Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 154 Divine Retribution Descends (Part 2)

The Divine Shot was a spell that Damon accidentally discovered in his first year.

With further refinement, it has become increasingly versatile.

There's nothing a single shot can't solve.

If so, then fire a few more rounds.
"Sagitta Divinus - Pluvia."

The incantation was uttered in a crisp tone, and countless beams of light appeared around Damon, locking onto everyone present and sending chills down their spines!

The smoke was blown away by the gale, and X reappeared, his mask half-broken, revealing a scarred face—the trio behind him had collapsed, their magic falling to the ground.

At this moment, he was already feeling somewhat annoyed.

Is it because he's heard too much praise from others for Mortos?
From when did he begin to feel resistant just hearing that name? Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a foolish decision.

They could have simply evacuated as soon as they discovered it.

Unexpectedly, the team that had carefully and painstakingly infiltrated for so long was inexplicably exposed to a madman.

But behind him is a renowned dark wizard family in the underground magic world; how could he possibly perish here!
Are these thirty pure-blood wizards, evil geniuses who have emerged from countless bloodshed and battles, really inferior to a single Auror?!

"He's a madman, kill him!"

Amidst X's ferocious and manic roar, the thirty elite wizards in the arena gathered together, their wands gleaming with black light.

"Oh? Did I stumble upon a dark wizard's lair?"

As X listened to Mortos's words, his body grew slightly cold. He could see no fear on the other man's face; only excitement shone in his azure eyes!

"Snap, snap, snap, snap!"

Various forms of dark magic impacted the blooming ice-colored lotus, like raindrops striking ice.

Damon felt his senses and mind being attacked from all angles at the same time—his vision blurred for a moment, his brain made a slight ringing sound, and a sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat—various curses were descending upon him, and with his body not yet transformed into a magical creature, he could not actually withstand them completely unscathed.

At this moment, Damon discovers that he has been injured for the first time in a long time.
When was the last time you were injured?
I seem to have some things I can't quite remember.

The metallic taste in his throat made him feel uncontrollably agitated—if he hadn't been proficient in Occupational Spells, he would have been driven mad by those mental interference spells.

But so what?
Let's see who gives up first!
Damon struggled to lift his wand, and while the icy lotus blocked the attacks coming from all directions, he prepared to abandon the attempt to remove the curse from his body and instead launch an attack!

"Roar!"

Just then, the eyeless white dragon emerged from Damon's body and roared furiously, as if provoked!

Amidst its deafening roar that pierced through the underground palace, all curses, both tangible and intangible, rapidly dissipated and vanished!
How could a half-finished Guardian Spell achieve this level of power?

As Damon's heart stirred slightly, he no longer hesitated—"Kill them, Sharpshooter."

The cold verdict was thus delivered.

The dense array of light arrows was completely formed, transforming into red and white spears.

The magic explosive, composed of high-density magic, disintegrated during high-speed flight, releasing even greater kinetic energy. The half-burnt spearhead pierced through the armor charm the moment it hit the armor, while the red one exploded into countless magic fragments!
Divine retribution has arrived! There is no escaping it!

At that moment, Kingsley, deep underground, suddenly raised his head and stared at the dome above him, his pupils dilating as he felt the force of a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down!
"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

The next moment, a series of explosions rang out, and the entire underground palace teetered on the brink of collapse under the intense, rain-like impact of the bombardment. Everyone faced at least two divine spears with the effects of bleeding and exorcising magic.

Their trusted shields and magical artifacts were pierced, and the blue spearheads pierced their bodies, exploding a second time in the next moment!
Their cervical vertebrae exploded one by one, and their magically enhanced bodies were torn apart and burned by the immense force. The vast energy attempted to destroy everything the moment it came into contact with their bodies!
Unstoppable! Unstoppable!
Even if you manage to dodge a fatal wound, the red spear symbolizing blood will arrive in an instant!

