"Boom-"

Explosion - earth-shattering blow.

Lightning rained down on all sides, and Ron's eyes were quick as he enlarged the Iron Charm to envelop Koyatl.

As for the other dark wizards who had already rushed up, some had to defend on the spot, and some were too late to react and were struck by lightning.

fell to the ground. Convulsed, not knowing whether to live or die.

Ron didn't have time to surprise, let alone grieve.

His head, infested by the whispers of the outer gods, was filled with only endless anger.

The dark wizard who had dodged the blow threw a spell at him again, and he couldn't do anything else.

"Ahem—"

Koyatl coughed heavily as she fell to the ground, blood pouring from the corners of her mouth.

Scarlet eyes, slowly drooping, she looked at Ron, who was fighting against the dark wizard, but gradually fell into the disadvantage.

His lips and teeth squirmed, and he spat out the bloody words, "I and we all. . . Yes. Die here."

"I'm sorry. deceived you. ”

Her limbs burst out with the last of their strength.

The arms were propped up with difficulty.

Her long black hair hung down, obscuring her face.

Only the viscous and pungent blood flowed out and dripped on the ground.

"I'm not sorry for . The gods will live and will be. Only to die. ”

There was a trail of blood on the steps.

She crawled with difficulty.

From time to time, a spell struck the stone steps around her, splashing rocks and slamming them down on her.

And the girl—she paused slightly, then continued to crawl towards the altar.

The road was only a few steps away, but it took her tens of seconds.

Eventually, she pushed away the debris blasted by the lightning, spread her arms, and lay on her back on the platform.

"Divided."

She muttered.

The next moment, an invisible blade slit her wrist.

Ron half-knelt on the ground, turning back mechanically.

Probably because of the sound of an attack spell coming from behind his ears, it made the beast, which had lost its sense of self, feel the danger.

Of course, after seeing that Koyatl had cut his wrist, his hideous face was full of puzzlement.

"Don't take it. Heart, Ben. That's how it should be. She said.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The girl looked up at the ceiling full of stone milk, her pupils glazed from the loss of highlights.

Her blood, along with her wand, sank into the three caverns.

The silvery pool water, a dull red, became turbulent.

Waves crashed into the hole and even overflowed the ground.

"O gods!"

"I have done your will."

"Wish"

"Ahem—" She coughed heavily.

The fire of life has burned out.

In a trance, there seemed to be an endless field in the distance.

The breeze swept over the hills, across the lake, and carried the petals into a pair of big hands.

It was a man with blond hair, bronzed skin, a muscular build, and a crown made of some kind of feather.

It was a woman who looked like a god.

And beside him—there are countless people standing.

They were long or short, men or women, but they were mostly young people.

Among the group, a certain red-haired witch stands out.

Compared to other red-haired wizards, she is younger, and her gaze is softer and gentle.

"It's not time yet." The red-haired witch walked up to her and rubbed her cheeks affectionately like a mother.

Koyatl smiled.

She couldn't figure it out.

Can't see clearly.

Thoughts can no longer gather.

She closed her eyes and uttered the final final spell in her mouth.

"Whew—God

Escort - Guard!! ”

In an instant—it's dawn!

A brilliant silver glow flew from her mangled shell.

The silver glow casts an indescribably gentle magic.

Immediately afterward, a large snake covered with feathers revealed its true body from the silver glow.

It was only a few dozen feet long, and the scales on his body were mainly scarlet, dark green, and azure, and his head had hard horns, and his eyes were full of compassion.

A pair of white wings grow on its back.

A strong natural charm gushes out, turning into an invisible charm.

Everyone present was shocked by this lonely silver light, and they stared blankly, all impurities in their eyes were receded, leaving only the figure of a brilliant god.

The Death Eaters were stunned for a few seconds before they were ready to flee.

The Purges, on the other hand, had similar expressions to the Death Eaters, while others had faces full of excitement, as if they had seen something they had always dreamed of.

This thirst comes from decades of constant struggle and desire.

And the Quetzalcoatl God above the sky, he didn't care about the appearance of all living beings, his eyes drooped, and countless ancient Runi Wen appeared around him.

