Everything within a two-hundred-ter radius turned into a hell on earth, the blue flas transford into monsters and mythical creatures that killed, burned, and destroyed everything in their path. The five mages who escaped the Firestorm found themselves completely powerless before the blue flas.
Which was not surprising; even Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort didn't touch the flas of Fiendfyre, much less these second-rate extras. In an instant, they all turned to ashes after a scream of pain and horror.
Stregobor didn't even care about the dead; he already knew that when he returned to Ban Ard, the title of Grand Master and all resources would be taken from him. The loss of thirty mages was not trivial; he didn't even know when Ban Ard last lost so many mages at once.
However, looking at Cadmus, protected by the enormous blue fireball, Stregobor also knew that Cadmus would not be fine. The honor and pride of Ban Ard had been crushed by a wild and naless mage. It could be that if Ban Ard did not react, their reputation would be dragged through the mud with the pigs.
And the only way to clear the academy's na was to kill Cadmus, so Stregobor knew that Cadmus's troubles were about to begin.
However, the Grand Master didn't want to know about that at the mont, as he was being targeted by demonic creatures made of blue flas. Looking at the Steel Golem, Stregobor didn't hesitate to control the Illusion himself.
The Golem's enormous hand reached towards the ground, and the Grand Master climbed onto the hand of the illusion he had created himself.
"Do you think you can be safe?" Seeing this, Cadmus murmured as he also extended his hand. At the sa mont, a large amount of blue fire gathered above his hand, manifesting as a fire arrow.
Cadmus didn't stop and made the fire arrow absorb more and more blue flas; the arrow gradually changed color, from pale blue to dark blue, and finally, to completely black. A black arrow floated silently above the Court Mage's hand.
"Escape." Cadmus murmured with a cold tone; he looked at the enormous Golem being besieged by thousands of flaming demonic entities and smiled. The next mont, the arrow shot silently. There was no sonic boom or anything else; it just seed to blend into the wind, silent and invisible.
Stregobor, who was on the Golem's shoulder, looked at the thousands of flaming demonic entities with a solemn gaze. Just as he expected, there was no end to the flas. The open portal was gushing flas non-stop.
The Grand Master presud that this portal would not close until the entire planet was burned to nothing. It was such an evil and dangerous spell that Stregobor wondered how such a young and powerful boy managed to, much less had the courage to use such a spell.
At that mont, a new category of magic arose in the Grand Master's mind – Forbidden Spells.
At the sa ti, Stregobor rembered the prophecy he saw in the flas. The world burning in flas and in the midst of the flas, a girl sitting on a black dragon with red eyes. At that mont, he seed to see a diffuse and ethereal figure beside the girl; this figure overlapped with the mage before him.
"Two aberrations." Stregobor murmured, then every hair on his body stood on end at the sa ti. The mage's face frankly changed, and without any hesitation, he jumped from the Golem's shoulder. Hundreds of years of experience gave him the ability to sense danger; this feeling had saved his life countless tis.
As he fell from the enormous Golem hundreds of ters high, Stregobor felt the strong wind and his hair violently trembling in the wind. However, his green eyes were fixed on the Steel Golem.
There was no explosion or fire; in the next second, an enormous hole appeared in the Golem's chest, the enormous structure of the alchemical creation collapsed the next mont. Afterward, the entire body of the Golem turned into ashes, which floated in the air.
Not only that, the ground and everything behind the Golem had now completely disappeared; no rocks, ground, or trees, an enormous winding and relatively narrow crater ford around Raventree Hall.
Stregobor saw this firsthand, and his face paled; if he hadn't trusted his instincts, he would have already beco a pile of ashes. For the first ti, the Grand Master Illusionist felt fear; this fear made him display a rage he hadn't felt during the battle.
The reason for the rage was simple: humiliation. He felt humiliated for feeling fear. Fear of a child, fear of death, and fear of his na becoming a laughingstock among his comrades-in-arms.