No matter what methods you use to avoid it, you can't escape that dense, shattering attack—your body will inevitably be injured, scraped, chafed, and cut, and then—blood will flow non-stop!
Blood vessels congealed into strands of hair, strands of hair formed trickles, trickles converged into streams—their bodies were losing blood at an extremely rapid rate—along with the magic within them!
The wizards who survived the Demon-Slaying Spear desperately tried to escape, using healing potions, spells, and magical items, but to no avail!

Even concept-based magical items that were not healing but recovery-type were completely helpless against the wound pierced by that red spear.

Ten seconds.

The deadly bombardment lasted only ten seconds, but for everyone else in the arena, it felt like an eternity—the rain of light from the divine gun carried them along, turning them into bloodstains amidst the massive explosion.

Their lives truly ended in just ten seconds.

Ten seconds later.

Hundreds of exploding guns would trigger a massive chain of earthquakes, causing tremors equivalent to a magnitude 5 earthquake—residential buildings would begin to shake, but thankfully the paintings on the walls wouldn't collapse—men and women on the streets of London would huddle in fear against the walls, feeling the ground tremble.

The underground bombing lasted only ten seconds.

The intense tremor lasted for a full five minutes.

Five minutes later, the tremors felt throughout London finally subsided. Many people, still shaken, got up and looked around in disbelief—nothing had happened, and no place had collapsed. The earthquake had come far too suddenly.

The wizards hidden in the Muggle world sensed the magic surging in the air and their expressions turned solemn.

Just now, an incredibly powerful wizard was casting a spell.

What did he do to cause such a commotion? Did something extraordinary happen while they were unaware of it?
Could such a powerful spell be from Dumbledore?
Inside the coffee shop, Rita Skeeter, a contributor to the Daily Prophet, adjusted her glasses, her previously anxious heart finally relaxing. Then, she burst forth with immense curiosity—

Who is it?! What happened?! Could it be that a battle comparable to that of the ages has taken place again?!
Inside the Ministry of Magic.

All the officials were mobilized, but in the Auror's office, a group of Aurors remained silent, some standing and some sitting.

They also felt the unparalleled tremors and the spread of magic. Because the Ministry of Magic was underground, they felt it even more intensely than the wizards on the surface!

"This commotion must be from Mortos."

The gatekeeper Auror whistled, and the others laughed.

"This is no laughing matter—this commotion is unprecedented!"

Some people didn't laugh; instead, they frowned.

"This will arouse suspicion among Muggles, and it will probably take some effort to cover it up afterwards."

"That's not all. What will happen next after he's caused such a big commotion?"

"What else can we do? Of course, another bunch of dark wizards will die, and then we'll go welcome our heroes back—what other choice is there!" "Is that so? You wouldn't understand. There's more than one person behind this black market; Caliban will offend many big shots this time."

"So what? What will happen?" Some people felt annoyed.

"He'll be in Wisconsin court! What do you think will happen!"

The Auror, equally worried about Mortos's situation, cried out.

"He just did the right thing, what right do those people have to judge him!"

"Enough! Stop arguing here! Go do what you're supposed to do! Do you think he didn't consider the consequences before doing these things?"

The sealed gates reopened, and the chaotic magic returned to normal—now that the battle had begun, there was no need to control the people here anymore.

Auror phantoms appeared and left immediately—some went to report the news, while others chose to rush to the battlefield.

Although both the former and the latter were somewhat too late at this point.
Amidst the ruins and dust, Damon lightly taps his wand.

The strong wind whipped up the stone bricks and various limestones, forming a gray mixture, which was then swept out along the passage of the underground palace in the blink of an eye.

Of those remaining standing, only Damon was still able to stand.

He didn't let his guard down and waved his wand again—the ground, ravaged as if it had been bombarded by missiles, began to hum, and countless stone hands rose from the ground, lifting broken limbs high into the air—these bodies were still bleeding, and bright red blood flowed continuously down the stone pillars beneath the stone hands.

If anyone else saw this, they would probably think they had stumbled into some kind of cult.

