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Chapter 479 Offensive

The Imperial Palace, which covers an area of ​​23000 square meters, has been turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The raging fire licked at the palace walls, gradually engulfing this building that symbolized the majesty of the Japanese imperial family.

The flames crackled and popped, as if cheering for this destructive feast.

None of the Japanese imperial family members, servants, or guards living inside escaped.

Wizards used magic to extract their souls from their bodies.

"Hehehe~~"

The dark wizards let out a strange laugh, filled with madness and glee.

Today is the most joyful day of their lives.

Even in Grindelwald's time, they could not use magic so openly and without restraint in front of Muggles, and freely vent their power.

At this moment, they broke free from all constraints and fully enjoyed the pleasure of doing whatever they wanted.

"What happened?"

The Emperor, supported by his attendants, stumbled and staggered through the tunnel at a rapid pace.

His feet moved erratically, his shoes screeching on the rough ground.

His face was ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his voice trembled violently, filled with barely concealed terror.

The tunnel was filled with a damp, rotten smell, and the torches on the walls flickered, casting their distorted shadows all around, making it look particularly eerie.

"His Majesty the Emperor is an invader."

The servant was panting heavily, his voice filled with fear and unease.

His chest heaved violently, one hand gripping the Emperor's arm tightly, the other wiping the sweat from his forehead, trying to maintain a respectful posture, but he couldn't suppress the trembling in his voice.

"Intruders? What a loss of composure!"

The Emperor's eyes widened, his face a mixture of disbelief, anger, and shock.

He received the highest level of education under the imperial power from a young age.

Even during the chaotic Warring States period in Japan, no one dared to trespass into the Emperor's residence.

How could he accept that this sacred and inviolable place was being trampled upon at will?

"Who is the culprit!"

He roared hysterically, his voice echoing through the tunnel, the shrill sound seeming to shatter the oppressive space.

Faced with the Emperor's questioning, the attendant trembled, slowly lowered his head, and whispered, "It's a wizard from overseas."

His body trembled slightly, and he dared not look the Emperor in the eye.

"Damn it, where's the High Priest?"

The Emperor clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and roared angrily.

At this moment, he placed all his hopes on the high priest, hoping that he could bring a glimmer of hope and save him from this terrible crisis.

"The high priest is at the shrine."

The servant answered cautiously, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness.

The high priest was far away at the shrine and could not come in time to protect the emperor; they could only rely on themselves at this moment.

"Damn it, the most important thing right now is to protect me."

The Emperor was so angry that his face turned red, and he started cursing loudly.

However, his anger and accusations seemed so powerless in the face of this chaotic situation.

He felt his world crumbling, his supreme imperial power becoming so fragile under the invasion of these mysterious wizards.

boom!

boom!

A violent explosion came from the ground, the dull sound like a heavy hammer, pounding the tunnel again and again.

Dust began to fall from the tunnel walls, and the stones overhead seemed about to collapse.

The Emperor was so startled by the violent tremor that he nearly fell to the ground.

The explosions grew closer, like a countdown to death, each sound announcing the approaching danger.

"Quick, let's go!"

The Emperor screamed in terror, hurriedly quickened his pace, and nearly stumbled and fell.

The servant quickly helped him up, and the two of them desperately fled through the dark tunnel.

Their breathing was rapid and heavy, and their footsteps echoed in the tunnel, as if they were the echoes of their frantic heartbeats.

Meanwhile, Lucius Malfoy and several powerful dark wizards had arrived at the door of the escape tunnel.

He exchanged a glance with the dark wizard beside him.

They stood still, chanting incantations, their wands slowly spinning in their hands.

As the incantation was recited.

A series of creaking sounds were heard as the door slowly opened, the metallic scraping sound particularly jarring in the silent space.

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"My lord commands that this world has no need for an emperor."

Lucius's voice was cold and firm, as if he were reading a death sentence.

His voice echoed through the corridor, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The dark wizards transformed into black smoke and rushed towards the passage.

In Japan, shamans have long been hidden within the religious system of society. Most of them serve as priests in shrines or as abbots in temples, using their magical powers to maintain the mysterious atmosphere of religious sites.

At the same time, it secretly protects the hidden order of the Japanese magic world.

However, today all the shrines and temples in Tokyo are doomed, suffering an unprecedented and fierce attack.

The Yasukuni Shrine, a building that bears witness to the heinous history of Japanese militarism, was undoubtedly an excellent target in Wes's eyes.

It's like a rotten tumor that must be destroyed.

The leading wizard stood above the shrine, surrounded by a black aura of magic that churned and leaped like burning dark flames.

He slowly waved his wand, and a burst of intense black light instantly emanated from the tip of the wand. The light rapidly expanded and condensed into a huge black flame.

This black flame seemed to have a life of its own, like a ferocious beast, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at the Yasukuni Shrine.

Wherever it goes, the air is instantly ignited, crackling and popping, and the surrounding space seems to be distorted and deformed by the terrifying high temperature.

In an instant, the Yasukuni Shrine was engulfed in flames.

The shrine's wooden structure burst into flames under the intense heat, crackling and popping as if it were the dying lament of this sinful building.

Flames licked at every corner of the shrine, turning the plaques and statues that bore the marks of militarism to ashes.

The priests inside the shrine were terrified by this sudden turn of events. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with fear and despair, and they fled frantically in all directions.

However, the wizards were not about to let them off so easily.

A series of magical curses followed closely, shooting from the tips of the wizards' wands, carrying the aura of death, and accurately striking down the priests one by one.

Some priests, after being struck by the curse, instantly froze, their faces still bearing expressions of terror, before collapsing straight to the ground.

Some priests were shrouded in black smoke, emitting painful screams within it before falling silent.

The high priest was not spared either. He tried his best to cast spells to resist the wizards' attacks, but his resistance seemed so insignificant.

Ultimately, his soul was extracted by the wizards.

The High Priest's soul twisted and struggled in mid-air, emitting a shrill scream, a sound that seemed to be a protest against his fate.

But all of this was in vain. With a flash of black light, his soul gradually dissipated, leaving only a desolate Yasukuni Shrine, which slowly turned into ruins in the raging fire.

(End of this chapter)