Rodna stepped on the void, and the silver-blue brilliance around him surged like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, making his whole body look like a god.
But there were more and more wounds on his body.
On the left shoulder, right ribs, waist, and where the clothes were torn, blood beads slipped and were picked up by the wind, scattering into very fine flakes.
He is still attacking, pulling out nails, tearing apart space, and creating wonders that are not of this world, but his breathing is no longer as steady as before.
On the head of the vampire, dozens of silver-white eyes slowly rotate, like dozens of mirrors connecting different eras.
Rodna saw from those eyes the scene after the death of all things.
"The future you are pursuing is nothing but empty talk." The vampire's voice sounded from all directions.
One Auror couldn't hold on any longer. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, his eyeballs turning white as if they had been boiled.
Moody's wand was pressed down suddenly, and the light of the defensive formation surged.
"Albus! When are you going to see it!" Moody finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted into the distance.
However, Dumbledore has long since disappeared.
Moody Clenched his teeth and rotated his magic eyes crazily, as if he was fighting against some omnipresent oppression.
It's not that he has never seen big scenes, but the level of the battle in front of him has long been beyond his cognitive scope.
Countless crisscrossing ravines have been torn out of the sea, some of which are bottomless, like leading straight to hell.
Before the torn seawater had time to fall, it was evaporated into a sky full of white steam by the aftermath of both sides.
Rodna suddenly stood still.
He raised his head, and his blue and silver pupils shone extremely brightly at the same time.
He stretched out his right hand, as if picking a star from the sky.
All surrounding sounds disappeared at this moment. The sea, wind, flames, human voices, and even the ubiquitous murmurs of the vampires were suppressed.
An extremely tiny point of light hovered in his palm.
The light spot was quiet and peaceful, but it made everyone hold their breath involuntarily.
Amelia's pupils shrank to pinpoints, she recognized that kind of thing.
I have read in ancient documents that the caster uses his own soul as the foundation to ignite the magic power of his whole body, a kind of "conceptual magic".
"That madman..." she muttered to herself.
Rodna With a flick of his finger, the light spot floated towards the vampire, as light as a feather.
The same emotion appeared in the dozens of silver-white eyes of the vampires.
fear.
However, he saw that black mist exploded all over its body, turning into a shocking black curtain, trying to keep out the light.
But the light spot didn't stop, piercing into the darkness like a nail.
Then, the light spots exploded.
The world is silent.
Lin Ze felt his eyes turned pale, his whole figure was blown into the seabed by the rough waves, and his consciousness was stretched into a thin line.
I don't know how long it took before the white light slowly receded.
There was a huge spherical pit on the pier, and the seawater poured in crazily in the pit, forming water columns soaring into the sky.
Rodna was kneeling by the pit, his long hair disheveled, his entire right arm had disappeared, and the light fragments at the broken shoulder dissipated like fireflies.
The vampire stood in the center of the pit.
Half of its body was missing, most of its silver-white eyes were broken, and the black mist was so thin that it was almost impossible to see clearly.
But it still stood, and even slowly turned its head in the direction of Rodna, its broken eyes grew back, one, two, three...
"I... am... god..."
Its sound is intermittent.
"God... cannot... die..."
"Indeed, but do you remember who nailed you in that coffin?"
The vampire's body froze.
Suddenly a very light sigh sounded on the sea.
Dumbledore didn't know when he was standing by the pit, still wearing the star-and-moon pajamas, holding the Elder Wand in his hand.
"It's time for the farce to end," the old man said.
The silver eyes of the vampires all turned to him.
"Who are you?"
"A person who was entrusted by an old friend to help pin you up again." Dumbledore took a step forward slowly.
He moved his wand forward slightly.
The broken stones, wooden boards, and iron nails on the ground suddenly rose into the air as if they were being rolled back in time, rotating along some extremely complex trajectory, forming a huge magic circle behind Dumbledore.
"The old man finally gave up." Rodna didn't feel uncomfortable at all because he lost an arm.
"I still have to thank you, otherwise I would have to work hard to deal with this thing." Dumbledore smiled.
"Then I'll leave this place to you." After Rodna said that, without looking back, he tore a rift in space and disappeared. Before leaving, he threw the three spikes in his hand at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore Catch the three long nails.
When I took the long nail into my hands, the dark red blood thread wrapped around it curled up as if it had been burned by fire, making a soft "chichi" sound, and a wisp of very faint black smoke came out.
"The old guy's things are still so unflattering." Dumbledore whispered, closing the long nail in the palm of his hand and holding it gently.
When it was opened again, the long nails were already covered in a layer of golden-red light, like three rivets just taken out of the fire.
He looked up at the vampires at the bottom of the pit.
The thing was staring at him with its broken silver eyes, and the black mist around the severed limbs was crawling crazily, trying to condense back into shape, but it was much slower than before.
"What are you?" The vampire's voice was no longer steady, mixed with intermittent noises, like a bell being blown by the wind.
"An old man who is looking forward to retiring as soon as possible." Dumbledore said, holding the wand in front of him.
The magic array behind him was spinning faster and faster. What was originally an array of gravel and sawdust had now turned into a pure light track.
The ground is shaking.
The sea surface no longer surges, but recedes in circles with the pier as the center.
Dumbledore The whole person was enveloped in the light and shadow of that huge magic circle.
A trace of golden-red light slowly overflowed from the wand and climbed up the old man's arm, like an ember blown by the wind.
"Merlin is on top..." someone muttered in a low voice.
The magic circle suddenly stopped.
The world also stopped for half a second.
Then, a golden-red light beam erupted from the center of the array, shooting straight into the night sky and dyeing the entire cloud layer rust-colored.
In the light pillar, countless long spikes condensed in shadow, as if they were forged by a thousand craftsmen at the same time. With some ancient and majestic rhythm, they smashed toward the vampires one after another.
The vampire wanted to resist, but the trauma Rodna had just caused it couldn't move.
I could only watch helplessly as those long nails were driven into its body like a rainstorm.
"God... will never die!"
Its voice sounded from all directions, as if it was roaring to the whole world.
Dumbledore ignored it.
The wand shook slightly, the beam of light fell, and the vampire was nailed to the bottom of the sea.
"No--"
The seawater rolled back, setting off huge waves and submerging the ruins of the pier.
When the waves fell, the vampires were no longer where they were.
A layer of dark red mist floated on the sea, like moonlight stained by blood.
On the dock, Dumbledore stood in place, with the wand still erected in front of him, but his hands were shaking slightly.
His face was paler than before, and his lips were so pale that they were almost invisible.
"Is it over?" someone asked quietly.
"Maybe..."
Dumbledore turned his head to the side and looked at the sea, with an indescribable tiredness in his eyes.