Those things that look like dark clouds are all dementors!

　　 Seen from the ground as if it is boundless, there is no end in sight.

　　 Hermione looked at so many monsters, her hands and feet were cold, her face pale.

　　 Dilapidated, desperate emotions penetrated towards her from all directions through the air, ingesting the little happiness and hope in her body.

　　 Lynn squeezed Hermione's hand tightly, seeming to want to convey some warmth to her through this.

　　 He looked up at the group of dementors that covered the entire starry sky, his eyes full of indifference and coldness.

　　‘Lynn Belloc, you better give up resistance, you are now arrested! ’

　　 A dementor who was obviously the leader floating high in the sky was talking to him in a wonderful way. When Lynn heard it, the corner of his mouth only showed a sneer.

　　 "Who gave you the power to arrest me? Which country's Ministry of Magic?"

　　 The dementor is no longer talking to him, the dementor army gathers in Lynn's direction like a swarm, the biting cold and dead despair are coming with the floating cold wind!

　　 But before they were within ten meters of Lynn and Hermione, a soft silver light exploded from the tip of Lynn's wand.

　　 "Call the gods and call the guards!"

　　The ball of light that burst in front of Lynn suddenly turned into a serpent-like light, and the warm breath re-enclosed the land, and the silver light like the sun began to spread around!

　　 Under the light of this kind of light, Hermione subconsciously let go of her arms holding her arms, and the corners of her mouth showed a warm smile unconsciously.

　　 These silver lights are a good medicine to get rid of the cold on Hermione, but to the dementors, they are like deadly spears piercing their chests!

　　 flew in the front, and the dementors closest to Lynn turned into a cloud of ashes under the silver light on the spot!

　　 Ear-piercing wailing sounded in all directions, those dementors who were a little farther away from Lynn were not so strongly affected by the silver light, but this might not be a good thing for them either.

　　 There was no instant death, but the pain that went deep into the soul kept tormenting them until they died.

　　 The patron saint curse had a significant effect, and Lynn did not stay in place and waited to die.

　　 He said solemnly to Hermione, "I must hold my hand tightly, I can't let it go anyway."

　　 Hermione's face recovered some blood, but her lips were still a fiasco. Hearing what Lynn said, she nodded vigorously, her left hand clasped tightly with Lynn's ten fingers.

　　 Lynn held the magic wand that was continuously shining with silver light in one hand, and took Hermione in the other hand and ran out in one direction.

　　 Dementors are a group of creatures that are neither human nor ghost. Normal spells, including dark magic such as death spells, have no effect on them. The only nemesis to deal with them is the Patronus Curse.

　　 In fact, no matter how many dementors there are, as long as Lynn summons his patron saint tree, these monsters will die no matter how many they come.

　　 But he didn't dare to bet the price after summoning the patron saint.

　　 This incident is obviously a premeditated plan by some organization. These overwhelming dementors look scary, but they are probably just the beginning.

　　 For real wizards, they have never regarded monsters like Dementors as their own.

　　 These things are like a bunch of dispensable consumables. When it is useful, some prisoners are put in jail as food and provided to them. When it is useless, they don’t care how much they will die.

　　Of course, dementors are not a good thing. They are a typical group of two or five boys with milk and mothers. As long as they eat and stay, they are the same as whoever listens to them.

　　 So these dementors are probably just a starter to consume his physical strength. When he is almost consumed, there will be a large number of wizards, and I don't know where to jump out to make a profit.

Lynn is not afraid of his physical strength being exhausted, his system is extremely high, and the corresponding magic blue bar is also quite high, even if he directly summons the patron saint, ten times in a row is just too much for him. It's just a matter of taking a breath.

　　 What he really worries about is the price of emotional stripping after summoning the patron saint!

　　 "Call the gods and call the guards!"

　　 Another huge silver bullet exploded at the tip of Lynn's wand! The silver light filaments continue to wreak havoc within a 10-meter radius around him!

　　 A stern wailing sounded, and his surroundings were constantly being cleared into a large blank space, and then new dementors continued to rush over.

These dementors don’t know what promises they have got, and they are still moving forward in the face of such a mortal charge, as if the soldiers in the Wushuang game are constantly coming up to deliver food, surging like a wave, constantly impacting those who are always moving towards a place. Lynn.

　　 Lynn has eaten several times in a row and won’t apparate the loss~lightnovelpub.net~ but he is sure that even if he has learned the apparition now, he can’t get out of here so easily.

　　 Those people must have applied anti-phantom shifting magic here, and it is estimated that the scope is not small.

He can only escape to one place now. Lynn doesn’t believe it. Now it’s almost the 21st century. A society with such a wide coverage of urbanization, as long as it’s not in places like the Amazon jungle and the Sahara Desert, it can’t be normal. Human residential area.

　　 As long as he finds the residential area, whether the wizards behind them dare to continue chasing him at the risk of breaking the secrecy law depends on their balance.

　　 And finding a place where people live also allows him to judge where they are now.

　　 Dementors are not really endless.

　　 Under Lin's time to use the patron saint curse, the dementors hovering in the sky are obviously sparse.

　　 But Hermione was being pulled by Lynn for running like this, her face flushed, she was panting hard, her strength was obviously almost exhausted.

　　 She doesn't have the perverted physique of Lynn, not to mention that she is only 15 years old now, let alone compared with Lynn, and far inferior to normal adults.

　　 Lynn pulled Hermione to a halt. He was another patron saint curse that exploded a vacuum area around him, and then protected Hermione behind him.

　　 "We won't run away."

　　 He raised the magic wand in his hand and aimed it at the leader of the dementor who was floating in the air and had been directing his men forward to death, but he still followed Lynn's watch.

　　 "I just stand here and don't move, to see if it's your subordinates who died first, or if my curse won't move first!"