"The Flint family truly made a 'Grave' mistake." Sagres chuckled to his own word then waved his wand disdainfully. "Iron Torrent!"
The steel golems that had reached him and raised their weapons instantly lted into scorching molten iron, flying toward the undead creatures that had erged from the ground.
"By the way.. You should thank ," Sagres said as he walked.
"What!?"
"If I hadn't killed Leonard, it wouldn't have been your turn to be head of the Flint family, would it?"
"Shut up—! Avada Kedavra!" Carbott continued to furiously wave his wand, and a green light shot toward Sagres.
Sagres casually flicked his wand, and a stone wall imdiately rose from the ground, blocking the rushing werewolves and simultaneously intercepting Carbott's Killing Curse.
"Tomorrow morning's Daily Prophet headline might change…" His steps were unhurried, and the stone wall between them slowly dissipated as he approached.
Finally, Sagres arrived in front of the other party, looking down at him. "The Flint Family Suffers Werewolf Attack, Head Carbott Flint Unfortunately Dies." How do you like this headline?"
The steel golems and alchemy golems behind him had all lted into molten iron by the Iron Torrent, and the undead that had burst from the ground were also burned to ashes by the molten iron. Sagres looked at the other party's terrified face and nodded calmly. "It seems you don't like it very much…"
"But it doesn't matter, as long as I like it!"
He raised his hand and waved his wand. A Severing Charm rapidly shot toward the dark corridor.
The house-elf attempting a sneak attack quickly used a Shield Charm to block, but the crimson spell light instantly lted upon touching the circular Shield Charm.
The elderly elf imdiately fell into confusion upon seeing this scene, and then his Shield Charm transford into densely packed red spell blades, shooting like lightning toward himself from behind the shield.
Splash!
The house-elf nad Corcian was cut into pieces, scattered on the ground.
The last glimr of hope in Carbott's eyes vanished with it. He slumped to the ground, his malicious gaze fixed on Sagres.
Sagres calmly t his gaze and said emotionlessly, "I guess, in less than three seconds, you'll be begging to kill you…"
"I will never submit to you…"
"Well, getting your flesh stripped from your bones will help you change your mind—Carnem exue~!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
…
Sagres coldly retracted his wand. "It seems I overestimated you—a waste who can't even beg for rcy."
Waving his hand to remove the stone wall surrounding the werewolves, a group of werewolves leaped from the wrought-iron bridge of Flint Manor and once again rushed toward him.
A Levitation Charm threw the half-dead Carbott toward the rushing werewolves, and the leading tall werewolf fiercely swung its sharp claws at the approaching "obstacle," imdiately tearing Carbott in half.
Sagres raised an eyebrow and calmly cast a spell on the rushing werewolves. "Honum Revelio."
Woosh—!
A powerful magical fluctuation swept through instantly, and the group of rampaging werewolves imdiately reverted to human form, then fell heavily to the ground.
"So they're all famous wanted criminals…" Sagres glanced around and found that he recognized several of them.
The slightly panicked pack of werewolves quickly regained their composure and transford back into werewolves amidst a series of howls.
Scarface, who was at the forefront, had corrosive saliva dripping from his fangs, but he collided with a transparent mbrane three feet from Sagres—it wasn't a Shield Charm, but a Mirror Impact.
The tall werewolf was instantly knocked flying, and Sagres even calmly stated his identity: "Gargoyle Scarfella, forr interrogator for the Ministry of Magic's Dangerous Creatures Division, who escaped after being discovered conducting Dark Arts experints on werewolf prisoners, and is now the tactical commander of the Blood Moon Alliance."
Looking at the other party's tall figure, he couldn't help but shake his head. "Tsk.. Too bad he looks like a brainless idiot. Is the position of tactical commander really not a joke?"
Gargoyle was enraged by his words, and after landing, he howled and charged at him with even greater speed.
"Too eager to die, huh?" (A/N: Courting Death!💀)
Sagres muttered coldly, sending him flying again with a Sandstorm, followed by an Earth Bind that generated a patch of rock spikes where he landed.
Squelch!
