The few talismans, once released, immediately changed direction, shooting toward Alan like ground-hugging spells.
*Using my own creations against me?*
Alan smiled coldly as he recognized the talismans; these were likely the ones he had sold to Aseria. These wizards certainly had nerve, attempting to use his own inventions to take him down. As their creator, Alan handled them with ease.
He gave his wand a gentle flick, and the surging electricity transformed into a coiling, twisting lightning snake. Its body lashed out like a silver whip, striking the incoming metal. Instantly, the talismans popped like firecrackers in the air, losing their effectiveness in a flash.
But his Beam Lightning was not yet finished. The solidified electric plasma impacted the first masked man's Protego with a thunderous crack. The violent energy stirred ripples across the transparent shield, leaving it on the verge of collapse. The masked man grew increasingly anxious as he exerted every ounce of his strength to maintain the barrier, casting a desperate glance toward his companion.
Meanwhile, the masked man behind Alan flicked his wand, swirling it wildly in the air to conjure a fierce whirlwind. The vortex sucked up gravel and snow from the ground to form a small, localized tornado.
Simultaneously, Alan shot several streaks of silver light toward him. The masked man, mid-incantation, recognized the silver lights as four metal talismans and a small sphere. His heart skipped a beat. *Could this man be from the Ministry? Why is he using the same equipment Unicorn gave us?*
There was no time for questions. Well aware of the items' power, the wizard abandoned his charge and pushed the whirlwind forward to intercept the alchemy tools. The talismans exploded immediately upon hitting the vortex. Fortunately, the masked man had already retreated a safe distance to avoid the blast.
The metal sphere, however, expanded into a large silver net shimmering with faint currents and magical light. It clung to the tornado, and within seconds, the whirlwind lost its magical support and dissipated. The net, its driving force gone, fell directly to the snow.
The masked man was annoyed to see his painstakingly charged magic nullified by a casually thrown item. But seeing his companion struggling under the weight of Alan's attack, he knew he had to act fast or he would be down to a single ally.
"Hmph!"
The wizard let out a shout, unleashing a dark green spell that resembled viscous tar toward Alan's back.
Alan, facing the first man, had been applying maximum pressure, but the opponent was surprisingly resilient. He couldn't ignore the curse coming from behind. *No, I must eliminate one of them quickly!*
Hardening his resolve, he diverted a sliver of his energy to pat his waist. A metal sphere flew out—the Lincoln Sphere—circling behind him to meet the incoming curse. It immediately conjured several layers of Protego. However, the bizarre spell curved as it approached, attempting to bypass the sphere. The masked man was using the Tracking Spell technique to guide its trajectory.
Through his Echo Spectacles, Alan watched the attempt with boredom. He had grown tired of tracking techniques two years ago. Did they really expect to hit him with such an obvious maneuver?
As the spell twisted, the Lincoln Sphere moved rapidly under Alan's control, constantly blocking the curse's path. Seizing a moment where the spell slowed during a turn, the sphere crashed straight into it. Upon collision, the black-green magic stuck to the sphere's protective shield. It began to hiss, producing a puff of green smoke that dissolved two layers of the barrier almost instantly.
Alan was alarmed. It was that highly corrosive magic again. It seemed this was a signature spell of the Silver Spears—not only Aseria, but this wizard knew it too. Watching the shield being rapidly eaten away, he realized it wouldn't be long before the corrosion reached the sphere's main body. He wasn't willing to let such an expensive tool be ruined.
With the first masked man still clinging to life behind his shield, Alan had no choice but to break off his attack. He turned and cast 'Aguamenti' toward the Lincoln Sphere. The clear stream of water enveloped the viscous spell like cold water hitting boiling oil, erupting in a violent sizzle. The water mass turned pitch black as it neutralized the curse.
Alan retracted the Lincoln Sphere into his sleeve, but the moment he did, he sensed a magical fluctuation beneath his feet. He lunged to the side just as several sharp stone spikes shot up from where he had been standing. It was yet another magic he had never seen before; the Silver Spears certainly had a deep arsenal of unique spells.
Seeing his sneak attack fail, the masked man behind him immediately began muttering another incantation.
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