great-warnovel Chapter 531 War of Extermination
Chapter 531 War of Extermination
Chapter 531 War of Extermination
As Lanlock retreated, the red light that had been hindering the wizards' magic also receded.
This allowed the surging tide of undead and magical armies to engage the fairy defenses in close combat.
Curses and cannon fire rained down on each other, and corpses and steel clashed in a contest of strength.
A colossal beast from Africa stormed into the city, its massive body ramming into buildings and enemies before collapsing under the barrage of bullets and lasers.
The alchemical tanks and the fairies' high-tech steam tanks crushed each other, while magical artillery and TNT explosives clashed in a passionate exchange.
In the sky, beneath the imposing vortex of dark green curses, weather spells unleashed a new storm of lightning, and the black ships, corpse dragons, and air cavalry clashed with swarms of fairy flying machines as dense as bees.
The Thunderbirds cried out, guiding lightning to strike wildly through the enemy ranks, but the fairies also fiercely pursued and attacked them with precision-guided missiles.
The Goblet of Fire warriors, who had just joined forces with their school's army, once again took the lead, fighting against even more fairies and mechs.
But this battle was even more intense and brutal than the previous raid on Fairy Village.
Knowing that the fantasy city is the last bastion, the fairies unleashed a surge of fighting spirit.
Relying on the terrain and the protection of steel machinery, even if it meant their deaths, they would still shove the deadly bombs into the wizard's arms.
The casualty ratio once reached 1:5. Even with the protection of the dark, swirling yin-yang and magical artifacts, a large number of wizards were still under deadly threat.
Unfortunately, although the fairies envisioned fighting to the death and inflicting heavy casualties on the wizards, they suddenly discovered that these wizards would be teleported away by a white light the moment they were about to die.
Although many wizards did disappear on the battlefield, not a single corpse was found. All that remained were the remains of magical creatures, fairies, and steel. Even the werewolves who charged at the front and took the most damage would mysteriously vanish before their blood ran dry.
"How many people did we kill?" The fairies who were piloting mechs and fighting desperately couldn't help but wonder.
"Were they really killed? Or are these all hallucinations?"
In the unseen real world, within the mobile tower of New Paris, in the Room of Requirement, which had been expanded hundreds of times, flashes of white light, like firecrackers exploding, were constantly appearing. One by one, wizards, their expressions tense and bearing the marks of war, were suddenly transported there.
"Gentlemen, you have already died once." Filch, dressed as a gentleman, stood solemnly before the many wizards.
"Look at your Holy Seal of the Radiant Moon Law; the marks on it indicate the remaining number of transfers."
Beneath the brilliant, fluorescent blue pillar of light above the large round table, the warm fireplace crackled and popped, serving as both a source of heat and a gateway for the wizards.
"You still have a chance. You can pass through the flames and return to the battlefield. The light of the radiant moon will always protect you."
"And those of you who have used up your chances have been granted permission not to participate in this war again. Go down the stairs and you'll find the Eiffel Tower Square right outside."
"Of course, one can also obtain more opportunities for transfer by praying to the icon."
As the old gentleman was speaking, another flash of white light appeared, and this time it was an acquaintance—Cedric!
He was unlucky enough to have his armor spell shattered by a shell exploding around him, and was then targeted by a fairy's fatal curse as she was dying. The curse teleported to him just before he was hit, saving him from certain death.
He looked at the delicate pendant hanging around his neck; the scratches on it were slowly disappearing.
As Hermione's senior, it would be difficult for him to develop a devout faith in a short period of time, so he only has one guaranteed transfer opportunity.
"Go back and rest. Your time as a human warrior is over," Filch said to him.
Thanks to Hilmi's efforts before the war, almost all members of the Wizard Alliance were equipped with Holy Marks, which meant that the casualties the fairies suffered at the cost of their lives were actually not very meaningful; they could only deplete their already small population more quickly.
"No, this is a war of races." Cedric shook his head, his face still bearing the afterglow of surviving a catastrophe.
"Rather than staying at home, waiting for the results from the front lines, and waiting for others to decide the fate of myself and my family, I would rather be involved myself—even if the stakes are my own life."
The excellent Badger Boy said, then checked his wand again, grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, and left through the flames, heading back to the portal to the Dragon Arena.
In the round table hall, the other wizards from various factions had mostly run out of life-saving chances. The brutal war had made them want to give up, and they had planned to leave after Filch finished speaking.
But Cedric's words alerted them: going back now would be tantamount to handing their lives over to someone else.
If we lose this battle, all of humanity will be wiped out. What's the point of hiding at home?
"Let's go. We've already escaped death once. Even if we die again, this extra life is a bonus." They said this as they walked into the flames.
This scene, which unfolded in the Round Table Hall, also occurred around the world, in the Dragon Arena. Those wizards who were not conscripted and could only be considered ordinary people watching the game were also ignited with fighting spirit by Skeeter and others' live reports.
They might not be very strong, only knowing some common spells, and barely passing their graduation exams.
But this is a war of annihilation; if we lose, everyone will die!
The brutal war on the magical curtain is terrifying enough, but many wizards still choose to go to war for the sake of their families.
No one wants to sit idly by and wait to die, not even an ant.
They gathered around the large gates at various settlements, which were the starting points for the allied forces from different regions.
"We're joining the war too! Let's send those damned demons to hell!"
Behind the vast plains of Rielland, beneath the collapsed Fairy Seven Villages mountains, more wizards were transferred and brought over, serving as a fresh force to reinforce the vanguard.
They were also more cautious; with only one life left, they couldn't afford to waste it carelessly.
Unlike ordinary wizards, battles between great wizards are more dangerous, but also more difficult to resolve.
Following the stream of light that Lanlock had transformed into, Hermione, along with Hilmi and Grindelwald, flew to the top of the towering spire in the city center.
The Fairy Emperor transformed into his true form again, but this time he looked somewhat disheveled.
He had some scrapes and bruises, and dodging Hermione's deadly attack wasn't without its injuries.
At this moment, the Cup of Fulfillment was right behind him. The cursed energy gathered by the huge vortex in the sky was being drawn into it like a whale swallowing a dragon. Below the tower, there were countless human skeletons and imprisoned wizards, whose power was being drained.
"My people are dying—" He surveyed the entire battlefield, where most of the fairy city had been reduced to a sea of fire, and amidst the collapsed ruins, life-or-death battles were taking place.
"But their deaths will not be in vain, because you humans—more will die!"
He cursed viciously, then turned and grabbed the Holy Grail behind him.