The Divine Spear was originally a spell Damon accidentally discovered during his first year.
With refinement, it has become even more all-powerful.
There's nothing a single Divine Spear can't solve.
If there is, then a few more:
"Divine Spear - Infinity (Sagitta Divinus - Pluvia)."
The spell was chanted in a deft voice, and a dense swarm of light bolts emerged around Damon, locking onto everyone present as their scalps tingled!
The smoke was blown away by a strong wind, and X reappeared. His mask was half-ripped, revealing a scarred face. The trio behind him had fainted, their magic falling to the ground.
By this time, he was feeling a surge of regret.
Was it because he'd heard too much of Mortus's praise?
Since when did he start to resist the mere mention of the name? Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a foolish decision.
He should have simply evacuated the moment he discovered him.
They hadn't expected their team, carefully and painstakingly concealed for so long, to be inexplicably exposed to a madman.
But he was backed by a renowned Dark wizard family in the underground magical world. How could they possibly be destroyed here?
These thirty pure-blood wizards, evil geniuses born from countless bloodshed and battles, were they no match for a single Auror?!
"He's a madman! Kill him!"
X roared ferociously and maniacally. Thirty elite wizards gathered their wands, their tips gleaming with a dark light.
"Oh? Have I disturbed a Dark wizard's den?"
X's body chilled slightly as he listened to Mortos' words. He could see no fear on his face; his azure eyes shone with excitement!
"Pah pah pah pah pah!"
A volley of dark magic pounded against the blossoming icy lotus, like raindrops hitting ice.
Damon felt his senses and mind simultaneously assaulted from all angles. His vision blurred for a moment, a faint ringing emanated from his ears, and a fishy-sweet smell rose in his throat. Various curses were upon him, and his body, not yet transformed into a magical creature, couldn't withstand them completely unscathed.
At this moment, Damon realized he was injured for the first time in a long time.
When was the last time he was injured?
He couldn't quite remember.
The fishy smell in his throat made him feel uncontrollably restless. If he weren't a master of Occlumency, he would surely have been driven mad by the mind-disrupting spells.
But so what?
Let's see who will give up first!
Damon struggled to raise his wand. The icy lotus blocked the incoming attacks from all directions, ready to abandon the attempt to remove the curse and instead attack!
"Roar!"
At that moment, a pupilless white dragon swirled out from Damon's body, roaring furiously as if provoked!
With its deafening roar, piercing the underground palace, all visible and invisible curses were quickly dissipated and shattered!
A half-finished Patronus Charm could actually achieve this?
Damon's heart fluttered, and without hesitation, he declared, "Kill them, divine spear."
With this, his cold sentence was pronounced.
Dense bolts of light were fully constructed, transforming into red and white spears.
The magical explosive, composed of dense magic, disintegrated at high speed, unleashing even greater kinetic energy. The moment the half-burned spearheads collided with the armor spell, the blue spearhead pierced through, while the red spearhead exploded into countless magical fragments!
Divine punishment had arrived! There was no escape!
At that moment, deep underground, Kingsley suddenly raised his head and stared at the dome above. His pupils trembled as he felt the force of a tsunami!
"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!!!"
The next moment, a dense barrage of explosions rang out, and the entire underground palace was shaken by the intense, cannon-like impact. Everyone faced at least two divine spears with the power to cause bleeding and break magic.
Their trusted shields and magical items were pierced, the blue spearheads piercing their bodies, then exploding a second time the next moment!
Their cervical vertebrae exploded one by one, their magically reinforced flesh shattered and burned by the immense force. The overwhelming energy attempted to destroy everything they had the moment it came into contact with their flesh!
There was no way to resist! No way to stop it!
Even if they desperately avoided fatal injuries, the red spears, symbolizing blood, were approaching in an instant!
No matter how they tried to evade, they could not escape the shattering and dense attack - their bodies were inevitably injured, scraped, and cut, and then - the bleeding would not stop!
Blood strands formed into strands, strands into trickles, and trickles into streams - their bodies were bleeding at an extremely fast rate - along with their magic power!
Those wizards who survived the Demon-Breaking Spear desperately used healing potions, spells, and magical items as they fled, but nothing worked!
Even if it weren't a healing, but a restorative, conceptual magic item, it was completely useless against the wound pierced by the crimson spear.
Ten seconds.
The deadly bombardment lasted only ten seconds, but for everyone else present, it felt like a lifetime—the rain of light from the divine spears carried them along, transforming them into blood spots amidst the massive explosion.
Their lives had truly ended in those ten seconds.
Ten seconds later,
hundreds of exploding divine spears would unleash a massive chain of earthquakes, the equivalent of a magnitude 5 earthquake—houses began to tremble, but fortunately, the paintings on the walls didn't collapse—men and women on the streets of London huddled against walls in panic, feeling the ground shake. The
underground bombardment lasted only ten seconds,
but the intense tremors lingered for a full five minutes.
After five minutes, the tremors, felt throughout London, finally subsided. Many, still shaken, rose hesitantly, surveying their surroundings in disbelief—nothing had happened, nothing had collapsed. The earthquake had come too suddenly.
The wizards hidden in the Muggle world felt the intensely vibrant magic in the air, their expressions solemn.
Just now, an unimaginably powerful wizard was casting a spell.
What had he done? He had caused such a commotion. Had something truly shocking occurred while they were unaware?
Could a spell of this power have been cast by Dumbledore?
Inside the cafe, Rita Skeeter, a writer for the Daily Prophet, adjusted her glasses, her nerves finally relaxed. Then, a burst of curiosity erupted—
who was it? What had happened?! Could a battle rivaling the War of the Century be happening again?
