great-warnovel Chapter 463 Silent Wrath
Chapter 463 Silent Wrath
Chapter 463 Silent Wrath
Grindelwald also sensed something was wrong.
He reached out and clenched his fist, and the fiery flames surged toward the central area like a madman.
This was the first time he had unleashed his fierce fire so freely since he had taken back the Black Flame Sun, which greatly relieved his tense and suppressed spirit.
The raging fire was about to engulf everyone.
Suddenly, with a roar, a chaotic black storm burst forth from beneath the black flames.
With her beard and hair standing on end, the wildly unrestrained goddess Kali was singing an unknown and terrifying song, dancing a destructive dance, and exuding an unstoppable, black sandstorm-like aura.
Its aura was even more terrifying than Grindelwald's Fiendfire, directly forcing back the surrounding black flames and creating a space for the fairies to catch their breath.
Derazko stood terrified beneath the black wind, watching the raging flames like a rat seeking refuge in a burrow.
That was not a storm in the ordinary sense, but the ever-blowing wind of time.
The fire is fierce, but it cannot withstand the test of time.
Driven by the winds of Mother Time, they gradually extinguished and receded.
The Petil sisters, who caused all of this, were kneeling on the ground, leaning on each other. They were not dead, but they could no longer stand. They still held their hands tightly together, maintaining the extremely high-intensity operation of the goddess Kali.
They will continue like this until the goddess destroys herself, and a large area here will collapse into the storm of time!
At the heart of this spacetime turmoil, Hermione's anti-Apparition barrier was also mercilessly torn apart.
The fairy's silver drill finally broke through the space, and they excitedly shook the door knocker, finally experiencing the familiar pulling sensation.
"Don't leave me!" Drazco yelled, grabbing Rice's bound feet.
The next moment, as the vortex of escape opened wide, three fairies and two experimental subjects with mythical species fled in panic.
All that remains here now are charred corpses, molten steel, and the Petit sisters still faithfully performing their duties.
Clearly, they were abandoned.
As powerful but short-lived experimental subjects, their greatest value lies in being left behind to cover the retreat.
As the dance of destruction quickened, the earth trembled incessantly, and the goddess Kali, who was no longer needed to protect her superior, was no longer required.
He began to unleash more of his fury on his enemies.
She bared her teeth, brandishing weapons with all four arms, the heads and arms at her waist clashing together like terrifying war drums.
As the body rotates, it is as if the primordial energy of the universe is about to be extinguished, the duality of creation and destruction is combined, movement and stillness, destruction and rebirth, the primordial energy that transcends time and space, and is also the original force that drives everything!
Grindelwald frowned. His powerful flames of destruction clashed with the destructive winds of the Great Mother of Time, but they were forced to retreat and eventually fell silent in the storm that was destroying everything.
The raging storm grew stronger and stronger, and it was about to reach the group's location.
"Someone made a big promise—and then went back on his word," Hermione said sarcastically, still angry about Grindelwald's massacre.
The fairies have once again unleashed unexpected technology; they have hidden such new methods, which means that the security of many important locations in the wizarding world will no longer be reliable.
"Your Anti-Apparition is as fragile as paper," Grindelwald said, looking at the goddess Kali who could suppress Fiendfire.
"Let's try to stop her first. I want to save those two poor girls." Hermione frowned.
Looking behind the Goddess of Mad Dance, there were two sisters who had almost lost consciousness and were only maintaining their mythical species by instinct.
They were trained so well that they lost their own thoughts and became mere tools to be used at will.
"But they have almost no conscious awareness left; the mad goddess's drive is entirely subconscious."
Zorian and the children approached somewhat reservedly.
They finally realized who the two people in front of them were, and understood that Adam did not belong to the mythical race, nor was he an experimental subject at all.
Branislava looked at the girl with sympathetic eyes: "Normally, mythical seeds dissipate on their own after we fall unconscious; the subconscious alone cannot sustain their existence. But perhaps it is the special nature of twins that allows them to combine the spirit and magic of two people—..."
"They look only fifteen or sixteen years old. I wonder how much torture and training they've endured," Yashbik said softly.
The golem collapsed with a crash, Levi grabbed Metek's hand, and the two little people hid behind their older brothers and sisters.
"You guys seem to be having a pretty easy time, but I can't keep up with Goddess Kali any longer."
The four-armed god, dancing wildly, was engulfed in an ever-growing spatial storm, shattering everything around him. The storm itself grew larger and larger, gradually converging amidst furious roars, as if about to transform into a torrent.
It directly destroyed everyone present.
"Let's get out of the way first; conventional methods probably won't be enough to stop such an attack," Hermione suggested.
Such a slow attack is obviously ineffective against them; it is better to avoid direct confrontation and wait for the Petit sisters to run out of steam.
Grindelwald shook his head: "No need to hide."
He strolled to the front of the crowd, facing the goddess who was wielding a sword and a trident, commanding the torrent of time and space to rush towards him.
A thin gold chain with a pocket watch hanging from it dangled from his hand.
With a click of the clock hands, an invisible membrane, like a bubble separating the inside from the outside, enveloped everyone. The destructive winds of the Great Mother of Time approached, but were easily parted like water washing over a round stone.
"Is this... a time-twister?" Hermione asked uncertainly.
In the history of magic textbooks she studied, the last batch of time-twisters had been lost or destroyed fifty years ago with the destruction of the magic ministries of various countries.
Grindelwald nodded: "This one's about to break anyway, so it's a good idea to make use of it."
The magic of time is the most mysterious. Even the wizarding world and the Ministry of Magic use it with extreme caution. In modern magical society, it is almost impossible to find ready-made time magic. These remaining time artifacts are already unique items, and once one is broken, there will be one less.
Under the Dark Lord's manipulation, the bubble formed by the Time Converter perfectly protected everyone. The two forces of the same origin intertwined to create a safe floating island.
"I didn't expect you to have something like this." The Finger Witch examined the small pocket watch curiously.
She had previously expressed skepticism about the existence of the time-twister.
"I am, after all, the Dark Lord who rules Europe, aren't I?" Grindelwald shrugged.
"However, this won't last long. We still need to find a way to deal with those two sisters."
Zorian thought for a moment, then raised his hand with some uncertainty.
"I have an idea—."
The old man's gaze fell upon him, which put considerable pressure on him.
According to mythology, the raging goddess Kali was so enraged that she stomped on the earth uncontrollably, and the world was about to be destroyed. Shiva, in order to protect all living beings, lay down at her feet, thus ending Kali's wrath.
"The Petit sisters must have a deep understanding of this myth. With their subconscious dominating everything, perhaps they could stop their myth by reenacting the old events."
Hermione thought about it and realized it made a lot of sense; psychology sometimes solves problems using methods like this.
She looked up: "But this has to be convincing. It has to be a masculine force with the same world-destroying properties to suppress the rage of the goddess Kali."
"Who should we cast to play the role?"
This wasn't really a problem, because everyone's gazes turned in unison to Grindelwald, whose eyes were wide with shock.
"You mean, you want me to get stepped on by that thing!?"