting close.

The difference between the two of them is that the noseless version of Voldemort created a giant sea tornado composed of wind, thunder and water, while the Chris version of Voldemort used a pure air wall.

If Mike had to evaluate which of the two had stronger means, Mike would choose the Chris version of Voldemort without hesitation.

Although the noseless version of Voldemort controlled more elements, it was not known whether it was because of the serious injury or because he was not proficient in a single element. The destructive power and even the defensive power of his sea tornado composed of multiple elements were not that strong. Even Arthur at that time could rely on long-range sword energy to break a hole from it.

But the Chris version of Voldemort was different.

Thanks to his profound research on a single element, his attainments in the element of air can be regarded as the best in the world.

The destructive power and power of the air wall he constructed have surpassed what Mike has seen in his life.

However! There is a fatal problem in both of them!

That is, they pursue large-scale lethality too much, thus ignoring the means of killing single units.

This cannot be blamed too much on them.

After all, legendary wizards are already the ceiling of combat power in this world. They can easily deal with wizards below the legendary level, and there is no need to study any single-unit killing skills.

Moreover, in the case that it is extremely difficult for legendary wizards to conflict and it is almost impossible to kill each other, it is obviously more cost-effective to study group damage spells that can improve their killing efficiency.

If we use the terms of those online games in later generations, the noseless version of Voldemort and the Chris version of Voldemort take the pve route, which emphasizes a unique mowing and fast monster clearing.

And Mike takes the all-around pvp route. He has group damage ability, but his single-unit killing ability is not weak.

Dumbledore also belongs to this type of Mike.

Although Mike has not experienced it personally, based on his speculation about Dumbledore's abilities, the other party must also have a very strong single-target killing ability.

After all, since Dumbledore, who has the power of the sun, can use the Sword of the Blazing Sun, which has an exaggerated killing power and attack range, he can naturally condense the power of the sun to form a more powerful special attack.

In the battle between PVE wizards and PVP wizards, PVP wizards naturally have more advantages. The

reason why the noseless version of Voldemort can't do anything to the old Dumbledore with his prime body is largely because of this reason.

It is too easy for the condensed version of the Sword of the Blazing Sun to penetrate his defense.

And now, Mike, who is following the same system as Dumbledore, naturally has his own solution.

"Boom! ~"

A ball of translucent flame suddenly emerged from Mike's body. At this moment, the oxygen around Mike has been completely stripped away, but the flame condensed by the pure power of the curse is burning tenaciously on Mike's body, blocking the invasion of the strong wind for him.

More flames emerged from Mike's body, wrapping around him and gradually forming a rapidly rotating flame drill, rushing towards Chris's direction.

The drill moved quickly through the storm, getting faster and faster, and was about to attack Chris again.

Chris' eyes were torn apart, he wanted to escape, but the purple-black light curtain that still existed stubbornly around him limited his range of movement. He gritted his teeth and could only ignore his injuries and stretched out his hands to frantically stimulate the surrounding gas.

But it was just in vain.

The turbulent airflow kept hitting the translucent flame drill, and large streams of flames were quickly dispersed, but every time there was a gap in the drill, more flames would emerge from Mike's body to fill it.

Finally, under Chris's horrified gaze, Mike suddenly rushed out of the flames, and the holy sword in his hand suddenly stretched out and pierced directly into Chris's chest!

"Puff! You..."

Chris was hit so hard that he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and was about to speak.

But before he could finish his words, the magic power in Mike's body surged wildly again, and was infused into Chris's body along the holy sword.

"Boom! ~"

In the violent explosion of flames, countless cursed flames surged out from every pore of Chris, and the flames swept out, burning Chris to ashes in an instant. At the same time, a mushroom cloud composed entirely of cursed flames also rose up, burning the entire sky into a fiery red!

Outside the light prison fell into a strange silence. The survivors looked at the spectacular scene in the sky in disbelief. Many of them were rubbing their eyes or pinching their thighs hard.

They really couldn't believe that such a powerful enemy was actually defeated by them.

The next moment, the whole city of Paris was boiling.

The people who had reacted began to celebrate wildly. The huge cheers went straight into the sky, and the eardrums of the people around them were hurt.

