Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Chapter 221: The Dignified Valkyrie

"Weak! Empty! Decayed!"

In the ever-changing offense and defense, Inès stayed out of the game, and took advantage of every opportunity to use her most powerful curse, casting a dark shadow on the monster that looked like a giant deep-sea octopus.

Even though it has no stable form, and it is even difficult to describe it as a "body", the curse directed at its soul still troubles it.

"Bugs! They are just disgusting bugs!"

The thousand-eyed monster fell into madness in the extreme pain. It desperately opened every eye that had not yet been destroyed, and used its immense magical power to activate the terrifying magic that made people's heart palpitate.

The inky black wave swept over with unparalleled corrosiveness and destructive power, and met the purple-shirted shadow head-on.

The collision of light and darkness was like the struggle between waves and dams, with mighty air waves surging in all directions. Brian and his companions who wanted to use their Purple Shirt Runes to help the two men, and Ines who was always ready to manipulate the Blood of Helbo, were all forced back to the corner of this cage, which was not very spacious to begin with - along with the treasures that had been piled up here for thousands of years.

The noisy sound of falling was endless, and the dazzling sapphire was blown into the air, about to fall into the mountain of debris.

"give it to me!"

Victor did not retreat but advanced. Redo's symbol lit up beside him. His body, which was not strong but extremely solid, disappeared in an instant and appeared in the air where the air waves were rolling. He grasped the gem firmly in his palm, and then lost his balance, falling into the distance like a kite with a broken string.

"Hold on! The hurricane is howling!"

Seeing her companion who had helped her so much fall into danger, Inès took several steps forward, stirred up a strong wind, and offset the incoming air waves. She then raised her magic wand, and the soft magic power condensed instantly. Together with the three people who attacked at the same time, she caught Victor, who was already dizzy.

"Hey! Mission accomplished!" After landing, he was open-minded and grinned playfully, "The rest is up to you, Ms. Garcia - we will work together to help you, and wait for Lin En and Fei to suppress them..."

"boom--"

Before they could finish their words, an explosion even more powerful than the last one knocked several people over, and the words that were yet to be said were stuck in their stomachs.

Compared to Les, who was overwhelmed by Dumbledore from the very beginning, the false god in this cave was obviously better - and without Dumbledore, even with the blessing and mobilization of the Felicity Potion, Lynn and Euphemia were not so relaxed.

Facing the counterattack head-on, they were like a giant ship in a storm, fighting on the crest of the waves.

But thanks to their great skills and courage, they remained unmoved even though the counterattack of the false god brought countless dangers.

The majestic World Tree is the nemesis of all curses and destruction. In the hands of ordinary wizards, it is just a useless thing that is difficult to learn and not strong enough, and it does not have the power that the Supreme Rune should have.

And with sufficient magic power, it becomes the strongest and indestructible shield.

Even if Lynn and Euphemia joined forces, or even with the help of the four-man team that could hardly help, this powerful magic that stood at the top of the rune still failed to fully demonstrate its glory.

But on a battlefield like this, this power is enough to deal with the incoming challenges.

No matter how the thousand-eyed monster rolled and attacked, no matter how vicious the corrosive black magic of unknown principle was, the two people who seemed to be one still combined offense and defense, and only turned from defense to offense after withstanding the first wave of counterattacks.

"Kennaz!"

"Isa!"

The extremely cold ice and the blazing flames attacked at the same time, intertwining with each other without any hindrance. Instead, they transformed into a giant magic dragon of gold and silver, bringing the baptism of destruction to the arrogant heretic monster.

In just a moment, the arrogant false god paid the price for his arrogance.

A huge hole with a diameter of one or two meters passed through its abdomen, burning all the black substance that was unknown whether it was magic power or flesh and blood.

Ice and fire, elements that are supposed to be contradictory, are combined with the magic power of the same origin, integrating the cruelty of ice and the unbridled wildness of fire, releasing unprecedented explosive power and destructive power.

Even the severely injured monster itself did not react immediately. It was only after a full second or two that the pain that penetrated the soul reached its mind as its magic power was consumed and the attack came to an end.

What was heard at the top of his lungs was not only roars of anger, but also cries of pain.