The only one completely unharmed was the man who called himself X and kept his head hidden.

"Then, let's fire another shot at the main leader."

Damon summoned another beam of light, aiming it at the motionless X's body—a dazzling white light flashed in the air, forming a flowing arrow.

The next moment, X, who had been dead, suddenly 'woke up'!
"Avada Kedavra!"

A green death ray shot out from the tip of the wand, rushing towards Damon at an extremely fast speed, but was blocked by a series of ice shields in front of him in the next moment.

At the same time, X suddenly grabbed the collar of his clothes, revealing a blue diamond-shaped gemstone necklace.

"recall!"

Accompanied by this urgent sound, the gemstone necklace emitted a blindingly bright light, and two concentric halos emerged from within the necklace, instantly enveloping X's body—his body became ethereal and transparent.

"Morthos."

X's face was grim. He wanted to say something harsh before leaving, but in the end he said nothing. He was afraid of angering the other party.

If the enemy relentlessly pursues him, his elite troops will have been wiped out, leaving only a few specialists. Thinking about it carefully, he really didn't need to provoke this monster.
"Wow!"

The aperture suddenly shuddered, and X's body was instantly sucked into it—the aperture then shattered into points of light, and X's figure had vanished without a trace.

"Interesting. Apparition is prohibited here, yet he was still able to teleport away?"

A flash of light appeared in Damon's eyes. Just now, he had seen how the necklace worked—a wizard who was proficient in teleportation used the necklace as a temporary key to teleport X's body away.

So, should we pursue it?
Damon thought for a while and finally decided to give up. In the time he hesitated, the other party should have escaped immediately after the transfer.

The reason he hesitated was simply because he felt it was a bit unnecessary.

He wasn't particularly concerned about someone who was just a black market operator.

People fear evil because they lack the power to fight it.

And what about this x?

Damon beats him every time he sees him.

He doesn't need to dwell on those he's already defeated, because they've fallen behind him, and the gap between them will only widen.

Also, it seems he went a bit too far this time. He looks a little tired.

Even when facing Voldemort possessing Lockhart alongside Dumbledore after entering his second year, he had never felt this exhausted—after all, he had just endured more than twenty evil curses in one go.

Although the Occlumency spell blocked most of the effects of the divine curse, the body, unlike magical creatures, which possess strong magical resistance, still seemed to be affected to some extent.
"cough."

Damon coughed lightly, clearing the blood from his throat, and then cast a head-bubbling spell on himself. Hmm, he felt a little better.

After this battle, he gained many more insights.

His understanding of black magic was still too superficial.

This kind of curse, which is specifically designed to kill, is too dangerous to resist with just a curse—every time he resisted the Killing Curse, he was secretly sweating bullets.

If only there were magic that could completely resist such a spell. Well, actually it's not impossible—if we used dark magic for defense, combined with transfiguration and spellcasting to create a completely new defensive spell, I wonder if it could block the Death Curse?
Let's try again when we have another chance.
Thinking of this, Damon couldn't help but sigh.

Ultimately, the problem is still insufficient firepower.
The sharpshooter was too slow, which gave those people the opportunity to hurt me.

In the battle just now, if the guardian hadn't noticed the sudden outbreak of the curse on him, he would have had a real problem dealing with so many curses at the same time.

It's time to put the research on the Kebulai Sage Fire on the agenda—then he'll be Uchiha Itachi, burning these people to death with a single glance using the 'Amaterasu' Sage Fire!

"Sir, are you okay?"

Jin Silai appeared hastily.

"It's alright. Have you taken care of things down there?"

"Hmm, there are tons of magical items inside, and a bunch of Muggle and wizard children, those beasts!"

Upon hearing this, Damon walked towards the storage area. He saw many Muggles with lifeless eyes, and a look of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

Since coming to this world, most of the people he has met have been wonderful, which made him subconsciously think that this is what the magical world is like.

Now it seems that he didn't kill enough.

(End of this chapter)