In the past, Vid had also wondered whether Muggle weapons could directly kill wizards with top-tier magical abilities like Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Grindelwald.
No matter how strong a wizard is, they have the weakness of high offense but low defense.
Take Professor McGonagall, for example, who was highly skilled in Magic and mastered Transfiguration Technique, eventually becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts, yet she was almost taken down by four Stunning Spells.
And those three, no matter how powerful they once were or how many formidable spells they mastered, ultimately all died from the Killing Curse.
Especially Voldemort, who died twice—and both tis from his own Killing Curse being rebounded.
Originally, according to Vid’s assumption, high-intensity modern weapon coverage would force the target out of a calm mindset to use Apparition, making them likely to kill these wizards standing atop the pyramid.
But he didn’t expect that the first ti he saw the imagined firepower coverage, it would co from Grindelwald’s hand.
The walls were leveled to the ground, beautiful tall buildings were blasted into ruins, and the dense crowds vanished quickly in the fire and explosions, even the tanks hiding behind buildings and a missile launcher were destroyed.
Countless lives dissolved quickly like dew under the scorching sun, but perhaps because he didn’t directly see corpses and blood, Vid didn’t find this scene bloody or brutal, only feeling it was astoundingly magnificent.
How is this different from a small-scale drone firepower sweep?
He didn’t know if anyone could survive such a level of attack—unless they had beforehand hidden in a sturdy basent.
Upon hearing Grindelwald’s comnts about Muggle weapons, Vid was silent for a while but couldn’t resist curiously asking, "Have so many paper airplanes been prepared from a long ti ago?"
This isn’t sothing you can simply fold and call it done; paper airplanes can carry weights far exceeding natural buoyancy, so even skillfully dodging bullets, undoubtedly using Alchemy Technique.
Even if it’s simple, not everyone can master it.
And if this scene were "ten years sharpening a sword, one sword astonishes the world," then it wouldn’t be too bad—Witch Pure Party had only so many Alchemy apprentices doing the hard labor, these airplanes would’ve taken them a long ti to craft, and they were all single-use expendables, lacking recyclability.
But Grindelwald’s lips held a slight smile as he countered, "Vid, if Muggles were to mass-produce identical items, how would they do it?"
Vid hesitated for a mont, then said, "Assembly line work?"
Aslan Magic Workshop had adopted this thod, allowing them to manufacture enough products each ti, quickly occupying the market, always promoting new releases to wizards worldwide.
Grindelwald nodded and said, "The sa goes for us, these delightful little fellows don’t take as much ti as you think to make."
—— What is assembly line work?
Delaine wondered inwardly but didn’t ask out loud, instead noting the term quietly, intending to look it up later.
He ca from a typical Pure-Blood family, and although he always hoped wizards could rule Muggles, he disdained truly understanding the other group.
But now, seeing the people he admired learning Muggle knowledge, and how paper airplanes, originally only for ssaging, could create such a terrifying scene when equipped with Muggle weapons, he finally secretly changed his view.
Grindelwald suddenly chuckled, saying, "Looks like those rats couldn’t hide anymore... Gunter, go deal with them!"
After exhausting the paper airplanes, those who had hidden finally erged—black vehicles erged from underground, roaring to encircle the wizards from both sides, cylinder-shaped barrels extending from the car bodies, emitting a low humming sound faintly.
Delaine’s gaze beca sharp instantly, issuing orders while pressing his left ear, Apparating to the front in the blink of an eye, facing those iron beasts, raising his Magic Wand.
Vid noticed that the Witch Pure Party mbers were almost all equipped with Communication Peas, swiftly splitting apart, targeting corresponding opponents.
"Bang!"
The barrel on the car emitted a loud noise, a large amount of Gold Powder sprayed out, shining bright against the firelight.
The wizards’ Xyvantys Bell emitted a faint glow in sync, gently shaking.
Vid was watching the battle when suddenly the person beside him asked, "Have you learned Fire Shield Protection?"
He turned abruptly, looking at Grindelwald.
Although he had long guessed the reason the Magic Book appeared on the shelf, Grindelwald asking so frankly still surprised Vid.
He hesitated for a mont and eventually decided to seize the opportunity, saying, "...Actually, there are still a few parts I’m unclear about."
"Hmm, tell ?" Grindelwald said with a calm tone.
Not far away at the battlefield, Gold Powder seed to turn into small tornadoes, continuously drilling into the bells hanging from nurous wizards’ waist.
Except for a few unlucky ones accidentally inhaling the Gold Powder and collapsing, most weren’t affected, launching spells while walking toward the enemy.
—— It’s not that wizards don’t want to run; it’s that walking quickly ensures spell accuracy.
So vehicles were flipped over by rapidly expanding stones, so fell into newly appeared swamps while speeding, and so drivers suddenly under Confundus Charm control crashed their cars into other vehicles.
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