great-warnovel Chapter 214 The Beast's Revenge
Chapter 214 The Beast's Revenge
Chapter 214 The Beast's Revenge
As Maria faced off against the werewolf wizard, the surrounding battle tacitly avoided them.
"I remember your scent," the wizard said, squinting.
"A virgin's blood is fresh and delicious."
"I bit you. I originally planned to turn you into my flesh slave, but unfortunately, it's been half a year and your settlement still hasn't thrown you out." It looked at the children fighting around it.
"It seems you're a large wizarding community? They've been able to supply you with wolfsbane potion for so long!"
"And these children, are your adults using us as training material?" Its mouth was full of blood, but it was the flesh and blood it had just eaten that allowed it to communicate with Maria so clearly.
"Clearly, we won't survive this full moon." The wizard appeared calm. He knew that since those adult wizards could instantly kill Hogger and still dared to let a group of children deal with them, they obviously had a thorough plan and probably even had plenty of wolfsbane potion.
"This day was bound to come sooner or later, and I've been prepared for it for a long time." It grinned, like a madman.
The little wolf girl remained silent, watching it quietly, then raised her left hand to her chest and prayed to the holy mark wrapped around it.
[The Wild Beast is Robust]
The prayer taught by the "Beast Priest" Gulang allows the vitality of the beast to reside within the body.
The prayers Maria learned in her new society could activate the werewolf's primal power within her, making her stronger.
More powerful.
A faint light emanated from within him, then quickly disappeared.
"Come on, I know you want revenge. Let me see if you've adapted well to the gift I gave you in the past six months!" The wizard, unable to see the changes in Maria's inner self, still grinned and extended his sharp claws.
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It lunged at Maria, its surging magic bringing with it a foul stench.
Maria, not to be outdone, after finishing her prayer, let out a slightly childish shout, and like a madwoman, charged at the werewolf wizard.
A muffled thud.
The two collided violently, then staggered backwards as if mirror images of each other, leaving deep marks on the ground.
"How is this possible!" the wizard exclaimed in astonishment.
It was so much older than the little wolf girl, and its size was more than a circle larger. It had not only adapted to the body and strength of a werewolf for a long time, but also had the assistance of magic.
In its mind, even if the impact didn't shatter her completely, it would at least leave her lying on the ground unable to get up for a long time.
But the result was that the two were evenly matched, and it even felt a dull ache all over its body, as if it had crashed into a Muggle's tank.
Little did it know that Maria, who had become Hermione's shadow beast, also shared her master's moonlight, and that thin layer of moon dust that enveloped her provided a considerable boost.
In addition, the powerful prayer of the beast allowed this twelve-year-old werewolf to rival the strength of an adult wizard werewolf.
Without saying a word, she regained her balance and pounced again.
Upon seeing this, the wizard werewolf took a deep breath and exhaled it forward.
The powerful gust of air shot out like a hammer, but Maria nimbly dodged it by sidestepping, lowering her body and swinging her left hand upward from the ground. The blood-stained pebbles on the ground instantly turned into sharp shards that shot out.
The wizard hadn't expected that this Muggle girl would possess such strange spellcasting abilities, and hurriedly raised his arms to protect his face.
These sharp stones, also imbued with moonlight and mist, embedded themselves deeply into its arms and chest, nearly halfway in.
Blood flowed freely from its wound, but at this moment, the wizard could no longer care about this minor injury.
"How is that possible! You're just a Muggle! How could you possess magic!" How could an ordinary stone shard pierce its fur? There must be magical power at play!
It was in pain and terrified. Its ferocity was aroused by its injury, but the shockingly absurd cognitive shock made it dare not rush forward to bite.
Magic is a gift, a conclusion reached throughout history. No one can bypass this barrier to grant Muggles the ability to cast spells, not even the werewolf curse.
Greyback once declared that werewolves were the ultimate destiny of mankind, and that only by turning Muggles into werewolves could they survive better in this cruel world.
This curse, which can transform ordinary people into wolves, is already outrageous and defies the heavens. And these greater powers and more perfect bodies are all obtained by exchanging reason and blood ties.
But now, it has witnessed a Muggle girl, who was infected by it and turned into a werewolf, actually using magic!
It can confirm that Maria was a pure Muggle six months ago, and that the blood of wizards has a richer flavor, a point on which werewolves have a lot to say.
"Wait! I'm willing to surrender!" It quickly dodged Maria's vicious claw.
While backing away, he said, "You're from Malfoy Castle, aren't you? Since you can already bestow magic upon Muggles..."
There must also be research on how to reverse the werewolf curse!
"Even if it's not possible now, it will definitely be possible in the future!"
"Let me join you, and I'll lead you to wipe out Greyback!"
It mistook Maria and her group for children from Malfoy Castle. Only a wizarding organization of this size, comparable to a city, would have the resources to train a group of children in this way and allow them to research things that break through traditional understanding.
If wizards have made such a breakthrough, then it might not be impossible to lift the werewolf curse. Under such circumstances, if it is possible to become a wizard again, then why should it continue to be a werewolf?
But Maria just stared at it with cold, hateful eyes, even with a hint of pity.
Even if Hermione had a way to reverse the werewolf curse, what right do these beasts, who have abandoned their humanity and become monsters, have to turn back?
All they have to do is atone for their past actions!
Maria pounced again, using the simple fighting techniques her father had taught her, combined with the werewolf's powerful physique.
They didn't give the other side a chance to breathe.
The werewolf wizard, bleeding profusely, dealt with Maria's attacks.
It kept saying nice things, but the wolf girl wouldn't listen to a single word or reply.
Finally, its werewolf ferocity was fully unleashed: "Since you want me dead so badly, let's die together!"
It abandoned all defenses, abandoned any semblance of dignity as a wizard, and fought Maria like a wild beast.
They used all the weapons that these creatures possessed, such as sharp teeth and claws.
It tore and scratched, locked in a fierce battle with Maria, its fur flying everywhere as blood once again stained the earth.
Even though the other werewolves around them were fighting fiercely, they left a large area open for them.
"Shouldn't you go and look after the child?" Bill asked.
Hermione shook her head: "The best feast of revenge is enjoyed alone."
The bestial nature residing in the moon is released, like a torrential flood, threatening to overwhelm its enemies.
As her shadow beast, she could sense Maria's condition; although it looked terrible, it wasn't fatal.