Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He could only pour all the magic he had learned towards Lin En, disrupting his rhythm, and mixing it with the ones he was best at, intending to fish in troubled waters.

This is a good idea, but...

"It's almost time for the game to end." After defusing Merlin's attack once again, Lynn said in a light tone, "I've figured out your abilities. Now, it's my turn, Issa!"

Before You Ran's words reached his ears, frost rose from the wasteland under Merlin's feet.

No matter whether it was the human-shaped shell or the body belonging to the nightmare that was neither material nor spiritual, they all felt a great threat in front of this seemingly ordinary frost.

"Don't even think about it! The God of Fire will lead the way!"

The strong sense of crisis aroused Merlin's anger. He put his hands at the ground without hesitation and shouted, and the lava fire that Dumbledore was proud of gushed out.

however--

"You think you can imitate Dumbledore?" Lin En sneered and stretched out his wand, tapping it lightly, "Try the original version. I've been in that damn place for more than ten days. Let the God of Fire lead the way!"

The same spell, the same magic, and even the external manifestations are completely indistinguishable to the naked eye.

But at the moment of the collision, the party that was just a hair's breadth away used its own personal experience to interpret the meaning of a huge collapse.

"How did you—?!"

Merlin's voice was like someone was strangling his throat, sharp and abrupt.

At the critical moment, he only had time to escape like a ghostly shadow, thus temporarily saving himself from danger.

However, although his body was not injured, his heart suffered unprecedented frustration.

Being at a disadvantage in the field he excels in is more difficult for him to accept than losing a competition.

Unconvinced, he immediately chose to try again, and the result was the same: the top-level magic that could normally be so realistic as to be fake was like a piece of clay chicken or a clay dog ​​in front of the real thing, and was completely vulnerable.

"Why is this happening? What gives you the right?!"

Shocked, his face turned pale and his eyes were filled with hatred.

"Because I'm not a fake like you." Lin En spoke each word, and the magic book lit up with white light, which matched the color of the golden cup. "Do you think this is the end? Try this trick first!"

Fiery fire spewed out from the glass-like pages, and a giant blue and white dragon circled in the sky.

The dynamic and vast lava fire merged into it, instantly turning into the ultimate weapon that could destroy the world.

Merlin's eyes widened.

Same magic, different situation. Having lost his most important support, he now truly realized the danger.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Chapter 611: Shortcuts are Wrong Paths

While Lynn and Merlin were fighting fiercely, the battlefield in Paris also entered a life-and-death struggle.

The light of the World Tree flickered, its branches and leaves were scattered all over the place, and even the trunk was riddled with holes. Even with a constant supply of support, there was no time to repair and recover.

Everyone knew that Euphemia, who had been at the forefront from beginning to end, was now at the end of her strength.

But no one can replace her.

Any wizard who cannot take the last step will not be able to withstand the attack of this giant beast, even a top wizard like Nicolas Flamel.

As the monsters went completely crazy due to losing their immortality, they had to be extremely cautious even if they were just supporting from the sidelines, let alone confronting them head-on like Euphemia did.

The monster's aura was becoming weaker as it suffered injuries of varying sizes, and the same was true for Euphemia.

The rune that was on the verge of exhaustion made her increasingly powerless, and the magic power from Lin was also exhausted. She was in crisis several times, and was only able to turn the danger into safety thanks to everyone's concerted help.

But she was not flustered. Her brown eyes flashed brightly, her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her figure was as fast as lightning.

In the battle of attrition that seemed to have no end, she suddenly stopped and faced the incoming black beam.

"Niko, help me."

The calm voice came through the noisy battlefield and reached Nico's ears, who hadn't felt so embarrassed in hundreds of years.

“It doesn’t make me feel at ease!”

The old man, who was trembling as if he would be blown down by a gust of wind, suddenly straightened his hunched back and looked fierce when he heard the voice.

"Leave it to me! The ultimate iron armor!"

The magic stone burst out with an unprecedented blood-red light, and an invisible but extremely tough magic shield stood before it.

