As the words fell.
The swollen Goblin abruptly raised the jagged blood-cleaver!
Crimson blood entangled the blade like thorns, emitting an ominous, scarlet glow.
The very next second.
Amidst the screams of the students.
The Goblin arrived in an instant!
His massive silhouette suddenly loomed before Ethan. The rugged blade hung above like a guillotine suspended in mid-air!
It cast the shadow of death!
[Die!]
The Goblin grinned maliciously.
His blood-red pupils looked down at Ethan's calm face.
The blade slashed down violently!
"Ethan—"
Hermione screamed, her anxiety compelling her to lunge forward.
But once again, she was "suppressed" by a hand.
"Shhh——————don't be impulsive."
Luna's flat, serene eyes gazed at Hermione like a mirror surface.
Her small hand rested on Hermione's shoulder, cold enough to make her shiver. It felt as if a block of black ice had been pressed against her.
"Don't go causing trouble for Ethan."
Luna's tone was gentle.
Yet, it froze Hermione—the "Senior"—in place.
"Good girl~"
Luna smiled tenderly.
She raised her head, looking toward the circular platform where great plumes of blood mist were surging.
She spoke slowly:
"Right now, it is Ethan's stage."
Thick smoke billowed.
Scarlet mist permeated the surroundings like a wall.
This single strike.
It had split the entire circular platform.
Like a line of blood on a severed neck, a long, slender gully had been hewn into the stone.
The Goblin narrowed his eyes.
His chaotic vision constantly searched for Ethan's "parts."
In his cognition, that strike just now was fast and accurate; there was absolutely no possibility of dodging it!
...But, it wasn't enough!
The moment he felt waves of agonizing pain radiating from that indescribable area behind him, the Goblin's features twisted. He hated that he couldn't hack Ethan into a thousand pieces!
————Is this the wizards' "Light Savior"?!
He's too damn shady!!
[Ethan Vincent...! I will mince you into meat sauce and make you taste this humiliating pain!!]
[You thief, bandit—————hm?]
The Goblin suddenly paused.
His brain, eroded by dark magic, produced a flicker of doubt:
What exactly was Ethan trying to steal from them?
Just then.
A clear, bright voice rang out from behind the Goblin:
"You want to give me painful pleasure? Sorry, that's Luna's job."
Goblin: [???]
Swish!
Countless eyes turned in unison to look at the blonde girl.
Their gazes held shock, mixed with a trace of admiration.
Luna's pale little face flushed with a rosy hue.
She looked toward the ghostly blue figure emerging in the blood mist with a slightly reproachful look.
...Wait until they got back; she would have a "good talk" with Ethan.
"Hu!"
The Goblin spun around and swung his blade!
The scarlet blood-qi carved a fan-shaped arc in mid-air!
But Ethan dodged it effortlessly.
With a flap of his pitch-black bone wings, he maneuvered away!
With a calm smile on his face, he looked down at the shocked and furious Goblin.
[You actually didn't die! Next time, you won't be so lucky...!]
The Goblin roared and swung the saw cleaver with massive force!
Streams of fresh blood condensed into long needles in mid-air.
Like a rain of arrows, they shot densely toward Ethan!
Ding-ding-dang-dang!
They struck Ethan's protective barrier and shattered.
Watching those blood spikes crumble, Ethan's eyes flickered slightly.
He glanced at the shallow blade marks on the ground.
He had reached a conclusion.
Raising his eyes to the furious Goblin, he scoffed lightly:
"You're the only one with the Power of Nine Dragons? Heh, I have it too!"
As he spoke.
A card appeared in Ethan's hand.
The surging dark aura within it was simply far greater than that of the current Goblin!
Like a damp, wriggling black hole.
It emitted a rich, intoxicating scent.
——————Painting. The Nest of Fusion!
"Perform Super Fusion between me and 'Lichdragon Fortissax'!"
The card vanished from Ethan's hand.
Golden sparks crackled and lit up.
Pitch-black scales, like a lover's embrace, extended forward from the bone wings.
Piercing through pale skin, mixed with blood, they covered him layer by layer.
They climbed all the way up his neck and face.
Dyeing Ethan's cobalt-blue eyes a terrifying yet holy golden yellow.
The pupils contracted, turning into reptilian vertical slits.
[You have fused with the Lichdragon, attributes have changed!]
