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Chapter 298 The Cicada Sheds Its Shell

Faced with a hidden killing move, Haierbo displayed the qualities of a legend.

What cemented his reputation, besides the lost schools of magic, was primarily dark magic! Especially the dark magic he unleashed in his current form!

The Avada Kedavra curse, which was slightly weaker than Voldemort's earlier, now took on a different character, containing not only the concept of death but also elements of decay, corruption, and other impurities.

The air was thick with smoke and mist, as if even the air itself was being polluted. Screams filled the air, as if countless lives were wailing in agony.

The phantoms of various magical creatures may be traces left behind, or they may be enslaved souls.

All of this created an image of a demon, which was met by the holy pillar of fire shooting upwards from below.

The beings on earth silently recited everything they could think of in the face of this situation: "At that time, the Lord sent sulfur and fire down from the Lord in heaven on Sodom and Gomorrah, and destroyed those cities and the whole plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities and everything that grows in the ground."

"Then the Lord sent down fire, which consumed the burnt offering, the wood, the stones, and the dust, and dried up the water in the ditch. When the people saw this, they fell facedown and said, 'The Lord is God! The Lord is God!'"

It was like divine punishment, the only difference being that the fire started from the ground and rose into the sky. It wasn't a divine judgment, but more like a mortal conquest.

A conspicuous pillar of fire appeared in the sky, clearly visible even from a great distance.

When the police arrived to provide assistance, they saw that cars were breaking down, stalling, being damaged, and even crashing into trees one after another.

The militants suddenly discover they have a terminal illness and need to go to the hospital for treatment immediately, or they find that the gas cylinder at home is left on and need to rush back to turn it off.

Some naive people whispered to their colleagues, "Since terrorists are causing trouble at the front, why don't they go and suppress them?"

Then, the man received a hard blow and was scolded: "What terrorist? Weren't we out for some fresh air today?!"

The person in charge of the team also glanced discreetly at the driver who was taking his car.

In a brief glance in the rearview mirror, the driver understood immediately, slammed on the gas, jerked the steering wheel, and crashed into a roadside rock: "Sorry, sir, my driving skills are terrible! I accidentally hit a rock! We need to get the car repaired here!"

The person in charge flew into a rage: "The higher-ups entrusted us with such an important task, sending us to maintain the safety of tourists in the pyramid area! How could you make such a mistake! Hurry up and fix the car! Normally it takes you a whole day to fix a car, but today it must be fixed within half a day, understand?!"

"Understood, sir. I'll definitely fix the car within half a day!"

The person in charge berated the driver, and the others followed suit, expressing deep regret at not being able to serve their country: "What a pity, my car also has a problem!"

"Yes, we were doing our duty, but we couldn't get to the scene because of the lack of public transportation!"

"Bang!"

"Thump!"

Two drivers joined the discussion, casually lighting cigarettes and brushing dust off themselves: "What exactly happened at the tourist area? I see that pillar of fire—"

"Didn't the person who called the police say there was a demon? Well, let's report it truthfully, claiming we engaged in a fierce battle with a demon, and that our vehicle was ultimately destroyed by it!" The man with a cigarette in his mouth said casually to his superior, "It's not that we didn't try, it's just that our opponent was a demon crawled out of hell!"

The person in charge smiled helplessly. Although he didn't make it to the scene this time and wouldn't be in direct danger, he would definitely be severely reprimanded when he got back, and might even be demoted.

After all, tourists come from all over the world, and there might be some important figures appearing near the scenic area. It would be fine if other important figures could explain the situation, but the real danger is the appearance of spoiled brats or even more extreme individuals.

He looked towards the horizon.

The pillar of fire that pierced the sky from the ground carried a faint scent of sulfur. Even in the daytime, the pillar of fire was still dazzling and had a sacred feel to it. It stood there so awe-inspiringly in everyone's eyes.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed.

If the police force that came to provide support from afar could be seen so clearly, then the tourists on the scene must be even more aware.

"Are you sure you saw the younger one—" Louis didn't dare utter the word "devil," given the use of such sacred flames and the terrifying appearance of the middle-aged man after his transformation, who was hostile to the younger one—

He had a realization, but he wasn't sure whether he should share it.

Jill shared this feeling, and he cautiously asked, "Could it be angels and demons—?"

Then Louis shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum: "I think we should shut up."

Jill briefly cleared her mind and realized that in this situation, the best thing for ordinary people like them was to keep their mouths shut, lest they end up dying from knowing too much and being shot eight times in the back.

During the conversation, the others changed the infighting between demons to angels fighting against demons, making it seem like the angels were no match for the demons.

After being scorched by the pillar of fire, it gradually fell as a shower of crimson light. From where the light rain was dense, a loud laugh came: "Very good, even stronger than I imagined. It's just a pity that you ultimately failed to reach this level."

Helbo, charred black and in a terrible state, shook himself, large chunks of dead skin peeling off, flesh and blood filling his body with each breath. This was a healing ability formed by the superposition of various magical creatures, a healing ability that even exceeded Saint Munger's boldest imagination.

"You're still too naive." As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared behind Ryan, his palm wreathed in black light, and rushed towards his heart.

The authentic Black Tiger Heart-Piercing Technique.

Duang!

The chief and Ryan collided back to back, creating a sonic boom.

Click!

Helbo realized something was wrong, but it was too late to retreat. He saw Ryan's figure rapidly change, transforming into a huge alchemical doll, its entire body glowing red.

Then came a loud bang.

The contemporary metal storm and explosion wave warmly welcomed the classical wizard who emerged from the depths of time.

"That's art, Mr. Helbo." Several kilometers away, at the top of the pyramid, Ryan was panting as Dumbledore's voice came through the communicator—Dumbledore said he would be there soon.

"I really can't take it anymore." He smiled bitterly. He had gradually lost his strength during the initial period of sparring with Helbo.

Finally, maintaining the Alchemy Matrix to forcibly convert Fiendfire into Divine Fire left him utterly exhausted. To be on the safe side, he used Transfiguration to transform the Alchemy Puppet into his own form, installed concentrated explosives made by Penelope inside, and then poured a large amount of blood into the Alchemy Puppet to confuse Helbo's senses and prevent him from noticing the problem.

The method of shedding one's shell naturally comes at a price; otherwise, how could others believe that the shed shell is the original body?

As a result, he was weak, mentally exhausted, and had lost too much blood. These three factors combined at the same time. Luckily, he took the medicine quickly, or he would have fainted long ago.

Helbo was caught in a storm of metal, his body covered in wounds, one eye perched on his petrified, molten skin, and a strong smell of sulfur filled the air. This time, it really wasn't just his imagination.

If it were an ordinary wizard, even a legend like Dumbledore or Gale, being caught off guard and struck head-on would either kill or cripple them.

But Ryan knew that Helbo's injuries were far more severe than they appeared—a legendary wizard skilled in both bloodline transplantation and dark magic, his offensive, defensive, and regenerative abilities were all at their peak. The highly concentrated explosives alone wouldn't be fatal.