Creating a sea of bubbles to cushion his fall, Stregobor landed softly on the ground, but his expression showed no happiness; he looked at the thousands of flaming creatures with a touch of fear. He began to use every spell he knew.
However, regardless of the spell used, Fiendfyre was not an ordinary fla; it was a true elental and sentient fla whose sole purpose was to cause destruction through fire. Precisely because it was elental, it was practically invincible, unless the mage was capable of imprisoning an elental being.
However, Stregobor was a Grand Master Illusionist and a Master of Fire Magic; sealings were never an area of his research. So, before elental beings, the mage was powerless.
With the proximity of the flaming creatures, the expression of fear turned into horror, and the mage didn't hesitate to turn and run. He couldn't open a portal, so all that was left was to run, but mages were never known for being physically strong.
Stregobor's run was laughable; he looked like a pig running as fast as possible; there was no technique or refinent, just a desperate run whose purpose was to survive.
Cadmus, who now controlled the Fiendfyre, did not let his guard down and remained attentive to whether the mage would create more illusions in this seemingly desperate escape. Underestimating the tricks of a mage hundreds of years old was foolish, especially an illusionist mage.
The Court Mage controlled the Fiendfyre and surrounded the entire periter, leaving Stregobor in the center, cornered like a beast.
Stregobor knew this and looked at Cadmus, in the midst of the blue flas, completely immaculate and safe. Then, the mage began to laugh, guffawed, and looked at Cadmus with a gaze full of malice and chilling coldness.
"BOY, WE'RE GOING TO PLAY TO THE DEATH!!!" Stregobor said as the jewel on top of his staff shone like a small sun, and the next mont, it dissolved into luminous particles.
Cadmus looked at this with curiosity; he wanted to see what this mage could do at that mont. As for his words, the Court Mage didn't believe his words, much less the performance of the Ban Ard mage.
If there was one thing Cadmus knew about mages, it was that they liked to live and wouldn't give up until the last mont.
Huh?
Feeling sothing, Cadmus raised his head and looked at the sky with a strange gaze. In his senses, a large amount of magic was thrown towards the sky. Not a simple amount, but about half of Cadmus's own magic.
"Summoning magic?" Cadmus murmured with an uncertain tone. But his words ca true the next mont.
The white clouds, which covered the sky, now dispersed in an instant. A gigantic rock appeared in the sky. It was easily a few hundred ters high and wide.
"Is this summoning magic or an illusion?" Cadmus frowned at the teor that appeared in the sky. There was a solemn look on the Court Mage's face. "This is problematic."
If it was summoning magic, this thod was truly dangerous, as the kinetic energy coming from a teor from space was no joke. If it was illusion magic, Cadmus didn't believe Stregobor was capable of making a teor real.
However, regardless of whether it was real or fake, if the teor fell, Cadmus could imagine that everything within a two-hundred-kiloter radius would suffer from the impact. Harrenhal was in the impact area, as it was not far from Raventree Hall!
Looking at Stregobor's crazy expression, Cadmus showed a cold gaze, but his lips curved into an equally chilling smile.
"Since you want to play, let's play!" Cadmus felt no fear, only solemnity with the dangerous situation.
Pointing his hand upwards, Cadmus whispered.
"Protego Maxima!"
A blue ray shone from Cadmus's hand and advanced towards the sky like a pillar of blue light.
Stregobor, seeing this, showed a crazy smile and guffawed.
"IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO STOP A TEOR!!!!"
"EVEN IF THE WORLD TURNS UPSIDE DOWN, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!"
"WE'RE GOING TO DIE TOGETHER!!!"
"Even if the world turns upside down? Then I'll show you that magic is capable of performing miracles." Cadmus said with a smile.
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Guys, watching the Choso vs. Naoya fight with the Chinese censorship is one of the funniest things ever.
Since they can't show blood, they change the color of the blood to white.
It looks like Naoya is covered in sen, HAHAHAHHA!!!!
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