No one dared to challenge Draco's bottom line at this time.
The "absolute defense" that just happened has proven that Draco possesses the power to overwhelm them.
Among the crowd, there was a stubborn fellow who, perhaps out of panic or wishful thinking, sped away without looking back, trying to break through the encirclement.
Draco simply flicked his wand backwards.
An invisible shockwave instantly materialized, carrying immense force as it hurtled straight towards the man's back.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, the fleeing dark wizard didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist and dissipating into the air.
Blood stained the ground, the scene was bloody and cruel.
"Whoever moves dies!" Draco said again.
Hermione's stomach churned, and her face paled.
But she did not voice any criticism.
Because she clearly remembered that when these people appeared, they were shouting "Kill without mercy," and those Avada Kedavra Curse were also meant to take lives.
Upon witnessing this scene, Young Rookwood. and the others broke out in a cold sweat, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
The fear in my heart reached its peak, and the thought of running away was instantly replaced by the will to survive.
Having learned from past mistakes, no one dared to act rashly in the slightest.
Most people who are even slightly intelligent are as if they have been Petrificus Totalus, not daring to even move their eyes.
They keenly sensed a glimmer of hope in Draco's words: he hadn't immediately killed all the characters, but instead issued a warning, which meant there might still be room for maneuver.
If I comply, perhaps... I can still live.
Just as they imagined,
Draco didn't intend to kill everyone.
He slowly put away his wand, and the Fire Domain Barrier gradually disappeared. He glanced at the trembling dark wizards around him.
"To be honest," Draco said, "Without Ancient Magic constitution, even with a wand, you can't activate it."
"Therefore, you are destined to be delusional."
The last words were addressed to Young Rookwood.
But after he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.
No one dared to answer.
Young Rookwood kept his head down, afraid of angering Draco and accidentally getting killed, which would be a huge loss.
"Just now, the one who used the Avada Kedavra Curse," Draco's gaze swept over the person who had just cast the Killing Curse.
"Break your own wand and cut off your own arm. The rest of you who participated in the attack, cut off your thumbs and break your wands."
A cruel choice was laid bare before every dark wizard involved in the attack.
The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stretch out.
The group hesitated, exchanging glances.
"I don't want to repeat myself." Draco's icy voice shattered the last vestiges of hope in the dark wizards' hearts.
After a brief silence,
A crisp snapping sound followed.
The first wand was broken by its own owner.
The dark wizard looked at his hand, now severed in two, and a look of regret flashed in his eyes, but more than that, it was a sense of relief.
He trembled as he drew a sharp knife.
Looking at his right hand holding the wand, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and with a swift motion, brought the knife down!
"Ugh!"
A short, sharp scream followed by a muffled thud.
Half a thumb rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out.
He used a bandage to stop the bleeding, his face instantly turning deathly pale, drenched in cold sweat, but a flicker of relief flashed in his eyes.
A severed finger is much better than a severed arm!
Like toppling dominoes.
In an instant, the sounds of wands snapping and breaking echoed as more than a dozen dark wizards pulled out their knives or used their wands to cast spells and cut off their own fingers.
They were all very fortunate-
Fortunately, I didn't learn that Killing Curse because I lacked the talent, otherwise I would have lost an arm by now.
Next, it was the turn of those dark wizards who had arrogantly cast the Avada Kedavra Curse.
Their faces were even paler than the former, and cold sweat poured down their cheeks, soaking through their black robes.
However, as outlaws walking on the edge of darkness, most of them are not cowards who desert their posts.
A flash of cold light, and arms were severed one after another.
Wailing cries filled the air...
The pain nearly made them faint, but their survival instinct sustained them as they completed this self-mutilating ritual.
Young Rookwood. was the last to be executed. He looked at the scene of blood flowing around him, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
He knew that although severing his arm was painful, there was still hope of recovery if he was taken to the hospital in time and reattached it with magic.
Although the cost is huge, it's still better than dying here.
He swung his machete and severed his left arm. The excruciating pain made his whole body convulse, but he didn't utter a sound. He just stared intently at Draco, awaiting the final verdict.
Hermione, who was standing to the side, witnessed this bloody scene and couldn't help but turn her head away, covering her mouth tightly with both hands.
Professor Babbling also frowned, clearly shocked by this cruel method of "enforcement".
"Now," Draco scanned the group of mutilated dark wizards and posed a task,
"Each of you go capture a few Goblin and send them to the Ministry of Magic to atone for your crimes. Clean up the rest of the Goblin in this Repository! If your names and achievements aren't recorded in the Ministry of Magic's records, then you can expect life imprisonment!"
This is utterly devastating, like killing someone by breaking their spirit.
The word flashed through the minds of both women simultaneously.
To capture the Goblin would be tantamount to uprooting the last remaining forces of Ranrok and completely dismantling this rebel army.
Draco himself hardly needs to lift a finger anymore.
Through the hands of these dark wizards, the "cleaning" of the Repository and the final annihilation of the Goblin rebels were completed.
That's killing two birds with one stone!
Hermione and Professor Babbling exchanged a glance.
They were both amazed by Draco's thunderous methods and felt a chill from his ruthlessness.
This maturity and ruthlessness beyond his years,
This left them unsure how to react.
The dark wizards, having received the order, were overjoyed. One by one, they dragged their wounded bodies, picked up their severed limbs and fingers, and rushed to find the Goblin who had lost Ranrok's control.
Compared to Goblin,
They couldn't be further away from Draco, that scoundrel, as much as possible.
In the blink of an eye, only Ranrok and Young Rookwood., who was barely standing with a broken arm, remained on the field.
"What? You're still hanging around here, trying to beg for my forgiveness?" Draco looked at Young Rookwood with a mocking expression.
" Young Master Malfoy is joking," Young Rookwood quickly shook his head, the movement aggravating his wound and causing him to wince in pain.
But he dared not be negligent, and instead said obsequiously:
"Your methods are far superior to your father's back then. I, Young Rookwood, completely admit defeat today."
"You dare mention me, Laodeng, in such a sarcastic tone?" Draco pointed his wand at Young Rookwood's only remaining arm. "You think your other arm is too much of a hindrance and don't want it anymore?"