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Chapter 65 Potion, try changing the sword?
Feeling the blessing effect of the complete griffin suit, Andre also showed surprise in his eyes.

It is indeed a genre suit that took so much effort to get. After collecting it, the blessing of strength is really extraordinary.

With the extremely high strength of the seal, coupled with Andre's own huge magic power, the power of the seal he released will inevitably be qualitatively improved compared to before.

Just glanced out the window, and looked at the huge tentacles covering Lovegood's defensive magic, and Andre frowned.

He also heard what Moody said outside. Pearson's ability to manipulate flesh and blood to adapt is really troublesome. To deal with this kind of thing, no amount of preparation is too much.

In addition to equipment, a demon hunter still has many means to improve his strength again.

For example, potions and sword oil used to smear the sword, the effect of these things should not be underestimated, the effect of superposition is not even worse than that of equipment.

Among the demon hunters, there is even a school that relies on taking medicine to fight. For this reason, a school suit that can increase the metabolic rate and increase the number of times of taking medicine has been specially developed. Its strength is not inferior to other schools, which shows the importance of medicine to demon hunters. sex.

The battle is imminent, and Andre is naturally able to prepare a little bit more.

As for the Aurors outside, Andre glanced at them. Moody and the few elite Aurors who still maintained their spellcasting ability felt more and more threatening, as if they were about to take out the signs at the bottom of the box.

Even if he loses, he probably won't lose too quickly, at least he can hold on for a while.

Andre's eyes fell back to the parchment, and he continued to check another option.

"Extract potion [Swallow]. Come to three bottles."

Swallows are a symbol of spring and rejuvenation, and there is a reason why this potion is named after it.

It can speed up the healing and recovery of the demon hunter's body, and slowly provide vitality. In a time-consuming and protracted battle, the swallow potion can greatly increase the survival rate of the demon hunter.

And it also has a special feature, that is, compared to other potions with huge side effects, this potion has almost no side effects, and it can also be used to alleviate the side effects of many potions.

Because of this, the Swallow Potion is a potion that demon hunters must drink before fighting, and they will also drink it with various special potions when encountering strong enemies.

Following Andre's ticking, three bottles of translucent orange-yellow medicine materialized from the parchment.

Andre put two bottles in his waist, then uncorked one bottle, and drank the medicinal liquid in one gulp.

Moments after swallow medicine entered his body, Andre felt a warm feeling spread from his abdomen to his whole body. The weak but continuous vitality flowed through his whole body, making him in a very good condition.

Immediately, Andre continued to check the parchment.

"Extract potion [Thunderbolt]."

The effect of this potion is simple and crude, just like its name, its function is to strengthen the muscle strength, so that the damage of each sword strike can be increased.

Of course, it also has its side effects. One is that it is highly toxic, and only demon hunters can tolerate it. The other is that the muscle fibers will be stronger after being stimulated, but at the same time, small fractures will occur, reducing vitality and recovery.

However, this side effect can be made up for by the swallow potion. After Andre extracted the thunder potion, he drank it without hesitation.

Then he really felt as if a bolt of lightning had landed in his stomach, and a tingling and refreshing electric current flowed through his whole body. In the human state, the muscles that were already strong became bruised.

At this moment, Andre felt that his strength seemed endless, at least [-]% stronger than before taking the medicine.

Of course, the potion of thunder is so powerful, its toxicity is not comparable to ordinary potions.

Even with Andre's demon hunter physique, he couldn't take the next bottle in a short time, otherwise the toxicity superposition would be very troublesome for him.

"You can use another bottle of potion."

Andre didn't waste any time, and decisively chose a bottle of [Stan Moford's Elixir] to extract.

This is also one of the most effective potions he has learned from Geralta's memory. It was concocted by a famous warlock, and it can greatly enhance the strength of the seal.

Drinking this bottle of potion can increase the strength of Andre's seal again in a short period of time.

The next moment, the elixir materialized on the parchment, and Andre gulped it down.

After the bottle of medicine entered his stomach, Andre felt a slight pain in his body.

This is a side effect of Stammerford's elixir, which will continue to draw vitality, but it will be compensated by the swallow potion, so there will be no problem in a short time.

Andre took a deep breath, feeling the taste of the medicine taking effect in his body.

Powerful, incomparably powerful...

After three bottles of potions, coupled with the Griffon suit, Andre felt the urge to try his sword even when facing Pearson who was already in contact with the restraint system.

What happened to the grams?
Cthulhu has been hit by a fishing boat, you, Pearson, a little guy who was transformed after being affected, can really turn the world upside down?
Whether you can beat it or not, you will know if you cut it!

