great-warnovel Chapter 464 Reining in the Reins of Destruction
Chapter 464 Reining in the Reins of Destruction
Chapter 464 Reining in the Reins of Destruction
The proud Dark Lord naturally refused to lower himself.
How could the strongest man in the world, who had dominated the world for decades, lie down and be stepped on by a little girl?
"Besides, that's a spacetime storm that can destroy everything! I can't possibly get in!" He puffed out his beard and glared.
They made excuses, but it was impossible!
Amidst the ever-growing storm, only two locations remained safe: the Petit sisters' lodgings and Grindelwald's time-converter bubble.
Within the enormous spherical time vortex, even the earth itself was churned into meaningless, minute particles, including corpses.
Steel, too, will all crumble into dust at the very end of time in the universe.
The soil was crushed and removed, exposing half of Warsaw's underground network, along with countless innocent people.
Only two small pieces of land, like floating islands, stood opposite each other, resembling the rotating eyes of a yin-yang fish.
At the center of this vortex is the ever-dancing, never-ending goddess Kali.
"If the sisters are given time to grow up, will they take away Grindelwald's Great Rune?" Hermione suddenly wondered.
Both being forces of destruction, Mahasthamaprapta is an equal to Shiva in Hindu mythology.
If the same destructive power has two sources, will Grindelwald's Great Rune also be torn apart like Dumbledore's?
Fine cracks gradually appeared on the surface of the cavitation bubble; there was no time left to think.
"The time converter won't last long."
Hermione sighed. "I'll do it."
Grindelwald clearly didn't want to put in a lot of effort for nothing. The simplest way to solve the problem at hand was to take advantage of the fact that the bubble was still alive and get away from this place of trouble. After all, the Petil sisters were too young, and no matter how strong their mythical creatures were, they were just dancing wildly unconsciously.
At most, only the entire Warsaw would fall, and the dead wouldn't be from the UMNO party, so Grindelwald wouldn't hesitate or show any mercy.
Hermione wanted to save more people, and it was she who saved the sisters.
"But you don't have any—"
Zorrian only got halfway through his sentence; what he actually wanted to say was that Hermione possessed the masculine power to destroy the world.
But then, the witch pulled a flame-shaped silver chain pendant from her neck, from which wisps of black and red flames emanated and obediently surrounded her.
"In the end, it's still my power~" Grindelwald muttered, but did not stop the witch from borrowing it.
"Fiendfire—" Hermione sighed inwardly.
"In both nature and form, it is too similar to epileptic fire—"
One is a maddening bright yellow flame, the other is a dark gray flame born from darkness. What they have in common is that they can both burn the world and are both horns of destruction.
The fire drawn from the black sun is essentially directly linked to the complete destruction of the Great Rune.
In terms of its nature, Grindelwald's Fiery Blaze should be stronger than that of the Great Mother, but he was unwilling to go all out and only intervened with a spectator's mentality. Even now, he could withdraw at any time.
"I must break through the outer storm layer and rush into the center of the temporal turbulence to get close to the goddess Kali—" Hermione thought.
A large amount of fiery energy was drawn from the flame-shaped silver pendant and continuously compressed under the powerful will of the Finger Witch.
The colors gradually changed from black and red to black and white, even shining white, reflecting everything around as a world devoid of color.
[A fierce fire streaks across the sky!]
Suddenly, the flames, which had been building up to their maximum intensity, shot out straight from the amulet like a beam of black light.
Originally, it was a flame shot from the eyes, and the original Skyfire had unparalleled penetrating power, but Hermione made some small changes to it.
The concentrated beam of fire successfully broke through the spacetime storm that was meant to annihilate everything.
Even if time collapses, the black fire will still burn on the ruins of the world!
The tragic atmosphere pierced through all the barriers and struck the dancing goddess Kali.
She was abruptly interrupted, lost her footing, and her dance steps paused for a moment.
The outer spacetime vortex also stalled.
"Now!"
Hermione, like a stream of luminous blue light, seized the opportunity in a mere instant and rushed to the goddess Kali.
[Destruction—Spread!]
A prayer born of madness—[Madness Spreads].
It can ignite a yellow, manic fire in its eyes, seize its target, and infect it with an abnormal, frenzied state.
Eye contact and gazing into each other's eyes—this is probably the most frequent form of human contact.
And the madness also spread through the mutual gaze of humans.
Hermione held the flame-shaped amulet, the deep, dark flames like a twisting abyss. She pressed the amulet against the face of the goddess Kali, and the black flames, as if finding an outlet, rushed into her seven orifices.
The act of imitating Shiva's self-sacrifice and allowing himself to be trampled by Kama is essentially a combination of the masculine and feminine forces of the universe.
Destruction cannot destroy "destruction" itself; what can stop destruction is only the result of what has already been destroyed.
As the endless flames poured into the Mother of Time, this supreme deity of time destruction finally completed her mission. Her dance slowly ceased, and her form gradually dissipated, like the end of the universe, awaiting the next restart.
The black sandstorm of time finally subsided, but what had been shattered could never be restored.
The two floating pieces of land slowly descended and landed on the land that had not been swallowed up.
"You're quite good at using Fiery Blaze," Grindelwald said sarcastically.
He himself didn't know this trick; it seemed like Hermione had come up with it on the spot.
The Finger Witch ignored him and beckoned the Petit sisters over carefully.
The moment she touched him, her heart sank.
"It's beyond saving—"
It wasn't just a matter of their life force being exhausted; their souls, thoughts, emotions, and will were all consumed in the relentless, frenzied dance.
At this moment, within these two emaciated bodies, only wisps of embers flickered like burnt-out coals—the last glimmer of life.
"What's the point of going through all that trouble?" The old man walked up behind her.
"You are a great wizard now, you should know that magic always comes at a price."
"At 16, how much capital do they have to afford such a price?"
He looked around and saw a sunken, hemispherical crater in the most exquisite part of this underground city, centered on the vanished estate of the Warsaw Supreme Council. The survivors were like ants crawling out of an anthill.
Standing at the exposed entrance of the tunnel, he looked around.
The black market, hiding places, and resources of the past were all wiped out in the winds of destruction, leaving not a trace of their existence.
This is clearly not something two normal 15-year-old girls could do, except for Hermione, of course.
Grindelwald had already realized that the two women were doomed, so he never intended to save them.
"Instead of squatting here waiting to be stared at, let's look for more traces left by the fairies," Grindelwald murmured.
He reached out and rubbed his hand in the air, as if trying to catch the wind.
"It was shredded too finely; not a single clue was left."