They fall from their wings.

The gods are disintegrating themselves.

It seemed that something had been activated, and the ancient magic had infiltrated Koyatel's body, and along with her blood, flowed into the three pits.

In the next second, the deep pit where countless souls of people had gathered set off a storm.

The things of the earth are fighting hard.

It's a tug-of-war.

The entire obelisk lit up with a shimmer.

The ancient magic patterns that should have existed in the walls resurfaced clearly.

In the dark night of the sea, it is like a lighthouse appearing.

It is a candle in the wind, and the sea breeze blows away a little light.

The Death Eaters and the Aurors of the United are at war.

The urgency they each saw in this strangeness was what they both thought was caused by the other.

The battle instantly became more intense.

——————

"Boom !!"

Like an earthquake, the entire sea surface was filled with high waves.

The golden afterglow fell into the sky, and an invisible golden curtain slowly fell.

High in the sky, the magic ring of countless runes spread out to the surrounding nautical miles in just a few breaths.

Immediately afterwards, a golden rain of swords fell, and the stars were above, like meteors falling to the ground.

"Knock !!"

A rain of swords plunged into the reef, followed by a violent explosion.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Countless explosions have been used to eliminate each other.

The wizards around were stunned.

They were completely engulfed by the glorious sword rain and the magic ring compiled by the runes of the high heavens, and they were speechless and speechless.

"Be careful!!

Mad Eye Moody was the first of the Wizards of the Federation.

His magic eye was spinning rapidly.

From the rain of swords, he saw a deep malice.

Sure enough, the next second he said this.

There was a wizard next to him who was stabbed in the heart.

Only then did the other Aurors react, and hurriedly gathered together to hold up the Iron Armor Spell at the same time.

On the other side—the Death Eaters and Cleaners were surprised to find that the rain of swords—it didn't attack itself.

The golden glow will only penetrate their bodies directly.

without causing them any harm.

It's clear – the winner is decided!

"Haha! Ha ha!!! ”

"The Dark Lord succeeded. Long live the Dark Lord!! ”

"God—this is a miracle!! It's not a power that a wizard can control! Strength!!! ”

The dark wizards roared wildly, hysterical.

They celebrated, then looked at the fleeing Aurors with the eyes of the clowns.

There's no need to make a move.

They just have to stay and watch the play.

The rain of swords above the heavens became more and more dense, and no wizard could hold on any longer.

Behind them, the obelisk had collapsed.

It may have been a tower that has existed since the dawn of humanity, withstanding the onslaught of time – but ultimately not a rival strife.

The gravel fell to the bottom of the sea, and the waves reflected the golden glow and splashed golden water.

As if the dust had settled on the streamers, the drama entered the close.

And the remnants of the collapsed obelisk.

Above the platform, Quetzalcoatl's silver glow spread out like a streamer.

A sharp sword was inserted into the body, and it was a golden sword.

As long as he was still struggling to support it, the prohibition made by the ancient Runiwen turned into chains and wrapped around the figure on the altar that seemed to be the resurrection of an ancient god.

"Is it too late?"

A whisper, like the end of an era.

Quetzalcoatl's glorious body disintegrated faster.

Ron lay on the gravel beside him.

His consciousness came to his senses the moment Quetzalcoatl appeared.

One of his arms had been stoned, and blood was pouring down his left arm like a fountain - it was supposed to be a slit in an artery.

His right hand was empty, and his wand had disappeared from the earth-shaking tremors and explosions that had just turned upside down.

"Heal quickly."

"Hurry. Heal! ”

He was crying, casting a spell without a wand, and the wound on his left arm was slowly healing, but the spell could not heal such severe injuries and fractures.

He just barely managed to get less blood spurting out.

However, at this time, the physical pain did not make him feel hopeless.

What really lost Ron's mind was the golden glow that had just crawled out of one of the three pits—

Voldemort.

"You're a little surprised by your tenacity."

Voldemort said with a smirk.

He was dressed in a dark blue robe, and his whole body was filled with golden glow.