"boom--"

The deafening roar brought about a huge wave of energy, destroying the few remaining ruins.

The blazing flames rising into the sky were like a lighthouse in the dark night, or like an infinitely magnified torch.

Taking advantage of the fleeting moment that Nicolas Flamel fought for, Euphemia found the opportunity and ignited the divine fire that burned everything.

Cold vertical pupils were imprinted on the monster's body, contrasting with the flames of Rune.

This is a decisive moment where you really have to fight to the death.

Everyone realizes this.

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Canada, Merlin's dream world.

The clear sky turned into a setting sun, the sea of ​​flowers turned into scorched earth, and the beautiful and rich world looked like a doomsday scene.

The magic of collision and strangulation is the only main theme in this doomsday.

In addition to this, there is the projection of the real world that is everywhere and appears from time to time.

This "paradise" that is independent of the material world is on the verge of complete and irreparable destruction, and it is only one step away from being destroyed. It may fall in front of the two people who have started a real fight at any time.

"I don't know!"

Merlin, who felt the most pain, lost his temper and sighed with deep sorrow.

He didn't want to watch the world that carried everything he had fall apart. That would be the vanishing of tens of thousands of years or even longer of accumulation.

This will also be the most painful chapter in his long life.

But he can't give up, he wants to win.

Because he was not convinced.

Because he was unwilling.

The flawless face was distorted by hideousness.

He roared, "Why?! How can a young boy like you have such ability? How did you get these magics?!"

Lynn didn't buy it.

Facing his questioning and his roar, Lynn's expression remained the same, one of sarcasm.

"You and your slaves from billions of years ago are really birds of a feather. No wonder they are not very successful." Lin En said loudly, "But what I didn't expect is that you, who created the Merlin Knights, actually have no understanding of dedication and responsibility. This is really ridiculous, but it really fits the nature of a cunning and plundering bandit like you - did you accompany King Arthur in the same way back then? Or is that story just something you made up to whitewash yourself?"

Compared to magic, Lin En may not be completely sure of defeating this enemy whose level has dropped drastically, but he is still a strong enemy that is bigger than a horse.

But when it comes to quarreling, since the day he entered the magical world, Lin En has never felt that he would lose to anyone.

Every word not only uncovered the scars deep in Merlin's soul, but also pierced his fragile heart.

When hitting someone, hit them in the face; when scolding someone, expose their shortcomings. Lin En, who always adheres to this principle, directly silenced Merlin.

The handsome face that had been carefully maintained with countless magic spells turned red and white, and finally turned blue.

It's not just anger, but also the disillusionment that comes with having one's own beliefs destroyed.

"I don't believe that anyone would be willing to hand over all their life's achievements to others." He said in a slow and cold tone, and then his voice became high-pitched, "I don't believe you can learn them so quickly! I don't believe it!"

"Then you can just drown in your own fantasy, you stubborn old antique." Lin En looked down on it, as if he was looking at an old dog with a broken spine struggling and barking. "Everything you pursue, in my eyes..." He looked at the wreckage of the tower that was almost shattered, "is worthless."

"Asshole! You are such a bold and reckless bastard! I should have killed you with my own hands years ago!"

Merlin, whose self-esteem and glory had been torn apart, no longer had any trace of his previous calmness and elegance on his face. All he had was the stress and rage brought about by continuous setbacks, trying to cover up the panic that came from the bottom of his heart.

"Who do you think you are?! I am the person closest to the rules and closest to God in this world! If I hadn't shown mercy, you would have died silently more than ten years ago, like a reptile in a gutter! You actually... actually... what qualifications do you have?!"

"But you didn't do it, because you knew that without me, you would never be able to reach the higher realm you dreamed of."

Lynn looked at him calmly, his calm tone and Merlin's rage forming a world of ice and fire.

The magic that fiercely strangled and then annihilated spread in the world on the verge of destruction, but it could not stop them from sending each other's voices to each other's ears and into each other's hearts.

This is both a competition of magic and a collision of roads.

