Years from now, wizards from the shores of the Mediterranean will remember them on that far, stormy afternoon.

At that time, the Caribdis vortex still existed in the Ionian Sea on the west coast of Italy.

Almost a thousand years have given birth to countless popular stories there.

Muggles also incorporated the wonders they had seen into their myths.

In the future, if you are lucky enough to open a book of other Muggle myths and tales in Greece or Europe, you will be surprised to find that there is suddenly one more myth that has been frozen thousands of years ago.

He tells the story of Gaia, the goddess of the earth, who was dissatisfied with the sins of mankind, who created a primordial giant from the whirlpool of the seabed with his head above the sky and his feet on the trench.

The terrifying combat power of the giants made even the main Greek gods such as Zeus and Athena tremble.

Eventually, a son of a demigod united with the gods, with the help of gods and humans, worked together to defeat the giants.

- Muggles who have since erased most of their memories will continue to create stories about this distant afternoon in literature, visuals, film and television.

This story hovers in their nightmares.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Jin Ge rattled.

Play the most spectacular repertoire in the world.

For a moment, both the wizards and the combined Muggle fleet, which had sailed into the Mediterranean, were in a stupor.

But in comparison, Muggles were particularly shocked by what the wizards saw through the screen.

The sound of Jin Ge colliding was all over his ears.

As far as the eye could see, they were all drunk.

For a while, I couldn't tell the difference between heaven and earth.

I don't know if the stars are falling from the sky, or if Jin Ge is rising from the sea.

The sky is cloudy and foggy, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance, for this scene, what else can they do except watch with bated breath?

Nothing can be done.

Murmuring is the highest compliment—for no words can describe the holy war that lies ahead.

It wasn't until five or six minutes after Jingo rang Kagura.

Someone struggled out of the shock.

"Magic." The middle-aged wizard suddenly burst into tears, and his eyes were full of brilliance, and he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand, wanting to touch the galaxy in the distance.

"Can you really do that?"

yes - magic, can you really do that?

The middle-aged man's murmur caused many wizards around him to fall into self-doubt.

He didn't look at his wand—was he a Muggle—that was the real magician?

Over the years, the Aurors who have been here are the best students in the school and have passed the most rigorous Ministry of Magic exams.

Could it be that they have been on the path of magic for years?

Your seemingly remarkable achievements are cheaper than a few seas under you?

So what are they learning after so many years of hard work?

A simple beginner's guide to burning a stick?

It can be said that it was only in an instant - the 'Dao Heart' of countless wizards was shattered. The holy battle in front of them negates them all.

And the only one who can stay sane in this situation is .

Blake's designated backstabber!

The only traitor of the thousand-year-old pureblood!

The only heir to an ancient family!

Former Defence Against the Dark Arts substitute professor at Hogwarts!

Gryffindor's favorite magic teacher!

Dumbledore's royal toolman!

War hero of the First Wizarding War.

The Godfather of Harry Potter's dog.

Dog Daddy – Sirius Black.

After reporting to Dumbledore about the situation in Ionian City, he rushed here without stopping.

He was joined by several Hogwarts professors.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupin, and a certain pesky snot spirit followed.

The Federation's directives and the British Ministry of Magic that arrived, as the president, Dumbledore naturally knew very well. Because he gave those orders.

After signaling several professors to go to the Mediterranean to support the fighting, he himself went to Sweden, the headquarters of the Federation.

Now, although the International Confederation of Wizards has sent instructions to the European Ministries of Magic, it is clear that they lack a unified command and dispatch.

As President, this is his responsibility and obligation.

In addition to this, Madame Maxim led the professors of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to appear on the battlefield as well.

Among them, the Great Ming wizard, Beauxbatons' Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, also appeared in the crowd.

Unlike others.

Sirius was the only one who knew that it was Owen who fought the 'gods' in the Golden Veil.

In the veil, the magic of the galaxy, he had seen.

Owen had just done it a while ago.

Only this time it's more spectacular.

But even so, he lost his mind for more than a minute.

Only then did he break free from some kind of mental interference.

But — and only to break free.

He couldn't do anything, he couldn't help in any way.

"Brak!" Suddenly, a coquettish voice came.

It's Madame Maxim.

She and the wizards of Beauxbatons gathered around.

Worthy of a French wizard.

The professors were all wearing light makeup, and the robes on their bodies were also some kind of silk products, and they looked graceful and luxurious.

