Regulus of Hogwarts: Lord of the Stars

Chapter 488 This was a complete stomp.

The signal exploded in the night sky, and a ball of red sparks burst into an umbrella shape a hundred meters overhead. Sparks streamed down the ribs of the umbrella, illuminating the entire western slope before dissipating.

Regulus tilted his head to look at the fading spark and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he started to increase his intensity, going from casual to serious without any transition.

The wand swing suddenly became more expansive, the wrist and entire arm drawing a large arc, the tip of the wand leaving a trail of afterimages.

The movement of the feet also kept up with the rhythm, and the side-shift spell was no longer just an occasional dodge.

He began to actively switch positions, his feet leaving a series of irregular imprints on the gravel. His body moved so fast among the core members that only light-colored shadows and intermittent flashes of incantations could be seen.

Thierry Garnier was the first to hit this upgrade line.

He had just stood up from beside the burning bushes, his hands pressing back to the ground, his fingertips not yet touching the soil, when Regulus's wand slashed diagonally in his direction, a shattering spell.

But unlike the one that blew up the mud swamp before, this beam of light was thinner, faster, and its color changed from white to a bluish-white.

Garnier's expression changed drastically. He suddenly exerted force with his calves and rolled to the side and back in a disheveled manner.

They dodged it, but not completely.

The incantation crashed to his feet, scattering rubble and dirt, the impact sending him sprawling onto his back.

Before he could even get up, Regulus's second spell had already arrived.

Garnier lay on the ground, gripping his wand tightly, and cast an armor spell. A semi-circular barrier, like an inverted bowl, enveloped him on the gravelly ground.

A massive explosion erupted, a beam of orange-red light trailing a long contrail. The air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound, and the temperature rose sharply where the trajectory passed. The dry grass on the ground curled up and scorched the moment it flew by.

The spell hit the side of the barrier.

explosion.

The shield shattered, and Garnier was thrown into the air again, somersaulting before crashing heavily to the ground ten meters away.

His right leg twisted at an impossible angle below the knee, and bone fragments pierced out of his trouser leg, with blood flowing down the gravel.

He lay on the ground, his mouth open, unable to make a sound except for the gurgling of his breathing. His fingers twitched on the gravel for a moment, then stopped moving.

Colette got up from the ground, her face still covered in mud.

She took a few steps back, pointed her wand at Regulus again, and the dark green light at the tip of the wand shone brightly once more. She opened her mouth and silently chanted a spell, and poisonous mist surged outward from the tip of the wand.

What had spread out in one area became a single, concentrated stream, like a dark green liquid rope, shooting straight toward Regulus's chest.

Regulus swung his wand forward, unleashing a devastating blast.

The orange-red orb of light collided with the dark green mist beam, and the flames and shockwaves exploded simultaneously. The mist beam was torn in two from the middle, and the corrosive mist rolled back to both sides, splashing onto the gravel slope with a hissing sound.

Colette staggered backward, her right hand holding the wand getting burned by the blast wave, the skin on the back of her hand instantly turning red and bubbling.

Before the flames of the Explosion Curse had even dissipated, the Cutting Curse had already followed.

A silver-white arc of light pierced through the tail flame, faster than any of the previous cutting spells.

Colette didn't have time to raise her shield or move her feet; she could only twist her upper body at an awkward angle.

The blade grazed her left forearm, tearing the sleeve of her robe and opening a gash in her skin. Blood gushed from the gash, trickling down her forearm and dripping onto the gravel.

She groaned, clutching her wound with her left hand, her wand still raised, its tip glowing.

Then came the Piercing Spell, a thin white line shooting from the tip of the staff, passing under her left arm where she was covering her wound, through her robe, and through the muscles on the outside of her thigh.

Colette's mouth opened, but no scream came out. Her legs went weak, and she knelt on one knee. Blood gushed from the piercing wound on her thigh, flowing down her knee and staining the ground with a small patch of dark red.

The young wizard Roman Fabre was already waving his wand when he caught a glimpse of Colette kneeling down, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He swung his wand wildly, unleashing three chain spells in quick succession, smashing them all out like a madman.

Three dark purple beams of light, trailing different arcs, flew toward Regulus from three directions. Each beam began to split during its flight, turning from three into nine, and the nine beams intertwined to form a purple net.

That wasn't all. At the same time, he pushed his left hand forward forcefully, compressing the air bullet to more than twice its previous size.

The solid projectile, compressed to its limit in the air, whistled as it passed through the gaps in the chain spell, moving faster than the chain spell itself, and arrived in front of Regulus almost the instant it was launched.

