great-warnovel Chapter 395 Pleasing God
Chapter 395 Pleasing God
Chapter 395 Pleasing God
Miriam's disappearance.
Hermione took a step forward, passing directly through the area where everyone was fighting, and arrived behind the Defender mech.
She leaned closer to examine the gyroscope encased in the metal pillar. Her invisibility magic and the dark red energy were interfering with each other, and there was a tendency for it to be broken. She quickly fired another shot.
But even a slight disturbance has distorted the air, and if any of the people currently fighting could take a moment to look, they would notice something amiss.
"Is this technology?" Hermione asked, increasingly puzzled as she got closer.
She has recently read a lot of Muggle books about science. Although it is still a long way from advanced applications, she has gained a basic understanding of what science can do and its development path.
She could understand how the engine worked, the relationship between electric current and magnetic fields, the proportions of gunpowder and chemical reactions, but none of this could explain how science could counteract magic.
No discipline can cross the boundary between these two. Whether it's magnetic fields or other waves or particles, scientists can achieve all sorts of phenomena that seem like miracles, but they are like things from two different dimensions, and they don't intersect with magic.
If science can truly discover the microscopic nature of magic and curb it, it also means that science can do the opposite and enable ordinary people to learn and use magic!
Obviously, this is impossible at present.
"Fairy technology—it's nothing more than a different kind of magical forging," she murmured.
Having read the Book of Legnac, she understood that the so-called Extinctionist technical black box was nothing more than a magical creation that appeared to be a technological product, made using the "I think" method.
Muggle-made pneumatic rifles can never match the efficiency of those made by fairies, and their energy consumption is ridiculously high; blessed alloys are heat-resistant, self-repairing, lightweight, and agile; in the manufacture of lathes and the shaping of fine parts, fairy magic can easily achieve a level that Muggles can hardly reach.
"If this stabilizer is essentially magic—"
She thought of the forbidden magic phrases in runes, which could indeed achieve a similar level of magic. In fact, she and Hilmi could even use runes to seal away the ancient darkness.
"Have the fairies already developed large-scale anti-magic artifacts that can exist independently of their creators?" She frowned. This was not a good thing. In the thousands of years that the wizarding world had been working, they had not developed any treasures that could suppress magic on a large scale. Otherwise, if they had placed one in important places such as Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic, there would be no need for any terrorist attacks.
If this device were miniaturized and equipped on every witch hunter, they would truly become witch killers, instead of being limited to fighting against tits as they are now.
The battle continued, with howling winds blowing from the tips of the wands. The wizards finally managed to expel the smoke and poison gas, but what followed were the rabid witch hunters.
Her target this time was the witch who had just inhaled the poisonous fumes and was now frantically gulping down the antidote, her face ashen.
The metal protrusions on her legs shot out, transforming into small but deadly missiles that streaked erratically toward the witch.
At the same time, powerful whip kicks combined with jet propulsion followed closely behind.
The wizard beside him unleashed a large number of demonic nets from his sleeves. The pitch-black vines also appeared to be special individuals that had undergone herbalism-induced mutations. The plant tentacles with sharp barbs intercepted the missiles while wrapping around the witch hunter.
On the other side, a male wizard leaped up and transformed into a huge white bear, pouncing down like Mount Tai.
Ordinary spells are not very effective at this moment, but magical plants and animals are unaffected by the transformation.
The fact that this wizard could complete the Animagus at Durmstrang shows he's quite talented.
Together with Regulus, the other wizards erected a thick barrier to withstand the defenders' fierce firepower.
This guy not only had a hand cannon, but also a heavy machine gun in the armored box on his back, which he was now pulling out and firing wildly at the wizards.
Countless missiles, like flies and mosquitoes, struck the vines, exploding into bursts of flame. Facing the attacks of the devil's net and the polar bear, the witch hunter remained calm. Her fully metallic right leg softened and deformed in mid-air like liquid, transforming into a razor, and she slashed the vines with one foot.
At the same time, he turned to the side, bent down in a horse stance, and used his left hand to hold back the white bear that was pouncing like a mountain of flesh!
Steam billowed from his body as if released from pressure, and the witch hunter smiled, ignoring the crushed concrete beneath his feet.
With a flick of his right hand, he unleashed a sharp silver blade and slashed upwards, leaving a gruesome wound on the polar bear's abdomen.
"Foolish beast~"
Animagus instantly vanished, revealing a huge gash in the abdomen of the sorcerer in human form. His comrades quickly pulled him back to the crowd, splashing large amounts of white essence and healing potions on the wound, but it would likely take a long time to heal.
"I please God with the blood of the devil!" the witch hunter shouted madly and fanatically, licking the blood off his silver blade.
"I'll cover you, you cover me," Regulus instructed, leaving his position to another wizard.
He turned around and unleashed a deadly curse at a rather tricky angle.
"The killing intent isn't strong enough. In this environment, even if it hits, it'll only cause a nosebleed—." Hermione sighed to herself, hiding beside the stabilizer.
Avada Kedavra can be understood as the fulfillment of the wish to kill the other party. When magic is suppressed, its original effect is weakened. In addition, since his will is not strong enough, the lightning looks somewhat gentle and cute.
However, the witch hunter did not choose to take the hit head-on. Instead, he popped out two grappling hooks from his waist, nailed them to the ceiling, and pulled her up rapidly.
Then, using the momentum, he leaped again and pounced on Regulus.
Behind him were his comrades busy tending to the wounded. The wizard did not retreat, but continued to wave his wand.
Gravel and shrapnel were ejected from the ground.
A dark curse clings to the fragments; even a tiny touch will seep into the body.
He wouldn't have used such an inefficient method if normal spellcasting wasn't difficult to take effect at this time.
He stepped forward, wisps of fiery flames erupting from the tip of his staff. He was about to face the witch hunter head-on, wielding curses and fiery flames.
Let's see which one she wants to eat!
Black fragments rained down, and surging black demonic fire formed a terrifying snake's head.
The witch hunter, however, was filled with excitement, the metal cross embedded in her forehead gleaming brightly—it was her faith!
She stretched out her hands, and the protrusions on her legs, like small missiles, sprang out and launched, accurately colliding with the cursed shrapnel. She herself continued forward, her sharp silver blade aimed directly at the sorcerer behind the Fiendfire.
"She's charging straight at us through the flames!" The flames couldn't stop a physical entity from passing through, and Regulus was startled, quickly ducking and rolling over.
The two figures crossed paths in an instant, changed positions, and then stood up again.
Regulus had a bloody gash on his shoulder that almost reached his artery, but fortunately it wasn't deep and would heal quickly with the help of white sap.
The witch hunter's hair and face were covered in black flames that, once ignited, could not be extinguished!
But the next moment, under the astonished gazes of the wizards, she nonchalantly grabbed the skin on her neck and tore it off, pulling out all the fur from her head!
Sleek metal met bone, blood-stained tendons and tubes intertwined, yet she seemed oblivious to pain, tossing aside the increasingly blazing fur in her hand, her bulging eyes and mechanical prosthetic eye simultaneously fixed on Regulus.
He grinned, revealing a creepy smile.
"Again!" She raised the blade stained with Regulus's blood and brought it to her mouth again, tasting his blood.
This guy is a complete madman!
Hermione frowned slightly. It seemed that the wizards had run out of options in the current situation, and she should consider stepping in to save Regulus.