Hearts in Sync

Faced with this unknown Ancient Magic, Skylar dared not be careless in the slightest. He first planted his wand in the ground, and suddenly summoned countless pale arms from the ground to capture the Evil Spirit, preventing it from getting close to him.

At the same time, countless tentacles sprouted from his back, crisscrossing nimbly to form a unique magic circle.

"Super Seal of Demonic Suppression!"

The Seal of Demonic Suppression was originally a sealing magic that Skylar used to seal the Blood Curse on Astoria, capable of sealing all evil. Over time, after Skylar mastered the curse seal magic on Abatair, his sealing skills improved significantly, and the version he used now was far more powerful than before.

At the same time, Dumbledore also walked slowly forward, his imposing presence like the sky slowly opening up in the dark night.

Blue-purple magic spread around him like a starry sea, and with a wave of his wand, a silver-white blade of light, like flowing stars, suddenly slashed out, heading straight for Herpo.

This was Dumbledore's all-out effort; he was determined to kill with this strike.

Faced with double suppression, Herpo's expression darkened, and he suddenly clasped his hands together, unleashing a burst of magical power. Behind him, two spirits transformed into black mist, rushing towards the Evil Spirit in an instant, and the three merged together.

The Evil Spirit suddenly swelled, its body bulging and Transfiguration like a balloon, and it crashed into the front. The sealing spell struck the Evil Spirit, but it only weakened its momentum by a third.

But then a silver-white blade of light cleaved it in two!

Herpo's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, his aura fluctuating violently. Clearly, while the Evil Spirit was destroyed, Herpo was also negatively affected.

But just when everyone thought the attack was over—

"Ancient Life-Changing Technique."

"Boom!!!"

The summoned spirit exploded violently in mid-air, a dark surge of magical energy whipped up a gale, and a black lightning bolt as thick as thunder shot out from it, carrying an aura of curse and destruction, traversing the battlefield and heading straight for Skylar and Dumbledore!

"Buzz!"

The "Guardian Ring" on Skylar's finger lit up instantly, and a silver-white light shield unfolded. It shattered instantly upon being struck by the lightning, but it stopped the fatal blow at the last line of defense.

Despite the successful defense, a noticeable crack appeared on the Guardian Ring, something that had never happened before. Skylar channeled a small amount of magic into it, but felt no reaction whatsoever. It seemed that the Guardian Ring would be unusable until it was repaired.

Dumbledore, a Phoenix with outstretched wings and a cry suddenly appeared, its feathers burning with golden flames, and it pounced directly on the black lightning, instantly devouring it completely!

"Fawkes..." Dumbledore, a hint of regret flashing in his wise eyes.

The Phoenix burst into flames, landed on the ground, and then vanished completely, leaving only a pile of Ashes on the floor that hadn't quite died out. Fawkes entered a process of rebirth once more, transforming into a fledgling bird.

Herpo knelt on the ground, his face contorted with rage. He looked at his two opponents who were still standing, and for the first time, resentment and fear appeared in his eyes.

While recovering, Skylar secretly calculated his own limits. His Soaring Battle Intent could be maintained for ten minutes in Celestial State, but he only had eight minutes left, barely enough to cast two more ultimate spells.

Before he could recover to his best condition, he slowly raised his wand, his black battle robes fluttering in the thunderous air currents.

"Sizzle... sizzle...!"

Silver-white lightning bolts began to erupt from the tip of the wand, writhing and roaring like wild beasts as they coiled around Skylar's arm, creating sonic booms in the air. Space seemed to distort slightly around him as magic and lightning intertwined, coalescing into a spear gleaming with azure lightning!

Skylar's gaze hardened, the crimson pupils of his Eye of the Celestial Being reflecting the sharp point of the lightning spear. He slowly raised his right index finger, swiftly drawing an ancient Ancient Runes in the air—the Judgment "Tiwaz"!

It was a rune composed of an inverted triangle resembling a longsword and vertical lines, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, containing the power of the god of will, sacrifice, and battle.

"Tiwaz--Integration!"

With a low shout, the rune suddenly merged into the lightning spear, making its originally violent lightning instantly solidify into a tangible form. The surface was engraved with rings of floating ancient runes, resembling a weapon of divine judgment.

"The Spear of Judgment!"

Skylar suddenly hurled his spear, and lightning tore through the sky, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle, as if the wrath of the Thunder God had descended upon the mortal world!

"Boom--!!!"

The lightning spear, carrying destructive electric current and runic vibrations, pierced through the chest of a spirit summoner. Before the spirit could even struggle, it exploded into countless black fragments, which quickly evaporated in the electric storm.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore was not idle either. He successfully seized this precious opportunity—beside him, a spirit silently disintegrated, as if Ashes were scattered by the wind.

"Hiss..."

High in the air, Herpo's expression finally changed. His pupils contracted sharply, and a rare look of fear and unease flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly looked up at his last summoned spirit—

Cho Chang's final blow landed squarely on Jiang Ling, instantly obliterating it.

Anubi successfully dodged the attack and returned to the ground.

