bookbashuk Chapter 406 The Greatsword of Eternal Punishment, Burning Away Everything! The Ministry of Magic Fee
Chapter 406 The Greatsword of Eternal Punishment, Burning Away Everything! The Ministry of Magic Fee
Chapter 406 The Greatsword of Eternal Punishment, Burning Everything! The Ministry of Magic Feels Tremors Tonight.
That's what I mean.
Only then did everyone realize with a start that the enemy was still there!
I quickly looked up and what came into view were eyeballs, like the sky, hidden in the holes.
Strangely, some of the eyeballs were shaped like tumors, with burn-like marks, making them appear blind.
[You arrogant human! How dare you save someone who is destined to die, repeatedly challenging my authority!!!]
A hoarse roar echoed throughout the Department of Mysteries.
It's quite obvious that it's a female voice.
"Gurgle gurgle."
The giant hand that Ethan had severed began to grow new flesh again.
It had swelled up a size larger than before, like it had been soaked in water, and was covered with bumpy pustules, looking as disgusting as a toad.
I've changed my mind... Tonight, I will end the fate of all of you! None of you will escape!!!
The words fell.
The surrounding walls and floor had become as sticky as mud!
Countless bulges emerged, spewing ominous dark green poisonous mist, enveloping them like a cage of plague.
Heh...
One by one, the grotesque corpses covered in mud crawled out from all directions.
It roared, determined to drag them all into a horrific death!
"Burn to smithereens! Blazing in flames! Damn it, there are too many of them!"
"They keep crawling out like maggots, you can't kill them all!"
"We're doomed, we're really going to die... What kind of being have we messed with?!"
"Ethan, President! Please think of something!"
In a desperate plea, Ethan first put a protective shield on everyone to shield them from the toxic fog of the plague.
Then, looking up at the hand of Death that had been restored in mid-air, he pondered:
While the Blood and Spine Sword can wound Death, it cannot address the root of the problem.
To deliver a devastating blow, one must exploit the Grim Reaper's weakness—"fire."
Ethan turned his head sharply to look at Harry, who was waving his wand, and gave him a gentle smile.
Harry: ? ? ?
Harry instinctively shivered, a sense of foreboding, even more ominous than that of an Infernal, shooting from his back to the top of his head!
Ethan said gently, "Savior, may I borrow your brain for a moment?"
It's time, the King of Mad Fire is activated!
Harry: "Wait, wait, Ethan—!"
Ethan smiled and reached out to grab Harry's head!
As magic surged in, Harry's eyes instantly emitted two blazing beams of light!
"Ughhhhh!!!"
Orange-yellow flames spewed out, coiling around Ethan's arm and burning snake-like marks on his pale skin.
The trail extended all the way to the greatsword in Ethan's hand!
Using flesh and blood as fuel, it devoured the entire greatsword in the blink of an eye, igniting a raging fire that illuminated the darkness!
It wasn't dragon flames imbued with positive power, but rather a mad fire filled with curses and evil!
"Shouldn't we...seriously, shouldn't we do something about Ethan?"
Ron looked at Harry, who was screaming in agony, and whispered, "Harry looks like he's about to die."
He was "sacrificed" by his own people before he could even use the Yin Corpse.
Even monsters would exclaim "Wow!" upon seeing this!
Amidst the howls, Ethan gritted his teeth and gripped the burning greatsword tightly, sweat pouring down his forehead, barely able to feel his hands.
Lift it up... lift it up...!
"You're just a weak mortal, accept your incompetence..." The eyes rolled down at Ethan, looking down at him condescendingly, saying, "As a mere mortal, you've done quite well."
Unfortunately, mortals are just mortals.
No matter how much they struggle, they are just ants under the wheel of fate.
In the midst of conversation.
A giant hand covered in pustules slowly pressed down from above, as if to suppress all resistance.
The shadows loomed, emanating a chilling pressure.
Ethan ignored Death's nonsense; all his attention was focused on the Madfire Greatsword in his hand.
Inch by inch, inch by inch.
Unconscious, trembling hands gripped the handle tightly in the flames.
Lift it up slowly.
"Just raise it a little higher, just a little higher...!"
Ethan's eyes were piercing, and his breath tasted metallic.
Just as the giant hand of death was gradually approaching.
A pair of rough hands suddenly reached into the flames and, together with him, grasped the handle.
He lifted the greatsword up a bit in one go.
"You know, the Blake family always pays back."
Sirius blinked at Ethan and grinned, trying to look nonchalant.
But the next second, he winced in pain, his face contorted in agony: "Ouch! It's so hot! How did you manage to stay completely silent?!"
Sirius stared at Ethan in surprise, then replied to himself, "Never mind, you're probably just spouting nonsense like 'suffering is a blessing' again."