Looking at Merlin who was becoming more and more crazy and displaying hundreds of complex magic spells as if deliberately showing off, there was even a bit of compassion in Lynn's eyes.

This fleeting emotion was also captured by Merlin, making him feel as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.

"Are you sympathizing with me? What qualifications do you have to sympathize with me?! Who the hell are you!"

"I am nothing, I am just an ordinary wizard, but I am still qualified to sympathize with you, because I still have my own path, and your path was completely cut off many years ago - isn't that enough?"

"What did you say-"

The beautiful purple eyes were now filled with a bloody crimson, and the breath of nightmare almost burst out of the body.

But Lin En did not give him the chance to explode. The light of the World Tree flashed by, and the aura that had been accumulated for a long time burst out instantly, stabilizing this crumbling little world and suppressing Merlin's momentum for the first time.

"If you still follow your own path, even if it is the dark magic that is rejected by others, you will go further than me, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, Voldemort and Hercule, even if it is not as fancy and seemingly powerful as the magic you plagiarized."

Bathed in the glow of the World Tree, Lin En seemed to have a ray of pure light on his body.

"It's a pity that you insist on following the path of others. Instead of inheriting, improving and exploring in an upright manner, you steal their achievements and use their magic to embellish yourself. This is of course a shortcut, and it must be simpler than being down-to-earth. It can even accumulate infinitely - this is exactly what you have been doing for tens of thousands of years - it's a pity, I don't envy you, but I feel it's a pity. Dumbledore and the others won't envy you either."

He walked closer to Merlin, who was stuck in the struggle, with more compassion in his eyes than before.

"What a pity? What do you know? Who are you to teach me a lesson? If it weren't for those...those damn ants, how would you be qualified to say such high-sounding nonsense here?!"

"boom--"

The extreme rage aroused the power of nightmare, which merged with the wizard's magic and broke through the suppression of the world tree.

At this moment, Merlin turned into a huge dark purple monster, without a shape, but with endless negative emotions, which spread outward like a tide.

Lin En also felt this evil power, but he was not affected at all.

He stopped where he was, only a dozen meters away from his opponent.

His figure seemed exceptionally small on the scorched earth, yet seemed taller than the nightmare monster before him.

He raised his wand and reached for the golden cup that had been hanging quietly at his side.

Chapter 612: Not a Legend, Not a God

The hawthorn wood wand lightly tapped the golden cup, and golden light shone.

The soft and pure magic was like a floating golden ribbon, entwining the shadow of the World Tree that was being repelled by Merlin who suddenly jumped up.

The tilted scale returned to the starting point, and it was of no use even if Merlin gritted his teeth and roared at the top of his lungs.

The dazzling golden light is like a ball of fire, burning on the ancient legendary treasure and burning in the immortal wisdom of thousands of years.

The offensive and defensive forces alternated.

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"To be honest, I didn't understand your plan at first. Thanks to Gellert, Albus, Helga and Rowena, I was able to find out your motives and secrets."

Casually casting away a few strange spells, Lynn began to unravel the mystery, slowly and carefully dissecting Merlin's inner self.

"You always feel that I am very similar to you, thinking that I will be the next you, the one who will write the sequel to your road that has come to an end. On the surface, this is not wrong."

"It's a pity that you have never really understood me. Through that bubble, you can only see what I did, but you can't really know how I think. You can only guess, and guess with your deep-rooted prejudice."

"I don't have the talent of Albus, nor am I as talented as Gellert and Salazar, nor am I as smart as Rowena and Faye. I'm not even as ruthless as Riddle, so naturally I can't be compared with you."

"Like you said, I am a cautious person. The reason is very simple. I am not a genius, but just an ordinary person who is lucky. Because of my luck, I am always walking on thin ice, and I will not expect any so-called shortcuts."

"There is only one kind of magic I believe in, and that is the crystal forged by my own time and sweat. No matter how good other people's things are, they can only serve as a foil in the end."

"You have been wandering on other people's paths for too long, so your magic has become weak, and now you are at a loss without the external things that make you invincible. From this point of view, I think you are very pitiful."