Chapter 440: The Battle of Black and White
Chapter 440: The Battle of Black and White
A fiery dragon roared towards Dumbledore, its flames blazing.
Phoenix Fox pounced on the dragon, and the two collided in mid-air, erupting in a dazzling flash of light.
Dumbledore appeared in his silver-gray robes, his long silver hair flying wildly in the wind, and his blue eyes gleamed with a cold light.
"Dumbledore!"
Grindelwald shouted, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes. His wand trembled slightly, as if unsure of what to say, and he shouted again, "Dumbledore!"
At the same time, he swiftly waved his wand, and a lightning-like spell shot towards Dumbledore. The latter flicked his wand, deflecting the spell.
Both remained silent, not uttering a word or casting any spells, but instead, they brandished their wands like whips, and the light of their colliding spells wove and clashed, as if each strike carried destructive power.
Whether intentional or not, most of the deflected and dodged spells flew towards the estate not far away. Amid the deafening roar, the newly dispatched support troops from the Organization vanished from the ground as soon as they emerged.
Not only that, but large areas of buildings and concrete ground began to collapse. Vehicles overturned, weapons and turrets twisted and deformed, turning into sandbags that the two threw at each other casually. Where the ground had broken, a massive structure and panicked figures fleeing could be seen below.
At this moment, whether it was the Wizengamot or the Organization's soldiers, they all stopped firing and ran for their lives.
Werewolves sprinted, bats took flight, and ordinary soldiers cursed their lack of extra legs. Wizards quickly Apparated a kilometer away, watching the battlefield with awe.
"Dumbledore... How did Dumbledore get here?"
The members of the Wizengamot looked at each other in panic. Even Drellen was drenched in cold sweat, his breathing rapid, and his palms clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain.
"Dumbledore... He's alone..."
Drellen's throat rolled with difficulty, his chest heaving. Yet, he said, "We should go and help Mr. Grindelwald!"
He took a few difficult steps forward, his feet feeling as if stuck in glue. Just as he was about to raise his wand, Moro grabbed and held him down.
"Are you crazy?" Moro shouted, "Look over there! If you get any closer, you might be killed by the aftermath of the battle! Right now, Mr. Grindelwald can't afford to care about who you are!"
In the center of the battle, dust flew and mist swirled, fire danced wildly in the raging storm. Tall stone pillars, stone giants, or cages emerged from the once flat ground, as if the terrain itself was changing.
The silhouettes of the two figures appeared and disappeared within, occasionally meeting each other's gaze. Their eyes held a cold and powerful I am compared to the enemy before them.
Anyone witnessing this scene would have no doubt that if either side showed the slightest weakness, they would be utterly destroyed by the other!
Drellen's pupils narrowed, and the veins on his neck bulged. He grabbed Moro's arm tightly, glaring at him with malice. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, "Mr. Grindelwald... His body is weak! He can't maintain this state for long..."
Even in such a hurry, he didn't forget to lower his voice, ensuring only Moro heard his words.
Moro looked at him in shock, his face turning as pale as paper. Stiffly, he turned his neck to glance at the battlefield, his lips trembling as he spoke, "But... How can we help? Even if we all go, it's just a death sentence... And in such chaos, stray spells might even harm Mr. Grindelwald..."
Drellen's eyes slowly blinked, as if pulled back to reality by Moro's question. His arm holding the wand went limp, trembling unconsciously.
He clearly realized that at this moment, they had no choice but to watch and wait... If Dumbledore didn't stop, Grindelwald had almost no chance of survival...
Perhaps he shouldn't have tried so hard to get Grindelwald out of Nurmengard. If not, he might have lived much longer, instead of burning out his remaining life in such a short time.
At this moment, Drellen suddenly recalled the words Grindelwald had spoken to him in the past few days. He realized that Grindelwald seemed to be leaving his final words, even choosing his future heir.
Had Grindelwald already foreseen his own end when they broke out of Nurmengard?
Drellen's face turned ashen, blood seeping from his clenched fingers.
He hated his own dullness, thinking that his immaturity had greatly disappointed Mr. Grindelwald. He thought they still had a long way to go under that man's leadership, but he never expected...
