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Qi Yun set a limit of only one question that each person could ask, since information is a very valuable thing, and it's not something that can be sold off like it's free.

Tony could sense that if he joined, he would go from being the boss to an employee.

However, being a wage earner is better than being dead. Moreover, if the information from the God Space is true, he still has a chance to bring his deceased relatives back to his side.

“I’ll join!” Tony said resolutely.

The moment the words left his mouth, the information in Tony's brain exploded, turning into points of light that entered Tony's body.

"Tony! Tony! Are you alright?!" Ethan kept calling out, and if Tony didn't answer soon, he might call for help.

“It’s alright.” Tony smiled and looked at Ethan. “Trust me, we’ll be out of here soon.”

"I know, but you have to protect yourself first. If you fall, we'll all be dead when we get out," Ethan said with concern.

Chapter 354 The entire Northwest region was in complete chaos

"Shen Du, how is the situation?" Basha emerged from the giant wave, the water swirling into her body.

The Holy Lord shook his head. "No, the werewolf virus cannot survive in this environment. It seems that Mephisto and the others have already arranged countermeasures."

Ximu: "Isn't this expected? Let's continue. Our first priority is not to spread the virus, but to force Mephisto back."

Just then, a wave spread out, and the Queen of Blades' hair stood on end. She immediately adjusted her body to a position suitable for attack, her twin swords slightly lowered, aimed at the distance.

"It seems they don't want us to achieve our goal so easily." The Holy Lord looked up into the distance, a faint flame flickering on the dragon's head.

With the death of the Balor Flame Demon Lord, the current battlefield is essentially over. The fall of a high-level combatant means the end of everything in this level of combat.

However, only the lord of this region died. In other territories, there is at least one sub-legendary lord, and they have already started to move.

Such a unified action must be orchestrated by someone behind the scenes. It could be Mephisto or the governor of this region, given that this is a sensitive area that always attracts a lot of attention.

Holy Lord: "Ximu!"

"Received!" Ximu spread his wings, and before the afterimage left by the cause had dissipated, he had already completed a round trip. He slowly opened his right hand, and twelve talismans floated up.

The Holy Lord stretched out his right hand and scooped up all the talismans. The restrictions that the Human Alliance had placed on the outer shell dissipated, and all the talismans merged into the Holy Lord's body.

A huge burp came out, and as the power surged in, the Holy Lord's size grew larger and larger, and the size of his complete form was almost half again as large as his normal form.

The shimmering light of the talisman flowed across the surface of the Holy Lord's body. He hadn't experienced this state in a long time; the feeling of being filled with power was simply wonderful.

A demonic dragon has descended upon the world! A hell of dragon flames!

The Holy Lord roared to the sky, and the phantom of an evil dragon stretched out behind him, as if it were directly supporting the sky. After the phantom had fully grown, a mouthful of dragon fire spewed out from its mouth, washing away the land beneath their feet like rain.

One by one, the fire demons howled and died in the face of this strange fire power. With a single strike, the entire organized fire demon army that was still resisting was wiped out.

As for the demons who scattered and fled when they saw the situation was not right, the Holy Lord and his companions did not have the time to catch them.

There are too many of them. It would be too much work to capture them one by one if they didn't resist. Let's just leave them there and let the Zerg that have burrowed underground hunt them down one by one.

This roar from the Holy Lord heralded a new great upheaval in Hell.

To prevent this from falling through, after giving the signal, the demons, including Zhoulan, pretended to be "passersby" and led their armies to launch an attack from their own territory.

In an instant, the gravity collapsed at the edge of the empty area, the wind howled, and the mountains collapsed, making it look like the end of the world had arrived.

These "passersby" disguised as their own people did not arouse much suspicion from the demons opposing Mephisto. After all, that's how Hell is; no one knows which of the many fuses scattered throughout the dimensions will suddenly ignite.

Do you remember the time before last, the great riot in Hell before Shendu and the other demons entered Hell? It was because two lesser demons didn't like each other and started fighting. But even though they fought, they couldn't kill either of them for a long time.

This attracted many devils who were ready to fish for the fish, while these devils were seen as excellent clams by another group. This cycle continued, and the scene went from one-on-one fights between thugs to a bloody battlefield.

In addition, the inaction of several lords in the vicinity, who failed to stop the battlefield from expanding in time, led to the ensuing chaotic fighting involving organized armies. Seeing this, several "friendly" forces nearby wanted to gain an advantage, while the enemy was even more eager to seize the opportunity.

As a result, the situation grew larger and larger, with more and more forces participating, eventually leading to a major riot.

