The Fallen Gamer Ch 33 (Patreon)

Chapter 33:

I kicked open the doors and entered the lobby with Natasha and Fleur. The captured Death Eater was still slung over my shoulder. It was absolute pandemonium. The front of the bank had been completely destroyed. It was nothing but a smoldering pile of rubble. It looked like it had been hit by a missile—probably had been. You could see right beyond it into Diagon Alley. In the air above the alley were multiple Quinjets. They had ropes hanging off them with Shield agents descending to the ground en-masse. The alley was currently packed with hundreds of Death Eaters firing green spells at the agents who were returning fire with machine guns. It wasn’t hard to see who was going to win this fight. The Death Eaters were getting dropped rapidly.

Inside the bank, Iron Man was flying around close quarters, fighting Voldemort. The latter looked absolutely furious, and yet the dark wizard was struggling to fight back.

“Round two, snake face! This time I know your gimmicks,” Iron Man called out. I could see that he had swapped out his usual weapons for this fight. Instead of relying on his powerful but slow repulsors, he had small Gatling guns attached to his arms that were constantly locked onto Voldemort. The latter might have had incredibly powerful magic, but he was far from bulletproof. It was taking everything he had to keep his shield up under the never-ending hail of bullets. That was a magic practitioner's greatest weakness. They had power, but they severely lacked in speed and durability.

I nonchalantly tossed the Death Eater I was carrying to the floor while I told Natasha and Fleur to temporarily hide. I wanted to get in on this fight. I spread my wings and launched forward, forming a light spear in hand.

“Oy! Layla, watch out for the bullets!” Tony yelled as I swooped in close to Voldemort, who was still pinned down hiding under a magic shield.

A few of Tony’s rounds bounced off me, but I felt nothing. Having six wings made me a lot more durable. “Keep shooting, I'm bulletproof!” I called out to Tony as I simultaneously attempted to stab Voldemort through his shield. My lightspear slammed onto his magic shield! The shield, which was already under stress from constant machine gun fire, immediately started to crack.

I smirked as I saw a panicked look on Voldemort’s face. With my new enhanced strength, I pushed my spear forward hard, and it pierced through his cracked barrier. It continued forwards and stabbed the dark lord in his stomach. There was a sizzling noise as he shrieked in pain. He completely lost control of his shield spell at this point, and multiple bullets ripped into his body.

“GAH—Fumos!” Voldemort screamed in pain while simultaneously casting a spell at the ground. An explosion of smoke emerged from his position and quickly blocked out my vision of the man. I heard a gross squelch as he extracted himself from my spear though.

“Shit, Layla, I can't see him. The magical smoke is messing with my sensors,” Iron Man called out to me. I tried to sense Voldemort's magic signature, but that wasn't something I was well practiced with. All of the smoke was also laced with his magic, making it even harder. I took this temporary reprieve to regroup. I flew up and out of the smoke to where Iron Man was hovering off the ground.

“Hey, Tony,” I waved to Iron Man. “Thanks for coming. Also, smart move bringing the machine guns.”

“Hah! Of course. You saved my life, and I owe this bastard some payback. As for the machine guns, I noticed from rewatching the racetrack battle that magic shields are, unfortunately, rather good at blocking my repulsor blasts. They aren't, however, particularly good at blocking bullets.” He explained. I had to hand it to this man. Give him some time to properly prepare for the battle, and whoever he’s fighting will be screwed.

WHOOSH

The smoke was suddenly blown away, and standing by the entrance of the bank was Voldemort. He was bleeding profusely, and I could see the large gaping wound in his stomach. There was also another prominent feature on him I hadn't noticed before. There was a scar on Voldemort's pale cheek. It was from when my light spear had grazed him. Why hasn't it healed yet?

[An Angel’s light is extremely effective against demons and devils. And what is a demon but an immortal soulless monster? And what is Voldemort?]

Realization struck me at the system's words. ‘...He is an immortal soulless monster.”

[Correct. He has split his soul so many times now that there is less than 1% of his human soul remaining in his body. He is a demon at this point. A relatively fragile demon, but still.]

“And my light can purge demons!” I exclaimed out loud with a smirk on my face. I didn’t even have to bother hunting his Horcruxes to put him down. I could directly kill him if I landed a fatal blow.

“What’s that, Layla?” Tony asked me.

“I just had a realization,” I explained to him. “Voldemort is no longer human. He has turned himself into a demon. And with my angel's light, I can purge him!”

“Well, what are we waiting for then? Let’s finish him off!”

“Finish me off!?” Voldemort exclaimed in rage. Apparently, he had been listening in. “You might have bested me this day. You might have slaughtered a paltry few of my followers… but I will not be beaten so easily! The next time we face each other, I will kill you both!” Voldemort declared. It was only then that I realized the whole time he was speaking he had slowly been scooting himself backwards towards the destroyed bank entrance.

“Shit, he’s trying to get away,” Tony yelled as he raised his arms and opened fire on the dark lord's back. It was too late, though. Voldemort took a single step backward over the destroyed doorway, and he was no longer technically on Gringotts grounds. He immediately Apparated away and escaped.

Maybe it was because I finally properly kicked that guy's ass, but I was feeling cocky. “Let him run. We’ll get him next time. Besides, it’s going to be excruciatingly painful for him to purge the light damage from his body that my spear dealt him. He wasn’t even able to heal that shallow face wound, and it's been two days. We won’t be seeing him again for at least a month. In the meantime, SHIELD has taken control of Diagon Alley. We should make sure the Death Eaters can't take it back.” I spoke as Tony and I descended to the ground.

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