The dark green eyes were filled with hatred - since the day he was born, even those hateful wizards who had been fighting around the Mediterranean Sea had not been able to cause such damage to him.

But this is not the main attack direction, but quite the opposite.

In a contest of equal strength, the louder the noise, the more it proves that it is a feint to attract attention. This is the law of war that Muggles have refined through thousands of years of war. It is also the "Achilles' heel" that leads to failure and frustration for a large number of ambitious people, including Grindelwald and Voldemort.

This is obviously not something that a monster who is arrogant and claims to be a god can understand.

Its rage almost burned through this cage deep underground. The dark and destructive magic had already penetrated the surface of the earth, turning into dark clouds in the sky and a long curse that stretched into the distance.

Its revenge has no intention of waiting, but comes one after another.

But it was destined to be a futile effort, as the counterattack ended before it even began.

Just when it was mobilizing all its magical power and preparing to fight to the death with the two insects that had inexplicably become much stronger, a breath that made it familiar, disgusted, and mixed with a hint of fear came from afar.

"!!!!!!"

A strong sense of crisis enveloped its heart which was filled with evil thoughts.

"Helpo——"

The resentment in the voice was chilling.

The vibrating sound waves even caused the flying dagger to be slightly hindered, and the sharp blade that broke through the air lost some of its sharpness.

It was originally intended to pierce through the monster's body, but in the end it only slightly penetrated the "flesh" of unknown composition before stopping abruptly.

The deep curse aura spread out from the "wound" to the surroundings, but Inès's face turned very ugly.

She wanted to pull the dagger back, but the magic power seemed out of control and disappeared the moment it approached the monster's body.

Even the curse that had originally frightened Rice so much that he fled in panic encountered stubborn resistance, and its expansion speed was much slower than before.

“…Damn it! Come back here!”

Shocked and angry, she tried her best, and Brian and others beside her also worked together to use their own magic, trying to restrain the monster that was obviously showing abnormality.

However, all their efforts were in vain.

They only felt an invisible pushing force coming in an instant, as if the air exploded in an instant, and the people who were caught off guard were like puppets with their strings broken, flying backwards and falling down.

"You noisy ants dare to take up arms against the great gods. You really don't know how to live or die!"

The voice of the Thousand-Eyed Monster was as cold as ice that had been frozen for years, and its restless magic was not concealed at all.

A blood-red light lit up, and the curse that was spreading from the largest part of the "torso" was firmly locked around the dagger, and there was even a tendency for it to be contained.

The decay and dilapidation brought by time destroyed it, but it did not have the expected effect. This made Lin En's eyes slightly solemn and his brows slightly furrowed.

"Tiny reptile, is this the trump card that you dare to fight against the gods?" The monster looked down at him from above, and the voice he uttered had changed to English. Even the accent was three points similar to Lin En. "How stupid! Do you think I am the same as those two pieces of trash? The great gods will never fail twice in the same place. You humble short-lived creatures, this is a power that you will never understand!"

As if to prove its words, the flashing red light became more intense, and the smell of decay brought by the passage of time was also faintly covered up.

This made the hearts of the few people who were slowly climbing up in the distance sink, and they instinctively looked at Lynn - except Inès.

She still held up her wand stubbornly, wrestling silently with the monster.

Feeling the emotions of his companions behind him, Lin En blasted out a powerful stun spell, blasting one of the monster's tentacle and a dozen eyes on it into powder.

"No matter how powerful a weapon is, it has its limits. This is something that even the youngest child knows."

He spoke slowly, "Only scum like you who have lived for thousands of years in vain would regard such superficial knowledge as a treasure."

The wand was raised to his chest, and the ancient spell was recited silently.

The magic book hovered on the side, with its pages flipping, emitting extremely pure magic power, stirring up unknown fear.

"you--"

The monster's eyes were filled with rage, and dozens of tentacles broke through the air, covering the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world was approaching.

However, a thick magical barrier blocked its determined attack, making it unable to move forward.

"You old fool, this road is blocked!"

Her brilliant golden hair fluttered in the wind, and Euphemia's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The towering yew tree had split into two at some point, and the taller one merged back into Lin's body, restraining its aura but harboring murderous intent.

On the other side, a slightly slender tree extended countless branches and intersected with Brian and the others.