Even though these professors are no longer young, these clothes still outline their former style.

"Sirius!"

This voice is also very familiar to the dog godfather, he comes from his old friend Lupin.

"Who's in that veil?" Both parties asked the question at the same time.

It's simple—they've all seen Owen cast the spell of the Starshower.

They also knew something about origin magic, especially Madame Maxim, who had the largest library in Europe, and it was impossible for her not to know about this ancient magic of war.

While she may not be familiar with stargazing spells, others like her must have known a little.

And when she added the tournament, Miss Granger's outstanding performance in the arena further prompted her to learn about the spell.

"Hmm-" Sirius was silent.

He was reluctant to tell everyone the truth - because it was useless to know, and they couldn't get in at this time, what could they do if it was Owen? It is of no use other than to add to the worries.

"Blake!" At this point, Professor McGonagall spoke. She was dressed in a black robe, her hair was curled high, her face was majestic, and her eyes were staring directly at Sirius.

Under this gaze, the dog godfather quickly succumbed.

He nodded.

And then nothing more.

"Oh my God!"

"Merlene's beard!"

The professors let out an exclamation.

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and then she shook heartbreakingly.

In fact, she had already had a hunch, since she had heard Sirius's return to Dumbledore, and since she came here, she had already guessed in her heart where the important boy in his mouth would go if he suddenly disappeared?

Now know the truth –

"Why don't you stop him." Professor McGonagall had never been so angry.

There is one more grudge against Dumbledore in my heart!

Look - that's the consequence of his spoiling, how lawless the kid is now.

“.”

Hearing this, the dog's godfather's cheeks twitched, he pointed, and the battle inside the curtain said, "Can I stop it?" ”

“.”

"Hey!"

The professor pursed her lips and wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say, she knew very well in her heart that Sirius really couldn't stop the kid, a year ago—or even earlier.

It's just that watching the young students fight, but the professor can only watch, which makes her feel unspeakably depressed, and finally a thousand words come to her lips with only a sigh.

Maybe – they're really old.

Standing on a lonely boat.

The professors all looked into the distance.

There, Owen's battle with the gods is coming to an end.

"Whew-"

The boy gasped.

Just now—he used a lot of magic to gather the amber of the stars of the Starshower in a few feet—and created a meteorite that destroyed the world like never before.

The meteorite turned into a hundred-foot spear and bombarded the cyclops' eyes.

The bombardment, which lasted five minutes, drained almost all of his mana.

This divine war has ushered in the final chapter.

He was defeated after all!

Lost to the magic!

He is a human, not a god, the other party's thousands of years of inventory, even if he still has to carry the Divine Grant Tower to fight him, even if the Cyclops King's body has reached the limit and cannot withstand the magic power of the gods, but compared to the total amount of terrifying magic power, it is still enough for Owen to reach the dust.

"It's a pity - if you don't have these thousands of years of magic stock, buddy can chop it into eight pieces."

On the dragon's back, Owen said with great pity.

The giant in front of him didn't have a piece of good meat on his body.

Star Amber left a series of hideous and terrible wounds on his body.

But—the reality is that no matter how large the wound is, the giant's wound will always sprout after a few seconds, and then quickly repair it.

If it weren't for the giant's chest, the eyeballs had been shattered into glass and had not been repaired.

The battle was as if it hadn't happened.

"As I said, you are powerless to exercise even the slightest resistance."

A woman's voice rang out.

"Your rebellion is nothing compared to the sparks you encountered in the years before I was born."

"Oh-that is, you were defeated by the Starfire of your predecessor, Che-God! How could it be defeated? Real dish! ”

"You're at the end of magic, and you don't know anything about the past."

The woman said plainly.

"Yes, yes—I don't know." Owen was still panting, and he was babbling so much, wasn't he just stalling for time?

Whew—glancing at the blood of the giants in the sea.

It's all left behind by the giant he had just wounded in battle.

Blood left on the surface of the sea - though Owen called it blood.

But that kind of thing is more of a kind of limb.

Distorted, unspeakable flesh and blood.

The moment these flesh and blood touch the surface of the sea.

It was as if it had sucked seawater, and suddenly expanded, transforming into all sorts of twisted, living creatures, made up of living veins, parasitic monsters.

The number is quite large, like a swarm of bees, roaring out of the curtain.

"That's not good!" Owen in the sky looked at the parasitic monsters that were densely packed on the surface of the sea.

