A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1116 An Earth-Shattering Battle (Part Two)

As a battleground, the area where Stonehenge is located has long been evacuated by both Muggles and wizards.

Only the Auror army, stationed at the border, could prevent the Muggle army from approaching while being ready to support the Starks at any time.

The urgency to provide support is naturally far greater than that of those on the fringes.

In the previous battle at Hogwarts, with the help of the Dementors' army, they easily defeated the Death Eaters.

The mysterious man's sudden death fueled arrogance among many young wizards.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters were nothing special.

Therefore, many young people in Britain have a disdainful attitude towards this so-called "third generation of Dark Lord" who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Even if he's incredibly powerful, can he be more powerful than Stark?

They believed that as long as William was there, and with the wizard army charging into battle, even with several thousand men, they could wear him down!

But at this moment, dark clouds filled the sky, stretching for dozens of miles.

Even from this distance from the battlefield, one can feel the immense magical power surging in the air... What a terrifying battle this is.

Everyone was whispering and looking toward the battle zone.

Without a telescope, they could clearly see a huge waterspout, like a passage connecting heaven and earth, raging wildly.

With the wind howling, even a person can't stand steadily in such a far distance.

If this were in the heart of the battle, let alone supporting Stark, no matter how many wizard armies came, they wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Many arrogant young wizards looked at each other in shock, their faces turning deathly pale.

At the center of the tornado, William was also struggling to keep the waterspout going.

But the forceful strike appeared exceptionally fragile.

Death didn't try to dodge at all; he simply raised a finger, and the waterspout stopped abruptly a meter away from him, bursting into sprays of water.

William suddenly widened his eyes and looked ahead, his heart filled with turmoil.

If the man had used magic to block it, or even used words to redirect the water flow, he wouldn't have lost his composure like this.

Death simply opened its mouth, and like a roc sucking water, the huge stream of water shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was quickly swallowed by it.

William stared in horror at the scene, especially when the other person burped, looking as if he hadn't had enough.

Death let out a long sigh of relief, and two puffs of air were exhaled from his nose, crashing in like a gust of wind.

William stepped back, quickly realizing something was wrong.

The air blowing in was so light that, due to air convection, his body actually tended to float upwards.

William stammered in horror, "Hydrogen!"

The tons of rainwater that were swallowed actually underwent a... chemical reaction inside the belly of Death?!

The next second, a flame appeared at Death's fingertip, and he flicked his finger as if shaking off cigarette ash...

The flames, upon encountering the hydrogen gas, instantly transformed into a deep blue fire dragon, which fiercely surged towards William.

William tapped his wand lightly, forming a magical defense in front of him to isolate the flames.

But the man exhaled again, and a sudden gust of wind arose, propelling the flames forward with immense wind pressure.

Between heaven and earth, a fan-shaped area of ​​destruction is formed with a greater distance and a wider range of effects.

The massive shockwave instantly and completely destroyed William.

Following the blast wave was an explosion of hydrogen gas.

In an instant, the thunderous explosions spread out in a three-dimensional arc, flames soared into the sky, and then a mushroom cloud bloomed.

William, covered in dust, appeared as a phantom in the distance, but suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The man had been waiting there for a while, and with a casual flick of his wrist, a bolt of lightning struck down from the blue.

William raised his wand, and a fan-shaped wall of rapidly flowing sand gathered in front of him.

Lightning struck the sand wall, dazzlingly bright, before the wall shattered into pieces.

William planted his feet firmly on the ground and slid backwards for dozens of meters.

He bent slightly, forcibly stopping his retreat, and tapped his wand lightly, sending countless rays of light shooting towards Death.

The man smiled calmly and unhurriedly, accepting everything as he dangled in mid-air.

Then, he joined his five fingers together, kneading all the spells into a ball of light, and hurled it at William.

Explosions erupted one after another within a radius of several miles. No matter how William attacked, he could hardly even get close to Death, let alone harm him.

Instead, William was repeatedly struck by the rebounding magic, staggering backward and before he could regain his footing, he was bombarded by a barrage of attacks.

Crimson blood spurted from William's arm, which was holding the wand. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his knees buckled, and he finally sat down on the ground.

William covered his mouth with both hands, blood dripping from between his fingers, and looked at the man, panting heavily.

The Grim Reaper, his sleeves fluttering, looked at the young wizard before him, who was almost completely incapacitated, without saying a word, but with a hint of regret in his eyes.

One side is like a cornered beast, fighting desperately; the other side remains unmoved.

How can mortals contend with gods?

The superiority or inferiority is obvious.

What's even more terrifying is that Death never actually made a move, from beginning to end.

He was more like a peerless master who had been out of the public eye for many years, wanting to see the scenery of the magical world during the thousand years he had been gone.

What interesting magic did the most outstanding wizards of his generation possess compared to those of his time?

That's right, in Death's eyes it's more like fun.

Even William, at such a young age, possesses such strength, especially after absorbing the silent teachings, he has already stood at the very top of the wizarding world...

He found it merely amusing.

Can an elephant be bitten or have its defenses breached by an ant?

No matter how powerful William was, he was still bound by the limitations of mortals.

Moreover, before becoming a god, the man was the highest mountain in the human world.