[Obtained Attribute: Holy Judgment Lightning]
[Legend has it that in ancient times, the Ancient Dragons were supreme beings who controlled all things and set the rules for the world.]
[Perhaps after death, the crimson curse formed by their resentment speaks of the Ancient Dragon's unwillingness and grief over the decline of its race.]
Looking at Ethan's transformed appearance.
Feeling that golden lightning that could tear everything apart.
The hair on the Goblin's body stood on end, and he shouted in shock:
[Black Magic?! You... as the new Savior of the Wizarding World, you actually use Black Magic——]
Suddenly.
The Goblin choked.
Belatedly, he remembered.
Before being crowned with the title of "Light Savior."
Ethan Vincent's initial identity in the wizarding world was "The Demon"!
"Black Magic? That is a lie."
Ethan shook his head.
His golden vertical pupils stared unblinkingly at the Goblin.
Then, with awe-inspiring righteousness, he enunciated word by word:
"This is clearly White Magic that heals all things!"
???
The Goblin stared wide-eyed in shock.
Expressing:
I believe you, you ghost!
"Action Surge, activate! Now—————————it is my turn!" Ethan shouted excitedly.
Accompanied by a declaration that thundered in their ears.
Ethan raised his arm high.
A silver warhammer appeared in his hand!
Guiding thousands of lightning bolts!
Causing the eyes upon the face of the hammer to close involuntarily.
As if they could not bear to watch the scene that was about to unfold.
Ethan: "Eat my shot, Lightning Strike———————!"
The heavy hammer smashed down from high above!
[Gu!]
The Goblin's eyes bulged, an immense sense of crisis driving his body.
Almost instinctively, he wanted to Apparate away!
However, in the next instant—————
BOOM!!!
A bolt of golden lightning, as thick as a tree, struck him straight from the sky!
[Arghhhhh!!!]
A miserable scream resounded through the cavern once more! It rumbled within the rock walls, transmitting far up into the sky!
"Ugh!"
The students narrowed their eyes, unable to look directly, wrapped in the bursting golden light.
Everyone's hair stood on end.
Their bodies went numb, unable to move.
"Too shocking..."
Justin was brought to tears by the piercing golden light.
Staring blankly at the scene before him, he felt his very soul being sublimated:
"Is this the battlefield of the strong? Merlin, I feel the magic within my body responding to it! It is blazing hot!"
"Am... am I having an epiphany?!"
"...Brother, your robes are on fire."
"Ah? Ahhh!!"
In the circular platform.
Golden electric arcs coiled in mid-air like tiny snakes.
Ethan stood suspended in the air.
Holding the golden warhammer, hair and beard dancing in the wind.
Like a God of War descending!
His cobalt-blue eyes scanned the place where the lightning had struck.
He muttered:
"Hmm... AOE spells certainly have great visual effects, very artistic."
"But finding the loot fragments is a bit inconvenient."
Suddenly.
Ethan paused slightly, his pupils contracting.
A shadow struck swiftly from behind!
Heavily, it chopped into him!
Splurt!
Blood gushed out.
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone!
In the dead silence.
Only a raspy, weak laugh could be heard:
[Ah, ah, ah...]
[I finally... caught you, Ethan Vincent!!]
The dust settled.
Revealing a terrifyingly grotesque figure!
Skin peeling away in layers, scorched black like solidified asphalt.
The originally massive physique now had only half remaining.
From the shoulders down, there was nothing.
On a face where features could no longer be distinguished.
Only a single blood-red eye stared dead at Ethan!
Using his one remaining arm.
He had buried the saw cleaver into Ethan.
[Hehe... didn't expect that, did you? I'm still alive! If you want to blame someone, blame your own carelessness!]
The Goblin grinned high.
His lips were burned away, exposing two rows of bare, sharp teeth.
Hideous beyond measure.
Like an evil ghost crawling up from hell!
...This time, it must be foolproof.
The Goblin thought.
His body was like a pocket with a massive hole; magic and vitality were draining away rapidly.
This was his final strength.
One strike, hit!
——However.
A voice—cold, steady.
Almost without any fluctuation, and seemingly unaffected by anything.
Sounded from right in front of him!
"I discovered it from the very beginning... your attack seems very light, doesn't it?"
Ethan slowly raised his head.
His bright, fiery cobalt-blue eyes reflected the Goblin's face, which was frozen in peak astonishment!
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