Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Before he finished speaking, a team of well-trained wizards wearing special protective suits appeared outside the door, along with a few capable Muggles.

Soon, the protection standard of this giant meteorite was raised to another level.

——Unless approved by three base managers at the same time, no one may touch the meteorite alone, and must undergo a comprehensive physical and mental examination and wear protective clothing before any contact.

At the same time, the news was also sent to London.

Then it will be New York, Paris, Moscow and all the governmental or non-governmental organizations involved in the collaboration.

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In a space several times the size of the underground cave of Katla volcano, countless monsters with gradually differentiated forms are killing each other.

When Lin En and his companions landed in the center of the battlefield without concealing their tracks, this brutal competition for survival was in full swing.

A monster that is three times larger than the pseudo-god and looks a bit like a giant octopus is feasting on the food.

Its body still retains its original appearance, except that it has a few more tentacles, but it is more than that - compared to Baal, it is more like a combination of the characteristics of many false gods.

Around it, there are a few monsters of all sizes who are seizing every opportunity to devour each other, or those "fellows" who make up the majority in terms of numbers but can only be bullied by others.

This is the most naked zero-sum game. Every monster that awakens its mind hopes to become the ultimate winner, devour all of its kind, and achieve its own eternity.

The memories of the false god Baal activated them and also shaped their basic understanding of the world.

But individual differences are particularly obvious at this stage. If there is no external interference, the monsters that have passed the ignorant stage early are destined to be unstoppable.

Whether it is becoming the next Baal, or using Baal's memory and spirituality as a foundation to reach a higher level, everything is possible.

But unfortunately, although their movements were much faster than those of their "predecessors" such as the false gods, shortening the evolution time of hundreds or thousands of years to a few months, Lin En was even faster.

The cruel, bloody battlefield with broken limbs flying everywhere suddenly changed with the arrival of two wizards.

The competition for survival continues, but the opponents have changed.

"I don't know who is lucky, there is such a big nest right under Hogwarts, right?" He joked with his girlfriend with a smile.

Euphemia agreed, "Indeed, they save a lot of trouble, and so do we."

The interlocked hands glowed white.

The World Tree that had caused the false gods, especially Baal, a lot of losses reappeared, but in a completely different form.

The "stitched monster" who was sitting firmly on the mountain, waiting for these "kinds" to grow stronger and then devour them all in one breath revealed a very obvious emotion of "fear".

There is no doubt that it has gained consciousness, although it is still very immature and green, but Baal's memory definitely allows it to recognize Lynn and Euphemia who came to kill it.

This aroused Lynn's interest.

"You've come to your senses so quickly?" He looked at the monster in a dilemma with interest, "But... that's all."

As the monsters panicked, he took a step forward, and the dark magic spread like wildfire, sweeping across the vast world.

Countless silver-white puppets rushed out and gave the wizard's answer to the question of survival and destruction.

Chapter 583 Making the Best Use of Everything

"Roar!!!!!"

Spirituality was born with great difficulty from ignorance, and the sublime eternity was right before our eyes, but it became a bubble in an instant.

Although they didn't know why such a hidden place that was not even known to other members of the same species was discovered, they could not accept their demise in this way.

As the winner in the almost insect-raising competition, it exploded in unprecedented rage in fear and despair, and launched a preemptive counterattack out of chaotic instinct.

The whipping of tentacles, the deep black beams of light, and the sharp legs and arms, the chaotic means of attack were just like its appearance at the moment - a mixture of both meat and vegetables.

Such a counterattack seemed powerful, but in front of the battle-hardened Lin En, and even Euphemia, who had just taken this crucial step, it seemed boring.

The two of them didn't even move, and the solid Purple Shirt Rune easily disintegrated all the monsters' attacks, and even the branches and leaves of the World Tree's phantom were not damaged at all.

"You're just a pretty face, weaker than those scum who have lived for tens of thousands of years. I thought you would be similar to that octopus. Turns out you're just a rotten thing, what a waste of a good appearance." Euphemia said contemptuously.