On the surface, Skylar and his men have already gained an absolute advantage on the battlefield.

In reality, Cho Chang and Morrie had already withdrawn from their Exorcist forms. Due to severely overdrawing their own power, they were no longer able to cast any spells and could only hide behind Susan's Holy Spirit's Remains for her protection.

"Herpo, you've lost!" Dumbledore voice.

Although he longed to kill these demon lords on this spot, a glance around revealed the horrific scene of countless Auror and Order of the Phoenix members killed or wounded. Even for For the Greater Good, he couldn't bear to see so many people sacrifice themselves here for a single possibility.

Now, if Herpo is willing to back down and give up the Prayer Wheel Portkey, it would already be a remarkable victory.

"Cough cough..." Morgan le Fay had now awakened and stood with Anubi, Barbarossa, and Voldemort once again.

Such a lineup made Dumbledore and Skylar hesitant to make any rash moves.

"You guys are pretty good, I underestimated you..." Herpo gritted his teeth in a low voice, his eyes as gloomy as still water. The Spirit Summoning Technique requires a lot of time to be forged with the power of bloodline, so it can be said that he has lost this means of survival in the near future.

His expression hardened, and he said fiercely, "Since that's how it is, don't blame me."

He bit his tongue, and a stream of foul-smelling black blood spurted from his mouth, glowing eerily and hovering in the air.

He quickly brought his hands together, and the black blood in his palms began to swirl, gradually contracting and condensing into a black sphere exuding an aura of destruction. It flickered, trembled, and spun rapidly, emitting a terrifying buzzing sound.

"Dark Origin Jade, All Things Return to Oblivion!"

Dumbledore's expression changed drastically; he had clearly heard of the Dark Origin Jade and knew what it was.

"Herpo!" Dumbledore roared, "How dare you tamper with such taboos! The power of darkness will destroy you along with them!"

"Scared?" Herpo grinned and said softly, "I think we can talk... If you're willing to hand over the Prayer Wheel, I'll lift the spell and lead them away immediately."

"Impossible!" Skylar said firmly, "Even if the Great Flood falls into your hands, the world will still be destroyed. This is our only chance to stop you."

"No, no," Herpo's forehead was already beaded with sweat, clearly struggling to maintain the dark sphere of light, "I think you have a serious misunderstanding about me—"

"The Great Flood is an ancient forbidden spell. We do not have enough power to fully activate it. Even if we obtain the Great Flood, it will only be to hold it in our hands as a deterrent, so that we can sit down and negotiate with the magical regimes around the world... Only if we ultimately fail to reach an agreement will we possibly activate the Great Flood."

"How about it? My suggestion is pretty good, isn't it?"

As Herpo spoke, his hands trembled slightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he continued to compress the volume of the ball of light. Even as his finger bones cracked, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Skylar's heart tightened suddenly.

"The smaller it is, the more dangerous it is..." This was the intuition given to him by the Eye of the Celestial Being, and it was also a constant warning to him of the dangers before him.

He couldn't stop him!

This was the judgment he received from the Eye of the Celestial Being.

He wanted to refuse Herpo again, but found his throat dry. There were still many people he cared about here, and he couldn't let them all die here.

Just then, an unfamiliar figure suddenly rushed out from a corner of the battlefield, floated over, and stood beside Dumbledore.

He was an unremarkable Auror, his face ordinary, yet his eyes suddenly gleamed with a sharpness that was impossible to look directly at. He chanted a spell softly, and as magic twisted, his skin rippled like water, and his features gradually changed—

"Gellert!" Dumbledore's eyes widened instantly.

The man slowly turned his head and gave Dumbledore a familiar and long-lost smile.

"It's me, Albus."

He spoke softly, his eyes no longer filled with the fervor and obsession of his youth, but with a tranquility born of experience.

"This time, let me fight alongside you." He looked ahead, reaching out his hand to Dumbledore, his eyes seeming to span fifty years. "Albus, use that move."

Dumbledore slightly startled, and a ripple suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He didn't speak, but simply gazed silently at the aging man before him. His usually calm and steady blue eyes were now quietly brimming with tears. He nodded gently, and with trembling hands, reached out and grasped the still warm hand.

Time seemed to have turned back to that sunset in Godric's Hollow, when the sky was painted red by the setting sun. Two boys played chess in the woods, chatted and laughed under the starlight, and dreamed of changing the world in countless dreams.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, but at this moment they felt an inexplicable connection.

Without exchanging a single word, they simultaneously raised their wands, their movements tracing arcs in perfect unison, their actions, angles, and speeds almost identical, flawlessly executed.

"The World-Purifying Sacred Flame— " Dumbledore murmured.

"World-Chaos Demonic Blaze— " Grindelwald replied with a laugh.

Golden Phoenix flames soared into the sky, intertwining with black ring-shaped demonic flames in mid-air, transforming into a two-winged fire ring resembling the sun, which crashed headlong into the dark sphere of light.

It was the ultimate fusion of light and darkness, a forbidden art created by two geniuses during their courtship.

Sacred Flame Demonic Blaze!

Two completely opposite forces exploded, collided, and roared in the air!