The Black Robed Woman in the black robe was going up the stairs.
He had already pulled out his wand, which was stained with countless killings.
Meanwhile, at the junction of the seventh level of the underground prison and the ground passage, five prisoners were anxiously gathered in front of a heavy Bronze Door.
These places were already filled with a strong stench of blood and the burnt smell of magic remnants due to the silent but efficient "cleaning" carried out by the Black Robed Woman.
At this moment, this buffer zone at the junction of the underground and the surface is as if it has been swept by a storm. This is the final checkpoint, a heavy metal gate engraved with powerful Ancient Runes, which blocks the way to the world of freedom. The gate shimmers with light.
It was clearly protected by extremely strong Protective Magic.
Seven or eight figures gathered in front of the door. They were ragged, mostly injured, and their faces showed a mixture of extreme fear, a desperate desire to escape, and frustration at their failed attempt.
They were the criminals who had slipped through the net earlier—a few skilled in concealment magic, or those who happened to hide in corners with strong magical shielding effects when the Black Robed Woman went on their killing spree. During the massacre, they successfully hid themselves, relying on their instinctive intuition of danger or some kind of survival trump card, holding their breath until they sensed that the suffocatingly terrifying aura had left the prison levels and gone deeper, only then daring to cautiously reveal themselves.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, they ran frantically to this spot, thinking they could escape. However, this door became an insurmountable barrier for them.
"Quick! Find a way to open this damn door!" a scarred sorcerer with fierce eyes roared. He kept shooting out breaking and Alohomora spells with his wand, but the light only splashed out ripples when it hit the metal door and disappeared without a trace. The door did not budge.
"It's no use! This is Gate of Repulsion enhanced by ancient Goblin craftsmanship. Without a specific key or sufficiently powerful Magic Power, it simply cannot be opened!" another elderly prisoner with gray hair, who looked somewhat learned, cried out in despair. He had tried several more complex Ancient Magic, but to no avail.
"Smash it! All of you, charge!" roared a burly prisoner who appeared to have Giant blood, wielding a huge wooden club studded with sharp stones, and slammed it down on the door.
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, the wooden stick bounced back, making his arm go numb, and leaving only a faint white mark on the door.
"Fool! What good is brute force!" the Scarface wizard roared.
"Then what do you suggest we do?! Wait for that monster to catch up?!" the Giant -blooded prisoner retorted.
Fear and despair quickly turned into infighting. Several people began blaming and arguing with each other, and the scene became chaotic.
They tried every method imaginable—jointly casting blast spells, attempting to find Magic Node on the door to interfere, and some even tried to use Transfiguration to squeeze through the crack in the door—all their Hard Work were in vain.
This door is just like the stone door in Saruman's memory.
It was cold and absolute, blocking their path to survival.
after all.
Even as a replica, it still possesses a certain extraordinary quality.
"What should we do?"
The criminals exchanged bewildered glances.
They are all "special containment subjects"—not ordinary dark Wizard, but dangerous individuals who have touched forbidden areas and even had indirect contact with some evil churches.
One of them Grayson, a former Auror traitor who was skilled in Apparition and Counter-Detection magic.
Another person is named Mora, who is skilled in mind manipulation and dream infiltration; the other three are respectively proficient in forbidden techniques such as elemental explosion, Blood Curse conversion, and space folding.
Everyone here is an expert.
So after the Black Robed Woman left, they quickly broke free, using Mora's mental interference to disrupt the monitoring crystal, while Grayson used spatial folding to bypass the patrolling puppets and stealthily made their way to the last barrier leading to the ground. However, no matter how they tried to bombard it with blasting spells, break the spell with dispelling incantations, or even activate the ancient inscriptions with blood sacrifice, they only got one result.
The gate remained completely still.
"Damn it!" Grayson slammed his fist on the door, blood seeping from his knuckles. "This door isn't a physical structure! It's alive!"
"Nonsense!" Mora snapped. "We all know it's part of the Key of the Gate '! But do you have a way to open it?"
"How about we work together to tear open space?" suggested a short, stout man, Croft, a Blood Curse mage.
"Tear space apart here? Are you trying to blow up the entire prison, or release what's behind the door?" Mora sneered. "Are you insane?"