There is no need for any communication or interaction, even eye contact seems redundant.

She seamlessly took over the dominance of the battlefield, her awe-inspiring presence like that of a Valkyrie who roamed legends and epics.

Chapter 222 The real trump card

"boom--"

"Bang bang bang..."

The sounds of explosions and collisions were endless, and each sound seemed like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

"Huh...Who are you looking down on, monster!"

Inès covered her abdomen, which was the most seriously injured because she was standing in the front position. She only received a little treatment from Amanda before returning to the battlefield, casting one profound curse after another into the body of the seemingly unstoppable monster.

Around her was a group of four people who worked together to cast defensive spells to protect Euphemia and Lynn.

Their power could not shake the powerful false god, nor could it even stop any of its actions. It could only bring some constraints and burdens to it.

The real winner is still ahead, Euphemia is single-handedly resisting the fierce bombardment like a raging wave.

In just a dozen seconds, fine beads of sweat had covered her forehead, and the purple-robed silhouette was no longer as pure and clear as it was at the beginning, and even had some branches and leaves broken.

Even though Brian and the other three had mastered the skills of Purple Shirt Rune, they were far from being able to match Lin's magic power in terms of quality, scale, and matching.

But Lin En behind her didn't show any worry at all. He just recited the spell calmly and solemnly.

No one understood Euphemia's wisdom, strength, and extremely strong will better than him.

Although he always keeps a low profile and hides behind himself, when it comes to talent and magical attainments, apart from the three wizards standing at the top, there is never a second choice in Lin En's mind as the strongest.

Even though the enemy facing him was a more difficult monster than Rice, his confidence remained unshaken.

In response to his confidence, it was Euphemia's slender yet rock-hard back.

Faced with an endless wave of attacks from an enemy more powerful than herself, she remained calm and mobilized her limited magic power to the extreme. She did not just defend herself blindly, but took advantage of every opportunity to use powerful magic.

The targets were all located in the area where [Blood of Helbo] was, which was also where Inès' curse was. The tacit understanding between the two witches did not seem like their first collaboration, but more like the result of years of cooperation.

This made the battle-hardened Ines secretly frightened, and also made the Thousand-Eyed Monster, who had wanted to end the battle quickly, even more impatient.

Time passed by minute by minute.

On the ever-changing battlefield, Lin En's momentum continued to rise with the help of the magic book.

The ugly and indescribable monster felt a breath that was identical to the curse on the dagger.

It also feels a special sense of crisis, which is unspeakable but stirs the nervous heartstrings.

It is not as certain as it seems.

The curse on the dagger was still eroding its physical strength, mental strength and most precious vitality, but it could not show weakness.

Its incalculably long lifespan gives it confidence, but it cannot be consumed endlessly.

With every passing second, its mood becomes more volatile.

Its danger instinct had played a crucial role countless times during the long years of war with wizards.

The dancing tentacles are wrapped in terrifying magical power and mixed with tricky black magic - these monsters who claim to be gods are not as arrogant as they seem. They are also learning the fighting methods of wizards, although in the opposite way.

However, no matter how it was performed, Euphemia, who was standing in front of it, remained calm and steady. She blocked it just right every time, as if she was about to give up, yet also as if her strength was endless.

That calm and indifferent look made it angry and even more afraid.

The unknown is terrifying, this is the instinct of living things.

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The world is material and is not subject to anyone's will or wishes.

No matter what this monster with thousands of eyes is, no matter what means it uses or how it casts its strange magic, Euphemia, who remains unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances, has never retreated even a step until Lynn behind her recited the last long spell.

It was a complex Phoenician hymn, intricate and ornate, like most ancient magic.

When the last syllable came out softly from his mouth, the monster's sense of crisis suddenly rose to the limit.

It waved its tentacles with bared fangs and claws, and its dark green eyes exploded, turning into a raging torrent of venom.

The emerald green venom was somewhere between flesh and magic, raising a hazy white mist that made the surroundings blurry and disgusting—it was a corrosive mist that would corrode and poison anyone who touched it, let alone sense it from a distance.

The treasures and magic items scattered throughout the cell began to emit white smoke and then disappeared.

This is probably its trump card. When the venom gushes out, even its vigorous vitality is reduced in an instant.