great-warnovel Chapter 393 Congealed Blood
Chapter 393 Congealed Blood
Chapter 393 Congealed Blood
In modern warfare, dragons are not particularly powerful creatures. They are not as fast as fighter jets, and although their scales are thick, they cannot stop high-yield missiles. Their breath attack has a limited range, and their claws and teeth are futile.
On the contrary, these dragons, unafraid of death and injury, are better able to handle aerial combat than when they were alive.
A piercing shriek echoed from the sky behind them, the remains of dragons utterly destroyed by missiles, from which spewed forth large numbers of ferocious ghosts.
It was a dead shaman from the Malay Party!
These magical souls, harboring deep hatred for Muggles, have a high probability of transforming into vengeful ghosts after death, driven by their obsession. Under the protection and magical blessing of their former brethren, they nurture their hatred and accumulate their resentment day after day, waiting for the day when they can fight for the ideals of wizards once again!
Grindelwald... even uses dead wizards?
Hermione thought to herself that, given the dragon's size and magic resistance, forcibly summoning it using dark magic would require immense magical power and profound skill, consuming a considerable amount of wizards' energy. In the end, it would be better to have wizards cast a spell together.
Instead, they used ghosts to drive the user body, killing two birds with one stone.
The biting frosty wind blew down from above, and the screaming ghosts, undeterred by bullets, surged toward the fortress like a flood.
The pale ghost was incredibly fast, and like a natural cover for Regulus and his men, it pounced on the Muggle soldiers who were firing in vain.
"Watch out for close-in weapon systems!"
Regulus charged ahead, munching on chocolate and shouting with white smoke billowing from his ears.
The cannons on the fortress were turned around one by one and fired fiercely at the dark figure in the sky, but the dragon corpse was not afraid of bullets. At most, it was just knocked far away. If it was shattered, the ghosts inside would be even more difficult to deal with.
The wizards waved their wands, deflecting the stray bullets one by one, but some unlucky ones were still shattered by a single shot.
Hermione showed no pity for the wizard's death, because no one mourns the death of a Muggle.
She remained expressionless. Protected by gravity magic, no bullet could hit her as she remained invisible, and even the bullets flying towards Regulus were pulled off course.
"This is the foundation that UMNO has built up—"
Hundreds of ghosts, not all of the Fire Army soldiers who died over the past decades can remain in the world, nor can all their souls be retrieved. It is unknown how long it will take to collect them all before these dozen or so dragons can move.
Even without Regulus and Sven's suicide squad, the fully committed Bastards were perfectly capable of crushing Volgograd's defenses head-on, but the losses would have been too great.
They passed through that invisible barrier as if they had squeezed into a viscous swamp. The magical items on their bodies flickered and trembled, and some of the less refined ones shattered and became ineffective.
The ghosts flickered as if the signal was bad, but the power of the phenomenon stabilizer was not enough to drive them away; it only made their stability worse.
Hermione's invisibility spell was also disrupted, but fortunately she was strong enough to regain her composure with a little effort.
The suicide squad wizards had already put away their brooms and turned into puffs of black smoke. Regulus, leading the charge, waved his wand and unleashed a powerful blast spell at the thick concrete roof, but it didn't blast through—the weakened magic still had some impact.
After two more shots, the wizards behind them followed suit and cast spells, finally blasting a hole in the top of the heavy fortress.
Like being engulfed in thick smoke, they rushed into the fortress, only to be met with a storm of intertwined metal upon landing.
"Cover!" Regulus shouted, and layers of armored spells unfolded from everyone's bodies. Even the fairy bullets lost their momentum after penetrating several layers of protection.
A male wizard pressed his hand to the ground, and a powerful repulsive force erupted, blasting away the soldiers who tried to surround him.
A ghastly green death curse shot from the tip of another witch's staff, turning a soldier wearing an exoskeleton into a human form.
Regulus straightened up and looked around. Besides the wizards, the pale ghosts had also come in through the walls. They were yelling and harassing many Muggles. They fired their guns in vain, only to have ricochets hit friendly fire.
He raised his hand and pulled a dying soldier towards him. As their eyes met, he activated the Mind Control Technique, and the information in the other soldier's mind was opened to him as if he were defenseless.
"Go down! The phenomenon stabilizer is at the bottom of the fortress!"
Hermione followed them, watching as the wizards formed a battle formation, easily tearing through the Muggle defenses and charging down as if into an empty field.
The dark red energy field weakened the magic's power, but as long as it wasn't completely ineffective, it could still cause significant damage to Muggles.
In such an interior filled with obstacles, steel bars suddenly emerging from the walls or a collar suddenly tightening can all become deadly weapons, and the large weapons in the fortress are all facing outwards, making it impossible to use them indoors.
The Muggles could only use their numbers to slow Regulus's descent.
The intense firepower blocked the stairwell, so the wizards threw alchemical bombs down to shatter the floorboards and crush the soldiers below into a bloody pulp. If it weren't for the limitations of their magic, they could probably have charged even more recklessly.
It wasn't until the arrival of a series of ceramic-powered mechs that the wizards' downward momentum was finally halted.
"Damn it! It's a fairy's blessing!"
Seeing that neither curses nor transformation spells were effective against the charging steel monster, the wizards cursed under their breath.
Similar to the Phenomenon Stabilizer, the fairies bless their creations with incense and special oils during the production of mechs, making many spells ineffective against the mechs and the soldiers inside.
Due to the limited number and production capacity of fairies, these types of mechs account for a small percentage, but they usually can only be destroyed by brute force.
Now that magic is suppressed, wizards will have to put in much more effort to destroy such magical steel creations.
The surging rocks tried to stop its upward progress, but under the powerful propulsion, the reinforced concrete was directly smashed. The spells fired by the wizards left a few dents on the helmets and were deflected, unable to cause any harm to the people inside.
"The spell's power weakens the further down you go! We can't do anything about it!" the wizards cried, retreating for the time being.
Yu Ming's chainsaw sword sliced through steel bars and green lightning, the explosive bolts made the stairs tremble incessantly, and the scarlet mechanical eyes seemed to be filled with hatred, wanting to tear the wizards in front of him to pieces.
"Get out of the way!" Regulus's calm voice came from behind, and the wizards quickly retreated.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his left arm, swung his staff, and a shocking wound split open from his arm all the way to his palm. The spurting blood solidified in the air like a bayonet, turning into beautiful scarlet crystals. In just an instant, it pierced through the mech's indestructible terracotta shell, impaling the soldier inside.
"Blood magic!" Hermione, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, was secretly shocked.
The taste was almost identical to Lucius's consumption of the nobles' magic! The Black family had also participated in the nobles' research into the power within their bloodlines!
However, instead of following Malfoy's path, they focused on studying the magic inherent in their own bloodline.
Unrelenting pursuit of pure bloodline to explore the source of wizarding power. In times of crisis, one can directly utilize the power within the blood to protect oneself or kill enemies!
"Blake speaks with blood—"
She sighed inwardly, watching Regulus sever the blood-red crystal pillar that extended from his arm, and almost collapsed to the ground.
"Keep going down, we don't have much time left." He stood up with a pale face and gulped down a bottle of blood-replenishing medicine.