"After all, memory is not equal to experience. These Gu-breeding guys haven't experienced any decent battles, but this is not a bad thing for us." Lin En said with a smile, "Since Furong and the others want to see it, let's put in some effort."

He raised his hand and several silver-white metal balls circled and flew around the battlefield. They were not the commonly used floating cannons, but several small and exquisite cameras.

“Thank you, big guy, for helping me record an open class.” Lin En bowed politely. “By the way, let me collect your data, which can be used to hone the skills of my students in the future. This means that you have not lived in vain.”

"Roar?!"

Although it couldn't understand what Lin En was saying, the nascent intelligence and the hatred and fear engraved deep in its memory made this huge stitched monster feel tremendous pressure.

It wanted to escape, but faced the same dilemma as the monster that was captured by Lin En and used as experimental material.

This original mine, buried deep underground due to geological changes, is certainly hidden, but once discovered, it will be like a natural cage with no escape.

Under normal circumstances, as long as it is willing to spend time, it will be able to dig a way to the surface sooner or later - this was also its original plan, and it will put it into practice only after it has eaten all of its kind.

But in combat, this is simply wishful thinking.

I can't beat him, not to mention winning. I can't even hurt the opponent. The counterattack just now says it all.

It cannot escape, as its own kind being slaughtered is its inevitable future.

Simple brain circuits could not find a solution, and trapped in the city, it could only put on a threatening posture and retreat unconsciously.

Suddenly, it found that the absolute defense that had left it helpless had disappeared on its own, and the tiny human walked out alone.

opportunity!

The beast's instinct allowed it to make the decision immediately.

This is the only chance, kill him and eat him, the other guys are nothing!

The giant beast with a majestic figure fought hard, and its powerful magic power was like a surging river, flowing endlessly.

Lin En turned around and said softly, "Fei, I'll leave the remaining little things to you. Let's hurry up, or Amelia and Dumbledore will start nagging again."

"Okay." Euphemia said with a smile, "I'll listen to you."

Before he finished speaking, countless violets condensed with magical power bloomed silently in the air.

Along with the light fragrance, both the monsters struggling to escape and the hard rock formations on all sides slowly melted away like ice and snow under the sun.

The tall and slender figure was like a silver-blue elf, dancing in the battle group, passing through the cold puppets and hideous monsters like flowing water, evenly spreading the breath of time and death.

In the blink of an eye, the vast space between Lin En and the Stitched Monster turned into an empty battlefield.

The hugeness and the smallness achieved a wonderful composition at this moment.

"Roar!!!!!"

The monster opened its bloody mouth, revealing countless fangs designed for crushing, and its scarlet eyes flashed with bloody cruelty.

This is a close combat, or rather... an excellent class to experience close-range confrontation.

Lynn picked up the wand calmly and leaned slightly toward the Stitcher, his posture meticulous, as if he was still in the dueling club.

The next moment, accompanied by a loud "faint", a red light broke through the air, went straight through the monster's sharp teeth, and exploded in the abyss-like mouth that had swallowed countless of its own kind.

"boom--"

The teeth were broken, and the big mouth that was once used to collect all kinds of minerals turned into a huge cavity.

At a speed even faster than when it came, the aggressive Stitched Monster flew backwards and crashed into the group of fleeing monsters, crushing a dozen monsters that were trying to escape using their limbs and hands under it.

The dark magic power dissipated everywhere, and with just one strike, the energy that had been accumulated for many days suffered a catastrophic blow.

"Roar--!"

Where there is life, there is perception, especially this kind of life that has evolved spirituality.

The most important and toughest organ was blown to pieces, and the intense pain almost drove it crazy.

Amid the howling of its heart's content, the tentacles lashed around desperately, sweeping up every monster that couldn't dodge and throwing it into its mouth, digesting it directly into energy to repair its injuries.