In a way, this is somewhat similar to the White Elephant Kingdom, but compared to this place, the White Elephant Kingdom is still a bit too weak. At most, they would call on their friends to turn a one-on-one duel into a group fight, and then into a confrontation between two regions, but that would be the end of it.

After receiving responses from other locations, the Holy Lord unleashed his full power and led his dragon army in a direct assault on the interior.

He was like an arrow, piercing straight in from outside Mephisto's controlled territory, the sharp tip breaking through the border and continuing to advance, while the other demons cooperated to enter together, preventing the Holy Lord's retreat from being cut off.

After the fighting reached this point, several forces that had absolutely no connection with the Human Alliance also raised their banners and began to attack. However, they were the kind of forces that wanted to gain some small advantages; they were weak and outnumbered.

"Let's get started! As long as they cause trouble for Mephisto, Asgard will definitely lend a hand!" After observing for a while and ruling out the possibility of this being a trap, the Asgardian commander stationed in Hell waved his hand, and the army advanced directly.

In the Marvel universe, after the rise of the Human Alliance, Odin relaxed the defense level of some areas, since the Human Alliance seemed reliable. The resources saved from this period, apart from a small portion being lent to the Human Alliance, mostly went to Hell.

Mephisto used to cause trouble on Earth, but who knew that he caused trouble in Asgard even more frequently than on Earth? And because the Asgardian gods and their main army had broken away from their home planet, the damage caused by each of Mephisto's sneak attacks was considerable.

The people of Asgard have long harbored deep hatred for the detestable Mephisto.

As soon as Asgard made a move, several civilizations that maintained good diplomatic relations with Asgard in the main universe also started to move.

Civilizations with stable observation and defense points in Hell are not to be underestimated. In a short time, the strength and momentum of the rioting army were more than twice as great as when the Holy Lord and others first took action.

With a snap, the Holy Lord crushed the sub-legendary berserker demon beneath his feet, then looked up and gazed into the distance.

Ximu: "This dimension is getting lively."

"Not enough," the Holy Lord said, shaking his head. They were in the northwest of Mephisto's throne, and while their forces there had begun to move, there hadn't been any major activity elsewhere.

What they want is not for the northwest to be thrown into chaos, but for the entire Mephisto territory to be brought into the war!

Only in this way can we force Mephisto's main body, which is running around everywhere, back to come, and then apply pressure to bring back his clones as well, allowing the other worlds connected to the Hell Dimension to have a few days of peace.

Chapter 355 Harry Potter Suddenly Falls into a Coma

"Ximu, call the others over. We can't stop here," the Holy Lord said, gazing towards the central area.

"Really?" Xi Mu was a little surprised. When did the Holy Lord become so compliant with his promise? He originally thought that the Holy Lord would be the one to slack off the most after the Human Alliance's arrangements, but it seems that he is the most proactive now.

"Hmm," the Holy Lord replied. He didn't want to be proactive, but the Human Alliance had given too much. If they could successfully force Mephisto back this time, not only would they increase their resource allocation, but the Holy Lord could also choose two talismans from the selections, and the Human Alliance would remove all control over the chosen talismans.

Moreover, the Holy Lord estimated that the Human Alliance must have contacted all of its brothers, and perhaps everyone received a reward.

Without hesitation, Ximu immediately turned around to make the contact. He thought the same as the Holy Lord: there would be a reward. After this success, Ximu's clone would be allowed to move around on Earth under supervision and with limited freedom.

After all eight demons were present, the Holy Lord revealed his plan.

The reason why so many forces haven't responded to such a huge commotion is quite simple: they're all afraid of being used as a warning to others by Mephisto. If Mephisto were to relentlessly pursue and attack any force he could control, he could wipe out a whole group of them.

Therefore, there is only one way to truly incite riots: dispel these concerns.

“Let’s all eight of us venture into the lion’s den again and face Mephisto one more time.” The Holy Lord scratched his neck, setting the tone. “Blade, you lead the army to continue advancing in this area. You don’t need to go too far. If necessary, you can retreat directly.”

The Queen of Blades nodded; she had no objections. In fact, she was considering whether she could take the opportunity to obtain some of the genes from the armies of the eight great demons.

The Holy Lord also considered this point, but at present, only the Queen of Blades is relatively reliable and has sufficient combat power. If they don't look for her, there's really no one else they can turn to. Ordinary people can't lead this army.

As for the possibility that all of his subordinates were killed by the Queen of Blades, that's impossible. It's not like we're breaking up after this collaboration. We'll still be supporting each other in the future. At most, there will be some losses, but that's acceptable.

