Chapter 113 Battle of Azkaban

Beihai, Azkaban, the twenty-ninth day when the Central Continent team entered the main god space.

——The war broke out, and most people were caught off guard.

Except for the elite wizards and well-trained Aurors of the Order of the Phoenix, most ordinary wizards, including the strikers, did not really take this operation seriously. It may be that they were immersed in peace for too long. It may be that they underestimated the power of the Death Eaters - in their eyes, Azkaban has defensive magic deployed by Dumbledore himself, and with so many people guarding it, the defense line is almost impregnable and cannot be easily broken through. of?

From the perspective of this group of people, the most they need to do is patrol to ensure that no one has been sneaked in to help the prisoners escape.

Is there anyone who really wants to attack this prison that no one has escaped from since the fifteenth century? No way, right?

But these people were wrong, terribly wrong. They underestimated the Death Eaters' determination to attack and overestimated their own qualities.

No one knows how the Death Eaters brought a large number of vampires and werewolves to this island that was basically isolated from the world, and launched an attack on Azkaban's defense line with red eyes. Led by many wizards wearing hoods and robes, these dark creatures launched wave after wave of attacks without fear of death. Green death curses and extremely lethal black magic flew everywhere, almost The moment they appeared, several wizards on the first line of defense fell...

The human wave tactic is always the most effective weapon. The scale of this attack exceeded everyone's imagination. During the years when Voldemort was wreaking havoc on the British wizarding world, he had never conducted such a large-scale frontal action.

Not only are vampires and werewolves attacking, but the Inferi are also constantly crawling out of the sea, and the dementors flying in the sky have caused the morale of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix to plummet - this group of Azkaban's The former jailers were clearly not here to have tea with their successors and reminisce about old times!

"Damn it! Didn't Principal Dumbledore wipe out all these monsters back then?" Someone shouted in despair.

"As long as there is fear and despair, those guys will continue to regenerate... There are too many of them. They rely on bunkers and terrain to retreat to Azkaban, and rely on defensive magic to delay time and wait for support!"

The one-eyed Mad-Eye Moody loudly commanded the Aurors around him. This Auror, who had seemingly retired for many years, had not actually stopped his activities. He had just gone underground to work for the Order of the Phoenix. This time, he He assumed the role of commander in Dumbledore's absence. While he was commanding, he kept chanting spells to call out his patron saint and fight the dementors in mid-air.

After not holding on for long, the first line of defense outside Azkaban had all fallen, leaving only some scattered corpses on the outside and the golden mist surrounding Azkaban... This was what Dumbledore had planned. The first defensive magic was cast, and the remaining people all withdrew into Azkaban, preparing to reorganize their formation and rely on defensive magic for the second round of resistance.

"Xue Nai, how about it? Can mental scanning break through this layer of fog?"

The little monk who also wore a hood asked in the spiritual chain. Next to him were the muscular man Imani, Lamb, the mental controller Schnei and a few others, but Celasti was nowhere to be seen.

Xuenai closed his eyes, then opened them again after a few seconds and said: "Okay, Captain, this layer of fog cannot block the mental scan. It can pass without any obstruction just like the previous attempts. It seems that even if it was placed by Dumbledore himself, The same goes for magic defense.”

"But my mental scan cannot detect the situation inside Azkaban. It seems that the mental controller of the Central Continent team has launched a shield inside Azkaban."

Having said this, Xuenai added: "But the good news is that the mental power controller of the Zhongzhou team does not seem to be strong, and the shielding method and accuracy are also very unfamiliar. I can completely suppress the opponent's mental power, so that It can only be passively beaten... If I am given enough time, I can also find loopholes in the shielding, or use consumption methods to prevent the opponent from maintaining mental shielding for a long time, thereby exposing the flaw."

"Then do it."

The little monk sneered and said: "Good news, it seems that the Zhongzhou team is not a breeding team, they are simply a new reincarnation team that has only recently joined the team battle. After all, the mental controller of the breeding team is either the breeder himself, or is completely in The members of the reincarnation team under the control of the breeders, the mental controllers are the eyes of the team. Even the breeders can understand this truth, and they will never be stingy with reward points for the mental controllers...Xue Nai, The task of dealing with the opponent's mental controller is left to you, speed up."

"When their mental controllers can no longer withstand it, that's when the Zhongzhou team will be destroyed!"

