They begged for light, and so the benevolent God showed them the light.
Light shone everywhere.
The screams of countless goblins were annihilated in the explosion.
Like a drowning man, his figure instantly vanished into the collapsing fortress.
The shockwave, carrying waves of heat, swept outward.
Like a breath blown by a giant, it toppled the nearby wizards and goblins like dominoes!
It even made the Weasley twins in the sky cry out as they tumbled head over heels.
The earth cracked.
And from that bottomless crack, a brilliant golden light was revealed!
A golden petal spun out, landing on Harry's face.
It made him feel like this scene was strangely familiar.
It was like the "Sunflower Bomb" Mr. Lamp used.
But he immediately dismissed the thought.
A surge of ecstasy rose in Harry's heart!
The fortress explosion must be Ethan's doing!
From the inside, he'd blown up the goblins' last stronghold!
The light of justice still shone upon the earth!
Just then.
A booming sound came from the ruined fortress:
"Damn human! You will pay for your recklessness!!!"
Amidst the broken walls and rubble, a red light flared!
Crushed stones splintered.
From within, a dragon roared out!
The wizards' smiles froze as they stared in shock at the massive red dragon that almost blotted out the sky!
Its scales were like metal, and its dark claws, with a gentle squeeze, shattered pieces of black iron!
Crimson lightning coiled around its body.
From its orange-red vertical pupils, substantial flames of fury erupted!
It was Lanluote, the goblin leader, who had absorbed the power of ancient magic!
"Do you think that by blowing up my furnace and killing all the goblins, you can win?!"
"Dream on!!!"
"...He seems about to explode from anger."
The Weasley twins whispered to each other.
"Yeah, after all, his capital was all blown up—"
"His exasperation is understandable—"
"Hehe—whoa!"
The Weasley twins enjoyed the show, not minding the trouble.
Laughing loudly, they dodged the sweeping dragon tail.
Not far away.
Quidditch Captain Wood: "A beautiful dodge! Do that in the game!"
Professor Lupin, his heart pounding: "..."
Taking care of these mischievous kids is so exhausting.
The goblin leader, transformed into a dragon, panted heavily.
He was truly about to explode from anger.
He never expected.
That despicable brat would actually blow up the furnace right under his nose!!
Killing all his goblin subordinates in one fell swoop!
"...However, it doesn't matter."
He had long prepared to absorb ancient magic.
If the goblins died, they died.
As long as he killed these humans, with his supreme power.
Their goblin tribe could still dominate the world!
"Click."
Ethan flapped the wings of the Death Bird, flying out of the collapse.
He glanced at Harry and the others.
Seeing that they were all in one piece, he nodded in satisfaction and shouted: "Professor Lupin, I'll add a drumstick to your meal when we get back!"
Professor Lupin: "...Thank you."
He had said many times that he wasn't that interested in drumsticks.
How did this habit of awarding big drumsticks at the drop of a hat develop?
Ethan watched the goblin leader, who had transformed into a behemoth.
He curled his lips.
"So ugly."
Half-dragon, not quite a dragon, he was about to suffer from the 'big butt' effect.
The other party had absorbed ancient magic first.
Ethan, however, was not flustered.
Because he could clearly sense.
The true ancient magic had not yet fully formed.
Like an unstable thundercloud, it continuously released energy outward.
It had not yet been refined to its essence!
Refinement, huh... A flash of inspiration struck Ethan's mind.
The other effect of his Holy Weapon—the silver-white warhammer—appeared.
The carved magical script is the primordial fire, which can serve as a refining tool.
A refining tool!!!
Ethan stared at Mr. Lanluote, who had swallowed ancient magic and hovered in mid-air, his eyes sparkling!
Lanluote: "...I suddenly feel a chill. Do you have any idea why?"
Ethan smiled gently.
Coupled with his half-skull face, corroded by the Death Bird at this moment.
He looked extremely benevolent.
He flipped his wrist.
The silver-white "Goblin-Beating Rod" in his hand transformed into a "Touch of Mercy" with blood-red eyeballs.
Since you are so enthusiastic and willingly became a vessel for ancient magic.
How can I let your good intentions go to waste!
Naturally, I have to give you a good beating!
"Boom—!"
The warhammer struck down fiercely!
Hitting the scales, it actually made a ringing sound like clashing metal!
The golden lightning that burst forth intertwined with the crimson magic.
In a trance.
It was as if two dragons were fighting!
"So, so strong!!"
The native wizards looked up at the thundering sky in awe, dumbfounded.
This was completely a battle on another level!
If not for this young man who suddenly appeared.
