Sword and Magic and Taxi

The reason why such a curse as Cruciatus can be listed as one of the three unforgivable curses along with the mind-controlled out-of-body and direct-death Avada Kedavra is because it will cause people unbearable torture and pain - regardless of the person. How strong I once thought I was. Physical, mental, psychological, all aspects of torture are gathered together, like an overwhelming force, or like peeling off a cocoon, removing all layers of a person's protection, leaving only a fragility without resistance.

Unable to bear it, but unable to die or stop, this terrible pain enveloped Zhao Mai, like 10,000-meter-deep seawater squeezing from the outside in, or like a huge gushing volcano erupting from the inside out. His joints were twisted, his expression was ferocious, and he was swaying. Despite his determination and perseverance, he no longer had the ability to take another half step forward.

Crush the bones! Grindelwald cast the spell again. This time he raised his lightsaber to block, and finally hit Zhao Mai solidly. This is not an injury that ordinary people can bear, let alone the fact that this curse was cast by Grindelwald. Zhao Mai was dizzy and lost his normal judgment of the surrounding situation. Only the pain was clear, the rest was blurry, and he didn't even know when the lightsaber was released. He barely stood up, just because he still had psychic powers protecting his brain. This last line of defense was still strong, allowing him to still remember his goal.

The body that lost control trembled and fell down, like a broken doll dropped in the mud. Grindelwald still maintained his spell-casting and suppressing posture, carefully alerting the surrounding situation: Surrender to me, Mike! Surrender! Otherwise you will die!

Zhao Mai wanted to raise his middle finger to him, but found that he couldn't even control the direction in which his eyes were looking, let alone move his body. His commonly used senses have completely lost their function, and the five senses are mixed together like paste. Only the feeling of pain is the only clear theme: he can feel the pain of loss, the pain of struggle, the pain of injury, the pain of not getting. The pain, the pain that cannot be kept and the pain that cannot be undone. He wanted to cry, get angry, howl, and even want to harm himself, but he couldn't do any of it. He could only endure it, and if the spell didn't stop, the pain wouldn't stop.

He could only temporarily abandon his five senses and let the force of nature become his eyes, ears and nose. Like a green dream, he temporarily separated from his body and observed the entire battlefield from the perspective of a spectator. Grindelwald, who used the Unforgivable Curse, found an appropriate way to bypass the wand's restrictions on his spellcasting ability, and finally overwhelmed Zhao Mai's attack and defense capabilities, and took control of the battlefield.

Surrender! Grindelwald released the spell again, sending Zhao Mai's body flying on the grass, spinning around and falling again. Don't waste your talents on those indifferent sense of responsibility and other people's moral standards. You should have a greater goal, the same goal as me! Surrender, admit failure, and then learn how to succeed!

Is it successful relying on the Unforgivable Curse? Zhao Mai shook his head in the green dream. He moved closer to the pillar of light causing chaos in the elements and magic, and concentrated on observing. If Grindelwald's suppression of Zhao Mai is 100%, this annoying beam of light accounts for 80%! The simple heart-crushing and bone-corroding curse is not unbreakable, but the function of the light beam is to make it impossible for people to use the means to break it. The Three Sacred Artifacts are just Grindelwald's theory, his understanding of the world, and they will not be without flaws!

There is a state of chaos and disorder in the light pillar, but it is not complete chaos. Complete chaos will not have such a clear concept of border, nor will it have the characteristics of you can't hit me but I can hit you! Zhao Mai stretched his green dream arm into the range of the light beam, tentatively touching the energy inside. Perhaps because the energy level of the green dream was extremely low and it did not attract much attention, the arm was not destroyed by the turbulent flow of energy.

A numb and itchy feeling came from the arm, and then the palm of the hand felt slightly heavy. Zhao Mai reached out and grabbed a handful of something that looked like sand! He looked down and saw that they were all runes for magic spells, the simplest words and letters, the kind that had no practical meaning.

These words evaporated quickly, turned into gas and then returned to the light pillar. Obviously they knew that there was the body and core, so they would not stay in Zhao Mai's hands for too long. It turns out that the entire light column is still a magic circle, but it looks quite chaotic and disorderly, but this is all a disguise made by Grindelwald.

Zhao Mai has never been an expert in magic circles, and he doesn't expect to be able to understand this magic circle in a short time - especially before his body collapses - and then dismantle the secrets and counterattack in a targeted manner. He only saw one thing: the magic spells that made up the magic circle were the magic words currently used in the wizarding world. He had seen these basic words in the arithmetic and divination class.

Use these spells to disrupt the elemental and magical environment and suppress other people's spellcasting abilities. So what effect will they have on older spells? The druid's spell is to establish communication and then complete the effect by the natural force. Zhao Mai is now unable to transmit the order out of the light beam. However, Zhao Mai knows that his psychic powers can still work as long as he is not far away from the body, so this light beam is not an anti-magic effect, and the ancient curse may be successful.

He watched himself suffer another heart-breaking attack, and then immediately exited the green dream. At the moment before disappearing, half of the flaming blazing of the ancient magic spell had been spit out, and the remaining part was completed when he returned to his body.

Flames suddenly burst out between Zhao Mai and Grindelwald, and a huge fireball erupted and exploded with dazzling light and scorching heat! The green grass burned into ashes in an instant. Grindelwald quickly raised his arms to cover his eyes, and at the same time cast a spell with his wand to block it! Whose magic is this, and why can it explode in the pillar of light? Grindelwald looked around and saw no one else intervening in the duel. The Flamel family members stood far away, while two loyal servants were carrying the unconscious Marcel Flamel to the manor house. No one interferes, no one dares to interfere! What is left of these ancient families may just be terrifying gargoyles, which are enough to scare people, but in fact they have no beating hearts.

After the fire light dissipated, Zhao Mai slowly straightened up, grabbed the wand with a flick of his wrist, and got up from the ground. Grindelwald showed an expression of ecstasy and waved his wand vigorously: Crush the bones!

McMay! The white inner fire burned, blocking the curse of black magic and continuing to bring warmth. The light pillars of the Three Sacred Artifacts were gradually pushed away and could no longer cover Zhao Mai. The fire of the soul seems gentle and weak, but it firmly protects its master, never giving up or leaving. Zhao Mai once again felt the continuous replenishment of natural force, and the wounds on his body began to slowly recover.

Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!

McMay!

What kind of curse is this?! Grindelwald yelled, What kind of curse language is this?!