Mike was lifted high in the sky by the flames. Listening to the voices and shouts from below, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

This was a moment of silence for Chris.

He could have left Chris's body on display to further enhance his prestige.

This level of fire control was a piece of cake for him, a legendary wizard who specialized in fire.

But he didn't do it.

Because the two of them had fought each other openly and secretly countless times, and in the process they had long recognized each other's ability and courage.

Using Chris's body to show the public was an insult to Chris, and also an insult to Mike himself.

After a while, the moment of silence ended, and Mike finally had a smile of emotion on his face.

This long battle was finally over, and the one who won in the end was still him, Mike Townley!

In the distance, the sirens of the Muggle police and the unique magic fluctuations of the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic were approaching rapidly.

In this battle against Chris, the biggest losses were suffered by the French government and the French Ministry of Magic.

After the battle between the two legendary wizards, Chris and Mike, Paris has completely lost its former prosperity and has become devastated.

The downtown area has completely turned into a scorched earth, and a deep pit full of crystals remains in the center.

The damage around the city center is even more serious. The collapse of several high-rise buildings has caused a large number of deaths and a large number of eyewitnesses.

And this needs to be dealt with by the French government and the French Ministry of Magic.

Looking at the Aurors who were gathering quickly below, Mike took a deep breath and decisively issued a retreat order.

Although as a legendary wizard, Mike was not worried about the French Ministry of Magic looking for trouble with him, but now that the other party has come out to help clean up his mess, he should not be too arrogant. It would be bad if he went too far and angered the other party.

As a result, the crowd who were cheering and celebrating just now turned into phantoms and disappeared.

The staff of the French Ministry of Magic gritted their teeth. Although they looked indignant, they had no intention of stopping it.

They all knew that just now, a new king was born!

For a long time in the future, they would have to live under the big hand of that king and depend on him.

...

London, 5 Privet Drive, Black and Harry's home.

Harry was sorting his luggage in his room.

There were a lot of luggage to be sorted. Harry almost stuffed everything in the whole room into the special seamless stretch pocket.

But this was also normal, because he estimated that he would not be able to come back for a long time.

Yes, after a long period of thinking, Harry finally chose to take on his own responsibilities.

This was a difficult decision, but Harry executed it without hesitation.

Finally, all the luggage was sorted.

Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the empty room and sighed deeply.

Then, he put on the invisibility cloak that forced him to go far away, opened the door, and walked out carefully.

In the kitchen, Black was cooking dinner.

He seemed to be in a good mood, even humming a little tune.

Harry looked at Black's figure in an apron with a tangled expression, and sneaked out after a long time.

Although it was a pity, he was still not going to say goodbye to Black.

He had not even told Ron and Hermione about his departure from Ying Country.

Because Harry knew very well that as long as he confessed this, his friends and relatives would definitely do their best to help him.

However, compared to Victor and Michael, their strength was too weak.

The collision between the two was tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg.

Rather than involving them and making unnecessary sacrifices, Harry preferred to bear everything alone.

Finally, Harry came to the street.

He finally looked back at the villa behind him and his aunt's house next to it, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the bus stop in the distance.

Because he was afraid of being tracked by magic fluctuations, he did not plan to use any magical means of movement, including the Floo Network, Apparition, or even the Portkey, but chose pure Muggle transportation.

As for his destination this time, it was Iceland, located northwest of Ying Country.

It was a place with four seasons like winter, and it could be described as a hellhole where no one lives.

Strictly speaking, it was not a proper hiding place. Although it was desolate, it was precisely because there were few people there that it was actually very easy for wizards to find people there.

If we really talk about hiding places, densely populated cities like London and New York are the best choices.

The reason why Harry chose Iceland as his destination is actually for the safety of passers-by.

You know, those who ignored Dumbledore's warnings and collected the Deathly Hallows are all crazy.

If they really find him, they will not care about the lives of innocent people, but will directly launch an attack.

If Harry chose to go to other big cities, then countless innocent people would surely suffer.

But it's different in Iceland.

Even if he is found there and a battle breaks out, not many people will be injured. After all, the population of that damn place is really pitiful.

It has to be said that Harry has not changed all the time.

Even in this situation, he is still considering others.

As Mike said, Harry is a little angel.