great-warnovel Chapter 532 The Emperor on the Throne
Chapter 532 The Emperor on the Throne
Chapter 532 The Emperor on the Throne
From the dark green dust cloud, the winter curse that Lanlock II once spread is being rapidly recovered at an exponential rate.
The dark green energy, condensed into a trickle, flowed into the cup and transformed into a blood-red liquid. At this moment, the Holy Grail was nearly full, and the ritual would be completed soon!
But the fairies have no time left. If they don't have any new trump cards, they will be wiped out by humans before the Holy Grail is fully completed!
Lanlock II grasped the Holy Grail and unexpectedly tilted it, causing the almost full crimson liquid to flow downwards.
"What is he trying to do?" The three human archmages were all puzzled as to why he would take the initiative to slow down the accumulation of the Holy Grail at this time.
Dark green trickles flow from the sky into the cup, and then bright red blood flows down from the cup, looking both beautiful and eerie.
The crimson wisp wasn't dispersed in the air; instead, it seeped down the spire's tip.
Grindelwald seemed to realize something: "The throne!"
"He wants to use the power of the Holy Grail to strengthen the throne!"
Hermione suddenly became alert. The last time they came here, Grindelwald saw Lanlock sitting on the throne through his third eye, and his power was so great that even the two of them together could not resist him!
But in that brief moment of distraction and thought, a strange change occurred within the spire.
A strong red light emanated from the tower, and as the blood from the Holy Grail fell, it seemed that another source of light was activated within the tower.
Immediately afterwards, the light source rose rapidly from the various windows of the tower, creating a constantly shifting interplay of light and shadow.
A powerful pressure emanated from the tower, forcing the three of them to retreat.
With a deafening roar, the spire was shattered by a tremendous force, and a magnificent silver throne rose up, radiating a blinding crimson light.
"Wait! Why is there someone sitting on the throne?!"
Not just Hermione, all the wizards saw it.
On the tower, Lanlock stood suspended, holding a magic sword in one hand and a holy grail in the other. Beside him, on a floating silver throne, sat a fairy with an extremely similar appearance.
"Wait, that looks like it's dead?" Grindelwald frowned.
The fairy sitting on the silver throne has almost only half a head and a shrunken body; the rest of the body is pieced together from fairy metal and machinery.
The guy had his eyes closed and was completely lifeless, showing no reaction even in such a brutal battlefield.
"That's Lanlock I!" Mag exclaimed as he rode atop the stone dragon, maneuvering against the fairy flying machines.
"I've read the school's historical records; didn't he die underground?"
It was a nearly forgotten past: a fifth-grade transfer student, ancient magic, and an ambitious man plotting to incite another fairy rebellion.
Only a very few wizards from that time knew about that history. Even Adbe Wolflin only knew the general outline. The only surviving record is probably the confidential records of the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.
"Yes, my father's grand dream was shattered by a laughable fifth-grader," Lanlock II sneered.
"When I finally managed to find my father's remains after going through countless hardships and diving underground, he was all that was left. Even the power of the ancient magic he had pursued for half his life had been drained, leaving only a tiny, insignificant remnant in his bone marrow."
He turned to look at the lifeless corpse on the throne: "But fortunately, you humans don't understand fairy magic, you don't know the extent of what we can do."
"Even the slightest remnant from a corpse can be nurtured and strengthened again under my careful care!"
"The Winter's Curse, the Holy Grail, and everything you're facing today all stem from your arrogance a century ago!"
With his words, more Holy Grail blood flowed onto the throne and onto the corpse of Lanlock I.
The increasingly strong magical fluctuations also emanated from the corpse that should have been dead for hundreds of years.
"Be careful, there's a large rune in that corpse." Hilmi's ethereal voice came from beside her ear; it was her half-body warning her. In his moon form, he had an even sharper magical observation ability.
The Great Rune possessed by the fairies is hidden within the body of Lanlock I? No wonder Lanlock II doesn't seem very strong, only at the level of an ordinary archmage.
The figure Grindelwald saw that day, the one who might have left them on the throne in the Fairy Realm, was actually Lanlock I, wasn't it? If he had acted then, it would have been just like today, with the desperate Lanlock I forcibly waking up his dead father and leaving them both on the Rielland Plains.
Hermione frowned. She didn't know what the goblins' runes were, but they were definitely not easy to deal with.
As the blood flowed, the corpse's tremors grew stronger until it suddenly opened its eyes, shooting out an ominous red light.
An astonishing aura emanated from it, and its overwhelming power almost covered the dust cloud overhead.
"Fairies, come and pay homage to your first emperor, the great Lanlock I! The immortal Lanlock God-Emperor, who will make the fairies great again!"
At the urging of the Second Emperor, the corpse on the Silver Throne stood up. It floated in the air, exuding a terrifying aura even without doing anything, far stronger than the living Second Emperor.
Grindelwald frowned, staring at the old monster that had seemingly come back from the dead—no, it couldn't be called a resurrection, but rather something in between, neither alive nor dead, rising anew with the power of the Holy Grail.
Can a fairy's magic bring the dead back to life?
No, that's a technique similar to Voldemort's methods of deceiving the world. If Lanlock had secretly done that to his father's corpse back then, Voldemort might not even be considered the originator; he would just be a lucky dark wizard.
Visibly, nearly a quarter of the blood in the Holy Grail had been lost, but the endless vortex of curses in the sky was still replenishing it at an extremely rapid pace.
"Father, the fairies are once again facing a life-or-death crisis! Those despicable human wizards have invaded our homeland, destroyed the seven ancient fairy villages, and the extinction of our race is imminent. You must return! Kill these invaders!"
The newly awakened First Emperor seemed confused about the situation, but after the Second Emperor explained, it quickly fixed its scarlet eyes on the great wizards before it.
"With the Holy Grail in hand, my son and I, working together, will make the fairies invincible!" The Second Prince laughed and plunged the demon sword in his right hand into the Holy Grail once more.
The cup, though not deep, completely contained the entire blade of the demon sword.
When he drew it again, a layer of blood-red light coated the sword, and surging magical power surged like a tide. Even though he didn't have a Great Rune, his strength suddenly increased by a lot.
"Watch out!" Hilmi's telepathic warning had barely arrived when the resurrected Corpse I extended his metal fingers toward Hermione.
A crimson beam of light erupted instantly, like another version of Comet Yazler, shooting towards the witch at a speed faster than the naked eye could see.
The soreness in her right eye had not completely subsided. At this moment, she had no vision of the future and relied solely on her combat reflexes to dodge with a flash.
Before she could even cast a spell to retaliate, Grindelwald had already joined the fray.
A burst of blazing black flame streaked past him like a meteor, and the Dark Lord, enveloped in the flames, charged toward the formidable Lanlock I.
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