Goosebumps can fall all over the place.

It's good that he can fly - Bakar can fly.

Otherwise, if you don't talk about dealing with it, you will feel disgusting when you look at it.

Then, Owen watched as the parasites easily pierced through the golden curtain and rushed towards the living people outside.

"Flesh, soul, supplements!" Owen certainly knew how the so-called supreme will was part of the essence of God, and how he gained power, and he relied on absorbing the flesh and soul of living beings to maintain his existence.

How many Muggles are out there, how many wizards.

How far from the coastline here, he knew very well.

Once these parasites have a full meal, it is not only that they will be more than lucky, but all organic life will probably be more than lucky.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Rumble! ”

However, Owen's worries are clearly overwhelmed.

Outside the 'Veil'.

The Federation mobilized most of the Aurors across Europe and reacted.

There are many wizards.

The momentum of the combined spellcasting is quite spectacular.

Countless powerful or delicate spells lit up one after another like fireworks.

In this cloudy night, the wands in their hands were like stars, twinkling and twinkling, symbolizing this light.

It's a shocking spectacle, as it's rare for so many wizards to cast spells at the same time.

The strength of the outside world also added a touch of comfort to Owen, at least the woman in front of him could not be replenished by magic.

"Whew!" He gasped again.

Owen felt something weigh heavily on his heart. Countless thoughts swirled wildly through his mind, pushing him to the brink of imminent madness.

That's how terrible the gods are.

Her mental attacks barely stopped.

When his magic was full of vitality, it was relatively easy to resist this mental pollution, but now, Owen was at his weakest physique, this mental pollution became serious.

Again—he was even starting to jump frames before his eyes.

Jumping out, in the gap of the void, in that endless sea of lilac, a foreign land where the supreme will is located.

"His uncle's." Owen cursed, and then kept emptying his brain and performing an occlimation technique.

For now.

There was no way for him to defeat the powerful enemy in front of him.

Yes, to put it bluntly, this level of enemy has gone beyond the level of magic and entered a higher latitude, as for what that latitude is, he doesn't know, but it is definitely not something he can peep at now.

All her own means of attack were of little use to her.

The only thing that can be effective is black magic such as the Fire Charm or Origin Magic.

But how many more times can he do it?

The Starstorm had almost exhausted his magic just now.

Now, just by holding on to the force field magic, his limbs were already aching.

He could faint in the next second, that's a given.

He would lose, and as the woman said, he would not be able to resist even the slightest.

"Poof!"

Finally, under Owen's trance, a golden sword was plunged into his left chest.

The intense pain caused him to break free from those clueless thoughts in an instant.

The sword vanished, and the blood instantly stained the silver dragon's back.

However, he was not unprepared, and the white fresh he held in his left hand was directly attached to it.

Blood plugged.

But the torn internal organs did not heal so quickly.

His breathing suddenly became difficult.

"Meow?"

Shylock jumped out of his backpack.

The four paws still clung to its toy branches.

The white cat and its slightly shiny branches were stained with scarlet blood.

The dragon's back was sprinkled with bright red petals, and instead of falling, the petals blew higher and higher with the howling wind.

"Meow!" The kitten licked the back of his hand, giving Owen little solace.

Bakar flapped his wings and flew higher into the sky.

There are enchantments all around, and they have no way to escape but to go up.

Towards the higher.

"You" Owen gripped the bones on the dragon's back, just about to speak.

Suddenly, a blinding light shone on him.

It's the sun!

The real sun!

The sun shone on the silver dragon's body, warm and blazing.

He looked up at the sky, the rain slowly evaporating in the sun's rays.

Is the end of the chapter?

Phew—I've tried, I've done my best.

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The other side of the sea.

The fleet of the North Atlantic has arrived in this area.

Fighters have long been in the air.

The destroyer's long-range defensive guns were pouring fire.

Soon, the onlookers found that they had changed from the main attacker to the assistant.

The twisted parasitic monster on the surface of the sea, just one face, was swept over a large area by the relentless firepower like mowing grass.

Those who are stronger are taken care of by the fighters.

There are no flesh creatures that can physically withstand a 20 mm Gatling 6-barrel cannon.

After a round of strafing, even the most powerful creatures must die.

The combined fleet did not even bother to use missiles, probably because of the low price.

This feeling - like an armored army fighting zombies, except for the legion, that kind of flesh monster has no effect.

