great-warnovel Chapter 400 The Smoked Pit
Chapter 400 The Smoked Pit
Chapter 400 The Smoked Pit
Hermione vanished again and flew into the air.
She saw that the wizards had completely occupied the ruins of the three fortresses, and burning tanks and mechs were scattered all over the battlefield. The aimless Yin Chi and the beast horde wandered aimlessly.
The wizards who had originally controlled them were now busy casting spells on the newly dead corpses, turning them into new soldiers.
The wizarding guild cast a spell, tearing away the bunkers and bungalows on the ground to reveal the complex, ant-like urban structure beneath.
Regulus stared in shock at Sven's mangled body on the ground; that was all the wizards could piece together.
"The stabilizer at the Northern Fortress is guarded by two witch hunters, and under the suppression of the anti-magic field, Sven's squad has difficulty dealing with it."
at last"
"You're saying Sven died alongside the enemy at the first northern fortress?"
His followers, however, were overjoyed. The dead could not compete for the position of saints, and their merits could now be realized.
"That Southeast Fort"
He didn't say anything more. Since things had developed to this point, he could naturally guess that someone was helping him. Who was this person, and who sent them? There weren't many possible answers, so he rationally refrained from speaking out.
Some of the followers, being clever, also realized this and abruptly changed the subject, starting to talk about other things.
The war was over. After the stabilizer was destroyed, the wizards, who had gathered together, used a powerful combined spell to completely destroy the Muggle defenses. In the short time Hermione was dealing with the reactor, they had already completed the slaughter of all resistance forces.
At this moment, the UMNO members had dispersed in an orderly manner to clean up the battlefield.
Complete structures are transformed into yin organs, while broken ones are collected as materials for black magic. Stale mechs and tanks are dragged out of their internal structures, and steel is recycled according to type, smelted, and used for the construction of settlements.
Everything related to high technology will be hauled away, and a decision will be made later whether to destroy or store it, because no prisoners will be taken this time.
So it's much easier; there's no need to use truth serum to interrogate Muggles.
Old Najjar led his men to the top of the underground city, looking down from the edge of the crater.
Tens of thousands of defenders have been wiped out, but there are still many more civilians hiding in this underground city. They have little power to resist, but they are hiding in the deep tunnels, so it will not be easy to find them all.
Looking at the dense network of underground passages, he revealed a cruel smile: "Leave no one alive."
Li Huojun, wearing a pointed hat, brought over large barrels, stood at the edge of the pit, pried open the lids, and poured them down. Streams of liquid-like black flames flowed down the channel.
The deep chanting accompanied the lava-like rivers of fire, pouring into each passage, and the once dormant black fire suddenly became violent.
It is a fierce fire, sealed in a jar, yearning to burn everything!
Hermione narrowed her eyes and stealthily landed next to old Nigel.
"There must still be a lot of rats hiding in here. We don't have time to go in and pull them out one by one to kill them. The old way is faster."
The high temperatures began to dispel the cold, and the black fire flowing underground began to devour everything in its path.
The crackling sound of burning things spread from below, while the whooshing sound of wind came from the tunnel entrance.
The wind carried faint cries and screams; although the raging fire had not yet subsided, the people on the lower levels had already begun to despair.
But this only made the old wizard who had lost his son even happier. He stood quietly at the edge of the pit, as if listening to the most beautiful music. A father seeking revenge for his son, he had done everything he could.
"That's enough," Hermione said softly, in a voice only one person could hear.
Old Najel suddenly looked up. He recognized the voice and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. As a veteran saint, he realized that this might be the Dark Lord's arrangement.
But when his expression hardened, he pretended not to hear.
"Continue!" he ordered the surrounding Li Huo soldiers.
The chanting grew louder and louder, and the raging flames transformed into fire snakes and fire dragons, not only exploring underground but also trying to surge up and devour their master.
"I've said enough!" Hermione emerged from invisibility and slammed her staff down, a terrifying pressure spreading in all directions.
Like the Dark Lord, the witch, in her rage, had a vast blue light shining in her eyes, and the golden and red feathers of her phoenix cloak fluttered in the wind. Her boundless magic almost enveloped the entire city.
Old Najjar and all the Fiery Legion were so frightened by this power that they fell to the ground, and their chanting was interrupted.
Compared to the saints, these ordinary dark wizards didn't even know who the witch was or where she came from.
Rolling thunder echoed in the sky, the black ship swayed violently, and the remaining corpse dragons lay trembling on the ground. Krum had landed on the ground at some point and saw the witch's anger rising. He wanted to go forward, but opened his mouth and dared not make a move.
"It's too late!" Despite the pain of losing his son, the old man did not completely lose his courage.
He gasped for breath, struggling against the oppressive force: "The Fiery Inferno has already begun to burn; no one but the master can control a fire of this scale!"
The Fiery Army needs to unite to drive away this ferocious demonic fire, but they can only roughly control its direction and cannot command it as easily as Grindelwald.
"And..." He paused, then looked up with courage at Hermione, who seemed like a god.
"You are merely a guest of my lord; you have no right to order the Fiery Legion to act!"
The flames, like demons and ghosts, transformed into all sorts of ferocious beasts, and the underground wailing was like a hellish descent, where tens of thousands of civilians lay.
Hermione's anger subsided in an instant, and she looked at old Nigel with pity, for he too was caught in the cycle of hatred.
Words could not save his heart, nor could they persuade the surrounding gazes of the Fierce Fire Army to shift from shock to shared hatred, or even hostility.
She stopped wasting her breath, for even though the raging fire hadn't yet reached the common people, the massive amount of oxygen it consumed was enough to suffocate them.
She turned to look at the sky, and magic was projected into the swirling clouds.
Having just absorbed the energy of an entire reactor, her power was overflowing beyond belief.
The rumbling thunder grew louder and louder until it exploded, followed by the formation of clusters of rain clouds.
Amidst lightning and thunder, a torrential downpour arrived as expected.
The clouds shimmered with runic symbols, and the power to end all curses was contained in every drop of rain. She already had her own way of dealing with the fierce fire.
When the first magical raindrop falls to the ground, all evil curses and fires will be silenced.
The scorching pit was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over its head, and the arrogant and ferocious fire beast was gradually melted away.
As the temperature gradually returned to normal, the screams and cries below gradually subsided.
Some of the bolder civilians climbed the still-warm steps, looking up in horror at the two wizards facing each other.
"Hmph!" Old Najr snorted coldly.
"Take all the prisoners back and make further arrangements!" He conceded.