At this moment, it no longer cares about the so-called decency or convenience, and truly achieves "no distinction between meat and vegetables".

But this realization came a little late.

Even if the energy of these monsters was quickly absorbed by it and the previous gap was gradually filled, it would still take time.

And Lynn had no intention of leaving any time for it.

Before it could get up from the ground, spells came one after another with the same frequency.

First, there was a sharp blade that was integrated with space magic. The air became slightly blurred, and the thick tentacle was cut off at the root, and the monster entangled by it fell to the ground.

It was followed by a cold vertical pupil, which was imprinted on the severely injured abdomen. It was like an invisible fire from heaven, turning everything around into ashes, including the six sharp blade feet that had begun to degenerate but still retained the ability to move.

This is not the end. Just as it was trying to fight with all its strength, a fluorescent light fell.

"The force is loose and the energy is released."

The calm voice recited a spell that also existed in Baal's memory but was never taken seriously by him.

However, this ordinary spell seemed to have the power to destroy all its magic power, and even the outer shell was mostly melted away, becoming useless.

It looked at Lin with hatred, and performed and optimized the moves in Bal's memory again and again, counterattacking again and again like a moth to a flame.

But it's all in vain.

The magic power in the body rose and collapsed again and again, not only failing to hurt Lin En who was strolling in the garden, but also making him reveal an expression that was sometimes disappointed and sometimes happy - this was an emotion that the monster could not understand, but it made it feel a despair it had never felt before.

Just as it plays with its own kind who think they still have a chance, the humans in front of it are also playing with it.

It shouldn't even be said to be playing with it, but rather squeezing out everything from it with ease.

But it has no choice but to give its all again and again, listening to those incomprehensible comments and analyses, in exchange for a brief period of survival.

Finally, when it could not launch a counterattack that satisfied Lin En, and any spell of Lin En could make its body, which was once like a hill but was now chopped into pieces, on the verge of collapse, the battle - or the one-sided attack - ended.

The surroundings had long since fallen silent. Except for a few monsters that were captured alive, the rest had become historical symbols.

The golden dagger floated in the air, awakening the fear in the deepest part of Stitched Monster's memory - it knew what it was, and it also knew the wizard named Helpo, because it had the memory of the false god Baal.

But if you have never experienced real life, you will not be able to understand the fear of the immortal species.

All the memory left it with was anger, powerlessness and hatred, and eventually numbness.

It looked at the dagger that was approaching from afar, and scenes like a kaleidoscope flashed through its empty mind.

There are very few fragments that belong to me, and most of them are false "memories".

Paleness shrouds my heart, and the end of numbness is unwillingness.

It was unwilling to die like this, for the hatred that did not belong to it.

Unprecedented strong emotions stimulated potential, and the untaught human language resounded in the cave.

"Don't kill me! I'm not like those guys! I don't want to die-!"

Chapter 584: Slave?

The flying dagger finally nailed the monster's head.

It looks like this.

If you get closer, you will find that there is still a very small distance between the two sides, which is difficult to see with the naked eye.

This is a matter of literal hairs and a sudden brake at the gates of death.

Euphemia was a little surprised, not at the result, but at the monster's plea for mercy.

No matter how insidious or arrogant they were, those monsters who regarded themselves as gods had never asked for mercy, regardless of their strength.

She pondered and said, "This guy is a little strange."

"I think so too." Lynn nodded with a smile, put away his wand and walked forward, looking like he didn't take it seriously at all.

Although the monster's body has shrunk by 80% and only the torso remains, it is still a giant compared to humans.

But when Lin En approached, it was so frightened that it simply abandoned most of it and turned itself into the size of a basketball.

This seemed to be an instinct - back in the United States, the false god Les had also made similar moves in order to escape, but the monster in front of him did not seem to have such a motive at all.

All Lin En could feel was the overflowing desire to survive.

"It's understandable that you don't want to die, but why do you think you can live?"