However, due to the fact that the speed of the NATO Combined Fleet is a little slower.

At least half of this area is still not covered by firenets.

In other areas, although roadbed rocket artillery and short-range restraint bombs from the Apennine Peninsula have killed and injured most of them.

But there were still quite a staggering number of monsters rushing out.

And that's what wizards should face.

"Build a defensive net for me, don't fight on your own!"

"The wizard's face is going to be disgraced!"

The battlefield was filled with reprimands in various languages.

These are all Auror Office chief-level figures from various countries, and they are all gathered here to be in charge of the whole process.

But - with little effect.

The language barrier, coupled with the traditional policy of seclusion and seclusion of wizards, led to the fact that this group of elite wizards from various European countries could not cooperate at all.

Fighting alone, or in small arms, they are the best in the region.

But when it comes to large-scale battlefield fighting, that kind of individualism is simply a disaster.

Quite often when infinite monsters are used.

Most wizards will subconsciously apparition and leave the place.

It's their instinct, and it's the most normal choice in a wizard's duel, to take a detour, wait for an opportunity, and then defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

But on the battlefield, especially on the battlefield where the line is held.

It's no different from running away.

Their front is constantly crumbling.

The Aurors, who were in charge of command, could only keep retreating from the front when the drought was smoking.

And this retreat, there is a problem.

There are also a large number of Muggle merchant ships and yachts that have been pulled to this area by some mysterious force.

The wizard simply didn't have time to save everyone.

And the North Atlantic Fleet of the US military and the combined fleet of NATO are still on the west coast of the Mediterranean.

Northern - Eastern - Southern Route.

They couldn't get a few boats out there.

The only ones on the southern and eastern fronts who had some naval power were Egypt and Greece.

But they are still busy rescuing the people in their territorial waters! The only thing left in the frontal battlefield of the capable faction is to play the role of waving the flag.

In this case, countless Muggle merchant ships being devoured by monsters will become an inextricable death.

And along with hundreds, thousands of flesh and blood were devoured.

These parasitic monsters born in the lilac sea finally showed their hideous colors at this moment.

As if they were dressed in someone else's clothes, their occupied bodies gave birth to countless granulations and sarcomas that represented evil omens.

Yellow-brown flames of decay burned the sea.

The sea water was eroded to a disgusting brown.

It turned into some kind of strong acid that was extremely corrosive.

This exacerbated the sinking of the Muggle ships, and the metal was corroded almost in half of its face.

"Boom!"

It was the sound of the keel of the ship breaking.

Under the torrential rain, the screams of countless people rang out.

"Help!"

"Help me, save me—" He was silent.

"Ah~~~ my legs, my legs-no-no!!" O man who has fallen into the sea! In an instant, the flesh was eroded by this strong acid and flame.

The pain and torment, watching the flesh and blood of his lower body separate little by little, then the abdomen, the upper chest, and finally the head.

It's like jumping into a pot of sulfuric acid.

This creates a kind of cycle.

In the blink of an eye, an army of evil omen has been completely born.

They stand tall on the surface of the sea.

Carrying the raging waves and holding the wind, he charged towards the wizards.

"Hold on!"

"Don't retreat anymore!"

The far-sighted Auror commander could see at a glance the reason for the transformation of this legion.

They also have Muggle merchant ships behind them, and even more troublesome if they wash up on land!

Eastern Wizard Command, aboard a luxurious Muggle yacht.

"Moody!"

"Take the team, give me the line of defense on the west side! Don't let me see a monster break through your defenses! ”

"Kingsley—assist him, take your squad."

"What about Rufus Scrimgeer?" In the British Aurors, a gray-haired wizard was giving orders with a grim face.

"I'm here!" Rufus Scrimgeour phantom appeared in front of the man.

"The middle line – with the French and German Aurors. You know what the consequences are for letting them go, even one! ”

"I understand!" Rufus Scrimgeur, who was then the head of the Auror Office, nodded, and then led the remaining British Aurors to the top.

"Theseus, what about us!" On the boat, Sirius asked eagerly.

"Adapt!" Theseus's face tightened, and he said calmly, "The defense line will definitely be broken, you must always look at the overall situation and replenish it." ”

The wizard who commands the Eastern Wizards is none other than Theseus Scamander, the elder brother of Newt, a former war hero in the Global Wizarding Wars.

(End of chapter)