Scott watched as the Slytherin father and daughter got back to their feet.

Medea raised her hand to wipe the blood from her lips, looked down at her own hand again, and smiled.

Slytherin, on the other hand, dropped the hand that was covering his chest.

At this point, his penetrated chest seemed to have healed, and only shallow traces could be seen.

Scott spoke to Medea first, "It seems that you have gained a lot, Medea. ”

The colleague who was speaking, he was also using his magical perception to probe her state at this time.

He clearly sensed that the magic power in Medea's body had increased a little.

Moreover, more like a ceramic doll than before, she is closer to a real human at this time.

Although she has not fully recovered her flesh and blood form, it is also the reason why the magic ritual was interrupted by Scott.

Medea lowered her hand and looked up at Scott, "Unfortunately, in the end, it didn't get the effect I wanted. ”

"Huh."

Slytherin smiled.

"You've been reassured of this kid too soon, Medea, and you haven't even found out all of his abilities beforehand."

Compared to Medea, the situation on the Slytherin side is even worse.

Not only was he attacked by Mordred, who nearly took his heart, but Medea used a magical ritual to steal his power.

He was visibly weaker now than he had been before.

"It's a little too hard to figure out all of my abilities."

Scott helps Medea "explain".

"Only I know what I can do."

"Really?"

Slytherin tugged at the corners of her mouth and said nothing more.

At this moment, the three of them each occupied a position, confronted each other, and no one spoke for a while.

An invisible wind blew, blowing a few petals from a distance that had not yet been destroyed.

"Now, the situation is finally clear."

Scott smiled and spoke, breaking the silence.

"That's a good thing."

From a two-sided confrontation to a three-legged standing, how can it be said that it is not a good thing.

In addition, Scott's four "summoned beasts" are still standing in all directions at the moment, and there is also a Sawana who can support from a distance.

Judging from the scene, it seems that Scott has the upper hand.

But Scott doesn't think so.

Whether it was Medea or Slytherin, he didn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

Slytherin spoke, and he took the time to ask Scott and Medea.

Medea took a step back.

"Forget it, it looks like I can't get any more."

She's already got her mind to go.

"Goodbye, Scott."

"Goodbye, father."

Slytherin suddenly held out his right hand.

"Don't worry, my daughter."

Medea's movements froze.

Black smoke erupted from Medea's chest and Slytherin's palm, connecting together.

The smoke converged to form a pitch-black chain.

"Father?"

Medea looked at Slytherin in shock.

"Medea."

A kind smile appeared on Slytherin's young face.

"I am your father."

It was as if he was just stating a fact, but there was a sense of oppressive control in his tone.

It was as if Medea was just a baby under his complete control.

Medea looked at Slytherin in a daze, and for a long time, she slowly lowered her head.

"I see."

Her voice was full of indifferent coldness, without any emotion.

"Even here, can Medea replace her real body with a ceramic figure placed outside of Avalon?"

Scott watched with interest, his gaze wandering between the Slytherin father and daughter.

"And you, old Slytherin, seem to have truly mastered Medea's soul long ago."

Hehehehe......

Scott wanted to laugh a little.

This is really a big drama of "father and daughter".

Hearing Scott's words, Medea trembled slightly, but kept her head down and did not respond.

Slytherin, however, took it much more calmly and did not take his sarcasm seriously.

"This is the wizard."

Slytherin said in a tone of course.

"Wizards should always pursue the power of magic, and there should be no taboos."

Scott, of course, disagrees with his words.

"I think you just have to represent yourself, not all wizards."

"Forget it......"

Like Scott, Slytherin was not interested in this battle of ideas.

When he found that Scott didn't take his words seriously, he lost interest in expressing his heart and expounding his ideas.

"What are you going to do now?"

Scott asked Slytherin curiously.

"If nothing else, do you have the materials to rearrange the magic ritual?"

He picked up the silver necklace that Medea had hung on his chest and shook the small hourglass pendant.

"Even the most important material, the 'power to deflect fate', is on me."

"It's okay."

Slytherin walked over to Medea and drew the bone wand she was holding.

"Whether it's you or that necklace, you just need to get it back."

He said lightly.

At the same time, a red light shot out from the wand in his hand.

Scott flashed, dodged the attack, and returned to Sawanna's side.

"This is a wand made of your own bones?"

Slytherin flicked his wand and turned to ask Medea.

"Yes."

Medea finally raised her head, her eyes glazed over.

"The heart of the cane is my hair."

"It's pretty good."

Slytherin nodded in satisfaction.

As he spoke, Scott's four "summoned beasts" were already moving.

Edgar and Horus flapped their wings and flew into the sky, attacking with wind and fire.

Gorzan dived underground and mixed the waves controlled by Sirein with poison, turning them green.

"I need a little time." Scott whispered to Savannah.

With that, he raised his wand and began to brew.

The "summon" attack stopped the Slytherin.

It's just that, even when Medea didn't do anything, Slytherin still coped with it very easily.

King Arthur's body was undoubtedly very strong, and Slytherin used this body to act like a skilled warrior.

With extremely high combat skills, coupled with all kinds of magic at his fingertips, the four "summoned beasts" together could not suppress him.

So Sawanna also moved.

With her hand, she summoned an endless stream of thorn vines, turning her eyes into a forest of thorns as far as her eyes could see.

Moreover, this time the vine she summoned was the moon vine they had encountered on the outskirts of Apple Island.

Once the Thorn Forest took shape, Sawana threw her head up and let out a distant wolf howl.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and the sun and moon alternated.

When a bright moon hung in the sky, the Thorn Forest was like a group of demons awakening, and the madness began.

Those crazy Tsukito not only launched endless crazy attacks, but also entangled with each other under Savanna's control, turning into the image of one fierce beast after another.