After making the arrangements, the Holy Lord waited a few seconds. No one raised any objections, so he was now certain that the Human Alliance had definitely arranged so-called reward clauses for all the demons.

However, this is also good news, at least no one will suddenly want to run away. To fight Mephisto, all eight people must work together. If one is missing, they are just easy prey.

If the reverse Bagua formation isn't established, the Legendary Abyss will be nothing but clay in front of Mephisto, unable to withstand more than a few moves.

As soon as the Holy Lord made a move, Merlin immediately noticed a change. Mephisto's clone and Dracula began communicating more frequently. Of course, knowing that someone was present, this communication was no longer a normal conversation.

But no matter what kind of communication it is, it is always a process of information dissemination, and if you try to observe, you can still see some traces.

"How is the situation?" Artoria walked to Merlin's side and asked softly.

"I'm fine, it's just that Snape might not be able to hold on for much longer; he needs rest," Merlin said, looking at Snape's unconscious body in the room.

“In a little while, please have someone make a replacement. Professor McGonagall is arranging the handover of work in advance, and Hogwarts is also preparing to give us an early holiday.” Artoria said, taking off her sword. “Take Excalibur with you for now. If things don’t go well over there, you can release it immediately and buy some more time.”

Merlin didn't stand on ceremony; now was no time for politeness.

Artoria's projection came mainly to bring two treasures to this place: a sword and its scabbard.

The sword was intended to prevent Dracula from resorting to desperate measures and doing something to Dumbledore. As soon as Dracula made a move and Dumbledore's location was confirmed, Merlin would immediately teleport the Sword of Victory to Snape's location.

With this sword and Merlin's assistance, Snape could hold his own against Dracula for a couple of rounds. After all, Dracula wasn't good at attacking; he was a legend with maxed-out survivability.

The scabbard Avalon was given to Leona, whose Golden Aegis was still recovering from Merlin's full-force Bankruptcy - Grand Disintegration, which she had taken without warning.

In addition, during this time, Leona planned to start eliminating the vampire virus in this world along the timeline to reduce the pressure on Dumbledore. It was necessary to bring an artifact with high enough defense to prevent being ambushed, so this arrangement was made.

Suddenly, Merlin sensed a surge of power emanating from Artoria and turned to look at her.

"Avalon has been liberated. You stay here and keep watch. I'm going to check on what's happening with Leona," Artoria instructed, then hurriedly prepared to go and see what had happened.

As Artoria set off, in the Gryffindor common room at Hogwarts, Harry Potter suddenly collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

Lupin and Van Helsing rushed over upon hearing the noise, and the students surrounding Harry Potter quickly made way for him.

"Granger, what happened?" Lupin asked Hermione, who was holding Harry Potter and looked very flustered.

“Professor, I don’t know. We were talking when he suddenly collapsed.” Hermione’s hand was stiff; she didn’t dare put Harry Potter down on the ground, nor did she dare lift him up.

"Make way, let me see." Van Helsing squatted down next to Harry Potter and placed his hand on Harry Potter's chest.

Rapid breathing, excessively fast blood flow, abnormally high body temperature, constricted pupils, abnormal tooth growth, and a sudden, strong smell of blood in the body odor.

After a brief physical examination, Van Helsing was fairly certain that Harry Potter was becoming vampire-like.

“This is…” Lupin watched the entire physical examination process from the side, then looked at Van Helsing with some astonishment.

“Just as you thought.” Van Helsing stood up, picking Harry Potter up in the process. “The key issue certainly isn’t happening now; let those big shots handle it.”

Lupin sighed. Indeed, now that the vampire virus has been eradicated, Harry Potter's current state must mean something happened in the past or future.

There's nothing he and Van Helsing can do to help with things like this, which involve the timeline.

"Everyone, go away, go away. It's just low blood sugar. We'll take him to the medical room," Lu Ping said, waving his hand.

Hermione watched them leave, her heart filled with worry. She had overheard the entire conversation, and it was clear that this was no small matter; after all, did low blood sugar require such a powerful figure to resolve?

Chapter 356 Dracula's Plan B

After Harry Potter was carried into the infirmary, Artoria, following her connection to Avalon and the timeline, returned to the past of this world.

The sky was overcast and rainy, with dark clouds overhead, and a cold wind lingered on the streets, occasionally swirling up pieces of newspaper.

Artoria reached out and caught the newspaper that was floating in the air. The headline on it was shocking: Can Muggles be considered human?

The fact that such outrageous arguments could be openly published on the front page of the Daily Prophet clearly indicates that at this point in time, evil has completely overwhelmed justice, the Ministry of Magic has become a mere figurehead, and only Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix still gathers resistance fighters and upholds the most basic principles.