great-warnovel Chapter 396 Battle Merit Competition
Chapter 396 Battle Merit Competition
Chapter 396 Battle Merit Competition
"You shouldn't have tasted my blood," Regulus sighed softly.
If the witch hunters were previously a formidable enemy, their unparalleled skills and agile, swift modified cybernetic bodies...
This left the wizards helpless.
But everything changed after she tasted Black's blood, and Hermione lowered her raised hand.
"Blake speaks with his blood!"
Regulus reached down and wiped his hand from the wound on his shoulder. With a gentle clench, the blood in his fist seemed to boil and turn into a wisp of blue smoke.
The witch hunter in front of him realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
Although only a tiny amount of blood was ingested, in the realm of mysticism, the connection between the two has already been established.
Relying on her resistance to poison and her religious fanaticism, witch hunters often use the method of tasting their opponents' blood to intimidate them during battle. The witches she had encountered before had not used blood to attack her, which made her somewhat careless.
But now, starting from the mouth, the blood in the remaining half of the body's flesh and blood began to boil gradually, as if it were being boiled, and even spread into the prosthetic body's biological fluid!
A crackling sound, the flash of electricity from a short circuit, and the acrid smell emanated from her body, as if she were being cooked alive; half of her mind began to boil.
Before he could even scream, the high-ranking witch hunter was swiftly reduced to a dried-up corpse by the vicious black magic.
"Phew~" Regulus breathed a sigh of relief.
He glanced at the wounded who had been helped up and were barely able to stand, and at the wizards who were using their fragile armor spells to withstand the suppressive fire; they were about to give up.
Seeing his partner die, the defender simply threw away his shield, wielding a heavy machine gun in one hand and a cannon in the other, firing in turn. Half the room and corridor were reduced to fragments by the power of gunpowder and metal.
Without saying another word, Wen drew a stream of blood from the wound on his shoulder.
His face was deathly pale, but at this moment no other magic could penetrate the defender's armor. If the stalemate continued, the wizards' magic would be exhausted by the bullets.
Pushing aside the sorcerer who was struggling to maintain his defenses, Regulus's blood, like wildly growing crimson ice spikes, pierced through the metal storm with unstoppable force, swiftly piercing the defender.
Its momentum continued unabated, shattering the metal pillar and penetrating the stabilizer containing dark red energy.
"You—and your magic, will surely—go to the end." This defender, who hadn't uttered a word throughout, finally cursed the wizard in a broken electronic voice before his death.
The tyrannical blood crystals spread and grew indoors like tree roots, piercing through the heavy warrior's body into the metal pillars, looking both beautiful and eerie.
Hermione had already disappeared ahead of Regulus, appearing behind him. She was truly afraid that this guy would drain her of her blood.
If he dies here, and things go wrong, we'll cover him with phoenix feathers so he can quickly regain his life force.
He downed another bottle of blood-replenishing medicine, but it takes time for it to take effect, so taking two bottles in a row wouldn't be very effective.
The dark red energy spread one last time, then the gyroscope dimmed and went out, losing its source. The "field" that bound the wizards began to diminish and dissipate, and the feeling of casting magic at will returned.
The earth began to tremble; the tremors were coming from outside.
Regulus reached for the malfunctioning stabilizer and stuffed it into his suitcase—proof of his point. He struggled to steady himself: "Let's go. The defenses here have collapsed. The wizarding order will use magic from the outside to demolish these fortifications!"
Three stabilizers form a triangle protecting Volgograd; each time one is destroyed, the anti-magic field in one direction collapses.
Old Najjar would naturally not let such an opportunity pass by. His wizarding company would join forces to cast a spell, using an earthquake to shatter these impregnable fortresses.
Fortunately, this was already the first level of the fortress, and with the help of magic, the wizards didn't spend much time running out of the gradually cracking building.
The fierce battle in the sky continued. Only two Hulongs remained, and the fighter group suffered heavy losses, with hardly any planes left to be seen. Personnel from both sides were constantly being shot down, and two black ships had their defensive barriers breached, now smoking and slowly sliding towards the ground.
Hermione saw Krum, who was riding a broomstick, holding a wand and looking around in the air, covered in gunpowder smoke, while his comrades were visibly fewer in number.
"Should we continue?" one of the wizards asked.
The suicide squad already has several wounded, and with the Black family patriarch in extremely poor condition, they seem to have little fighting ability left. And in the next fortress, there will most likely be a defender and a high-ranking witch hunter guarding it...
Now that they have acquired a stabilizer and are ahead in terms of merit, retreating now seems justifiable.
As he hesitated, Regulus suddenly raised his head and looked at the fortress to the north.
With a rumbling sound, the towering, large fortification began to collapse.
"Sven succeeded too," she murmured, though she didn't know how he had done it.
But clearly, the competition between the two sides has returned to the starting line.
Both men destroyed a stabilizer. In the saints' deliberation, people would still tend to favor Hakangsong, who did not come from a prominent family, because he better embodied the UMNO's ideology that power equals strength.
Although the war has progressed to this point, UMNO can already declare victory.
With two stabilizers destroyed, Volgograd was almost unable to withstand the wizards' attack, but for Regulus, the war had only just reached its climax.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at his hesitant followers: "We've sacrificed so many, and almost died under Muggle guns several times. If we give up now, we might fail in everything."
He pointed to the fortress to the north: "Sven and his men also took down a stabilizer. They are probably heading towards the fortress to the southeast now. If we retreat now, all our previous sacrifices will have been in vain."
His pale face turned to each wizard: "Are you content?"
Hermione remained hidden behind the group, observing their decisions with a cold eye.
Family, bloodline, status, power—these are the things these wizards pursue, even at the cost of their lives.
"Damn it!" the wizard cursed.
"Turning back now! The others didn't die in vain!"
They made up their minds without spending too much time.
Regulus surveyed his surroundings. This was the inner circle of three fortresses, and the low-lying bungalows in the center were actually the entrance to the underground city.
"We'll enter the southeast fortress from the underground city; that should be faster than Sven and his men, and there will be far fewer defending soldiers!"
The fortress behind them collapsed with a roar, but fortunately, the last phenomenon stabilizer was still operating, and part of the underground city was not affected.
The uninjured wizards surrounded Regulus and the other wounded, giving them more time to heal.
The rest of the group used magic to clear a path, turning any troop carriers and tanks they encountered into gruesome human flesh cans.
They walked in silence, then violently broke open the sealed door leading underground, and the familiar feeling of being suppressed returned.
"Damn that fairy, I'm going to ride that elevator a hundred times when I get back!" someone cursed.