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Chapter 302, Section 299: Armor Break!

The moment Lynn jumped onto the basilisk's head, Fontana sensed something was wrong.

She immediately pulled a bottle of silvery-white potion from her pocket and poured it all over the basilisk without hesitation.

Lynn clung to the edge of the basilisk's armor around its eye sockets with one hand to steady himself and prevent himself from being thrown off. At the same time, he pointed his finger at the two exposed eyeballs that Fox had pecked out of the armor and chanted a spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light gathered at Lynn's fingertips, and just as the dazzling beam of deathly light was about to be shot out, the armor he was holding with his other hand suddenly grew wildly as if it had been treated with gold, and in the blink of an eye it completely covered the basilisk's pair of blind but exposed eyes!

The Killing Curse struck the growing armor but not its flesh, so it had no effect.

Lynn was annoyed at missing this opportunity. His hand, which had been gripping the edge of the armor, was now encased in the newly grown armor. Lynn tried to pull his hand out, but couldn't for a moment.

If you can't pull it out, don't pull it out yet.

As he thought this, he pointed the fingers of his other hand at Fontana, who was only five meters away from him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light shot out from his fingertips once more, but the basilisk's body instantly shifted, changing Fontana's position and causing Lynn's killing curse to miss its effect again.

At the same time, the basilisk was frantically shaking its head, trying to knock Lynn, who was standing on its head, unconscious.

Lynn naturally wouldn't let it go his way. With one hand fused into the armor, he clenched his other hand into a fist and slammed it down on the newly grown piece of armor with all his might!

"boom!"

A deafening roar, no less powerful than an explosion curse, rang out, and the basilisk's entire upper body suddenly lurched downwards, almost crushing its entire body to the ground!

This seemed to stun the basilisk, making it sluggish and unresponsive for a moment.

Lynn did not get the result he wanted after he threw the punch. The spot where he punched was dented, but the armor was not damaged and the flesh of the basilisk was not exposed.

Moreover, the force of the recoil was considerable; his entire right arm was numb from the shock.

The basilisk's armor was too sturdy; his fists alone couldn't penetrate it. Only a sharp weapon could pierce through it.

But now that Gryffindor's sword is stuck in the basilisk's jaw and Lynn's arm can't be pulled out of his armor, he can't get off the basilisk's head, so he has to think of another way.

While the basilisk was still confused, Lynn reached into his pocket with his still-free hand and rummaged for his magic bag.

He didn't need to find a weapon as sharp as Gryffindor's sword; anything with a point would do.

Meanwhile, Fontana was not idle either. She was urgently speaking to the basilisk in parsnip, as if ordering it to do something, but the basilisk still hadn't recovered.

Lynn rummaged in his pockets for a long time but couldn't find anything suitable. The knight's sword that Old John had bought for him earlier couldn't fit in his pocket at all, so he couldn't carry it with him all the time.

Besides, he's a proper wizard. He can usually beat people up with a light-up spell and a punch, so he doesn't need to use any melee weapons.

Just as Lynn was about to give up and try to figure out how to get his hand out of the armor, get Gryffindor's sword, and return to the basilisk's head, he suddenly touched a book.

This book has a noticeably different texture from the other magic books in my pocket; it's rough and old.

After a moment's thought, he remembered what the book was.

There seems to be a metal rod inside that barely meets the requirements?

With this idea in mind, Lynn no longer hesitated. He took the ancient magic book out of his pocket, spread it out on the basilisk's armor, and pulled out the metal rod known as the "scepter" from the crevice.

At this moment, the basilisk finally regained its senses after being hit by Lynn's punch.

Upon hearing Fontana's command, it suddenly straightened its forebody and then slammed its head down towards the ground!

Lynn gripped the scepter tightly in one hand and raised it high, aiming it at the dent he had just punched.

The basilisk's head dragged Lynn's body downwards. He didn't have time to figure out how to pull his hands out of his armor. He could only hope that he could withstand the blow, and that the scepter was sturdy enough!

"Boom!"

"Buzz!"

As the basilisk slammed Lynn's head into the ground, Lynn also plunged the scepter into the basilisk's armor.

However, the metallic vibrations were clearly not as intense as the roar of the earth splitting open.

So, apart from Lynn himself, neither the basilisk nor Fontana knew what he had taken and was preparing to pierce the basilisk's armor.

If we simply compare strength, the basilisk is actually much stronger than Lynn.

However, its large size is both an advantage and a significant disadvantage. This means that despite its brute strength, it is unable to hit the agile Lynn, rendering its power ineffective against him.

But now, Lynn took a real hit to the ground.

The basilisk shook its head and pulled its snake head out of the ground again. Protected by its armor, it suffered no other harm except for some tremors.

Lynn was in a rather disheveled state. Although he had withstood the blow, his robes were torn to shreds by the shattered stone fragments, and his wings had retracted behind him in time to avoid any damage. He appeared to be unharmed from the outside, but his internal organs were clearly in trouble.

He swallowed the metallic taste rising in his throat, and with a slight tremor in his right hand, he grasped the scepter and pulled it from the basilisk's armor.

The tip of the scepter was blunt, so Lynn's attack failed to pierce the basilisk's armor. It only penetrated two-thirds of the armor's thickness. To achieve his goal, he would have to try again!

So, just as the basilisk straightened its body to prepare to repeat the same trick, Lynn once again raised the scepter high in his hand.

As if by unspoken agreement, they reenacted the scene from just moments ago!

Lynn couldn't hold it in this time, and blood gushed from his throat as if it were free.

At the same time, the scepter he held in his hand finally pierced the basilisk's armor as he had wished!

(End of this chapter)