American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Generally speaking, the Ironclad Charm cannot defend against missile explosions, or even against overly powerful spells, such as the Killing Charm or other unforgivable spells. However, this is a different story with runes. The Ironclad Charm is a prime example of "great strength makes things fly," and with sufficient magic power, it can completely withstand some powerful attacks.

You see, Rune now needs to control his ever-growing magical power every moment, which is actually a bit like breathing. When you're not paying attention, your body breathes automatically; but if you are, then you need to manually control your breathing.

The only problem with the Ironclad Curse is that once the injected magic power exceeds a certain limit, the rate of increase in defensive power will decrease significantly.

Rune arrived on the bridge and said little, instantly killing all the marines present. They weren't wearing much tactical gear, so blood gushed out the moment their hearts were pierced. Soon, only one person remained alive on the bridge.

Karl shakily took out a black, cigarette-sized cylinder and gently pressed it down.

"Hmm?" Rune sensed it carefully. It was weaker than the magnetic field strength on the island, but not by much. Under this level of magnetic field strength, perhaps only professors who focused on practical application could cast spells smoothly in the entire Hogwarts. Not to mention the students, even some professors, such as Divination Professor Trelawney, couldn't cast spells in this environment.

Rune waved his hand, and the cylinder flew into his hand: "I never expected your technology to advance so quickly."

Colonel Karl's eyes were bloodshot, his pupils reflecting terror and helplessness. He removed his hat with his right hand and then clenched it tightly: "But... damn it, those pampered bookworms, all they know is that their stuff is unreliable..."

"No, don't doubt your scientists." Rune pressed the light bulb-like thing on top, and the magnetic field disappeared.

On another note, magnetic field generators actually existed in the past. After all, the principle behind them is simple: magnetism generates electricity, and electricity can naturally generate magnetism. But to be able to shrink them to the size of a cigarette while still ensuring a sufficiently strong magnetic field is truly revolutionary technology.

"Isn't this useless?" Carl took out a cigarette. "What's wrong with Dowell?"

"Who?" Rune asked.

Flames rose, and Karl took two puffs, the end of his cigarette glowing red: "That's the leader, the lieutenant general's son. Is he dead?"

Rune reached into his pocket and grabbed the human cube. With a flick of his wrist, the cube arced through the air and landed heavily on the table. The table trembled slightly, the cube bounced on the surface, slid a short distance, and finally came to a steady stop.

Look closely, and you'll see that the human Rubik's Cube is still twitching, clearly in pain from the recent slamming.

"He's right here, not dead, and in terms of health alone..." Rune picked up the magazine on the table, opened it, glanced at it, and threw it away. It was full of images of large-breasted, big-butt Western women posing seductively: "He's much healthier than you. By the way, it's not that this thing is useless, it's just that my own magic is strong enough."

However, Colonel Carl stared intently at the human Rubik's Cube, and soon his pupils began to contract sharply, the confusion in his eyes replaced by terror. His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat.

He looked at Rune, and with all his might, managed to squeeze out a few words: "Is this Dowell? This piece of meat?"

"Yes," Rune replied.

If a master of transfiguration were to do this, he would be both astonished and regretful. Astonished by the caster's absurdly powerful magic and control—this wasn't simply turning a person into an animal. Rune had directly used his ridiculously powerful magic and control to compress an entire person into a lump of flesh. If there had been even the slightest mistake, such as any part not shrinking proportionally, the spell would have failed instantly, and the person would have shattered into dust.

Even a master of transformation would lament the crudeness of this human transformation technique. Rune was also using transformation for the first time, and for the purpose of torture, so he was unwilling to go to extremes. However, he actually had many ideas about transformation in his mind, but he was destined not to be able to freely apply them to this person.

"Am I allowed to choose to die like my soldiers?" Karl asked.

Rune nodded, then added, "But there's a condition: have you tormented my people?"

Seeing that Karl was about to blurt out, Rune interrupted him: "You know I can see your memories, right?"

The colonel hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Now that you mention it, I'm a little confused... Hey, just look at my memory, I don't recall ever torturing those strange people in robes."

But he didn't know that just as he realized who the piece of flesh belonged to, Rune had already obtained the information in his mind. Karl had indeed never tortured any wizards, but he had once seen a beautiful witch and patted her buttocks; otherwise, he had basically followed the rules in transporting living wizards.

The next moment, a hand plunged directly into Karl's heart. Karl stared in astonishment at his chest; the jade-white hand had been pulled out, without a trace of blood on it.

"I thought I'd...die a little more...magically." He forced a smile, instinctively clutching his chest, his fingers gripping his clothes tightly, trying to ease the unbearable pain. However, the pain surged like a tidal wave, wave after wave, leaving him breathless.

His vision began to blur, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, gradually losing its color. The sounds around him also became distant and indistinct. His body was rapidly losing strength, his limbs became numb and heavy, and each breath felt like it was using up all his strength. Sweat poured incessantly from his forehead, cheeks, and back.

Soon, his consciousness began to cloud his mind, his thoughts scattered like feathers in the wind, impossible to focus. He thought of his family, his friends, and the wonderful times they had shared. But in his final moments, he felt a strange sense of peace; he found himself seemingly no longer needing to breathe. Carl slumped onto the table, lifeless.

So this is what death feels like. Aside from the initial pain, the subsequent experience is actually quite pleasant...

Rune stood up only after watching the man die. There were still hundreds of men waiting to be killed on that cruiser.