This ti, Gargoyle was impaled like a hedgehog by the rock spikes and never stood up again.
At the sa ti, Sagres dodged three shots of corrosive pus, then waved his wand at an extrely fast speed. "Leporem Repellens!"
The corrosive pus imdiately flew back in the direction it ca from at an even faster speed, directly hitting the gray-white-furred werewolf that was leaping toward him.
"Ug—Arrghh!!"
The other party scread, fell to the ground, and struggled to transform back into human form.
Sagres pointed at the struggling woman on the ground and continued to calmly comnt, "Scab Seraphina, a St. Mungo's Healer by origin. Obsessed with developing new plagues by mixing werewolf venom and potions, she voluntarily joined the Blood Moon Alliance to obtain live experintal materials."
He raised his eyelids. "I heard you cultivated a parasitic plant using werewolf saliva that can grow on the victim's vocal cords and emit screams until death?"
Without waiting for an answer, a Crimson Tear ended her pain.
Then he turned and waved his wand at the distant iron-cast corridor bridge, and the heavy steel instantly animated into a giant python, wildly twisting its body to join the battlefield.
A werewolf leaping from the 1st floor toward Sagres was too late to dodge and was whipped away by the snake's tail.
At this mont, Sagres was still speaking non-stop: "Grumador Bullock, a Squib-born alchemist's assistant, who, to follow Fenrir and fight against magic discrimination, actively killed his savior."
A Bone-Shattering Charm turned him into dust, and he continued to wave his wand without pause—"Chaotic Reassembly!"
The curtain torn by another werewolf on the left had not yet fallen, but the scattered velvet imdiately reassembled into a barbed net, trapping him in mid-air.
"The twin werewolves, Tick and Topak—deford conjoined twins—who like to carve a two-headed wolf mark on their victims' corpses…"
He raised his wand, and a conical Buzzing Blast shot from the wand tip, directly causing the two-headed werewolf to bleed from its nose and mouth, its internal organs shattered.
It was then that Sagres noticed he had stepped into a swamp of pus and blood, and blue flas had ignited where the blood had touched.
He waved his wand disdainfully. "Frostfire Reversal!"
The flas imdiately receded from his feet, rapidly rolling back through the blood swamp into the werewolf pack.
Ice magic froze the werewolves' legs into ice sculptures, and fire magic burned their flesh to rot.
The remaining five werewolves were scared out of their wits by Sagres's series of attacks and imdiately turned and fled with terrified expressions.
"You can't escape…" He lightly tapped the steel giant python with his wand, and the massive snake body imdiately lted into scorching molten iron, rapidly rushing toward the remaining group.
The first two werewolves to escape decisively dispelled their werewolf forms and pulled out their wands, about to Apparate.
But Sagres was faster.
"Displacent Reversal!"
The werewolves who had just disappeared with Apparition reappeared in mid-air, but the forcibly interrupted Apparition tore their bodies into several pieces, scattered on the ground.
Sagres's face grew increasingly calm.
He stepped over a ground covered in werewolf fur and walked toward the dying Gargoyle Scarfella, pointing his wand at the other party's forehead and coldly speaking: "Give my regards to Fenrir…"
A subtle ripple passed, and Gargoyle, impaled on the rock spikes, completely beca a corpse.
Turning to look at the massive Flint family manor, Sagres calmly controlled the torrent of steel to impact all the buildings.
This ancient Baroque building was quickly devastated by magic, but to completely clear the magical portraits inside the building, Sagres stood at a distance and directly released a second ancient war magic.
"Deus Belli! Heareth mine own calleth, ₼€₮€Ꮻ₹ $Ʉ₼₼Ꮻ₦!"
The sky suddenly changed color—a huge burning teor pierced through the clouds, plumting with intense wind pressure.
BoooOOOooom!
This was a remnant magic from the Giant and Wizard war era, and like Iron Torrent, both belonged to war magic focused on efficient killing, area destruction, and strategic control, and are now listed as forbidden arts by the International Confederation of Wizards.
Sagres looked at the almost completely destroyed building and muttered to himself, "There are not many people left in the Flint family. I hope you learn your lesson."
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