Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 329 Do Gods Bleed?

Murphy paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"Our ancestor, the city builder—Lady Miriam, is said to possess power akin to that of a god, and her magic may be capable of achieving the required magical counteraction."

"But... after so many years, the magic on the bones should have dissipated long ago..." Murphy said.

"No, not remains." Maxim shook his head. "You were appointed by the Queen as the Protector Shaman, and you have the right to know this. Our ancestor may not be dead; she may simply be in slumber."

Murphy was stunned. "What did you say?"

"Legend has it that our ancestor, Lady Miriam, is still alive," Maxim said. "She is a prophet. According to records, she has occasionally awakened over the past thousand years to give us guidance."

……

The ancestors rest in their mausoleums.

This is a huge building inside the mountain, and its entrance is a forest, which is the sacred forest.

At this moment, several wizarding teams are fighting against the invaders in the sacred forest.

They soon discovered the enemy's special characteristics.

"Captain, these knights are resistant to magic!" an Alkaim battle wizard reported in shock. "Our spells have no effect on them!"

"Their armor is made of fire dragon hide!" another person said. "They attack indirectly with elemental spells—earth spikes, wind blades, or fire. Their armor can't stop formed elemental attacks!"

"Or, you can use this." Suddenly, a man appeared above the wizards, carrying a strange black iron artifact.

The next instant, accompanied by a deafening roar, the terrifying creation spewed out tongues of fire, and in front of it, dense bullets rained down like a deluge, but each drop of bullet brought forth a splash of blood.

The dragon-hide armor of the knights, all clad in black, was pierced by the torrent of steel, their limbs torn apart by the immense impact. On average, each knight was hit by at least a dozen bullets, almost turning them into a mangled mess.

However, half a minute later, there were no longer any targets in the area that could stand.

The man landed, waved his hand, and piled several guns of various shapes and sizes on the ground. "Change to this one, this one works well."

After saying this, Murphy left two Aurors behind to assist the battle wizards of Alkaim in eliminating the enemies, while he himself followed the high shaman Maxim into the mausoleum.

"Going down from here, you'll pass through a maze and several traps. This area has the strongest spatial barrier, so you can only proceed on foot," Maxim said. "The ancestral coffin is at the very bottom."

……

Just as Murphy was heading deeper into the mausoleum.

Deep underground, in front of a massive stone door, Lady Yaga is confronting several men in black robes.

Three corpses dressed in black robes lay on the ground, while Lady Yaga's arm hung limply, bleeding profusely.

"What do you want?" Lady Yaga coughed twice and asked weakly. "Al-Kaim hasn't been invaded for centuries, and we have no enemies. Who exactly are you people?"

Opposite her stood the black-clad priest wearing a crown of thorns, whom Murphy had seen from afar.

He held a strange, cross-shaped wand in his hand.

"I am the Echo, the Duty, the Punishment, the Watchman," the priest said, his voice strangely gentle and kind despite being male. "My mission must be completed. Do not resist any longer; you are no match for me."

"Heh, what big talk," Lady Jaga laughed mockingly. "You've already lost. I can feel it. The Holy Wall has reopened, and you're trapped in the city. There's no escape."

“I am everywhere,” the priest said. “All who worship me are my bodies. If one is lost, there are many more. But you only have one life. Step aside, and I may let you live.”

"You're not nearly as strong as you claim," said Lady Yaga. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have wasted so much breath. The people here should already be all the forces you can openly control. Once you kill these puppets, you won't be able to send in any more new subordinates, so you don't want to lose them."

The priest fell silent, as if the other party had touched a raw nerve.

But he also had a statement that could sway the other party: "Your duty is to protect the Emperor, but Sofia Petrovna has been killed, and another of my followers personally plunged a dagger into her heart."

"What...did you say?" Mrs. Jaga's body trembled.

At that moment, the black-clad priest raised his cross wand, and several priests behind him also raised their wands at the same time. Several streams of black energy converged and suddenly transformed into a hook-and-anchor-like chain, which, like a venomous snake, stabbed towards Lady Yaga.

Lady Yaga was startled. Suddenly, four or five stone walls rose up in front of her, attempting to block the chains. However, the spell was extremely powerful, instantly piercing through all the stone walls. Just as it was about to hit Lady Yaga, a green flash suddenly appeared from the side, "Avada Kedavra!"

Murphy's killing intent towards this group of priests had reached its peak, so he naturally showed no mercy.

But just as the death curse was about to strike the priest in the thorn crown, one of the men beside him suddenly stepped to the side, using his body to block the curse.

With a "bang!", he was blasted away by the power of the spell, and the Thorn Priest was forced to withdraw his attack on Lady Jaga.

"Murphy Darkholm." The Thorn Priest looked at the newcomer.

But Murphy didn't bother to say a word, suddenly transforming into his demon form and striking his opponent with lightning speed, his claws crackling with electricity as he clawed down.

"Bang!" The black-clad priest raised a semi-transparent shield to block Murphy's attack, but was still forced back half a step by Murphy's enormous force.

Murphy extended his other hand, curled his fingers into a claw, and suddenly lifted it upwards, causing seven sharp spikes to shoot out from the petrified ground.

The priest held his cross wand to his chest and pushed it outwards, creating a spherical defensive shield that blocked all attacks.

"An anomaly!" the black-clad priest glared at him. "You will be judged!"

"Ha, Judgment!" Murphy's black wings unfurled, the tips of several feathers overlapping, contracting, and deforming to form several wand-like tips. "Judgment my ass!"

In the next instant, more than a dozen death curses were unleashed and struck the defensive shield. Death curses, which would normally not be blocked by armor curses or other spells, were unable to penetrate the shield.

But Murphy immediately switched to several more explosive spells, transforming into a cannon and bombarding the black-clad priest.

However, even though the power of the spell forced the priest to retreat repeatedly, it could not break through the thin membrane surrounding his body.

"You cannot break through my defenses," the black-clad priest said expressionlessly, "just as you cannot break my spell."

"Oh? Is that so?" Murphy suddenly waved his hand, and an anti-tank sniper rifle fell into his hand.

Immediately afterwards, countless runes lit up one after another on the more than three-meter-long black gun.

He took out a huge bullet, about thirty millimeters in diameter, resembling a cannonball, and loaded it into the gun barrel.

"Guess what the first thing I did after obtaining the magic metal and the enchanting ritual?"

Its entire body is made of magic metal, every inch of which is covered with "projection spells" enchantments. The bullets are also specially made of titanium-tungsten alloy magic metal, with countless "toughness" spells added to them.

This is Murphy's ultimate masterpiece, driven by his fear of insufficient firepower.

Because of its exorbitant cost, even Murphy only had one, and it was an experimental weapon that could only fire three shots before becoming unusable. However, it was the most powerful kinetic energy weapon ever created by mankind.

When dealing with Dumbledore, given Grindelwald's foresight, unless Murphy could replace the sniper rifle with a high-speed Gatling gun, it would be difficult to achieve a one-shot kill, so he didn't use it.

But against targets that only require direct assault, this heavy sniper rifle is his strongest weapon besides the Avada Kedavra cannon.

The Virgin Mary's magical power is higher than mine, so her shield is difficult to break with spells, but what about physical attacks?

Murphy pulled back the bolt. "Tell me, God, will there be blood?"

(End of this chapter)