They couldn't imagine what a terrible price the wizard side would have to pay to win this battle!
"This is our general! E—cough, Wright!"
The Weasley twins shouted excitedly.
Continuously casting spells, providing Ethan with what little help they could.
Harry looked at this scene, his emerald eyes sparkling.
He felt the long-standing burden suddenly lift... With Ethan around, who needed a Savior?
Could Lord Voldemort achieve such a grand spectacle?
He could only kneel and beg for mercy!
"Roar—!!!"
Lanluote let out an angry roar.
Crimson breath sprayed from his mouth.
In an instant, it annihilated plants and rubble, leaving a scorched, deep pit on the ground.
"I admit, you are an interesting opponent..."
Lanluote stared intently at Ethan.
His body was battered and bloody from the hammer blows.
However, under the power of ancient magic, it was rapidly healing.
"However, I, who possess the power of ancient magic, am invincible!!!"
He roared, and a red light flared all over his body!
Blowing back Ethan's hair and robe corners.
Ethan panted, his cobalt blue eyes fixed on the massive creature hovering before him.
Around his neck, the Spider's Heart pendant continuously replenished his magic.
Despite this.
The consumption was still immense.
Seeing Ethan remain silent.
Lanluote grew even more smug.
Convinced that the brat was out of tricks.
Well, yes.
To contend with himself, who had absorbed the magic of an entire mine's worth of crystals.
To last this long was quite impressive.
Those endless little tricks had indeed astonished him.
It was time for him to run out of ammunition.
Lanluote slowly said: "I will remember you, human. I'm afraid that in my long and powerful life to come, I will never encounter an opponent as excellent as you."
"Now, die."
As his voice fell.
The wizards' hair suddenly stood on end.
Around them, crimson arcs of electricity surged.
Crackling.
Carrying terrifying, heart-pounding energy.
Like a cage of spikes, it pointed directly at Ethan in mid-air!
Instinctively, the wizards felt that this move absolutely could not be withstood!
Eve Black screamed.
She lifted her foot, wanting to rush over.
But suddenly, her heart gave a violent leap!
Thump-thump!
"Gulp?!"
She uncontrollably arched her back, her eyes wide.
She wrapped her arms around her body, rigid in place.
Within the crimson magic, blood surged.
It was as if something deeply buried was about to break through the earth.
In the sky.
Ethan didn't notice the anomaly on the ground.
At this moment.
Ethan raised his hand, looking at the crimson magic that pricked his skin like needles, and murmured:
"This full-power strike is still somewhat impressive..."
"Ah, how wonderful. Even an incomplete ancient magic can construct such a magnificent scene."
Ethan sighed with emotion.
Then, he lifted his eyelids, looking warily at the goblin leader's fiery orange vertical pupils.
He spoke indifferently:
"But, the wind-up is too long."
"If it can't be released, then no matter how powerful it is, it will have no effect."
"?!"
Upon hearing this, the goblin leader's pupils contracted!
He blurted out: "Bluff!"
"Is it possible that you still have a way to suppress such powerful magic? That's simply absurd!"
However.
Although rationality told him that casting failure was impossible.
There was always a vague sense of unease... He had to kill this strange brat quickly!
"Roar—!"
A furious roar!
Thunderous red light, from all directions, twisted and killed towards Ethan!
"Heh, look above you!"
Ethan's lips curved slightly.
He slowly looked up, pointing towards the sun!
"Luna!!"
The golden-haired girl, riding a dark hippogriff, was seen.
She was holding his painting, "The Sleeping Wolf," continuously absorbing all energy!
"What is that?!"
The goblin leader was startled!
An ominous and painful premonition surged in his heart!
No, how many more wonderful little tricks do you have?!
"Awaken, my Sleeping Wolf..."
Ethan spoke slowly, spreading his arms.
His lips curved into an incredibly joyful grin.
"Bring some artistic shock to this world."
"—Howl!"
A small wolf howl echoed from above.
It wasn't earth-shattering.
However.
In an instant, it froze the crimson magic.
Making everything in the world halt abruptly.
On the painting.
The two previously closed wolf eyes suddenly opened!
"Warning! Warning!"
"The Sleeping Wolf has awakened."
"It has now been changed to The Splitting Wolf."
"Disaster descends."
"Please bow your heads and pray."
"Hiss, crackle."
In the dead silence.
The spine-chilling sound of flesh tearing was so clear.
Drops of blood, like rain, fell from the painting onto the earth.
Then.
The light disappeared.
Shadows enveloped the earth.
Outlining the shape of a wolf's head.
"—Howl!!!"