Xuenai nodded silently, and Manavia on the other side asked: "Captain, have you decided to destroy the opponent as a team? Obviously, if you can capture the opponent's members, the benefits will be greater."

"We don't have that time, don't forget our main mission." The young monk said with a gloomy face: "In normal times, we can still be coy and submissive. After gaining the other party's initial trust, we can suddenly turn against them and catch them off guard. But It took us too long to break away from being cannon fodder in the Death Eater camp, and we've already lost one point...damn it!"

Before he finished speaking, the little monk couldn't help but cursed fiercely in the chain of his soul: "Damn Aluote, that bastard would have gone crazy sooner or later, but he went crazy at that time and took the initiative to die. Taking action against Voldemort caused us to lose one point at the beginning... I can't wait to pull him up and kill him again!"

Seeing the young monk's lingering anger, Schnei and Manavia, who had the best relationship with him, couldn't help but quietly move their feet and take a step away from him. Ever since Arlot suddenly went crazy when he first entered and was killed by Voldemort himself, his captain has been yelling curses from time to time, and even fed Arlot's body to him after all the Death Eaters were gone. The summoned object is a giant python about ten meters long.

This giant python is not only covered with hard scales, but also has a small bulge on the top of its forehead, and it is about to grow horns. According to the Lord God's explanation, once the long horn on the forehead is fully formed, the snake can transform into a dragon and gain special abilities such as soaring into the clouds and riding the mist... This is the growth-type summoned beast that the little monk has strengthened along the way from the Lord God. Not only The whole body is extremely hard, has extremely strong defense capabilities, and also has super strong regeneration capabilities.

In the extreme cold that the Indian team experienced in the first horror film, others saw with their own eyes that after half of its head was blown off by a torpedo, the giant python recovered completely within minutes, with no signs of injury at all.

Moreover, this undead monster can also acquire different abilities by devouring the corpses of different powerful creatures. After the little monk fed Arot's corpse to it, the giant python even obtained the magical blood werewolf's abilities that were strengthened in the moonlight. talent. This kind of growth is indeed worthy of the A-level subplot that the little monk has put in.

However, the growth of the giant python cannot completely make up for the loss of combat power caused by the death of Arlot, let alone the dazzling minus one point in the team points. It had a bad start and lost one of its members without even seeing the opponent. General, no wonder the young monk is in such a bad mood.

The two women who have the best relationship are like this, and the rest of the Indian team is even more silent. They all know the character of this captain. Before entering the main god space, he was a big shot in Hinduism. Although he looks fine on weekdays, but that It's just his disguise. If you talk nonsense when the young monk is angry, it will really kill people...

"Team, Captain, what should we do next? It seems that this layer of defensive magic has stopped the Death Eaters' offensive." After looking at each other for a while, it was finally the muscular man Imani who took the initiative to break the dullness. The atmosphere, anyway, this man's usual performance is that he has no brains, but he is the most suitable person to speak at this time.

It's just that Imani's muscles didn't grow into his brain after all. Seeing that the young monk was in a bad mood, he hurriedly changed the topic: "Do you think Voldemort will personally remove this defensive magic?"

"Idiot, have you gained muscle in your brain after changing the bloodline of Brother Hu? If Voldemort has to take action for any messy thing, then what use does he need these subordinates?" The little monk cursed angrily, But it just stayed at the level of "scolding" and did not get angry: "Most of these Death Eaters are from pure-blood families, and their tentacles have already penetrated into the Ministry of Magic. Now there is no one in Azkaban." Do you know how many Death Eater traitors and traitors there are."

"Just watch. The strongest fortresses are often breached from the inside. Otherwise, what do you think Celasti was doing?"

Imani showed an expression of sudden realization: "So, she has already sneaked into Azkaban with some other Death Eaters."

"Of course. No matter how strong Dumbledore is, can he be worth the pervasive network of pure-blood families? After all, innocent mixed-blood wizards and Muggle wizards are in the minority. The right to speak in this world is still controlled by that group of veterans. In the hands of a pure-blood family!”

As if to verify the young monk's words, it didn't take long for the golden mist outside Azkaban to dissipate, gradually revealing the entrance door... The defensive magic has been lifted, and the portal to Azkaban has been opened wide. !

"Let's go, let Imani and his few giants dismantle the gate first, and then..."

The young monk swung his black cloak and said with a ferocious smile: "It's time for us to hunt the Central Continent team!"