After becoming the ruler of the underworld, he saw countless landscapes that others could not see...

God is God!

The man raised his hand, preparing to take the saint's soul and then retrieve all the Deathly Hallows.

Over the centuries, almost all of the "three brothers" have eventually died.

Countless powerful wizard souls have been collected by Death, including Tom Riddle, who most recently obtained a Deathly Hallow.

The person in front of us is no exception!

But at that moment, suddenly, strange phenomena appeared in the heavens and earth!

At that moment, Death gazed coldly into the distance.

William also turned his head with difficulty to look, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Finally waited!

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underworld,

Avalon Island.

The place where the Lake Fairy once lived was transformed into a prison 1,500 years ago.

Sixteen pillars, forming a prison, like Stonehenge... trapped Morgan within them.

A battle even more intense than William's attack on Death has been raging for over ten days, and the outcome remains undecided.

Both sides are nearing their limits.

Even so, Morgan still demonstrated even greater strength.

In the battle against Vivian, who was still using Arya's body, she was not at a disadvantage at all, and even had a great advantage.

If Merlin hadn't left power for Vivian to use, Morgan would have already killed her sister.

During the brief respite of regaining his magic, Morgan's gaze was more focused on the Holy Grail in Vivian's hands.

The Holy Grail contains a red dragon that can break Stonehenge.

If I can get her, I can leave!

Morgan chuckled softly, like a delicate girl.

"Sister, we've been fighting for so long and still haven't decided who's the winner."

Give me the Red Dragon. I've been imprisoned for 1,500 years; that's enough punishment.

"I'm still your sister, no matter what."

Vivian knew this woman's wickedness all too well, and she gritted her teeth, saying:

"You bitch, fifteen hundred years ago, you brought King Arthur to Avalon for treatment, and I kindly helped you."

"But you ambushed me, and even transformed into my likeness to attack Merlin..."

"Who wouldn't want to stand up for justice unless absolutely necessary?" Morgan shook her head, speaking in a manipulative tone with an innocent look on her face:

"It was all my father's doing. He forced me to ambush you and kill Merlin."

He is my father, he is death itself, how could I refuse?

"You're talking nonsense..." Vivian said angrily.

"Everything I said is true. By the way, sister..." Morgan smiled.

"Do you know why Merlin didn't want to be with you? Why did he leave without taking you with him?"

"Father wouldn't allow it; he wanted Merlin to become the Grim Reaper, but Merlin refused!"

"Hahaha..." Morgan laughed heartily, her laughter unrestrained, as she uttered a shocking statement:

Vivian fell into a daze.

While she was distracted, Morgan grabbed the trident's hands and gripped them tightly.

Dust billowed up.

Two tornadoes suddenly appeared!

Rings of fierce energy swirled around her, trapping Vivian.

Dozens of crisscrossing ravines instantly appeared on the ground where Vivian was standing.

Just as Morgan was about to continue her attack, a golden coffin came crashing down, and she dodged backward with a jolt.

The golden coffin lid was pushed open, and the witch flew out. Ignoring the raging wind, she approached Morgan and waved her wand.

Morgan raised his left hand, using powerful magic to trap the witch, and then raised his right hand, holding a trident, attempting to pin her to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the witch instantly leaned her body downwards, dodging the fatal blow.

This seemingly effortless dodge was something no ordinary wizard could accomplish.

Morgan, at least, didn't believe that any wizard could break her magic unless the other party was also proficient in prehistoric mysteries.

But since the rise of the Four Great Wizards, there has been no possibility of such wizards existing in this world.

Morgan's expression changed slightly. The witch closed in again, her fist slamming down with magical power. Morgan countered with an even more powerful elbow strike.

Unexpectedly, just as the witch's fist was about to strike his elbow, her magic unleashed like a raging flood, even more powerful and faster than Morgan's attack, striking towards the latter's chest.

Morgan was terrified and protected himself, but the witch changed her tactics again, this time targeting not his chest, but the trident in her right hand.

Visible magical ripples spread between the two from the punch.

The trident flew backward and embedded itself in a stone pillar.

Babling stepped back, her hands behind her back, a gentle breeze causing her silver hair and the hem of her palace dress to flutter behind her.

"Who are you?!" Morgan demanded sharply.

Although the newcomer may have attacked her while she was weakened, their strength should not be underestimated.

Babling smiled. "I'm Elaine's daughter..."

Morgan's eyes were unreadable.

Barbling continued loudly, "I'll stop her, Vivian, you promised William!"

Vivian emerged from the raging wind, glanced at Barbling, and then decisively flew towards the trident.

Morgan was about to stop her when Barbling raised her wand, chuckled, and asked:

"Second Aunt, shall I play with you? Even though you're older, I'll be gentle with you."

Suddenly, a murderous aura filled the air.

Vivian walked to the stone pillar and took down the trident.

As soon as she got her hands on it, she understood why the boy wanted this weapon.

It's the key Merlin left behind!

Vivian placed the trident into the golden coffin, raised it with one hand, floated in the air, and hurled it fiercely toward the end of the River Styx.

The golden coffin fell into the water, was swept up by the whirlpool, and quickly sank to the bottom of the river.

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(End of this chapter)