Suddenly, Drellen remembered Grindelwald's praise and expectations for Wade Gray. He turned his head abruptly, searching for that figure among the hooded wizards, but he couldn't find him.
The locals typically wouldn't start work this early, and if there were emergencies, they'd set off at dawn. So, it's unusual to see them stopping for a break by the roadside.
There were black-clad soldiers on guard, and each vehicle had a radar-like device slowly rotating on its hood.
"What's strange over there? What's strange?" The cloaked figure, whose perception couldn't reach this far, stood up and shouted, "Tell me."
"Wait, you'll see when I descend!" The broomstick spoke, lowering its head and diving downward.
"Hold on!" The Cube Automaton stopped it, "The instruments below make me feel a little dangerous. Don't get too close."
"It's... it's those people!" Meabelle's gaze wavered slightly, and her voice trembled as she said, "I recognize their clothes!"
The Cube Automaton's eyeballs rotated 180 degrees backward, seeing Meabelle's body trembling, even starting to emit dangerous black smoke.
"Calm down, Meabelle," it said. "Our goal is to rescue the master. You need to control your emotions, or you'll become a Mute, attacking indiscriminately."
"I... I understand." Meabelle took a deep breath to calm herself, "They must have a reason for being here. I'll go and find out."
Her body slid downward, and she fell off the broomstick. The cloak wrapped around her rustled loudly, flapping like a pair of wings.
In mid-air, the girl's figure turned into a cloud of black smoke, falling like a waterfall in the pre-dawn darkness, quickly gathering back into a human shape.
Her pupils turned white, and a dangerous light flashed in her eyes. But soon, the cloak settled on her shoulders and pulled up the hood by itself.
"Be careful," the cloak whispered, as if it were a thief, "I've made us invisible. Approach slowly, or go ask the Cube for a bottle of Life Water for a better chance of success."
It sounded even more eager for revenge than Meabelle.
Meabelle held the edge of the cloak, unable to hold back a smile. Finally, she calmed down and ran over lightly.
A young man was holding a suitcase-like object, fiddling with the knobs on it. A palm-sized screen displayed green lines and numbers.
"No mistake," the young man said to the person next to him, "The magnetic field readings are abnormal, and they match the results of magic interference very well."
The man with high cheekbones nodded slightly and said, "The satellite has also detected frequent sudden disappearances nearby, indicating that the place ahead is likely their lair."
"But..." said the shorter, stout, bald man next to him, "Isn't that place just the ruins of a Viking Era castle? I heard there's only a few walls and weeds left, and even the local villagers' children don't want to play there."
"That's why it's more likely to be a wizard's place," said the high-cheekboned man. "Those guys who hide their tails always conceal their residences."
The young man silently nodded in agreement.
The high-cheekboned man walked towards the vehicles and said, "Get ready. As soon as they give the order, we'll attack immediately!"
Meabelle blinked and turned to run swiftly towards the Cube Automaton and the others.
Suddenly, the young man lightly exclaimed, "Eh?"
"What's wrong?" asked the bald man.
"The readings just fluctuated slightly. Perhaps a magical creature passed by us."
As the young man spoke, he turned to look around.
The cloak's protection was very effective, and he saw nothing. The bald man also saw nothing.
"What was it?" asked the bald man.
"I don't know... maybe a ghost or some invisible creature."
The young man speculated, sighing with a mix of wonder and longing, "I really want to know what this world looks like through the eyes of a wizard."
"No matter what, the firepower will make them yield," said the bald man nonchalantly.
"What if it doesn't?" asked the young man.
"Then the firepower isn't strong enough!" The bald man declared, pounding his fist for emphasis.
...
"Cough, cough!"
Grindelwald suddenly lowered his head and coughed twice, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The Killing Curse he was about to cast at Dumbledore veered off significantly, exploding a distant tree.
However, Dumbledore didn't take the opportunity to strike. His wand pointed directly at Grindelwald, but the light at the tip of his wand gradually dimmed.
Grindelwald lifted his eyes and mocked, "What are you hesitating about, Dumbledore? Are you afraid to kill me? Or does the greatest wizard of all time not use the Killing Curse?"
(End of Chapter)
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