Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 325 The blood of mortal kings must end with the sword.

Tiera roared and swung "Mad Walker" at Berlogron—

Before smashing it down, Tiera released another layer of Narct Wall, enveloping the head of the Mad Walker's staff in a small ball of light, which then slammed into the head of Berlog's dragon.

"Awooo—" After letting out a mournful cry, the Berlog Dragon lost its balance, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

Immediately following her victory, Tiera pressed her advantage, stepping on Berlogron's chest, braving the raging flames, gripping her staff with both hands, and slamming it down again—

"Bam—"

A loud bang came from the dragon's chest, followed by a bloodcurdling roar from the mouth of the Berlog dragon.

Clearly, Tiera's attack had just caused some damage to Berlogron.

After striking with her hammer, Tiera immediately jumped away.

Almost instantly, the dragon's claw, still burning with flames, slammed down from above onto the spot where Tiera had just been standing.

"Ow—"

Berlog roared, bracing itself with its other claw and flapping its wings to propel itself to its feet. Then, crouching low on all fours, it glared menacingly at Tiera.

Clearly, Berlogron's brilliant mind had grasped the situation in just a short moment.

Although it couldn't understand why such a small four-clawed monkey possessed such great strength, that didn't stop it from choosing the strategy most advantageous to itself—

They put on all fours, abandoning their agile standing posture and instead adopting a more stable prone position.

In fact, if it weren't for the chain on his right hind leg, Berlogron would definitely have chosen to fly directly into the air instead of lying on the ground and fighting what he saw as a four-clawed monkey.

After lying on the ground, the Berlog Dragon first breathed a mouthful of dragonfire at Tiera, while its long, slender tail swept towards Tiera from the right—

You shall not pass!

Tiera, unfazed by any eventuality, roared once more and slammed the "Mad Walker" shield into the ground—

The white light shone again, transforming into a giant sphere of light that enveloped Tiera.

The flames of the Berlog Dragon were blocked by the white light, and even the Berlog Dragon's long, thin tail had no effect on the Wall of Nakt.

"Ouch————"

Berlog Dragon felt a numbness in its tail and let out a miserable "Awooo".

At this moment, Tiera also moved, holding up the "Mad Walker" in her hand, maintaining the Nakt Wall, and rushing forward at high speed!

Encased in the Wall of Nakt, Tiera crashed down on Berlogron like a boulder—

"Awooo—" Berlogron was stunned by the impact and stumbled backward a few steps before tripping over the iron chain on its right hind leg.

With a "thud," Berlogron fell to the ground once again.

So you see, mages don't need to be so fancy. Just cast Flash and then max out Strength and Speed.

Gandalf exclaimed, "You're an expert!" (JPG)
"Awoo—" Berlog Dragon quickly rolled over, and flames began to roll all over his body. More and more flames spewed out from the gaps in his scales, and the color of the flames became more and more dazzling, quickly turning into bright orange flames.

"Oh no!" Newtscamander shouted, "Quick! Stop the game! It's angry!"

Upon hearing Newt's words, Professor McGonagall's expression hardened, and she drew her wand and stood up.

“Dumbledore…” Nicholas Flamel, the crystal ball man sitting beside him, extended his alchemical arm and said solemnly, “The fire element content in the air has exceeded 180 Flamel values…”

Upon hearing Nick Lemaire's words, even Dumbledore's expression turned serious, his eyes fixed intently on the center of the field—

The Berlog Dragon resembles a burning sun, its scales bristling.

It suddenly stood up and kicked off with its right leg—

The poor iron chain emitted a grotesque, distorted sound.

Berlogron kicked his leg again—

The iron chain broke under the high temperature and immense force.

"Awooo—" Berlogo roared to the sky as it broke free of its chains.

The scorching air expanded outwards like a storm, resembling a burning hurricane. Even those sitting in the stands could feel the heatwave that seemed to scorch their skin.

"Run! Tyella! Run! Run!" Hermione shouted anxiously from the stands, not caring whether Tyella could hear her or her own throat parched by the heat, she kept shouting and pounding on the railings of the stands.

"A battle between kings can only end in bloodshed!" Tierra shouted excitedly, her teenage angst kicking in. Hermione: ???
Dumbledore: ? ? ?
Nicholas Lemaître: ? ? ?
Heather Romanoff, seated in Durmstrang's seat, chuckled softly and said, "Heh, no wonder you're my rival!"

Mrs. Rosie, sitting next to Hathaway: ? ? ?

What kind of nonsense is going through your brain?
Tierra thrust the "Mad Walker" into the rocky ground in front of him—

"The Mad Walker" plunged into the rocky ground as easily as cutting tofu. Tiera released her grip on "The Mad Walker" and spread her arms to the sides.

The Mad Walker stood on the ground, continuing to maintain the Nakt Wall.

"Acio!" Tierra roared, "The Swiss Army knife is coming!"

With Tiera's roar, a bronze box taller than a person flew in from outside the arena, heading straight for Tiera—

"Hahahaha!" Tiera laughed, "All royal blood must—"

"Boom-"

The bronze box slammed against the walls of Nactut.

"Boom"

"Boom..."

The bronze box bounced a few more times against the Nakt Wall, and then—

"Bang!"

The bronze box fell directly to the ground.

Tierra: ...

Oh dear, I was having so much fun that I forgot to remove the Nactus Wall.

Tierra could only pat the "Crazy Walker" on the shoulder.

The Nakt Wall, composed of white light, disappeared, and flames once again engulfed Tiera.

Another gasp came from the audience.

But soon, Tiera came out—

He was holding that bronze box.

Tierra strolled out of the flames with an air of nonchalance, as if the flames had no effect on him whatsoever.

“This…” Dumbledore adjusted his crescent-shaped spectacles, leaned forward, and carefully examined Tyella in the center of the arena—

“How is this possible?” Newtscamander, standing behind him, said incredulously. “How can this warrior not be afraid of Berlogron’s flames?”

"Yes, what is he anyway? How can he not be afraid of such high-temperature flames?" Dumbledore stroked his beard in confusion.

"This isn't ordinary fire, it's dragon's breath!" said Nicholas Lemay, the crystal ball figure beside him. "Why isn't he afraid of dragon's breath?"

Tierra: Heh...

Tiera, emerging from the flames, shook her sleeves, slightly concealing the tentacles that had emerged from her body.

Tiera is currently using a "parasite" body—

Only a fool would actually step onto the field in such a dangerous match.

Tiera, who emerged from the flames, was immediately engulfed in flames again as the Berlog Dragon charged in.

Seeing the white light surrounding Tiera, which had been protecting it from attacks, disappear, Berlogron seized the opportunity and swung its claw, intending to smash the tiny four-clawed monkey into mincemeat, but—

"The blood of any king will end with the sword!"

Tiera's voice came from the flames.

This phrase is like a voice-activated switch, "swish—swish—swish—swish—swish—swish—swish—"

Seven metallic scraping sounds rang out, followed by seven golden beams of varying sizes flying out from the bronze box summoned by Tiera with the Summoning Charm, slashing like meteors toward Berlog Dragon's head, limbs, and wings.

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