great-warnovel Chapter 399 All in the Palm of Your Hand
Chapter 399 All in the Palm of Your Hand
Chapter 399 All in the Palm of Your Hand
I put the door knocker into my magic bag while it was still floating. I'll figure out what to do with it when I get back.
The most urgent task now is to deal with the reactor that is about to explode.
She regretted that she hadn't read enough books and knew nothing about how to operate a Muggle computer or stop a program from running.
Faced with such a situation, other wizards might really be powerless to turn the tide, but for Hermione, nuclear reaction was not a terrible thing, but rather a great tonic.
Although they don't have a pyroxene like the core of Hogwarts Castle, a nuclear power plant is not a real nuclear bomb. The energy intensity released in an instant is different. The chain reaction in the reactor is controlled. Even if it is manipulated to exceed the threshold and cause the core to melt down, the explosion will not be stronger than an atomic bomb. Although for people above the nuclear power plant, there is no difference.
Previously, she could choose to absorb and process nuclear energy by condensing the core of the pyroxene, but now she has a sealed ultimate weapon—the eternal darkness.
Hermione raised her staff, the black sphere at its tip, which imprisoned half of the Great Order Rune, emitting a hazy, dark light.
Without waiting for the self-destruct sequence to activate, the witch raised her hand and threw her staff, which pierced through the walls of the control room like a meteor, breaking through layers of obstacles and embedding itself in the inner protective shell of the reactor.
Fate is truly mysterious; this metal rod, which was originally a reaction control rod, has now returned to its original position.
Magic endowed it with more idealistic potential, and also made its abilities much stronger than before.
Even though there was no contact with the internal material, an invisible suction force was generated from the entire staff and the sphere at the top.
With one step, Hermione also traversed the layers of obstacles and arrived in front of the reactor.
The self-destruct alarm's red light flashed incessantly, while a ghostly blue light shone from the reactor.
Like a clarion call before destruction, an atmosphere of unease permeated the entire underground base, with inexplicable vibrations and strange noises emanating from the massive mechanical structure.
She glanced up at the underground structure, which was filled with simplicity and science. Muggles may not have magic, but their wisdom should never be underestimated.
Dumbledore realized this, as did Grindelwald, though the Dark Lord himself was unaware of it. Perhaps deep down, he feared Muggles?
Such a creation, capable of dragging an entire civilization to its end, did not come from the wizards he considered noble, but from the hands of Muggles who couldn't even cast a levitation spell and screamed at the sight of a ghost.
He once looked down on science, using the steam from boiling water to obtain the power to open the kettle lid, but from the steam engine to nuclear energy, Muggles have covered a distance that wizards have covered in thousands of years in less than two hundred years.
The Golden Snitch Gemstone flew out from his waist, and together with the silver-white staff, it absorbed the energy in the reactor even more rapidly.
The countdown drew ever closer, and the shrill alarm sounded particularly jarring.
"But magic isn't entirely useless—" Hermione murmured, as the luster of the sapphire stone transformed into the purple lightning of gravity magic, its powerful force suppressing everything underground to prevent an explosion from causing a large-scale collapse.
With a bang, the phenomenon stabilizer, which had been hidden somewhere, finally couldn't withstand such a massive magical fluctuation. Its internal energy was exhausted, and it exploded.
Hermione was completely unaware as powerful magic emanated from her body. As her long hair flew wildly, she clenched her fists and released the runes that had bound the ancient darkness.
The enormous black celestial body, carrying the power of distorted light, suddenly descended upon the reactor, its ethereal hum echoing through the empty underground space.
"At least it can be used to stop this runaway carriage."
boom!
Before she could finish her mutterings, the countdown had already reached its end. The reactor melted and exploded in an instant, unleashing a blinding flash of light, but was then swallowed up and absorbed in the next moment.
The powerful shockwave was stopped before it could spread. Hermione caught the flying staff with one hand, followed by a series of muffled thuds and vibrations.
Fortunately, thanks to the suppression of gravity magic, although the entire underground nuclear power plant was shaking violently and unsecured cabinets and machinery collapsed all over the ground, the overall structure was not affected.
The staff that started extracting energy from the reactor ahead of time also played a crucial role, preventing the reactor from exploding completely and releasing energy in a more gentle way.
Of course, this is not good for Muggles either, as it turns from a momentary destruction into a continuous release of radiation.
Hermione would certainly not allow a second Cherokee to be born. The ancient darkness, like a greedy child, greedily sucked up every bit of energy flowing from below.
These forces should have gone straight up, penetrating the iron gates and the earth, causing immense damage to the city and wizards above, but now, even standing where Hermione is, she can't feel the radiation.
The Great Runes of Order, like a merciless iron hand, under the witch's manipulation, sculpted cold, iron laws, confining all changes to a small corner.
A grand wizard standing at the pinnacle of magic, aided by runes sufficient to be considered demigods, along with forbidden night magic and the radiant stone that controls the power of stars—these elements combined directly turned an entire self-destructing nuclear power plant into a dud.
"It's under control," Hermione thought to herself.
Compared to the nuclear bomb that detonated above Hogwarts, the self-destructing nuclear power plant seemed rather weak. She didn't even need to use her full strength now, which made her feel like she had been tense for nothing.
But before she could even catch her breath, a sudden vibration from above startled her again.
The commotion was not strong. Even the combined spells cast by the wizarding group led by old Najr were not enough to cause an earthquake that affected such a deep area. It was more like a giant beast rolling on the ground, or a landslide or mudslide. But as everyone knows, Volgograd is surrounded by endless plains.
"Massochists, don't try anything new this time—" The Muggles' defeat is inevitable. Their biggest trump card, the nuclear power plant, has been extinguished by its own actions. What happened there could not possibly be the work of Muggles.
Daring not to delay any longer, she watched as the dark celestial body absorbed the last bit of nuclear energy, and the reactor cooled down to the point of being like a stubborn rock.
The runes re-encircled and reinforced the staff, transforming it into a jewel at the top.
Hermione shot towards the ground like an arrow.
The winding underground passage has already experienced several small collapses. The higher you go, the stronger the tremors become. The civilians hiding in their homes dare not come out, but they can hear the cries of children and the screams of women inside.
She rushed down to the basement level as fast as she could, but the scene before her eyes took her by surprise.
The entire surface was violently ripped up, like a can being pried open. The magic of the Transfiguration acted on the earth, tearing up the entire area of bungalows between the three fortresses. Without the Phenomenon Stabilizer, the defending forces collapsed instantly. Old Nigel pulled off a major stunt.
The underground level has become the surface, and the dim light shines into the originally dark tunnel, turning the terrain between the fortresses into a circular depression.