Voldemort had a dark face and was a little confused about what Lynn said.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you care about me?" Lynn waved his hand, and he glanced at the wizards who surrounded him, and said with a squint.

"If you want to do it, hurry up. If you catch me back and spit out the real medicine into my mouth, maybe I will really tell the truth."

Seeing him like this, Voldemort could no longer maintain the same calm as before.

Since the days when he has recovered his consciousness, he has been receiving all kinds of bad news.

Although his subject soul did not completely disappear, it disappeared for no reason.

Whether it is the Death Eaters who are loyal to him or the fence-bearers who put interests first, those who die die and those who are captured are captured.

The power he had worked hard to cultivate for more than ten years before was almost completely disintegrated.

Although he reached a cooperation with the Demonic France Association of the Mold Country, the other party's contemptuous attitude towards him did not make him, who had become a lonely man, a truly equal position.

Until now, Voldemort finally couldn't suppress his anger and ordered the wizards on the island.

"Catch him!"

Hearing Voldemort's order, the wizard of the French Society of Mold Country did not move at all.

Instead, after another leader, the bad country witch nodded and gave the order again, hundreds of wizards on the island began to aim at Lin Neng and waved their wands.

"Drunk."

"Tongtong Petrochemical."

Countless spells shining with dazzling light shot out towards Lin Neng.

Lynn hasn't even taken out his wand until now, the moment the wizards chant the spell.

[Scepter] Suddenly emerged from his body, swimming around him like a swimming snake.

Then a tall iron wall surrounded Lynn and suddenly rose up, protecting him firmly.

The more you master [Scepter], the more Lin Neng can understand the true magic of transformation.

Compared with the direct and violent black magic, although the transformation technique does not have such a strong visual impact and direct effect in terms of its appearance, it is definitely a kind of infinite upper limit in magic.

Buttons can turn dead objects into living objects.

A mouse can turn into a snuff box, which means that a living thing turns into a dead thing.

Compared with the first two, the conversion between dead objects and dead objects does not give and plunder life in that way.

But in the hands of the advanced transformer masters, the use of transforming techniques can be completely similar to creating something out of thin air.

Even if they are covered with dust, they can use this to create everything they want.

The scepter left by the four founders of Hogwarts has extremely powerful adaptability in the transformation technique.

Lin En's own attainment of transformation techniques had not reached the peak.

But with the scepter, he can be no less than any transformer master in the entire magic world.

The iron arm turned into by the scepter is like a fortress, which firmly protects it in it, but the spells of the wizards cannot pass through obstacles and cannot have any effect on it.

"The Phantom moves! Go in! Go in and grab him directly!"

Voldemort ordered in a cold voice.

His thinking changed very quickly, and he instantly came up with a way to crack Lynn to protect himself.

Some wizards of the Demonic French Society of Mold Country soon adopted his approach.

Dozens of wizards used phantoms to move, and space moved to where Lynn had just stood.

However, Lynn certainly had expected this result.

The moment countless wizards appeared beside him, he waved his wand in his hand and shouted an unforgivable spell to the ground.

"Avadasauri (triple increase)!"

When these dozen American wizards broke into his fortress and before they could stand firm, the dark green light exploded in this enclosed space.

The green streaming light spread rapidly around like flowing water. The wizard who had just appeared was ruthlessly deprived of his soul and his body fell to the ground weakly.

Outside, his black magic spreading skills did not cover the entire island.

Even if it is forcibly covered, the three-fold increase in black magic still cannot have any impact on these wizards.

However, in the fortress formed by the scepter, the space is not too small, but it is enough to maximize the power of Lynn's spreading black magic.

The wizard outside cannot influence him with a spell, but if the wizard uses the phantom migration to teleport in, he will undoubtedly die.

After just one teleportation of dozens of wizards, no more noise was heard from it.

The leader who is truly responsible for managing hundreds of American wizards here realizes something is wrong.

It was only then that he recalled Lynn's information.

That unique magic spreading technique made him feel like a fish in the narrow space in the fortress.

So he immediately stopped it, and the next group of American wizards who wanted to teleport in, ordered them to remain silent.

Seeing their stopping movements, Voldemort couldn't hold back.

"He has only one person, and he is still a boy who has not even grown up! You have hundreds of elite wizards here, so why don't you continue to launch an attack? Even if so many people are exhausted, they can still kill him."

The commander looked at him coldly, and the disdain in his eyes was unconcealed.

"The life of the wizard in Mold Country is precious. We want to catch him, but our people cannot have large-scale casualties. These elites must also protect their own countries. If you have any ideas, Mr. Voldemort, you will definitely be easier than my subordinates than you who are strong."

Voldemort was so angry that he was so angry that he was helpless.

The cooperation he reached with the American Magic and France Association is not equal at all.

Even if he is very powerful, his personal infamy alone can stop the entire British magic world from crying.

But one person cannot fight against the entire magic government, let alone the Mold Country Magic France Association, a magic government that is much stronger than the British Ministry of Magic.

Even if he harmed the British magic world at his peak, he did not rely on himself, but used the concept of pure blood to gather a large number of believers to create such a great momentum.

Moreover, his true identity is not the Dark King in his heyday, but just a remnant soul of Voldemort.

So he had no capital at all, and ordered the wizards of the Mold Country to do anything for him.

"What do you plan to do next?"

Voldemort suppressed his anger and looked at the commander of the Moldy Wizard coldly.

The commander stared at the steel fortress that Lynn had transformed with his scepter and said lightly.

"We can't get in now, but he can't run away. The anti-phantom shifting magic on this island is the most advanced in the entire magic world. Just blocking him here can even consume him."
Chapter completed!