Leaving the forest, Jon walked to the burning Brown Castle (Dracula's Castle).

Halfway up the mountain, in Brown Castle, the flames are still burning...... However, the Muggles inside had almost all escaped, after all, the previous fire was not fierce.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there may be a handful of Muggles trapped inside the castle, burned to death by the flames...... But there was no way, in order to stop the bloody slaughter of the vampires after nightfall, it was the best way Jon could think of it, but it was not a foolproof way -

Causing a fire in Brown Castle before dark (having Sandru infiltrate the werewolf Jean in the guise of the previous werewolf Jean and dropping a crystal bottle containing a strange fire) sets off the fire alarm...... In this way, Muggles would flee the castle.

At the same time, with the magic of the werewolves, it is impossible to control such a terrible fire...... Then let Sandrudo throw a few crystal bottles with strange fire in the castle, so that the fire is completely uncontrollable......

In that case, with the entire castle in flames, the werewolves and vampires had no choice but to abandon their previous plans.

However, they are angry, will they chase the giant eagle Sandru who fled in the direction of the Black Forest...... That's another story.

"Is my behavior considered setting fire to the mountain?" Jon smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

I heard a few loud trumpets from the castle, and more than a dozen fire trucks hurried over, and the fire trucks spewed out jets of water in an attempt to extinguish the flames......

However, it is clear that this operation is futile, and the fire cannot be extinguished by water.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and even burned to the suspension bridge, faintly spreading to the other side of the suspension bridge.

"It's almost time!" Jon muttered to himself.

Then, he took out the small, silvery-white octahedral box and sent it flying towards the castle with a flick of his wand.

Little by little, the flames began to weaken, and the terrifying flames curled up into the small silver box, and the aura of rage and fear disappeared completely.

The Muggles thought it was the fire truck's work and let out a real cheer.

After just a few minutes, the fire was all gone.

All that remains is the burned, somewhat desolate ruins of Brown Castle......

The small silver box was back in Jon's hand, slightly hot to the touch.

Without hesitation, Jon slipped it into his pocket and returned the way he came.

......

The time card is just right.

When Jon took the brass telescope out of his suitcase and observed the situation above the forest—

He just happened to see Sandru, who had turned into a giant eagle, fly right in the middle of the forest and land, and a large group of vampires in the sky were following closely behind, and the werewolves should have entered the forest, although they couldn't see clearly.

"It's time, the Shades should do it!"

Without further ado, Jon once again threw the silver octahedron into the sky.

The fierce fire that had just fallen into silence once again emerged from the core of Mithra...... This time, though, they're targeting the forest.

The castle is made of stone, which is not conducive to the spread of flames, and the forest full of trees completely increases the intensity of the fire in an instant!

The behemoths of the flames ravaged all the trees and bushes...... Starting from the surroundings, it spreads little by little towards the middle of the forest, and the speed of its spread is somewhat unbelievable.

Sandru was transformed back into a giant eagle and soared into the sky, high in the sky he would not be eroded by the flames.

And Remus Lupin, who didn't hesitate to apparition when he felt the scorching heat behind him.

Sandru and Lupin, however, were the two exceptions Jon told the "Shades" to spare, and the rest of the vampires, as well as the werewolves, were entangled in the strange creatures they couldn't see......

Watching their bodies be completely engulfed by the terrifying flames.

Fear is everywhere......

The screams and shouts of werewolves and vampires are endless.

Jon turned around and walked out of the forest. He found a large stone and sat down, quietly observing the tragedy in the forest.

......

"There's a fire in the forest over there?" shouted a militiaman from the town of Gilleou, somewhat surprised.

Mayor Joseph Pistol couldn't help but frown...... Over the past few days, he has gathered dozens of militiamen in the town and asked them to prepare their weapons while having them plaster their bullets with a layer of silver.

Fortunately, Mayor Pistol's prestige has always been good, and this strange move did not attract too strong opposition.

When everything was ready, he hurriedly followed Mr. Patrick's instructions and rushed here.

It was unbeknownst to him that the situation had changed dramatically......

"Let's take a look!" said Pistol, calmly.

Dozens of people hurried to the burning forest.

The distance of the forest was not far, and after a few minutes, they had reached a position of almost five hundred yards from the forest.

"Do you want to move forward, the fire is too big, and we may be affected too!" one militiaman asked.

Mayor Pistor's face changed suddenly, and he raised his hand to signal the militia to hide in the bushes.

For suddenly there was a loud, echoing pop ahead, like a gunshot, that cut through the sleepy silence.

......

Fenrir Greyback gasped for air.

He escaped...... At the last moment, before the flames consumed him, he broke free from the comfort of the unseen, and the apparition left the forest.

He should also be the only survivor.

The rest, whether werewolves from all over Europe or vampires from Transylvania, were burned to ashes by the terrible flames.

Fenrir Greyback also had the hair burned all over his body, and he looked extremely embarrassed......

The only thing to be thankful for is that he's still alive.

"Who the hell did that...... If you let me know...... I'm going to put him through the most horrible torture......," the werewolf said hatefully.

Then he sat down, ready to rest here for a while.

Then, hurry back to England and leave this terrible land.

......

Mayor Pistol will never forget the sudden appearance of the face in front of him.

A few days earlier, Mr. Christopher Patrick had given him a moving newspaper with the exact same face as the man in front of him...... Mr. Patrick said that this man was the most brutal werewolf and the culprit of his daughter's murder.

Pistol believed Mr. Patrick's words, so—

In the bushes, he raised the double-barreled shotgun that had already been loaded with silver bullets.

Focus your anger on your fingers!

"Bang!" heard only a crisp gunshot.

"Kill him!" he roared.