Ethan paused, then laughed brightly: "Haha. What could be crazier than the god-slaying we're about to do?"
Sirius's pupils contracted, then he licked his lips like a wolf and said excitedly, "This is really interesting."
Under the spell cast by the members, the corpse was kept outside a certain area.
Sirius's magic flowed into the greatsword, creating a lifting force.
Under Ethan's guidance, the greatsword was slowly and steadily raised.
Finally, he aimed the scorching sword tip at the rotting giant hand hanging overhead.
Ethan gripped his greatsword in a throwing motion, his eyes blazing, unleashing a torrent of power as he roared, "Take this righteous blow! Death!!"
"Go! Wield the greatsword of eternal punishment, the sword of pain and judgment—!!!"
In an instant.
Ethan took a step forward, twisted his waist, and the flaming greatsword in his hand flew straight out like an arrow!
Enveloped in crimson-orange flames capable of burning even the soul, it streaked across the sky like a meteor and crashed into the oncoming giant palm!
then.
Without the slightest pause, it pierced through!
【Ugh!】
The embodiment of death cried out in pain, its countless eyes widening in shock and rage!
The painful memory of being blinded by flames resurfaced in his mind!
Damn it! Did you think I'd fall into the same trap twice?!
【roar!!】
The flesh surged wildly, coalescing into a solid shield brimming with magic, determined to block the flaming greatsword!
However, His vision went slightly astray.
As if mocking fate, the flaming greatsword shot straight out from the gap in the still unfinished shield!
In one fell swoop, it pierced the eyeball of the Grim Reaper!
【Aaaaaaahhhhhh—!!!】
A piercing scream erupted, and crimson flames instantly engulfed the entire dome!
[This is impossible! This is impossible! How could I, chosen by fate, the agent of the gods on earth, be defeated?!]
【No!!!】
A roar filled with intense resentment and bitterness echoed throughout the vast space.
The shock caused everyone to cover their ears.
"call!"
Blazing flames rose from the walls and the ground, and countless undead screamed as they turned to ashes.
Everyone was covered in dust and panting heavily.
Standing in the blazing flames, the heat warmed my sweat-dampened clothes.
—It was like a grand finale, yet also like the budding of a brand new future.
You... a mortal, can never defeat a god!
The embodiment of death roared in agony, its countless eyes fixed on Ethan, before being engulfed in flames along with its arms.
"Clatter".
A piece of "coke" fell down.
It happened to fall right in front of Ethan.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
Ethan was breathing heavily, he hadn't felt his magic power so depleted in a long time.
He looked down, activated his magic, and levitated the string of "items dropped by the Grim Reaper's incarnation" in front of him.
It was a charred arm, which, due to carbonization, was only a few sizes larger than a normal person's hand.
Within it was a luminous substance, resembling a miniature sun.
[Congratulations! You have obtained the item dropped by the Grim Reaper: Corpse Spark!]
[Description: When enlightened beings are cremated, they leave behind relics. Those who follow heretical paths, however, are cremated and become fuel for the sun.]
The orb of light, condensed from flesh and blood, emits a soft yet intense glow as it decays, warmer and more vibrant than a merciless lamp.
[It can be placed in a shrine to serve as lighting, or it can be transformed into a higher form through some ritual.]
"This is good stuff!"
Ethan's eyes lit up, and he smiled as he played with the charred arm.
His appearance caused the surrounding members of the commune to involuntarily keep their distance.
Our own boss is tinkering with weird stuff again.
"Warmer than light, it can be used for illumination. In other words, it can be used to travel to some dark places."
Ethan looked thoughtful, turned his head, and looked down at the stone gate, his fingers tracing the blazing ball of light.
Perhaps he has a way to reach the other side of the veil.
Just then.
"Put down, put down the wand! Don't move!"
A trembling shout rang out, followed by a flurry of footsteps. Dozens of Aurors filed out from all directions and surrounded them.
The way they looked at Ethan, or rather, the way they looked at him, was filled with shock and fear!
There was even some reverence.
The flesh and blood covering the sky disappeared.
Ethan then realized that his final blow had pierced through the entire Ministry of Magic!
In its place, a huge hole was left running through the entire Ministry of Magic!
A faint light emanated from the end of the passageway.
The flames died down, revealing a massive spine embedded within, resembling some ancient relic.
Under the bright light, an old dust emanates from the air.
If it weren't for those heads peeking out from above, it would be even more serene.
The unfortunate Ministry of Magic members left on night watch: (o口Q)
All the students: ∑（A{°）！
Oh no! They got so caught up in the game that they forgot this was the Ministry of Magic!
Ethan has completely ripped apart the Ministry of Magic!
Aurors, let me explain!!
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