Although the summoned beast had only been born for less than a minute, it had already encountered a tragic fate, it would never be able to call itself "this baby" ever again.
It was a sad story, but Allen didn't feel the slightest bit of sympathy for it.
Sure, the creature's gait could be described as awkward, ugly, even clumsy, but none of those words mattered in the face of the overwhelming pressure from its nearly eight-meter-tall frame. Any intimidation those vines might have posed upon being summoned, each only about half a meter tall, vanished the moment they faced that towering monster. The seemingly tough vines snapped like bean sprouts, and the seed projectiles, which packed the force of a bullet, only splattered a few drops of muddy water upon impact.
Just from that alone, Allen had zero interest in fighting it head-on. One look at those massive arms told him everything he needed to know, if it landed a blow, a normal person would be crushed to dust. As for him… well, thanks to Garen's enhanced physique, he might survive looking nearly intact. Almost lifelike, in fact. But still dead.
Letting the beast roam free wasn't an option, but just as Allen was about to concentrate his magic and strike it down, Annie tugged on his sleeve.
"Brother, can you trap that big guy for a moment?" Annie asked quickly and in a low voice.
Trapping it wasn't a huge problem. Even while fending off Voldemort's distant attacks, maintaining the defensive formation, and feeding magic into the teleportation spell, Allen still had enough bandwidth for a basic offensive spell. But if he were to go all-in on dealing with the summoned beast, he'd have to stop maintaining the defensive array entirely. The array wouldn't collapse instantly, but any hope of repairing or reinforcing it would be gone, and that was not ideal.
So, Allen quickly fired a dark magic orb from his wand, an ominous sphere that radiated the stench of decay from the moment it appeared. This was black magic in its purest form, the kind of spell Allen would never normally use. But now? No one was watching.
Fallen Angel: Morgana's Dark Binding, the strongest control-type spell among the regular mana-cost abilities Allen currently possesses.
Its only flaw? It was painfully slow, and visually screamed black magic from a mile away.
But with a target as massive as that summoned beast, missing it would be almost impossible. If he did miss… well, maybe it was time to consider a promising new career as a melee mage.
And so, the eerie, slow-moving orb drifted toward the absurdly large beast.
In the next moment, under Voldemort's surprised gaze, the massive giant he had summoned was caught directly by the little orb. The dark sphere expanded into a huge, nearly transparent dome that completely sealed the creature within.
Of course, the beast didn't just sit there waiting to die. It thrashed wildly inside the black crystal-like barrier, ramming it again and again with heavy thuds. Mud and water flew in all directions from the impact, and for a moment, it really looked like the dome might shatter from the sheer force of the beast's struggles, but it didn't.
If they were trying to kill the creature, Allen would've dumped every spell he had into it without hesitation. But they weren't. As terrifying as the giant looked, it was still just a summoned creature. Voldemort could easily summon another. Even with the Goddess's Tear boosting him, Allen didn't dare enter a mana battle of attrition against Voldemort, who was pushing seventy years old.
Even discounting the eleven years Voldemort had lost due to Harry's sacrifice, and even though this version wasn't his true body but rather a restored form due to a mishap with a Horcrux, Voldemort's magical reserves completely dwarfed Allen's.
As Allen refocused on defense and blocked a few more of Voldemort's probing attacks, trying to free his summoned beast, a sharp sound like an air explosion suddenly tore through the battlefield.
And then something heavy collapsed against him.
Allen barely managed to steady the half-collapsing figure that had suddenly leaned on him, Annie.
While shielding her with one hand, he used the other to reflexively block another spell from Voldemort. As he glanced toward the commotion, he saw a massive shadow plummet from the sky.
It was like a meteor crashing to earth, surrounded by a fiery aftershock, the figure slammed down hard into the battlefield, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust.
When the smoke cleared, the scene was straight out of a godly clash.
The giant that had just moments ago been roaring in fury was now sprawled flat on the ground. And sitting atop its chest was a massive bear, over five meters tall.
With a resounding roar, the bear raised a flaming paw and slammed it down on the giant's chest again. This wasn't just brute strength either, Tibbers was wrapped in flames, burning fiercely as he pummeled the fallen beast. The latest strike had flames that blazed so hot they glowed bluish-green.
Annie had clearly used up all her mana to summon a fully-powered Tibbers, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Tibbers wouldn't die. At worst, he'd just revert back into a plush bear and retreat to recover. In a way… it was like they'd gained an indestructible tank.
What they didn't know was that someone had already factored Tibbers into their plan. Not that it mattered now, Tibbers couldn't react in time even if he knew.
Because finally, he appeared.
The moment Tibbers flattened the summoned beast into a puddle of mud with that last fiery strike, Voldemort could no longer sit back and watch.
He moved.
It was classic villain behavior, though, in this case, not quite in character for this villain.
After all, the big boss should only appear at the end, right? But Voldemort? He had no problem showing up after his first summoned creature got smacked down.
No one knew why he waited until now to take action, but one thing was clear, it was bad news.
If he had waited just thirty more seconds, it would've been perfect, the teleportation circle would've fully activated by then.
But unfortunately, he didn't wait.
Now that the summoned beast was defeated, Voldemort made his move. Wizards might be long-range casters, but up close, their attacks were still dangerously deadly, and their accuracy shot way up.
In less than ten seconds, the terrifyingly powerful Tibbers fell like a collapsing mountain, reverting into his plush bear form and landing weakly in Annie's arms. And this was with Allen constantly harassing Voldemort to buy time.
Twenty seconds left.
Standing before them was the most powerful dark wizard in history.
How were they supposed to fight him?
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