great-warnovel Chapter 323 Approaching the End
Chapter 323 Approaching the End
Chapter 323 Approaching the End
When Hilmi finished channeling the massive weather spell, he wiped the sweat from his brow.
Looking up, she saw her half-hermione, like a female demon, wielding a twisted bone spear that radiated a captivating, golden light.
"This is so inelegant—," he muttered to himself, turning to look at his work.
Driven by the energy of a large portion of a nuclear bomb, he cast the Weather Charm perfectly. As Hermione's rational half and a soul born under the influence of the Dark Moon, his magical talent is top-notch. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a magical prodigy on earth.
Even though it was the first complete spell cast after its creation, it was mastered very quickly and executed perfectly.
A gentle breeze forms a huge circular field with a radius of more than ten kilometers, which continues to circulate, keeping dust clouds and radiation out. Clean water vapor is filtered in as clouds, while the warm wind is blocked and will not easily escape.
Like an enormous ecological dome, from now on, sunlight will shine in without obstruction, and clean rain and snow will fall naturally. Even in the face of severe weather, there is no fear. This large-scale weather spell is still under control, and Hilmi can adjust the weather in the field at any time to make it more pleasant.
"The energy of half a nuclear bomb is enough to sustain this weather spell for ten years, but what happens after that?" Hilmi thought for a moment.
"Or should we seduce Muggles and keep dropping nuclear bombs?"
He was thinking that he feared the world was not chaotic enough, but the battle above caught his attention.
Hermione slowly shook the bone spear, and waves of yellow light spread out, accompanied by the shrill cries of the dead basilisk, like a spell to annihilate the undead.
Under the cleansing light, the chaotic horde of wronged souls seemed to dissolve upon contact with water. The deep green color on their bodies gradually faded, and their tormented souls slowly disintegrated under the dim light, dispersing into the most basic soul particles and vanishing into the world.
Voldemort's true form, though transformed into a vengeful spirit, is not truly disintegrated. Instead, amidst the piercing shrieks, his head throbs with pain, the illusion dissipates, and his hideous figure reappears in the air.
"Ah~" He clutched his head, feeling as if a venomous snake was biting his brain. The waves of pain made it impossible for him to concentrate.
"You blasphemer, all the children you have devoured will now become your killers." Hermione pointed her spear, and the light from the Basilisk's eyes narrowed into a beam, pinning Voldemort within it.
The wronged souls that had just vanished into thin air now stand in the sky as illusory children, their bodies turned pure milky white, like ghosts, staring expressionlessly at the murderer below.
"No! I have completed my transformation!" Voldemort gasped for breath.
"I no longer need the souls of these pathetic lives!"
"They are nothing but my insignificant vassals! Even if you purify them all, it will not affect my immortality!" He roared as he floated in Hermione's yellow light, tearing open his own chest.
There, where flesh and heart once stood, now only a dazzling green light pulsed.
Like a destructive new star, or a filthy demonic eye, what shone from his chest was a blasphemous, all-consuming greed and lust. The yellow light of the Serpent's Hunting Spear was slowly pushed back by his green light. But this made sense. Whether it was the transformation of the Basilisk or the immortality of the Death Eaters, it was all based on the power of the Well of Immortality before Voldemort's transformation. Now Voldemort was no longer limited to the Well of Immortality, and the previous methods obviously could not completely suppress him.
"Then let's have a righteous brawl!" Hilmi's voice came from below.
Before anyone could react, a powerful beam of light, even more potent than the castle's sapphire cannon, surged upwards and engulfed Voldemort.
Comet Yazler
One of the Origin Magicians, Yazler's magic.
One of the "legendary magics".
The origin that Yazler glimpsed was darkness—a dark abyss that, besides robbing him of his mind, also instilled fear in him.
With the radiant core brimming with energy, Hilmi, wielding a silver staff, was arguably the most powerful archmage. The stellar torrents he unleashed were like a reversed waterfall of light, instantly annihilating the arrogant Voldemort who was about to unleash his fury.
"Don't be careless, he's not dead yet," Dumbledore said at the opportune moment.
His gaze swept between Hilmi and Hermione, and he finally found the source of the boy's familiarity—he looked so much like Hermione.
As if in response to the White Wizard's words, a cloud of green smoke instantly condensed behind Hilmi, and the crazed Voldemort was resurrected, shooting a bolt of lightning at Hilmi, who had just finished his spell and had no time to turn around.
But there was a special magic between their bodies. In the blink of an eye, Hilmi and Hermione had switched places. The boy who was originally facing the Death Curse with his back turned had become a girl holding a spear, ready to strike.
"A Kalia-style retaliation!"
Even a great wizard's killing curse could be easily deflected by Hermione at her current level.
At the same time, a dim yellow blade of energy slashed down, combined with three dark green magic lightsabers, to create a fatal blow.
Voldemort was taken aback by the two switching places and narrowly escaped by turning into smoke, but Dumbledore's annoying runic light wrapped around him again.
Not only that, Hilmi, having escaped danger, also waved her staff, and countless brilliant meteor showers shot out, chasing Voldemort's figure and drawing beautiful blue streaks in the air.
Now, facing the combined attack of the three great wizards, Voldemort could no longer hold on. His magic and mental strength were almost at their limits, and he had used all his trump cards. Now, he didn't even have a chance to escape.
Two at a distance and one nearby, the three great wizards worked together seamlessly, unleashing a barrage of binding spells. Hermione, however, was the real danger, like a venomous snake, always appearing at crucial moments when he was exhausted, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
Even though the two children were still somewhat inexperienced, with the help of the cunning Dumbledore, it seemed only a matter of time before their lives were finally brought to an end.
Just then, from the far eastern edge of the Forbidden Forest, in the direction from which the Muggle army had come, a huge explosion rang out.
Then came a deafening roar as the building collapsed, sending plumes of dust billowing into the air and drawing the attention of the four people in the air.
"Scrimgeour and his men succeeded; the goblin cave has been destroyed." Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction.
This means that the Muggle army will receive no further support, and the remaining, demoralized soldiers...
There is only one way out: to become a prisoner.
"It's just us left. It's time to end this war," Hermione's calm voice came from beside me.