Seven chains ran through his body, and at the other end was the runi script on the earth. This is the most primitive prohibition.

The prohibition that binds the outer gods.

Only now—the chains are like broken candles, and they're about to melt.

Although Quetzalcoatl had re-replenished the ban, it was clear that the magic squeezed out by the thousands of Muggle souls far exceeded the magic of the ban itself.

It's all late.

It was also an hour in advance, and there was hope of restarting the ban.

But now, nothing more than the sails of the old era, are mounted on the steel ships of the new era.

Voldemort shook his head like a newborn.

A powerful magic filled his body like never before.

He had never felt so omniscient and omnipotent as he did now.

As for the chains behind him - it's just a harmless thing.

He could perceive that in a matter of minutes, the chains would melt and become part of his magic.

In a good mood, he looked down at the girl who had brought about the change.

"What an accident, the desolate god actually found a successor for himself." He said, raising his right hand slightly and pinching Koyatl's neck.

"But—" the eyes of the scorching flame fell on Ron's, "and if you don't resist, it's a little boring." ”

"Let her go." Ron said through gritted teeth.

"Let go?" Voldemort's voice was cold and cruel, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel smile, as if to foretell the impending disaster.

With a wave of his hand, Koatl was thrown like a cannonball, aimed at Ron.

A flash of horror flashed across Ron's face, and he barely raised his hand in an attempt to cast a "shock stop".

However, since he couldn't cast the spell perfectly without a wand, the gray spell drove out of his hand, and hitting the girl only slowed her down.

She still slammed down on herself, pushing him several feet like a kite with a broken string.

Ron hugged the girl in his arms tightly, and even though his left arm was broken, leaving only flesh and blood to be connected, he didn't let go. After paying the price of a few sternums, they finally stopped.

Ron lay on the ground, one eye fixed on Voldemort, while the girl in his arms was unharmed.

Voldemort looked at them with a cruel and satisfied smile on his face. "Yes—worthy of a student of Dumbledore." He scoffed, "Hogwarts is much stronger than I was now." ”

He lazily clutched his wand.

With just a flick, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm shot out.

In the midst of the rubble, Ron, with one eye open, instinctively, struggled to get up.

He used the last of his strength.

Reverse the girl in your arms to your side.

Blocked the lightning with his back.

Lightning struck Ron in the back, engulfing him in an instant. However, he did not make any sound. Because he no longer has the strength to speak.

In a moment, the lightning vanished, and a fist-sized hole appeared in his back.

He looked down at Koyatl.

The corners of the girl's mouth twitched slightly on the girl's pale face.

She also had an extra hole in her chest.

Voldemort's magic ran through them.

"No—" Ron spat out a mouthful of blood, and at the end of the day, everything he did was so stupid, like a clown idiot.

A strong sense of self-blame encroached upon his fragile self-esteem.

"So be it! Endure. Good. ”

Koyatl muttered, a voice that could only be heard by Ron, who was clinging to her.

At this time, she suddenly wanted to reach out and comfort the boy in front of her.

Just like the red-haired witch in the vision she had comforted her.

But—she didn't have any strength.

She is still not dead, but ancient magic has strengthened her physique for a long time. If it were an ordinary person, under such a large amount of blood loss, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

"Thank you." In the end, the girl could only use the last shred of understanding to spit out these two words.

From birth to the present.

Her life was nothing but loneliness and fear.

In a short life.

No one had ever been genuinely willing to sacrifice for her. However, in this final moment of life and death, Ron guarded her with his own life, allowing her to experience what it was like to be cared for and protected.

Her life is like walking on thin ice, and everyone thinks she is a monster, a demon, a resurrected shell of an outer god, and an unreasonable female madman.

If that's how it ends, maybe it's a gift to her.

At least she has some kind of 'friend'?

Maybe go deeper?

It's a pity - in the last moments of the return to light.

There was a sudden hint of reluctance in her consciousness.

Her time to be free was too short.

It's really too short.

It's like a flower that has just opened and is about to wither.

At this moment - the blood of the two fused together and entangled with each other.

Tell of unspeakable regret.

(End of chapter)