Rumble!

With a violent explosion, endless black flames rose into the sky, rapidly spreading outward from the center of the Thorn Forest.

"I won't be able to stop for long."

Sawanna said to Scott with some anxiety.

At this time, a golden spear in front of Scott had already taken shape.

Unlike the previous "Gangenir", this golden spear was surrounded by white runes of the Primordial Rune.

Scott was sweating on his forehead, adjusting the position of the runes, and he didn't have time to answer Savanna's words.

Rumble!

There was another violent explosion.

The wall of fire formed by the black flames was already getting higher and higher, pushing in the direction they were.

Countless moon vines were burned to ashes in the black flames, completely lacking the characteristics of Sawanna's mouth that they were not afraid of fire.

Although the fierce beasts formed by those moon vines were still charging fearlessly, as long as they touched the black wall of fire, they would immediately disappear without a trace.

By this time, Sirein and Gorzan were nowhere to be seen, and Edgar and Horus, who could fly, had taken refuge in the air.

Scott was still concentrating on adjusting the runes.

Ahead, the black wall of fire suddenly parted.

A dark shadow grew from large to small, from far to near, and fell to the ground in front of Scott.

It's Sirein.

At this time, Sirein's body had become tattered and black.

After landing, the destruction intensified, the Transfiguration failed, and its body turned into a pile of tattered magical materials.

"Scott!"

Sawanna looked at the wreckage of Sirein on the ground, and then looked at Scott worriedly.

Boom!

At this moment, another black shadow was thrown over.

It's Gorzan.

It quickly followed in Sirein's footsteps, and also became a pile of destroyed magical materials.

By this time, Slytherin had already walked towards him with black flames.

Seeing this, Edgar and Horus swooped down from the sky.

With a casual swing of his wand, Slytherin easily deflected the flames and wind from their attacks.

And even with the speed at which Horus controlled the wind, he did not escape his counterattack.

Soon, their bodies began to fall from the sky.

Boom!

Boom!

Under Slytherin's control, the two bodies also fell to the ground in front of Scott, turning directly into a pile of rags.

Sawanna didn't say anything this time, but walked directly in front of Scott with a long wooden staff.

"I'll stop him first."

She looked at the Slytherin strolling as she walked by.

"It just so happens that the Doherty family has a grudge with him from a thousand years ago......"

"Heh......"

Slytherin stood still and laughed.

"Doherty?"

He seemed to think about it before he finally remembered.

"The Druids?"

He nodded.

"I did kill a lot of druids in order to get into Avalon."

As he spoke, he glanced at Savana again.

"I once killed the real Druid High Priest, and a little girl like you, who was forcibly promoted by external force, is not qualified to stop me in front of me."

"You'll soon find out if I'm qualified or not."

Sawanna leaned down slightly and replied stiffly.

"Alright, Sawanna."

Scott spoke, reaching out to pull Sawanna back to him.

"Scott?"

Sawanna turned her head and saw the spear in front of Scott.

The golden spear, which was originally only translucent and compressed by magic, has changed its appearance.

At this point, the spear looked more like a tree branch with a sharp end and several branches twisted together.

On this dazzling golden "branch" is a row of white initial rune runes.

Scott handed the wand in his right hand to his left hand and reached for the dendritic spear.

He raised his hand and aimed the tip of his gun at Slytherin, making a gesture of preparation for the throw.

"It's ...... What? ”

Slytherin looked at the spear in his hand with some disbelief.

"Gungnir." Scott replied.

Slytherin laughed.

"An artifact spear that can't be dodged?"

He apparently didn't quite believe that the spear in Scott's hand really had the effect of the mythical Odin artifact.

Or, he's too confident and confident to handle Scott's attacks.

"Then let's try it." Scott said with a smile.

He was satisfied with Slytherin's attitude at the moment.

Looking at Scott's smile, Slytherin still didn't move, but raised his wand slightly.

He looked a little excited, but also a little curious, as if he had seen Scott's killer idea.

Scott stepped forward and threw the spear in his hand with the standard throwing motion.

Like a golden streamer, the spear reached the Slytherin's eyes in the blink of an eye.

The sharp tip of the spear was aimed at the center of his eyebrows.

At this critical moment, time seems to pass very slowly.

Slytherin's eyes widened in surprise as he watched as Slytherin.

Watching him suddenly retreat, flicker, and block, but to no avail.

The spear in the shape of a tree was like an ant with a bone, and it could never be shaken off.

No matter what Slytherin blocks with, the spear can pass through the object like a ghost, leaving no trace.

Even the black flames, which were more ferocious than the fire, could not destroy the spear that looked like a dead branch.

Scott watched as he watched, and despite all his might, Slytherin only lasted a few seconds before the spear pierced his chest and pinned him to the ground.

This was also because he didn't dare to let the spear penetrate his skull, and at the last moment he reluctantly adjusted, and met the spearhead with his chest.

By this time, Scott had another spear in his hand.

Not special, of course, the "Gangenir" in combination with the "Yggdrahir", but the pure "Ganganir".

The moment Slytherin was hit, Scott threw his spear again.

This time, Slytherin was unable to dodge and was directly impaled through the head by the golden spear.

The black flames were extinguished, and black blood flowed beneath the body.

At the same time, black smoke emerged from the mouth and nose of King Arthur's body, forming an illusory bearded bald head in the air.

"Sure enough, this is Salazar? Slytherin. ”

Scott looked at the floating head and nodded in agreement.

It's an ugly old monkey, why should he put on the skin of a young and handsome man?

Tut-tut......

Scott glanced at the somewhat horrific corpse that had been pinned to the ground.

I'm really sorry, King Arthur, if you want to blame Salazar? Slytherin.

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