"It's better than waiting to die!" Croft roared. " The Black Robed Woman could return at any moment!"
"He's not coming back," the other man said ominously. "He thinks we're all dead."
Before the words were even finished, the air suddenly froze.
A chilling killing intent emanated from behind them, like a venomous snake coiling around their necks. The five of them turned around abruptly and saw the Black Robed Woman standing at the end of the passage.
Beneath the hood, his eyes were as black as an abyss, and his wand was already silently raised in his hand.
No warning, no words.
A crimson incantation shot out like lightning—"AvadaKedavra".
Croft didn't even have time to react before a green light pierced his chest. His eyes widened, his body went limp, and his soul was instantly ripped away.
"Attack!" Grayson roared, his figure blurring as he activated Apparition.
Mora formed hand seals and released a cloud of purple mist, attempting to invade the Black Robed Woman's consciousness. The other two summoned a giant fire python and an ice crystal spear, respectively, attacking from both sides.
The underground passage instantly turned into a battlefield.
Flames and frost clashed, the light of incantations exploded on the stone walls, and rubble rained down. The Black Robed Woman moved like a ghost between the attacks, each swing of his wand taking a life. He first blasted the ice crystal spear to dust with a "Confringo," then countered with a "Sectumsempra," severing the arm of the prisoner who controlled the flames at the shoulder, who fell to the ground screaming in agony.
Mora's Mental Attack was blocked by a silver shield—an ancient " Mental Barrier " that even Dementor could not penetrate.
"You can't escape, Grayson," The Black Robed Woman said coldly, his voice piercing through the chaotic magical storm.
Grayson appeared ten meters away, his face deathly pale. "You knew we'd hide?"
"I know you'll be unwilling to accept this," The Black Robed Woman slowly approached, "But you shouldn't even dream of opening that door."
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"Why?!" Mora screamed, "What's behind the door?!"
The Black Robed Woman did not answer. He flicked his wand, and a black chain appeared out of thin air, binding Mora tightly.
She struggled, but could not break free from the bonds woven by pure Magic Power.
Seeing this, Grayson gritted his teeth and Apparition, aiming directly at the ventilation shaft at the end of the passage. However, the instant he disappeared, the Black Robed Woman's lips curled into a cold smile, and he muttered, "Apparition..."
Lock.
The space was locked. Grayson's figure was forced to appear in mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground, the sound of his ribs breaking clearly audible.
"It's over." The Black Robed Woman walked up to him, looking down at him.
Grayson coughed up blood, his eyes filled with despair: "We—just want to survive—"
"Some secrets are not meant for the living to know." The Black Robed Woman raised his wand.
A green light flashed.
The last prisoner collapsed.
The passageway fell silent again, with only the Embers of the flames slowly dying out on the ground. However, even after killing all the criminals, the Black Robed Woman still did not put away his wand.
After all, this is just one of the groups.
He has another group of people that the Black Robed Woman needs to deal with.
"This isn't the way out! Damn it, I knew I should have followed Grayson!"
"Shut up! Give me some time to think of a solution!"
There was another group of people, apparently those who had split up from the escapees after disagreeing on the route. They were arguing loudly at what appeared to be an exit.
The layout here is exactly the same as the one Grayson and his group had used before, so naturally, the situation these criminals encountered was no different from what Grayson and his group had faced.
Just as these people were discussing whether to go back the way they came to find the others...
"Enough!"
A chilling voice, as if from the deepest hell, rang out behind them without warning.
All the arguing stopped abruptly.
The prisoners, as if frozen in place, stiffly and slowly turned their heads.
At the entrance to the stairs leading to the prison below, the Black Robed Woman had silently appeared. He was completely shrouded in black robes, the shadow of his hood obscuring his face, with only his inhuman pupils gleaming coldly in the darkness, reflecting an absolutely icy emotion.
That's enough.
He held a seemingly simple magic wand that emanated an ominous aura, and his body was surrounded by a force field that mixed the aura of the abyss with pure killing intent.
No warnings, no nonsense.
Just as the prisoners turned around, their pupils dilating in horror, the Black Robed Woman raised his wand.
