Chapter 1000: The Final Duel (Part 2)
Chapter 1000: The Final Duel (Part 2)
An invisible magic barrier rose from the ground, instantly enveloping both of them.
Ivan's expression changed immediately. He distinctly felt that his magic flow was being slightly hindered, while Grindelwald's aura grew even stronger.
A vast surge of magic was continuously welling up from the ground, pouring into Grindelwald's body.
"Vanish, Hals. From now on, I will create a world exclusively for wizards, and you are the final obstacle!" Grindelwald declared, his voice rising as he felt the immense magic flooding his body.
"Go to hell with your dreams..." Ivan sneered. Realizing that his opponent's power was growing, he no longer hesitated and launched his attack first.
"Wind!" Ivan extended his wand and shouted. A fierce gust of wind swept through the control room, concealing countless sharp wind blades that surged toward Grindelwald.
Grindelwald couldn't see the hidden threat in the wind, but he could clearly sense the danger approaching. He lightly waved the Elder Wand, and one after another, massive angel statues rose from the ground.
Their surfaces gleamed with a metallic luster, their arms thick and powerful, holding various weapons like swords and spears, forming a protective army around Grindelwald.
The dense wind blades, sharp as knives, slashed across the surfaces of the angel statues, leaving deep gashes. However, with the continuous supply of magic, these wounds quickly began to heal.
Dozens of five-to-six-meter-tall metal statues pushed through the storm, step by step, closing in on Ivan.
"Incendio!" Ivan's expression remained unchanged. A strand of eerie white flame suddenly ignited from the tip of his wand. Under the storm's enhancement, it spread into a terrifying white fire sea within seconds.
The angel statues, which had withstood the wind blades so resiliently, proved incredibly fragile in the face of Fiendfyre. Their rapid healing could not keep up with the rate of disintegration, and they were gradually consumed, turning into fuel for the flames. Finally, the rising Fiendfyre transformed into a serpent that swallowed Grindelwald whole.
A sturdy magic barrier enveloped Grindelwald, holding back the raging Fiendfyre. Then, the Elder Wand vibrated rapidly, and massive magic blades shot out from its tip, creating a piercing sound as they sliced through the air. The violent fire sea was instantly split apart.
This was clearly Sectumsempra!
After several confrontations with Ivan, Grindelwald, with his extensive knowledge of magic, had easily replicated this spell.
Ivan did not retreat but advanced, casting wind walls that blocked the center of the battlefield, gradually weakening the powerful magic blades. Then, the protective ring on his left hand glowed, neutralizing the attack.
Now, the two were less than five meters apart. Ivan took another step forward, and a faint green light appeared at the tip of his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Avada Kedavra!" At almost the same moment, Grindelwald also waved his wand, and two dark green beams collided, producing a sound like cannonballs smashing into each other.
The surging shockwave pushed the surrounding Fiendfyre away, creating a ten-meter radius of absolute space.
With the immense power of magic, the Killing Curse's potency was nearly maximized. At the point where the two spells intersected, a faint black light flickered, exuding a deathly aura, and it continued to expand as the magic supply persisted.
If this thing touches me, I’m dead for sure!
This thought flashed through both their minds simultaneously. However, Ivan and Grindelwald, who were extremely confident in their own powers, showed no intention of withdrawing their spells. Instead, they continued to pour Magic into their casts, trying to force the other into a deadly corner.
With the entire Department of Mysteries’ Magic supporting him, Grindelwald fearlessly increased his Magic output. Ivan, on the other hand, was not about to back down. The Magic within the Philosopher's Stone rapidly depleted, fully empowering the Killing Curse. He was not willing to let go of this perfect opportunity to kill Grindelwald.
He would not concede in a Magic duel!
The two powerful wands trembled slightly, as if competing with each other. They began to draw more Magic from their wielders to enhance the spells. If before they were reluctant to let go, now they could not easily revoke their spells.
Black light points moved back and forth, gradually inching closer to Ivan.
Due to the subtle Magic barriers within the ward, even though Ivan’s total Magic Power was not weaker than Grindelwald’s, he could not reverse this slight disadvantage.
Worse still, a faint sound suddenly caught his attention. Ivan looked down and saw a crack forming on his Human Bone Wand.
Damn Ollivander...
Ivan cursed inwardly. He had been promised that using his own bone to make the wand shaft would make it incredibly sturdy. How could it fail at such a crucial moment?
Ivan wanted to kick the wand master away, but he also understood that Ollivander’s claim likely only applied to normal circumstances. Pouring thousands of times more Magic into a single spell than an adult wizard would, without any reservations, would have caused any other wand to fail long ago.
In contrast, the Elder Wand in Grindelwald’s hand remained stable, and the difference between the two was obvious...
Although Grindelwald could not hear the slight cracking sound from the Human Bone Wand, he could sense the black light points rapidly moving towards Ivan.
Grindelwald’s lips curled into a smile, and through the interwoven spell beams, he was about to see Ivan’s desperate face. Instead, he was met with a pair of eerie orange-yellow vertical pupils.
This was Ivan’s hidden trump card—blood magic [Basilisk Gaze]!
Despite Grindelwald’s prior knowledge of this blood magic from Dumbledore’s memories, Ivan had never used it in their previous encounters. Now, caught off guard, Grindelwald was instantly affected. His mind was drawn to the strange pupils, and his body began to stiffen and grow cold...
Ivan was also in a dire state. In just a few seconds, his Magic was nearly drained. Fortunately, the Philosopher's Stone provided a constant supply, allowing him to hold on.
Die!
Ivan roared in his mind, increasing his Magic output once more. Another crack appeared on his Human Bone Wand, and the central black light point surged towards Grindelwald...
Death crept closer, but Grindelwald remained motionless. If not for the Elder Wand’s frantic draw of Magic to resist, Grindelwald would have already fallen to Ivan’s Killing Curse...
(End of Chapter)
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