great-warnovel Chapter 527 The Sword of the King
Chapter 527 The Sword of the King
Chapter 527 The Sword of the King
The situation appears extremely unfavorable for Lanlock II.
Humanity has three great wizards, but now only Hilmi is enough to rival him.
Grindelwald and Hermione haven't made a move yet, but their mere presence is enough to create immense pressure.
Although the Seven Fairy Villages have a long history and unique heritage, the number of fairies is too small. Those scattered in the seven secret realms were also attacked, and they were unable to organize a defense for a long time. It was on the verge of being breached at the core node, and the situation was about to completely turn in favor of the humans.
But Lanlock didn't seem nervous. He maintained the spread of the dark red light, vying for territory with the golden moon in the sky, while his eyes darted around.
"I'm very curious, at what step did things go wrong that led to such a fatal leak?" he asked Grindelwald in a high-pitched voice.
"Who else would know besides the Soviet Muggles?" Grindelwald didn't mention Sechenov's name. At this point, it would be even better if he could further stir up the conflict between the goblins and Muggles.
A large cocoon made of liquid silver metal slowly floated over, encasing the immobile Nikolayevich inside.
Grindelwald turned his head: "Ignorant Muggles have no idea what your cooperation is all about, and many people even think that the purpose of the Wish Cup is to eliminate magic!"
He scoffed, "Fairies are a magical race; eliminating their magic is tantamount to destroying themselves, isn't it?"
The Soviet diplomat was controlled by Busbarton's alchemical device and was unable to move any part of his body except for his mouth and eyes.
"I am willing to surrender! I know many secrets within the Soviet Union! I can also surrender on behalf of my faction!"
We were kept in the dark too!
He shouted that the struggle between different factions within the Soviet Union was also quite fierce.
For example, the Red Flag faction, which transformed itself into vampires, and the Commune Alliance faction, whose close association with fairies is tantamount to treachery.
The Inquisition faction, a group of religious fanatics; the Dnipro Science Bureau, the weakest but most technologically advanced; and the Commissar faction, which controlled the largest number of troops and was also the one to which Nikolayevich belonged.
Previously, Sechenov was the face of the Dnipropetrov Scientific Bureau, but they were severely suppressed by other factions and their fortunes declined after Sechenov's death.
The remaining four factions jointly ruled the entire Soviet Union, creating a relatively stable situation.
Although the higher-ups knew that they were working with the fairies to advance a project called the Fulfillment Cup, apart from the members of the Commune Alliance, the leaders of other factions were not aware of the specific details.
Moreover, even the pro-fairy faction of the Commune Alliance was unaware that the master they fawned over actually wanted to exterminate humanity.
Now that the truth is out, even a fool would know which side to stand on. But Grindelwald is too lazy to deal with him right now. He'll just throw this guy into the back of the ship and deal with him later.
Not only him, but even the Muggle soldiers who were ordered to be stationed and work in the fairy city were confused at this moment.
Are they working hard every day, sweating and toiling, only to exterminate themselves?
They were still piloting war mechs made by the fairies, and at this moment they didn't even know who to point their guns at.
However, their hesitation did not last long. As Lanlock's red light flashed, their minds were twisted and manipulated, they lost their will and became humanoid puppets of the fairies.
"Muggles are such useless trash!" Lanlock II cursed, looking at the spineless and cowardly Nikolayevich.
"No wonder the wizard looks down on you. You are simply not up to the task. Cooperating with the Soviet Union was a foolish decision."
With a deafening roar, a massive explosion resounded from the distant mountains.
Immediately afterwards, half of the collapsed mountain crashed into the lake, splashing up a cloud of water.
"It's Avalon! Harry and the others succeeded!" McGonagall exclaimed joyfully.
In the sky, the dark green vortex facing the secret realm in the lake slowly dissipated as if it had lost its support.
Immediately following was a tremor throughout the entire plain and the fairy city.
At the top of the tallest spire, the blood-stained wish cup seemed to sway slightly.
"The seven nodes are crucial to the ritual. As this magical number is disrupted, the balance of the Cup of Fulfillment will be compromised," Grindelwald said softly.
"He must find a way to stabilize the ritual as soon as possible, otherwise the exploding wish-granting cup will help us complete the great task of exterminating the fairies."
On the misty island of Avalon, the Hogwarts vanguard was panting heavily.
Before their eyes, the shattered and rusted magical mech lay limp on the ground, never to rise again, and the evergreen plants on its body withered and died.
Around this powerful magical mech were fragmented fairies, embedded in the rocks and soil.
"They call this thing a prototype, which seems to be the earliest version of those Muggle mechs—a version made entirely of magic—" Lupin sighed and said slowly.
Tonks helped him up. Just now, this mech with unparalleled self-healing ability and extremely fierce firepower almost smashed Lupin, who had transformed into a werewolf, into a pulp.
Under Harry and his friends' powerful offensive, the goblins, even with their mechs, could only fight and retreat, eventually retreating to the island in the middle of the lake.
They swore to protect the apple tree at the center of the island, which received the substance dripping from the dark green vortex in the sky and was the core of Avalon.
But these struggles were of little use. At this moment, the legendary fruit tree that could produce apples that could heal all harm had been broken in half, and a magical-looking fairy sword, along with a large amount of Galleons and treasure, fell out of the tree hole.
"This is?"
"The Sword in the Stone, King Arthur's Creed!"
Sirius, who was initially dazzled by the golden Galon, jumped over with a scream.
"That's right! This must be the Sword in the Stone! The chosen sword of kings!"
Legend has it that King Arthur was eventually sent to Avalon to heal his wounds, and the sword in the stone was returned to the Lady of the Lake, never to appear again in human history.
The sword was passed from hand to hand among the marveling wizards. These Englishmen, who studied at Hogwarts and always talked about Merlin, could hardly resist touching King Arthur's sword with their own hands.
Strangely enough, the sword in the stone, which had remained unresponsive to everyone else, suddenly emitted a dazzling silver light in Harry's hands, as if it had chosen him.
"This sword recognizes you! Harry! You will be the king of the new era!" Sirius exclaimed excitedly.
"Is that how it is?" The boy scratched his head, somewhat confused.
"But I already have a flail—and this is a sword for Muggles." He said with some disdain.
Unlike the Gryffindor sword, which can be used as a wand when necessary, this sword, made purely for Muggles, has no magical enhancement effects; it is simply tough and sharp enough.
"Ron, why don't you keep it? It's not really appropriate to always use a short sword." Harry handed it to his brother without hesitation.
But Ron hesitated for a moment and shook his head in refusal: "It chose you, there must be some reason for that, you should keep it."
To be honest, he was a little envious. Both Harry and Neville had goblin swords and were, in a sense, the right ones. This made him feel that they were the protagonists of this world, and he should retire to the background.
"Oh no! This looks bad. The surrounding mountains are about to collapse, and the island seems to be sinking too! We have to hurry!"
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