great-warnovel Chapter 361 Blood of Sorrow
Chapter 361 Blood of Sorrow
Chapter 361 Blood of Sorrow
Leaving aside Draco's incursion into the city, the wizards' defensive lines were becoming increasingly precarious.
It wasn't because the impact of the merchants had become stronger, but rather because these chaotic Muggles trying to escape had seriously affected the wizards' battle.
Trampling, screaming, and even fighting—these homeless people, with no sense of order whatsoever, were like a snowball that kept growing bigger and bigger, pushing and shoving, shouting and cursing. Every time the Blood Nobles swooped down, they would emit a terrifying sound that would pierce eardrums.
Harry's transformed deer ran through the air, its light suppressing some dark and evil things. Even though Lucius was far superior to him, these blood nobles could not withstand a single charge from him.
But the bloodstains grew thicker and thicker, and the monsters were never-ending. Even with his boundless energy, he would eventually tire.
Under the influence of the rioting crowd, the defenses built by the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors nearly collapsed. Some lucky brokers rushed into the crowd, biting anyone they saw, and in just a few moments, they could drain a living person dry.
Those blood nobles were even more cunning; seeing that they couldn't accomplish anything within Harry's protected area, they simply flew far away.
The city is so big that some Muggles, in their panic, have already run far away. The wizards can't possibly take care of them all, and those who have run away have become the meal of these flying demons.
Like real vampires, they grab people and lift them into the air, bite through their necks and suck their blood. They also have a perverse sense of humor, passing people around among their companions, tossing them back and forth for amusement. Even though they have lost their own will, those vile qualities are as stubborn as if they were engraved in their bones.
These monsters, originally created by shapeshifting and evil magic, seemed to become more agile after drinking human blood. Their intelligence and lethality increased significantly, putting even more pressure on the defending wizards.
"If he really eats up the whole city—" Kisslaghorn shuddered at the thought of it; perhaps Lucius really would succeed.
"No, we have to retreat! The blood light is spreading!" Moody's staff tip glowed with the light of a guardian deity, struggling to resist the approaching blood light, but the effect was not good. For now, they had no choice but to abandon the fireplace and make other plans.
The approaching merchants and the blood nobles driving them away from the sky were about to break through the defenses, and the unarmed Muggles were like a delicious buffet, waiting to be devoured.
"Vulcan clears the way!"
An aged voice suddenly rang out from behind the precarious defensive line, followed by a surge of blazing white flames.
The warm wind carried the scent of burning, like a dazzling canopy, with swirling fiery clouds churning above people's heads before suddenly rushing out and turning the seemingly endless banks in front of them to ashes.
The blood nobles, who had narrowly escaped death, hurriedly flew away, still looking at the scorching millstone that was still swirling around with lingering fear.
The wizards turned around with delight and saw Dumbledore, who had been keeping his eyes closed, now floating around Slughorn, his expression serious and the white light emanating from him shifting between light and shadow.
"Let the elderly, women, and children go first! Throw out everyone who's fighting and causing trouble!" His icy voice boomed like a bell.
Under the suppression of absolute power, no one dared to cause trouble anymore.
New players continued to be generated from the Scarlet City, but with Dumbledore as their leader, the wizards regained their confidence and finally held the line once again.
"Dad!" In the newly reconstructed Peacock Square, amidst the gloomy and twisted buildings and streets, the enormous platinum peacock sculpture exudes majesty. Draco rushed here, now directly beneath Lucius, and shouted loudly. All around him was a city shattered and reassembled, covered in blood and thorns, just as he had seen in the spiritual world.
In the sky, the man who was almost covered in blood, surrounded by countless hands, focused on maintaining his magic, a man whom even Hermione's powerful weather spell and Dumbledore's Vulcan's clearing of the way could not disturb, suddenly paused at this call.
But he seemed to have lost his sight; thick blood and red light enveloped him completely, and deformed giant hands blocked his entire field of vision.
"Draco?! Is that you? You've come to Daddy's?" he said, a hint of joy in his voice.
"I knew you'd understand Dad, right?"
"Everything Dad does is for you and Mom!"
His voice, cutting through layers of obstruction, became distorted and blurred, to Draco it sounded almost inhuman.
He took a deep breath: "Stop! Don't do this again!"
These words startled Lucius.
"I—my mother and I don't want to see you like this!" Draco shouted at his father in the air, mustering his courage.
"We're still waiting for you to finish your sentence, we're still waiting for you to come home!" His son's shouts made Lucius tremble even more, but the layers of hands protected him and also kept him at bay.
"Look at yourself now! You've made so many mistakes! But you don't even have the courage to face them and correct them!"
"Nobody's on your side! Are you going to live with these disgusting monsters forever?!"
His words stung Lucius's frenzied heart. As if enraged, he waved a hand of unknown origin, and from the shadows of the streets, hordes of zombies emerged.
"Shut up, Draco! You're still as ignorant as ever!" The angry shout echoed across the square. "My foolish son! It seems you've been corrupted quite a bit in that hypocritical school!"
"I'll have to lock you up first, and then I'll educate you slowly later!"
The walkers closed in, stretching out their withered arms, gradually surrounding Draco and sealing off his escape route.
"Get out of my way!" The boy slashed open his palm, and a violent burst of blood and thorns burst forth, stringing all the zombies together.
"The Malfoy bloodline, is it really going to be ruined like this?" Although he couldn't see it, Lucius could smell his son's blood. It was the same noble bloodline as his own. In the crimson, filthy light, several blood nobles were born out of thin air. They pounced down, trying to grab Draco into the air, but the boy was still dealing with the endless stream of customers and had no time to pay attention to anything else.
"Get away from him!" A weak, uncertain silver light suddenly appeared, and the fiery spirit deer came flying through the air, smashing the monster that pounced down on it.
It's Harry! And within his faint silver light are Ron, Neville, and Maria!
Narcissa also came with the children!
Her face was deathly pale, and her hand holding the wand was trembling slightly. After so many years of pampered life, all she could remember now were some healing spells. Her fighting ability was probably not even as good as these children's.
"Draco, come here!" Ron called out, shield raised, while keeping a watchful eye on the horde of walkers that seemed to have been provoked.
"We have to get out of here quickly! Harry's light won't last much longer!" Even Hermione's moonlight couldn't get through; it was a miracle that Harry even managed to get in.
"Your father has gone mad." Narcissa looked at her son with pity, took his hand, and used a spell to heal the wound.
"No—your father is long dead!"
The Crimson City trembled. Perhaps Narcissa's words had thoroughly provoked Lucius, whose body trembled even more violently, and a blood-red light that almost obscured all color spread out.
"Ah ha~ Potter, Weasley, Longbottom—and—Narcissa, you're also of Black blood!"
"I'll devour you all, and then I can go even further!" He roared madly, as if he had given up on himself, and the whole city trembled with his madness.