When the dark beam of Annihilation all things finally dissipated, the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence. Wherever the beam passed, not only the mountains and forests were reduced to nothing, but even the space itself left cracks that were difficult to heal, like eternity on the mirror. The scar. Ian is suspended in mid-air, and the mutilated body is shocking-the left half of his body has completely disappeared, the right half is also covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the broken pieces of the wizard's robe are fluttering in the wind on the charred bones.
The most palpitating thing is the dark energy surging at the wound. They wrap around the remaining tissue like living tentacles, constantly making subtle hissing sounds. This energy is obviously beyond the scope of ordinary Dark Magic. Even time seems to stand still wherever it passes, preventing any form of healing magic from taking effect.
"It's been too long since the last time I was so close to death." Ian stared at his broken body, his voice still astonishingly calm. Just when the dark beam was about to swallow him, he used Spatial Folding that went beyond the ordinary - not a simple transposition, but forcibly distorting the surrounding space dimensions, forming a barrier that was theoretically impossible to penetrate. Even so, this barrier only deflected part of the attack.
His eyes fell on the broken wand in his hand, and a rare trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. This maple wand was received from Ollivander when he was eleven years old, and has witnessed his entire journey from an ignorant boy to a consul. Cheng. Although he was able to make more powerful wands later, he always retained this original companion. At this moment, the wand broke from it, and the core Dragon Heartstring trembled slightly like a dying snake, and finally fell silent.
A delicate reverse Summoning Charm turned the broken wand into a silver stream of light and disappeared into the sky. Ian immediately turned all his attention to the analysis of the injury. He keenly sensed that the corrosive energy that prevented cell regeneration was spreading to the heart. Without any hesitation, he waved his hand to chop off all the contaminated tissue on the remaining torso. The severe pain made cold sweat break out on his forehead.
"Phoenix Rebirth!" As the mantra was chanted, his whole body erupted into blazing white sacred flames. This was not an ordinary recovery magic, but a unique spell in which Fusion combined Phoenix Bloodline and Dragonkind regeneration factors. In the dazzling firelight, the new body was reshaped at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the clothes were woven from pure fire elements, with defensive runes flowing on the surface.
"Why give me such ample recovery time?" Ian was wary and couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he looked up. He saw Dumbledore floating in the air in the distance, and his condition was obviously not optimistic. The old principal was panting violently, sweat dripping from his forehead, and the hand holding Elder Wand was trembling slightly. What was even more disturbing was that the wings of flames behind him were becoming transparent, as if they might dissipate at any time.
Just as Ian was thinking, Dumbledore raised his arm with difficulty again, and the tip of the wand re-condensed the heart-stopping dark energy. This time, the darkness was no longer in the form of a simple beam of light, but turned into countless fine threads, woven into a giant network covering the sky and the earth.
Ian instantly flapped its wings and took off, dodging quickly among the clouds. He keenly noticed that every time these dark threads passed by, they would leave long-lasting spatial cracks in the air, as if even the structure of time and space was corroded by them.
"We must break the situation." Lin An realized that simple dodge would eventually lead to a desperate situation. He raised his hand to summon hundreds of burning meteorites, and the magic of dragon language gave them an astonishing speed to break through the atmosphere. However, when these boulders containing destructive energy came within ten meters of Dumbledore, they all turned into fly ash silently - not destroyed, but experienced natural decay for hundreds of millions of years.
"Not only Death Authority, but also integrated into Law of Time?" Ian's heart was ringing with alarms. At this moment, his magic power was on the verge of drying up, but the opponent's attacks became more and more fierce. When Elder Wand pointed at him again, a terrifying suction force targeted at the origin of his soul came, making him feel that his consciousness was being forcibly pulled out of his body.
"Albion!" Ian's call contained the special Dragon Language frequency, instantly tearing apart the dimensional barrier. The golden dragon descended through space, and its majestic appearance shocked all the spectators. Sunshine It circulates on its ancient scales, and each dragon scale is engraved with the traces of time. Hermione, who is far away from Hogwarts, quickly flipped through <Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them>, but found that there was no record consistent with this mysterious creature.
"Insignificant human beings, why disturb the eternal sleep?" Dragon Language of Albion echoed between the heaven and the earth, causing the clouds to surge.
"Look at the situation!" Ian pressed his hand on the dragon scales and activated deep soul resonance. This time Fusion he deliberately maintained the humanoid appearance, only the pupils turned into cold dragon-like vertical pupils. The surging Dragonkind The magic power of poured into his dry magic circuit like a flood, and Soul-Anchoring Technique automatically activated, building a strong line of defense in Sea of Consciousness to resist the soul-absorbing effect of Deathly Hallows.
Albion suddenly let out a mental wave of surprise. "The wizards of this plane are really unbelievable. Space Magic, time manipulation, soul engineering... Uncivilized civilization can actually touch so many laws Authority, it's like primitive man created a warp engine."
This sharp complaint was directly ignored by Ian. All his attention was focused on the black ball that had regrouped in the palm of Dumbledore - it was no longer a simple straight-line attack, but some kind of autonomous space-time singularity. When the black ball followed in a way that violated all laws of physics, Ian knew that he could no longer hold anything back.
"In the name of the Magic Archon, order all things to return to order..." The ancient Dragon Language spell condensed into a substantial golden inscription in the air. Each character contains the power to change reality. This is Fusion has a new spell-casting system with the essence of Alchemy enchantment and Dragon Tongue Magic. Every syllable is frantically draining the magic reserves of him and Albion.
At the moment when the black sphere was about to hit the dragon barrier, Ian completed the last syllable. The space around Dumbledore shattered inch by inch like broken glass, and the violent space-time turbulence formed a miniature Black Hole. Death Singularity was exiled to an unknown dimension. The aftermath of the explosion completely wiped half of the remaining islands off the map. Prophecy Crystal around the world lost their images at the same moment, as if the entire world held its breath at this moment.
"What's the result?" Countless people exclaimed at the screen that lost the signal. The result of this Battle of the Century will determine the future direction of Wizarding World.
In the center of the battlefield, Ian, who had exhausted his magic power, fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, and was caught by Albion in time with his dragon wings. He tremblingly took out the special magic potion handed over by House-elf Momo, feeling A trickle began to flow again due to the dry circuit. Life Detection quickly located the remains of the body on the sea - Dumbledore's remaining chest was rising and falling in the weak white flames, as if Phoenix's strength was still making its final struggle.
"It's time to settle." Ian caressed the dragon scales gently, and Albion fluttered its wings and flew towards the bloody sea. Huge waves surged behind them, as if they were playing an elegy for the end of Old Era, and also seemed to be welcoming the arrival of a new era.