Then, Andre extracted another bottle of sword oil [Foca's Blood] to smear on the sword to increase damage, which also exhausted the last bit of his current repercussions.

After doing all this, Andre opened the door and walked out.

But before facing Pearson, Andre first picked up Tonks, who had passed out with his head covered, with one hand, then picked up Luna and Xenophilius, who were also unconscious, and stuffed them into the Auror in their pre-arranged shelters.

In this way, if there is any accident, their chances of survival will be much higher anyway.

And just when Andre closed the door of the refuge house, activated the defensive magic inside, and placed two signs of Arden at the door.

bang.

Huge shocks hit Lovegood's house again, and at the same time, violent magic power and light roared out, noisy wind and dull thunder were heard endlessly.

In the gap in the door of Lovegood's house, Andre saw that the protective magic outside had been bombarded by Pearson's huge tentacles to create a hole, and those transformed black-robed Aurors had poured in.

And Moody and the few remaining elite Aurors who still have combat power have already used all the means to suppress the bottom of the box, desperately trying to delay until the arrival of reinforcements.

With awe in his heart, Andre took a step forward and rushed out.

……

bang.

A strange roll of parchment was torn apart by an Auror, revealing a complex magic pattern. The gust of wind instantly condensed into wind blades and whizzed out of it, passing two black-robed Aurors.

The scales and tentacles on the two black-robed Aurors only resisted the wind blade for a moment, and then they were cut in two, and four corpses fell from the sky.

Just a moment later, when the Auror turned the parchment and wanted to continue to use it to kill the black-robed Auror, the wind blade slashed at the black-robed Auror again, not to mention cutting it off, or even cutting it off. It can barely cut through the scales covering its body and the skin covered with mucus and tentacles.

Before the Auror could recover from the horror that the magic item at the bottom of the box had been deciphered, the tentacles growing from a black-robed Auror whizzed over and slapped the Auror heavily. .

With the sound of bone shattering, the Auror flew upside down in an instant, and fell to the ground lifeless.

Another surviving Auror quickly finished reciting a long series of spells, and then swung his wand wide open and closed, as if his hand was not a short and light wand, but a battle staff that was heavy enough to hit people in ancient times.

With his waving, the air became cold, and the extreme cold enveloped a black-robed Auror, freezing it into blue ice powder within a few breaths.

But when this Auror waved his magic wand vigorously, trying to freeze a few more black-robed Aurors, the few black-robed Aurors facing him had already completed their flesh and blood adjustments.

When the extreme cold struck again, it was only when they slowed down a little.

Then their waving tentacles snapped the Auror's wand, along with its arm.

Moody's forehead was covered with cold sweat at this moment.

Looking around, there were no companions fighting side by side with him anymore.

It didn't take long before the elite Aurors who could deal with several dark wizards at the same time were easily dealt with by these black-robed Aurors.

Their ability to adjust flesh and blood is really too troublesome, the same magic is difficult to work on them after being used once.

Although Moody believed that this kind of flesh and blood magic must have its flaws and flaws, the current situation really did not allow him to think about it.

The black-robed Aurors had already surrounded Moody's companions after they had dealt with them.

Although Moody understood that it was meaningless to cast a curse on the black-robed Auror, instead it would allow Pearson's body to take this opportunity to adjust his flesh and blood to avoid his ultimate move, but he had no choice at this moment.

If these black-robed Aurors are not eliminated, Moody will not be able to last until Pearson himself makes a move.

So in the next instant, the magic power in Moody's body poured into the wand as if boiling, and a ball of life-like flame poured out from the tip of his wand, instantly turning into a sea of ​​flames, killing all the nearby black-robed Aurors. All covered.

This is Fiendfyre, a powerful black magic fire powerful enough to incinerate Horcruxes.

In the hands of Dumbledore's old friend, the former Dark Lord Grindelwald, the Fiercefire Curse can even burn down a city!

Moody's strength is of course far inferior to a wizard of Grindelwald's level, but the power of the Fiendfyre Curse in his hands is definitely far beyond ordinary.

The black-robed Auror who was caught in Fiendfire was burned to ashes in the flames within a few breaths.

However, the last two black-robed Aurors in the distance had changes that could resist the Fiendfyre Curse in an instant, and they stepped into Fiendfyre.

With a wave of Moody's wand, instead of wasting mana maintaining Fiendfire, he recited the spell again.

A violent explosion immediately engulfed the two black-robed Aurors, blasting them into powder together.

Until now, the twelve black-robed Aurors had been completely wiped out, but Moody's expression was not at all relaxed.

At this time, Pearson's huge face showed a twisted and crazy smile.

"Have you used all your strongest spells?"

"Then what will happen next, you already understand?"

