great-warnovel Chapter 493 The Fairy Emperor's Throne
Chapter 493 The Fairy Emperor's Throne
Chapter 493 The Fairy Emperor's Throne
It was a vast city where fantasy and reality intertwined, and magic and technology coexisted.
The towering buildings, adorned with sculptures that appealed to elves, were far more advanced and towering than any London Hermione had ever seen in 1945.
The reflective glass walls mirrored the brilliant starry sky of the Fairy Realm; self-rotating precision brass instruments operated on the rooftops of various buildings.
Fairies piloted small, magically powered, silver disc-shaped flying machines, traversing the skies; while on the ground, cumbersome Muggle-tech mechs moved about.
They didn't seem to have made any contingency plans for this place to be invaded. The city had no walls and no fortifications on the outside. Those bulky mechs seemed to be just models for transporting and building.
The buildings get taller the further you go into the city center, and the tallest, towering 100-meter-high spire in the very center is also the source of the ominous red light.
"That dark red light—does it look a bit like the phenomenon stabilizer that appeared in Volgograd?" Hermione frowned.
They were too far from the city to see many things clearly, but the red light made them somewhat wary of getting closer.
Grindelwald had never been to Volgograd, but he had personally studied the stabilizer wreckage that Regulus brought back, and it retained the same smell as the city before him.
"A very strong repulsive force. Fairies can enter, Muggles can enter, but wizards—" His third eye gleamed.
"Even if it were us, we would definitely be discovered if we forced our way in."
The fairies don't need city walls or any other defenses; their most powerful phenomenon stabilizer is placed here, enough to keep most wizards out.
As for great wizards like Grindelwald and Hermione, if they were to break in alone, relying solely on the city walls and fortifications would be meaningless. It is believed that Lanlock II would have other means to deal with them.
"However, before the Fulfillment Cup was completed, we found the Fairy Cave, and their plan had already failed."
On the hilltop where a gentle breeze was blowing, Hermione spoke in a deep voice.
From the moment Sechenov sent the message before his death, the fairies were already at a disadvantage. Such a plan, which required a specific time and was carried out in secret, would have its chances of success plummet once it was exposed.
With Pettigrew finding the entrance to the Fairy Cave and enabling the two great wizards to successfully infiltrate it, the plan was essentially ruined.
"Whether you set a fire here or I do it, we can solve the wish-fulfilling cup problem immediately," the witch said to the old man.
Compared to launching a massive war between wizards and fairies, this strategy can solve the problem more quickly and with less loss.
Rituals are usually delicate and fragile. Even if they don't find the key point, their combined destructive power, comparable to that of a natural disaster, can overturn the table and nip any conspiracy in the bud.
Grindelwald did not move, nor did he refute or agree with Hermione's proposal. He was still activating his third eye, peering into countless possible futures.
"Before entering here, I could not see any future related to the Holy Grail; the fairies blocked it out."
"But now, all of this is laid out before me—"
He spoke in a dazed tone, his eyes twitching rapidly as if scanning the screen at an extremely fast pace.
For some reason, Hermione felt that he was very similar to Trelawney now, perhaps all prophets were like that.
"No! We can't act immediately—"
Suddenly, he took a step back, pulling himself out of his chaotic fantasies.
As he took a deep breath, the sand beneath his feet was kicked up, turning into a swirling mist.
"At the very center of that tower, deep within all the crimson light, I saw a silver throne—on it—"
He frowned, reproducing everything he saw in the dust and fog.
Hermione lowered her eyes, watching the swirling dust in mid-air, following Grindelwald's gaze as they moved forward through the crimson darkness.
Beneath the towering tower, countless human corpses lay piled upon piles, resembling a scene from hell. Ascending from the ground, a dazzling spiral staircase stretched out, its dense network of lines and pipes shimmering with light and shadow, as power converged from all directions and was sent to the top of the spire.
There stood a huge, magnificent silver throne, upon which sat a slender, short figure, from whom all the ominous dark red power emanated.
Above the throne, at the very top of the spire, a blood-stained Holy Grail is fixed in place. The power that converges from the countless pipes within the tower, after being transformed by the Silver Throne, is delivered here.
"Lanlock II—he's stronger than I thought!" The Dark Lord frowned.
"The Holy Grail is not yet full, but it has already accumulated enough power."
He turned his gaze to Hermione: "If we act now, even if we disrupt the ritual, we won't be able to affect what's already accumulated within it."
"But we can't gamble on whether Lanlock II has other backup plans to fully charge and activate the Holy Grail in advance, such as sacrificing fairies and living people —"
He hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat reluctantly, "The perception that Heavenly Eye conveyed to me is—the Fairy King on the Silver Throne is even stronger than me!"
"No, or to put it more bluntly, if we act now, only one of us can go out—"
"That's impossible!" Hermione exclaimed.
Even though she didn't agree with many of Grindelwald's ideas, she knew from her deep understanding of the Great Runes that the Dark Lord, who possessed the complete Law of Destruction, was undoubtedly the strongest on Earth. Unless someone like herself could continuously search for and seize the Great Runes of others, no single individual could possibly be stronger than Grindelwald.
"Your third eye has been corrupted by the Fiery Blaze, so the future you see may not be accurate."
But Grindelwald shook his head: "But I never make a mistake when it comes to seeing the final, devastating end."
Hermione paused for a moment at these words.
"If we act rashly, it could have very bad consequences." This was the first time Grindelwald had advised Hermione against acting rashly; in the past, it had always been the other way around.
His implication was that even if the two of them joined forces in the fairy realm, they might not necessarily have a good outcome against Lanlock II.
"Yes, the ritual!" The Finger Witch pondered for a moment.
"The ritual of the Grail of Wishes gathers energy from various sources and converges at the Silver Throne. After undergoing some kind of filtration and transformation, it is then provided to the Grail. Therefore, Lanlock II at this moment is essentially part of the Grail ritual! To oppose him is to oppose a Grail-granting machine capable of wiping out all of humanity!"
The ritual is a technique that uses small resources to achieve great results, and only this kind of possibility could make even the proud Grindelwald think that it was impossible to fight back.
She paced back and forth on the hill: "If that's really the case, then we certainly can't act rashly. We should first try to disrupt the Holy Grail ritual, or at least cut off its energy source!"
Hermione estimated that the Extinction Goblins controlled at least one or more Great Runes, but it was uncertain in what form. No matter how strong Lanlock II was, he was only at the level of her or Hilmi alone, and it was impossible for him to resist the entire wizarding army of the magical world, as well as the combined forces of three Archmages.
If we cut off that energy source from who-knows-where, turning it into a rootless duckweed, then everything will be easy to solve.
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