great-warnovel Chapter 359 The Kingdom of My Own
Chapter 359 The Kingdom of My Own
Chapter 359 The Kingdom of My Own
Rumble—.
Like an earthen dragon piercing the earth, a huge cloud of dust spread from the inner city all the way to the outer city.
The half of the city, which had already tilted due to the previous earthquake, continued to collapse amidst the violent tremors.
Hermione and Lucius's battle was no longer confined to its original area; their destructive power and the battle zone were growing larger and larger, forcing the crowd watching from afar to retreat even further.
Overall, Hermione was the one dominating the fight. Lucius had risen through the ranks by taking shortcuts and hadn't had much time to familiarize himself with the power of a great wizard. His application of magic wasn't much better than before, and he still used the noble fighting style of throwing objects at people, only now he had acquired enormous magical power out of thin air.
"You lowly mudblood!" Lucius flew out of the smoke and dust, as if he were becoming increasingly enraged. A thin layer of blood seeped from his eyes and under his skin, and an even thicker crimson light began to spread.
His hundred hands stretched out in all directions, growing larger and longer, as if trying to grasp and control everything.
He was like a dark red sun, proclaiming his majesty and his own order.
The entire dilapidated city began to transform in the filthy rainbow light. The decaying castle rose from the abyss that had been cracked open. Blood and thorns climbed the walls and eaves. The buildings that had been destroyed suddenly reappeared in their original places, but they became sinister and terrifying. A layer of illusory reality was gradually covering Malfoy Castle, replacing the previous one.
"This is my city! My country!" A hundred arms, accompanied by a hundred voices, and Lucius's face seemed to be superimposed with a hundred faces, layered upon each other in the dim, scarlet halo, making it almost impossible to see his own features.
"I am the ruler! I am the authority! My command is absolute order!"
Some of the outstretched hands resembled wings, others resembled supporting flower pedestals, and still others resembled menacing spikes. They circled around Lucius, releasing wave after wave of turbid waves.
Malfoy Castle, shrouded in crimson light, seemed to be in another world, where an invisible magic twisted everything, reshaping it into the form Lucius desired.
Upon discovering all this, Hermione immediately transformed into a golden, radiant moon, unleashing her own light to fight against it.
But perhaps it was because of the special significance that Malfoy Castle held for Lucius and the pure-blooded family lineage within him that Hermione's dazzling golden radiance, though even more powerful, was unable to suppress the rainbow light spreading throughout the entire city.
"Magic is a power of the mind, and the wizards' struggle is a struggle of wills!" She suddenly remembered what Professor Flitwick had said a long time ago.
Perhaps this city was too important to Lucius, or perhaps he genuinely believed that this city was his private property, where his power expanded infinitely, allowing him to rise against the tide despite being at a disadvantage, and pushing Hermione's moonlight into the air, unable to land.
On the ground, in the hazy, crimson Illusion Malfoy Castle, countless gloomy, numb, zombie-like inhabitants emerged from the mottled blood and mud, blindly gazing at their masters in the sky. Meanwhile, in mid-air, some noble, vampire-like aristocrats emerged from the murky rainbow light. They were subordinate to Lucius, yet still the rulers, governing the lowly people who crawled out of the mud and blood on the ground.
"My kingdom, my order, shall not be disturbed!" He looked up and saw Hermione, who had turned into a golden moon but could not fall, then turned to look at the ant-like crowd outside the city.
"By devouring you all, I can build a kingdom that truly belongs to me!"
With a flick of the cane, as if issuing a command for an army to march, the flying blood nobles and the commoners below moved in unison, heading towards the gathering place of the crowd outside the city.
"This is terrible!" Moody looked at Dumbledore in his arms, who, although his condition had calmed down, was still unconscious. His body, which had been materialized by Transfiguration, was now half-real and half-ethereal, giving him a feeling of being unable to grasp it.
"Get the Aurors organized! Hold off these monsters while the rest of the group continues to evacuate!"
As he spoke, he drew his wand, forming the first line of defense with the members of the Order of the Phoenix.
Meanwhile, high in the sky, Hermione launched another attack.
"Lucius! I am your opponent!" Seeing that she could not resist the light of the moon, Hermione transformed back into human form, raised her staff, and stirred the sky, activating an astonishing weather spell.
Bolts of lightning rained down, constantly shaking the crimson kingdom below. Lucius, who was doing his best to maintain this world, had no energy to retaliate. However, the effect of the lightning was indeed limited. Even though Hermione mixed the All-Ending Curse into the Weather Charm, just like when she fought the fake Barty, she could only dissolve a small part of the rainbow light.
Below, the defensive line built by the Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix had collided with the monsters controlled by Lucius. Spells exploded in the crowd, while flying blood nobles constantly harassed their heads.
The faces of these nobles bore a striking resemblance to those Lucius had devoured. The Aurors even saw their superior, Borginbock. At this point, they had lost their own will and were merely Lucius's puppets. Although they could still cast spells, they were quite rigid, which gave the Aurors a chance to catch their breath.
Behind them, many wizard residents joined in, fighting against the seemingly endless army of merchants. But no matter how many they killed, just as many more would be born in the illusory city ahead.
"Is his magic inexhaustible?! How can it keep generating more and more?!"
"He didn't use magic to create the city! It's just a massive, evil transfiguration spell that's keeping the city in this state. If this transfiguration spell isn't destroyed, these city residents will continue to exist!" Slughorn said, trying to understand Lucius's state as he cast the spell.
"Why didn't you bring the flying broomsticks?! The air cavalry are just foolishly casting spells on the ground now!" the Aurors cursed.
"There's definitely something wrong! Even if he's consumed all the purebloods, he shouldn't have such powerful magic!" Hermione frowned.
From the start of the war until now, Lucius has never spared any effort. No matter what spells he casts or what defenses he uses, he always uses powerful and heavy attacks. Even if all the purebloods were drained, it would be impossible to sustain such a drain.
"Could it be the effect of ancient magic? Did he really extract some power beyond his realm from pure blood?"
Looking at Lucius in the rainbow light, he seemed to be soaking in blood, with a hundred hands radiating a frosted glass-like blood light, constantly dyeing the world the color he hoped for.
"He doesn't use his newfound power; he just clumsily radiates that light outwards." Within the Crimson Kingdom...
This refers to the pure-blood order he established, how social classes are divided, how society functions, and even the wind and the sun must obey his commands.
If he were to actually devour the hundreds of thousands of people outside the city, he might actually bring this fake Malfoy Castle to life, and even completely change the laws of reality here!
"Ordinary magic is unlikely to suppress this pure magical light; we need to find a way—"
The witch, suspended in mid-air, thought rapidly, and soon, she unearthed a nearly forgotten, taboo spell.
"If it's light—"
"Nature requires eternal darkness to deal with it!"