great-warnovel Chapter 456 Zhenni
Chapter 456 Zhenni
Chapter 456 Zhenni
"A golem is a man-made monster in Jewish folklore, usually made of clay, mud, or stone, and brought to life through magical rituals."
Adam began his explanation again.
"So Levi Sternberg's mythical species is a golem." He quickly searched through the information, comparing it with the enormous monster in front of him.
This youngest child had not yet fully developed the mythical seed when he defected, but clearly, he had succeeded within a year.
The towering earth monster looked down at everyone. The earth and stones that made up his body were mixed with human bones, the food of vampires who had died in the old house over the years. They were buried on the spot in the deep pit, but now they were dug out.
"A mythical entity—this has surpassed the previous understanding of the research team!"
The strict supervisor gaped, she hadn't expected that the youngest child would have such a big surprise hidden inside.
"It looks a bit like Professor McGonagall's transfiguration creation, but it can't be that simple, can it?" Hermione thought.
With a deafening roar, the golem swung its massive arm, sweeping away all the enemies in the hall. Along with them, the exquisite furniture, surviving sculptures, and specimens were all smashed to pieces.
The ancient building that survived World War II was destroyed and crumbling fifty years later, with only a few foundations supporting the walls and ceiling.
"Quick! Take him down! Capture him alive!" Grimsell shouted.
These children are now even more valuable!
Especially Levi Sternberg, the physical mythical being, who might be able to push this project to restart!
As she screamed, her right hand slid rapidly across her diary, and Kehabts reluctantly opened the wooden box on her back.
As thick black smoke billowed out, one by one, undead children, resembling sludge, flowed out.
Blood servants and Muggle guards are unlikely to succeed, and powerful bombs might accidentally injure others; she has to do it herself!
A group of children of varying ages, all covered in black, like children just pulled from a swamp, jumped into the pit and surrounded the six people, calling out the names of their still-living companions.
Levi, his face pale and looking like he had exhausted his magic, commanded the golem to smash the ghost children flat with each punch.
But this had little effect; they were merely reshaped and could simply stand up again.
"I think it should be classified in the dimension of action, similar to Bukavachi, primarily causing physical damage," Adam analyzed seriously.
At this point, the others finally broke free from their fear of the supervisor. Levi's outburst boosted their morale and gave them the courage to fight again!
Zorrian and Branislava looked the worst. They were the oldest and most influenced by Grimsell, which meant that the God of Transformation and the Goddess of Death could only exert about half of their power. As long as Khabots was present, they could not fully devote themselves to the battle.
Among those pitch-black, ghostly children were many familiar faces. Their laughter, eerie cries, and playful antics were like demonic whispers, making them tremble involuntarily.
"Take out the euphoric potion, and while you're at it, have you drunk a bottle of magic tonic?" Zorian said haltingly.
Yashbike reached into the pouch at his back and took out a potion, which was from Beauxbatons and had leaked onto the black market; it was of quite good quality.
The forest demon leaped onto the golem's back, and large swathes of mushrooms sprouted from the earth and rocks, then burst forth, forming plumes of thick yellow-green smoke that hindered the treacherous Drazko's advance.
The group, having drunk the euphoric potion, were in much better condition. Veles and Morana spiraled upwards, and the frigid icy mist, under the control of the God of Transformation, transformed into precise and deadly freezing vortexes, both obstructing the enemy's vision and freezing the black mud-like undead children.
Lelek suddenly appeared behind Grimsel, opening his sharp beak and shouting.
But the old woman, who was over forty years old and had been a spiritualist for so many years, had a strong mental fortitude. She only felt dizzy for a moment, then turned her head and slid a vine out of her sleeve, striking Lelek away with one blow.
Metek screamed, as if she had suffered a severe blow. Her mythical seed re-formed around her, but it looked much weaker.
"Don't let her hit you," the older sister said, supporting her younger sister as she looked solemnly out of the pit.
The golem's sturdy back blocked most of the enemies, and with the help of the wood elves, the others couldn't break in for the time being. But Grimsell alone was extremely difficult to deal with; she seemed to be the nemesis of these children.
Meanwhile, Boyang, the boy, had quietly crept to the edge of the hall and, taking advantage of the chaos, suddenly vaulted onto the terrace.
At this moment, there was only a group of elderly vampires here, who were hurriedly retreating due to the loosening of the foundation.
Bojan seized the opportunity, and Bukavachi pounced out of the void, pinning down the two blood servants who were binding Rice, and pushing Rice, who was bound by the restraints, toward his master.
The sharp scimitar slicing through the restraints with precision without harming its own companion.
Rice looked at the boy gratefully, but before she could speak, Kharshatz had already appeared on the terrace.
The box behind it was wide open, billowing black smoke billowing out, and beneath a tattered, dark face, a pair of dull yellow eyes stared at the two people.
A pulling force, as if it were sucking away their souls, was generated, and the two of them immediately went limp, about to collapse to the ground.
Bukavac roared and rushed to his aid, but Drazko and Upier had also arrived, like two different kinds of vampires, brandishing their claws and launching a siege on Bukavac.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, a monster with a brazier on its head, resembling both a mummy and a genie, suddenly appeared, grabbed the two defenseless individuals, and quickly jumped off the terrace, landing in the pit in the hall.
"Zhenni!"
Grindelwald's spirits lifted; this was the mythical creature he was most interested in—the Arabian elf, who, according to legend, could grant wishes, but at a great cost.
It was Rice who managed to tear off the iron-band-like restraints on his head, allowing him to summon his mythical species again.
"The mythical species, Zhenni, is believed to be an invisible creature composed of fire elements. It possesses the ability to grant humans their wishes, but usually in a distorted form."
As Adam explained, the strange elf quickly landed with the two of them. Before they could even stand up, the elf rose back into the air on its own. With a wave of its hand, red and yellow elf fire rained down, like glittering gold or a sky full of yellow sand.
The dry, hot wind lingered beneath the ceiling, erasing the ghostly children of Khabotz one by one, while Veles and Morana hurriedly retreated to the ground. It seemed that the elven fire was indiscriminate, and if touched, even they would be harmed.
"Damn it!" Grimsell roared.
"Khabotz!"
She slapped her diary, and the Goat's Hoof Demon instantly appeared beside her. The tall, thin woman's figure overlapped with the burly demon, as if they had merged into one. The illusory vine gradually solidified, emanating an aura that terrified the children.