Inside the Ministry of Magic,
all officials were mobilized, except for the Aurors, who stood or sat silently in the Auror's office.
They, too, felt the unparalleled tremors and the spread of magical energy. Because the Ministry was underground, they felt it even more intensely than the wizards above ground!
"That noise, it must be Mortus's action,"
the guarding Auror whistled, and the others laughed.
"This isn't a funny thing—this commotion is so loud, it's unprecedented!"
Some, however, frowned instead.
"This will arouse the suspicion of Muggles, and it will take some effort to cover up afterwards."
"More than that. What will happen after he makes such a big fuss this time?"
"What else can we do? Of course, a lot of dark wizards will die again, and then we will go to welcome the return of our hero - is there any other choice!"
"Is that so? You don't understand. There's more than one person behind this black market. Caliban's going to offend a lot of powerful people this time."
"So what? What will happen?" someone fumed.
"He'll be in court at the Wizengamot! What do you think will happen?"
an Auror, equally worried about Mortos's situation, shouted.
"He just did the right thing. Who are they to judge him?"
"Enough! Stop arguing here! Go back to your business! Do you think he didn't consider the consequences before doing these things?"
The sealed gates reopened, and the chaotic magic power returned—now that the battle had begun, there was no need to control the people here.
Aurors immediately Apparated away—some to report the situation, others to rush to the battlefield.
Although it was too late for either,
Damon flicked his wand amidst the ruins and dust.
A fierce wind swept a gray mixture of stone bricks and various types of lime, sweeping out along the passageway of the underground palace.
Damon was the only one still able to stand.
He waved his wand again, undeterred. The ground, shattered as though struck by a missile, began to vibrate. Countless stone hands rose from the ground, lifting broken limbs high into the air. These bodies were still bleeding, their bright red blood streaming down the stone pillars beneath them.
Anyone else witnessing this scene might have thought they had stumbled into some cult.
The only person left intact was the elusive man who called himself X.
"Then, let's fire another shot at the main leader."
Daemon summoned another bolt of light, aiming it at X's motionless form. A dazzling white light shone through the air, forming a flowing stream of arrows.
The next moment, the already dead X suddenly awoke!
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green, deadly light shot out from the tip of the wand, hurtling towards Daemon at breakneck speed, only to be blocked by the heavy ice shield that blocked its path.
At the same moment, X suddenly grabbed the collar of his clothes, revealing a blue diamond-shaped gemstone necklace.
"Recall!"
With this urgent voice, the gemstone necklace emanated a blindingly bright light. Two concentric circles of light emerged from within the necklace, instantly enveloping X's body—his body becoming ethereal and transparent.
"Mortos."
X's face darkened. He wanted to make some harsh remarks before leaving, but in the end, he said nothing. He was afraid of angering the other party.
If the other party pursued him recklessly, his elite troops would have been wiped out, leaving only a few professionals. On second thought, there was really no need to provoke this monster.
"Whoa!"
The circle of light suddenly shook, and X's body was instantly sucked into it—the circle of light then shattered into a point of light, and X's figure disappeared.
"Interesting! Apparition is forbidden here, yet he managed to teleport away?"
A glint flashed in Damon's eyes. Just now, he had witnessed the necklace's workings—a wizard versed in teleportation had used it as a makeshift portkey, teleporting X's body away.
So, should he give up?
Damon pondered for a moment, then decided against it. While he was hesitating, the other party would have escaped immediately after the teleportation.
His hesitation simply felt unnecessary. He
was just a black market executive; he didn't really care.
People feared evil because they lacked the strength to combat it.
And this X?
Damon would fight him as many times as he saw him.
He didn't need to dwell on such defeated characters, as they were already behind him, and the gap between him and him would only widen.
Besides, it seemed like he had gone too far this time. He felt a little exhausted.
Since entering his second year, even when he and Dumbledore faced Voldemort possessing Lockhart, he had never felt so exhausted—after all, he had just endured over twenty curses in one go.
Although Occlumency blocked most of the effects of the divine curse, his body, unlike magical creatures with their powerful magical resistance, seemed to be somewhat affected.
"Cough,"
Damon coughed lightly, clearing the blood deficiency in his throat and casting a head-boosting curse on himself. Hmm, feeling a little relieved.
After this battle, he had gained a lot of insights.
His understanding of the Dark Arts was still too shallow.
Simply using magic to block a spell designed to kill was too risky. Every time he blocked the Killing Curse, he secretly broke into a sweat.
If only there was magic that could completely block it. Well, it wasn't impossible. If I used Dark Magic as a defensive measure, combining Transfiguration and Charms to create a new defensive spell, I wonder if it could block the Killing Curse?
I'll try again sometime.
Thinking of this, Damon couldn't help but sigh.
Ultimately, it's still my lack of firepower.
The Sharpshooter is still too slow to kill, which gave those people the opportunity to harm me.
In the previous battle, if the Patronus had not noticed the sudden eruption of the curse on him, it would have been really troublesome for him to deal with so many curses at the same time.
It's time to put the research of the Kepler fairy fire on the agenda - then he will be Uchiha Itachi, burning these people to death with the 'Amaterasu' fairy fire with just a glance!
"My lord, are you okay?"
Jinsley's figure hurriedly appeared.
"It's okay, have you dealt with the following things?"
"Yes, there are a lot of magical items and some Muggles and wizard children, a bunch of beasts!"
Damon heard the words and walked towards the item storage area. Seeing many Muggles with lifeless eyes, sadness flashed in his eyes.
Since coming to this world, most of the people he has seen are very beautiful, which also made him subconsciously think that the magical world is like this.
Now it seems that he hasn't killed enough.
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