Vol 2 Chapter 1027: ?? Hold my pillow

This demon from the bottomless abyss looks a bit similar to the original Bayer. Its outline is like a huge humanoid monster composed of flames and shadows, and it looks like a wandering shadow, and its whole body is burning with raging flames. , But different from Bayer: its head is more like a weird head of cows and sheep with exposed skulls. The teeth are oddly shaped and sharp, just exposed and hung on the face. The nose is wide and flat. The red muscle knots on the body, wearing various clothing made of thick metal chains woven and entangled, in the middle of the body hangs a ram's skull as a protective mirror, holding it in his hand His weapon is not Bayer's lightning long sword, but a giant flame scimitar that can be used with both hands and has the ability to be more easily decapitated. It looks amazing.
Seeing the summoned Ballow Flame Demon resisting him, the mysterious man could not care about anything else in order to use healing for himself. He used the mirror image technique on himself. Being the Dark Lord is different from Alan in the fourth grade. He can directly achieve the best effect of this magic, transforming eight mirror images.
Since the last duel with Allen after the war in the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort has changed his previous mindset that he only liked to attack and defend directly. He no longer thinks that illusion is just a trick of incompetent wizards. Not only did he change his attitude, he also learned. Mirroring technique-As long as the Death Eaters of his staff arrange for those children who have taken the Allen course to meet up, there is no need for Tivoldemort, just through the traceless mind of the mind, he will easily get from some who have not mastered Occlumency In the children's minds, they understood the spells taught by Allen.
So instantly, including the main body, nine Voldemorts appeared on the field. At the same time, they pointed their wands at the soles of their feet with the same movement, and they "healed as they did before" at the dirty soles of the feet. The remaining Lego marks disappeared in an instant.
While Voldemort used Healing as usual for himself, he looked up at Allen, who was not moving or reacting except for his own pockets. He sneered, and deliberately imitated the order that the other party ordered during Allen's fifth-grade battle. It was the tone of the tricky Infernal Purgatory, pointing to Alan and roaring: "Kill the white-haired one!"
　　 "咚咚咚!"
Barlow Flame Demon erupted with a powerful aura. It caused himself and Allen to burst into flames, but Allen handed a Freeze Fire Curse to make him deliberately teased by Muggles like those in the Middle Ages. The sorcerer who executed the torture was generally safe and sound in the fire.
Unlike the devils who like to study tactics, this demon didn’t care about the effects of his first class spells. He raised the giant flame scimitar in his hand high, matching its size like a mountain, and rushed towards Allen. A few steps away-these demons who live in the bottomless abyss are good at using arrogant power to solve all problems, and their huge size occupies an innate advantage.
"Ha! Harris boy, don't think that you can learn these tricks only by yourself! What about your clone? There will be no chance!" The mysterious man who was about to heal the wound made a mockery, but his eyes and the beginning It's filled with more fear than already.
From the minds of the children of the Death Eaters, the Dark Lord knew that the white-haired boy in front of him could create a clone different from the mirror image, giving the clone the effect of real spellcasting ability, but now Alan seems to have no intention of using it—this It was also because he thought that he had suffered a small loss, and he began to try to let his summoned monsters test the other side's reason.
And the demon was about to rush in front of Alan. It had already begun to raise its giant scimitar to split the small dots in front of him, so that his internal organs filled the scene, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, the demon opened savagely. It was a big mouth with sharp fangs. It was already a few steps short of holding the flame scimitar and slammed it down at the incomparably calm Alan, but the knife was only halfway...
　　 "呱?!"
In the next moment, the running demon stomped through the air. It released the scimitar's arm and waved it wildly, but it was in vain. In a flash, the illusion that Allen, who had never moved, was placed on the ground because of the devil’s directness. It was ineffective when touched, and an arched alien door made up of countless skulls that seemed to be screaming silently appeared on the ground—just different from the previous alien door that was perpendicular to the ground and erected, it was flat. It was like a pit on the ground that the demon stepped in.
　　 On the other side of the Gate of Other Worlds, there is a scorched, gravel wasteland, a stream full of blood flowing slowly on the wasteland, and the sky is filled with blood-red light...
　　 When the demon fell into the trap, Allen pulled a pillow out of his pocket and threw it to the opponent: "Hold my pillow."
"Avernas?...No!!!" The falling demon hadn't passed through the door of another world at this time. It subconsciously took the pillow and continued to scream screamingly, shaking like a chaff of fear, finally I fell helplessly into the door of the alien world, looking like it was swallowed by the door of the alien world full of skulls-this is only from the bottomless abyss except for those strange demon lords. So bravely fell alone into the base camp of the devil's mortal enemy, the devil.
"Trash!!!" Voldemort had just stepped his feet on the flat ground again, and Voldemort, who had healed his painful feeling and regained a bit of energy, saw this scene-originally intended to use the same move to avenge the Ministry of Magic's war Ai The Dark Lord that Ren did, just saw his summoned creature disappeared by Allen's magic.
However, although he knew he was at a disadvantage, he was very surprised by Allen's use of magic spells and unreliable tactics, but the humiliation and anger made Voldemort not give up the idea of ​​revenge. The insidious and cunning methods used will not really cause huge harm to himself-in the current erosion, the other party has not shown overwhelming magic.
　　 Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Alan and let out a sharp smirk: "Boy, I have to admit that you played so skillfully..."
Voldemort looked angrily at Ellen, smiling and squinting in front of him. This expression was seen in Voldemort's eyes, and he only felt that the opponent was particularly hateful. He cast several killing spells in a row-but all was used by Ellen in the same way before. Evaded.
"But I want to see how many spells you can catch me, and let me see when I can laugh!" Voldemort snorted coldly and looked at the several large hollows of Allen in his body~ EbookFREE.me~ But suddenly he felt that his face sank somewhat strangely, and the suppressed laughter from the sidelines also reached his ears.
Voldemort looked at his mirror image from side to side. He saw the eight Voldemorts. The long, brilliant, red and yellow Gryffindor scarves were hanging on their shoulders. On the chest of the pure black robe, I didn’t know. A Hogwarts Gryffindor branch logo was also sewed by Allen since when Voldemort started to cast the summoning spell and wanted to find a chance to heal himself, Allen secretly added it to him With these costumes, it seemed as if the Dark Lord was wearing a Gryffindor uniform.
What made Voldemort noticed was that a pair of round-frame glasses slipped on the bridge of its nose without a nose, which was the pair of glasses Allen borrowed from Harry just now, and his bald head appeared. A traditional German men’s feather felt hat, and the feathers on that hat sway gently with the night breeze—the hat that Luna used to win the red-nosed old man Grimson in the previous card game is now covered by the Dark Lord. On his head.
As if the eyes were stinged by the dazzling red and gold right now, Voldemort's long slender nose quivered and his mouth without lips was horribly twisted. The original angry red eyes even became a little hollow, and Voldemort felt trembling in anger. The whole body was cold, Voldemort couldn't think about other things, he planned to fight the in front of him who made him lose face.
　　 "Please wait for Tom, there's something too short..." Allen saw the mysterious popularity tremblingly and quickly waved his hand and said, "Sorry, the action of putting the hat and glasses is too big to make you feel..."