Regulus took a step to the left, turning his body to the side, letting the compressed air bullet graz his chest as it flew past.

A diamond-shaped shield simultaneously appeared around his body: above his left shoulder, on his right waist, and in front of his knees—three shields in total—blocking the first three splitting spells to arrive.

While the remaining six were still flying, he had already disappeared from his original position. The Sidestep Spell pulled him four or five meters to the right, and the moment his boots touched the gravel again, he swept his wand back.

Roman was raising his wand, preparing to continue casting the spell, when suddenly all his joints were locked—the Bone Locking Curse.

My arms are stuck in mid-air and I can't lower them, my knees can't bend, and even my jaw joint, which is already open, can't close.

He froze on the spot, then was thrown down by inertia, face down, and slammed into the ground with a thud.

In less than five breaths, the core combatants of the three core members all fell.

Luc began his operation at the same moment Regulus knocked down Roman.

He knew he couldn't win; he just wanted a single moment of direct confrontation.

His chain spell wasn't as fast as Roman's, but the angles were more tricky. Three dark purple beams shot out simultaneously from three angles: one towards the knee, one towards the left shoulder, and one towards the right rear, blocking any escape route.

There's also terrain manipulation; by simultaneously pressing down hard with his left hand, the rubble beneath Regulus's feet suddenly arches upward, and a whole rock being pushed upward from the ground threatens to lift him off the ground, disrupting his center of gravity.

At the same time, he made a gesture behind his back with his right hand, and two core members who were still able to move pressed down from both sides.

One used a shattering spell to anticipate and strike the top of the head, while the other used a polymorph spell to solidify the air into sharp spikes and stab downwards.

The four actions were completed almost simultaneously.

Luc Charbonnier has followed Delacroix for over a decade, fought dozens of tough battles, and survived in the French black market to this day because he knows a little bit of everything and can use anything.

His greatest skill is finding time gaps that others can't see in the chaos of battle, and now he has found them.

The boy had just shifted to the side and his center of gravity was not yet fully stable. There were rocks pushing him up from under his feet, and two other people were casting spells around him at the same time.

Regulus smiled as he watched the encircling attack.

This person is the core of the tactics. The arrangement is quite impressive: a pincer attack from the front and rear, disrupting the center of gravity with his feet, and two other people casting spells on the side at the same time.

If we replace them with someone more competent, this round should be over.

But it didn't work on him.

Regulus pointed his wand downwards, and a Transfiguration Charm struck the rock that was rising upwards.

Grayish-white veins seep into the rock from its surface, turning the rock from grayish-white to light gray and making it brittle.

Then, with a shattering spell, he blasted the brittle rock into fragments. Using his left foot as leverage, he shifted his body to the right, avoiding the impact of the explosion beneath his feet.

A diamond-shaped shield lit up simultaneously on the left side of the body and above the head, blocking the shattering spell on the left and the solid spikes on the head.

With a horizontal swing of his right wand, a cutting spell swept towards the wizard on his right who was casting a transfiguration spell. A silver light flashed across his forearm, and the wand and half of his sleeve fell to the ground together.

The man's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound as he clutched his severed arm and collapsed.

Regulus turned around and his gaze met Luke's.

With a slight lift of the wand, a shattering spell blasted straight at the target.

Luke activated his armor spell, and a white beam of light collided with the barrier and exploded. The impact pushed him back three or four meters, and the soles of his boots plowed two shallow furrows in the gravel.

Before he could even get his footing, the second explosive spell had already struck him.

Fine cracks radiated outwards from the center of the impact, and the barrier shattered with a deafening roar, turning into pale blue magical fragments that floated in the air for a few moments before dissipating.

The blast wave threw him into the air, his back slamming into the limestone. His chest was numb from the shock, and his ears were ringing.

His body slid down the slope as he tried to raise his wand. Just as the tip of the wand lit up, a silver-white blade of light sliced ​​through his right arm, cutting in from the middle of his forearm, through the muscles and bones, and out from the other side.

His right forearm was severed below the elbow, and half of his forearm, along with his wand, lay on the ground. Blood gushed from the cut, and a dark red mist of blood exploded in the night.

Luc looked down at the severed opening of his missing right arm, his expression shifting instantly from shock to excruciating pain.

He covered the severed wound with his left hand, blood gushing out from between his fingers, sliding down the limestone, and the color draining from his face rapidly.

Then he saw that Regulus wasn't looking at him, and his wand had turned in another direction.

The battlefield was reduced to a mess within minutes.