A blinding, pure green light tore through the dim air, carrying an irresistible will of death, and struck precisely the Scarface sorcerer who was closest to him and still in a daze.
Avada Kedavra!
The wizard's fierce expression froze instantly, and the light in his eyes went out completely, like a blown-out candle.
He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body went limp and he vanished instantly. The Black Robed Woman's killing was swift, efficient, and ruthless to the extreme.
He killed Scarface!
"Let's fight him!"
The remaining prisoners erupted in desperate madness from extreme fear. The instinct for survival overwhelmed reason; they knew there was no hope of escape, only a fight to the death!
In an instant, colorful and varied magical lights erupted in this narrow space!
" Severing Charm!"
" Incendio!"
" Death Coil!"
" Sleeping Charm!"
Countless incantations rained down on the Black Robed Woman like a storm.
The explosion erupted around him, sharp magical blades sliced through the air, and deadly beams of stun intertwined. Craters were blasted into the ground, scorch marks and cracks covered the walls, and the entire junction hall trembled violently under the barrage of magic, with rubble and dust falling in a flurry.
However, faced with this combined attack that could instantly tear apart an Auror Squad, the Black Robed Woman's figure moved and flickered like a ghost through the magical storm. His movements defied common sense, sometimes blending into the shadows, and sometimes teleporting short distances at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye.
This power is clearly a result of contamination, and also a temptation of Cthulhu for human Wizard. In any case, it can indeed grant Wizard great power at this stage.
The fact that the Black Robed Woman was far stronger than most Head of House Level Wizard is proof of this.
Of course, this person must have been quite talented, otherwise he wouldn't have been accepted as a disciple by Saruman. However, there are very few Wizard have reached such a level at this age.
It's highly unlikely that the Cthulhu contamination brought absolutely no benefit.
"I'm sorry, everyone, you will need to stay here permanently."
The Black Robed Woman sighed, his wand dancing into a black blur, precisely blocking, deflecting, and even annihilating incoming spells.
A massive, glowing energy shield instantly materialized, blocking several Reductor Curse. Then, almost without a pause, he cast the spell again.
A beam of grayish-white light shot out, instantly turning a prisoner who was preparing his next curse into a frozen statue. Black, lifelike flames erupted from the tip of his wand, transforming into a python that coiled around another prisoner, instantly devouring him, leaving only a brief scream and the stench of burning flesh.
"Aaaaaah!"
The criminals were wailing.
The Black Robed Woman was casting a spell.
He wasn't just defending; he was retaliating efficiently and ruthlessly. His magic was powerful and bizarre, often blending the techniques of orthodox Wizard systems with some kind of life-desecrating power from the abyss. A prisoner who tried to sneak up on him from the side was sent flying by an invisible force he used to strike him back.
The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible as the opponent crashed into the wall. Clearly, the physical mutation had granted the Black Robed Woman strength comparable to that of warriors extinct in this era.
Dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.
They've always been incredibly strong, even supermodels.
"Aaaaaah!!"
My hands! My head!
The criminals were no match for the Black Robed Woman.
The battle here appears dazzling but is actually brutal. The light from the clash of magic flickers in the dim underground. One prisoner after another falls; some are instantly killed by Killing Curse, some are tortured beyond recognition by evil curses, and some are crushed into dust by the powerful Magic Power.
Their numbers dwindled rapidly.
Finally, when the last remaining prisoner—an old, gray-haired man—collapsed to the ground after being tortured with a Crucio, letting out a shrill, inhuman wail, all the other prisoners who were still alive but in crippled state were stunned. They watched as the old prisoner's suffering was finally ended by a green light.
"No!"
The criminals were almost numb; the previous rage and madness were long gone from their faces, leaving only utter...
A despair that penetrates to the very marrow of one's bones.
In the entire hall, only the Black Robed Woman remained standing. The Magic Power field around him slowly subsided, and his black robes were spotless, as if the fierce battle that had just taken place had nothing to do with him.
"You have no idea how serious the problem is. If any of you were to take it out, it would be Eternal Damnation disaster for the entire world." The Black Robed Woman coldly surveyed the mess on the ground and the lifeless bodies, his vertical pupils devoid of any emotion.