"Wizard, the power that is vulnerable to a blow is just a reward from my lord...

Believe in our lord, let go of your body and mind to accept the teachings of our lord, and only then can you find the real mystery, the secret in flesh and blood! "

"Apostle, apostle, Pearson, a humble believer, will welcome your return!"

Amidst the disturbing and noisy laughter, the huge tentacles bombarded the protective magic again, and dense cracks spread.

In a moment, the protective magic covering Lovegood's house shattered.

Several tentacles that looked like giant pythons fell from mid-air towards Moody.

Moody's wand waved, and flames and explosions erupted again, but falling on these tentacles could only hurt the skin, and could not cause effective damage at all.

And in the air of flames and explosions, a dazzling green light burst out suddenly.

Knowing that the previous two spells might not work, Moody still released them anyway, just to cover up his own death spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

With a roar, a green light flew towards Pearson's face in mid-air.

As long as you have enough killing intent in your heart, under the Death Curse, no matter what you are, you will be killed with one blow.

Moody's Death Curse is not as good as Voldemort's, but it is definitely not far behind the top Death Eaters.

He panted heavily, seeing that green light approaching Pearson's face in an instant, he let out a long breath.

"monster……"

But then, Moody's expression froze.

Pearson's huge face was split open when the Death Curse flew, and a person was thrown out of the squirming mass of flesh and blood.

It looked like a Muggle, his chest was still heaving, and he was still alive, but fell into a coma, and was thrown by Pierson at the oncoming Killing Curse.

A blinding green light hit the Muggle, taking his life in an instant.

However, the power of the Killing Curse ends here. It does have the power to kill with one blow, but it can only kill one person at a time.

Pearson, who had always been on guard against Moody's killing curse, used such a shield to counteract the killing curse.

Then, the huge tentacle landed on Moody's position, and swept out against the ground.

Moody only had time to release an Iron Armor Charm before Pearson slammed it into the air like a baseball and slammed into Lovegood's door with a roar.

thump.

Moody fell heavily to the ground, several ribs were broken, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

This was not the worst, he glanced at the wand in his hand, in the violent impact and tumbling, his wand had been broken in two, which completely made Moody's heart fall into the ice cave.

With a wand in his hand, he couldn't help Pearson. Now that he lost his wand, even if he had the ability to cast spells without a wand, it was limited to some low-level spells.

Whether it's his powerful spells at the bottom of the box or the one-hit death curse, Moody can't cast without a staff, so how can he deal with Pearson?
A tentacle stuck to the ground and crawled towards Moody, who was unable to resist.

The end of the tentacle let out a disgusting grunt, and a face of Pearson, much smaller than in mid-air, emerged, staring at Moody and laughing.

Moody spat, cast the Wandless Flying Curse, and controlled a few stones to hit this face as his last bit of resistance.

But what Moody didn't expect was that when these few stones were thrown on it, several potholes were smashed on this tentacle, and the flesh was bloody.

The scales, tentacles, and slime that can resist powerful spells seem to be useless in the face of this purely physical attack, and they are even more fragile than ordinary people's flesh.

At this moment, Moody finally understood Pearson's weakness.

"He can adjust the flesh and blood to defend against magic in a targeted manner.

But the stronger the defense against magic power, the weaker the defense against fists, swords, etc..."

Moody lay down on the ground and gave a wry smile.

It was too late to find out.

Pearson's face looked at him and smiled too.

"Found?"

"Indeed, I'm just a humble believer of my lord. I was fortunate enough to listen to the voice of my lord left in the long river of history. That's why I got this ability. I still have weaknesses.

But soon, soon, such a weakness ceased to exist.

When I welcome back the apostles, my Lord's eyes of praise will definitely fall on me, and I will truly break away from this weak group of human beings and become my Lord's family! "

"As for you, Moody, it's useless when you find out."

"Maybe you can try to use the Flying Curse to control the broomstick, maybe you can destroy me..."

Amidst a burst of loud laughter, a tentacle was raised high and slammed down on Moody.

Moody closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

He felt that this process should be very fast, but after closing his eyes for a while, the expected crushed pain still did not come.

On the contrary, what came to my ears was Pearson's roar and the sound of tentacles falling to the ground.

When Moody opened his eyes, what came into view was a muscular figure dressed in black leather armor, holding a silver sword, carrying a steel sword on his back.

This figure still maintained the movement of swinging the sword. Under his cold light of the long sword, the tentacles that should have smashed Moody flat were cut in two by the sword, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

Andre let out a breath, looking at the disgusting monster in front of him, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Eliminating you with a broomstick is not enough."

"Then why don't you try changing my sword?"

(End of this chapter)