The sounds of incantations and flashes of light intertwined in the night, with orange-red explosions, silver-white piercings, and white-to-blue pulverization, creating a silent and invisible oppression.

And with each spell came the sounds of tearing, explosions, bones shattering, screams, flying rubble, burning bushes, rocks being blasted into pieces, and deep trenches being plowed into the ground.

Regulus's wand-waving posture was clean from beginning to end.

The wrist curve is beautiful, the movement is smooth, without any unnecessary build-up or pause; after each beautiful swing, someone falls down.

Delacroix could no longer hide. He stepped out from behind the rock, raising his wand in his right hand while his left hand was already on the leather pouch at his waist.

Since the start of the fight, he has been hiding behind the rocks, and even though most of his core team has been wiped out, he hasn't moved.

But Luc was different. Luc had been with him for over a decade. Rather than an employer-employee relationship, it was more like a partnership. Luc was another core member of their team besides him.

Now his right arm was gone, and the blood had stained the soil beneath him dark brown. He was a cripple, and the boy didn't even glance at him again.

Delacroix was forced to intervene.

A handful of dark gray dust was scattered from the skin, and with a flick of the wrist, it transformed into dozens of extremely fine threads of curse. These threads had no light and were invisible to the naked eye, leaving only burn marks on the objects they touched.

Delacroix simultaneously plunged his wand into the ground, and the ground beneath Regulus's feet suddenly collapsed as if its support had been removed.

Regulus's eyes lit up slightly as he watched the person emerge from the darkness.

The wand fell naturally, pointing to the ground beneath its feet. The collapsed ground solidified again, and the magic penetrated deep into the earth, transforming the soil into granite.

Grayish-white rocks spread outwards from underfoot, creating a hard foothold.

At this moment, the curse threads converged from all directions, the fine threads intertwining into a net that swept down from above and gathered from the left and right towards the center.

Delacroix consistently positioned himself close to the core members who were still able to move.

A wizard with a piercing curse nail in his leg was crawling forward on the ground. As Delacroix passed by him, he didn't stop walking, but shifted his body slightly so that the man's shoulder would block his left side.

Regulus's diamond-shaped shield appeared everywhere along the path where the silk threads converged, each one precisely wedged into the trajectory of a silk thread. The silk threads broke upon contact with the shield, turning into a small clump of grayish-white powder that drifted away.

He stepped forward simultaneously, flicked his wand, and a silver blade of light sliced ​​through from the left, severing the three threads that were still gathering behind him. A diamond-shaped shield spread out above his head, blocking the net that was swirling down from above.

In no time, Delacroix's entire offensive was broken.

Regulus looked up at the person opposite him and grinned.

The wand thrust forward, unleashing a devastating blast that hurtled head-on, its trajectory slow and straight, leaving a trail of flame in the night.

Delacroix dodged to the side, and the Explosive Spell slammed into a rock half a meter behind him, sending shards of rock flying that grazed his back, leaving several cuts.

He staggered, his left hand reaching into the pouch again. Before he could throw out the second handful of dust, another cutting spell grazed his left arm, leaving a bloody mark that stretched from his wrist to the middle of his forearm.

He took a breath, still holding the wand in his right hand, about to raise it to cast a spell.

At that moment, a Barrier Charm struck him from the side, causing him to fall backward, his back hitting a rock and his head bumping. He was still holding his wand, but the light at the tip of the wand had gone out.

Baruch clicked twice on Regulus's shoulder, and the spider tilted its head to the left.

In that direction, a core member was trying to crawl through the rubble to reach the wand that Luke had dropped, which was still attached to half of his arm.

Baruch stuck out his buttocks, shot out a handful of spider silk, stuck to the magic wand and pulled it back, landing it and the severed arm half a meter in front of the man.

He continued crawling forward, but before he could reach it, Baruch tugged at it again, and the wand slid out another half meter.

The man looked up at the spider, his expression a mixture of anger and despair.

"Alright."

Regulus reached out and patted Baruch's back armor.

Baruch retrieved the spider silk, leaving the wand in place. He raised the spider's head high, its chelicerae spread wide, and made a long series of clicking sounds.

Delacroix leaned back on the rock, struggling to keep himself from slipping, his elegant and composed demeanor long gone.

He looked around. His core members lay scattered across the ruins, few of them intact, and none of them able to stand up.

It's all over.

Everything was outside his plan, yet it all seemed to happen so naturally.

From the moment he decided to take on this deal, the outcome was already predetermined, though he himself was unaware of it.

Then he saw the spider pulling at Luke's severed arm with its silk, teasing his subordinate as if it were teasing a goblin.

Delacroix's temple throbbed violently.