A blazing beam of magic shot out, carrying intense heat as it hurtled straight at Marcus's face. Marcus dodged to the side, and a pair of bone wings wrapped around him from both sides, protecting him.
But his wing membranes, which he believed were impenetrable even to bullets, were now sizzling and crackling as they were burned by magical flames.
A burnt smell lingered in the air.
Marcus, enraged, retaliated, using the momentum to leap into the air. His wings flapped, and he hovered in mid-air, swooping down to crush his opponent from above.
Dive in, left hand claws grabbing straight at the face, right wing Cleansweep horizontally to block retreat, a pincer attack from above and below, combining offense and defense.
All for the sake of tearing the opponent before me to shreds.
Draco, with his vast experience from countless battles and masterful control of magic, retreated with effortless grace, deftly navigating the Progenitor's rapid attacks. Each dodge perfectly avoided fatal blows. Once he had created distance, Draco unleashed a counter-attack. " Blasting Curse!"
The magic blasted into Marcus's chest!
A deafening explosion!
Even the ancestral body, modified by Half-blood, was blasted several meters away by the magical explosion, crashing heavily onto the throne behind him. The throne, which had just been repaired, was now covered in large spiderweb-like cracks.
Watching Draco effortlessly defeat Marcus, the progenitor of vampires, Trillian couldn't help but remark:
"Just fighting a vampire progenitor, and the scene is already this spectacular. The scene when Young Master fought Voldemort back then must have been incredibly shocking. It's a real pity I didn't see it."
Hermione rolled her eyes at her, annoyed.
"Shocking? That level of magical clash would be fatal for an ordinary wizard. In a real situation like that, anyone who sees it would want to run several kilometers away as fast as they can, let alone a human like you with no magic power."
Trillian asked curiously, "Did Hermione see it?"
"I dare not look closely," Hermione admitted.
"That's still amazing!" Trillian exclaimed.
As the two talked, Marcus snapped out of his dizziness. He tensed his back, rapidly shaking his body to repair the magical burns, and his powerful self-healing ability instantly smoothed out the injuries.
His eyes immediately flashed with a fierce light, and he became serious.
"Magic is indeed strange..."
With that, Marcus gave a low, cold shout and charged forward once more.
This time, he abandoned the fancy moves.
Gathering the primal brute force of his entire body, he unleashed a barrage of attacks: heavy punches, tearing claws, and slashing wing blades, layering them upon each other in a relentless and impenetrable assault.
Under Marcus's furious rampage, the entire hall seemed on the verge of collapse. Stone bricks flew, stones shattered, and the air currents became chaotic, turning the entire hall into a mess.
Hermione quickly raised her wand, creating a shield that protected herself and Trillian. The magical barrier trembled slightly amidst the flying debris, blocking all the incoming fragments.
"Battle is truly terrifying..." Trillian swallowed hard, watching the storm-like battle unfold before her. "An ordinary person would be torn to shreds by the aftershocks if they weren't careful."
Draco calmly replied, "It's an externalization of power, somewhat resembling qi, but far from being usable."
Draco didn't need to move at all.
The shield from before still stood in front of him, and Marcus's ferocious physical attacks were all deflected by the barrier.
Just as Marcus was preparing to charge forward, various spells precisely interrupted his rhythm, which made Marcus lose his composure.
Lacking speed, defense proving ineffective, and all techniques rendered useless—is this the power of magic? A chill ran through Marcus's heart, but he wouldn't surrender so easily.
Marcus prepared to go all out, his wings folding as one, unleashing a destructive force as he slashed straight at Draco!
Draco pointed his wand and uttered the final incantation:
" Petrificus Totalus."
Like Viktor,
The binding magic locked Marcus's entire body!
His rapidly diving body froze in mid-air.
Robes billowing, wings trembling, claws taut.
Everything was frozen in place.
The gale suddenly stopped, and the dust settled.
In the dilapidated and chaotic hall, the oppressive aura completely dissipated.
Draco stood still, the light around him fading.
Trillian and Hermione walked over. Trillian looked Marcus up and down, frozen in mid-air, and clicked her tongue.
"So this is all the Half-blood old bat is made of."
Upon hearing this, Marcus was completely stunned.
The Petrificus Totalus locked his body, preventing him from roaring or swinging his claws, but his emotions were not bound by the spell.
His expression kept changing, and his face looked extremely ugly.
The veins on his neck bulged, his jaw clenched tightly, and his teeth ground together with a dull creaking sound, yet he was powerless against Trillian.
Just then, hurried footsteps approached from outside the hall. Hearing the commotion inside, the vampire guards rushed into the hall with their guns drawn.
Upon seeing the Primordial Marcus suspended in mid-air, his wings stiff, the guards were collectively dumbfounded. However, after seeing Draco and the others, they were less surprised, only thinking to themselves with annoyance:
Why are these scoundrels here again?! Every time they come, they manage to crush the progenitor to death. Doesn't the progenitor have any dignity?
Actually, it was only when you saw our ancestor that we felt ashamed.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the captain of the personal guard was the first to regain his senses.
His eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand with a wave.
Dozens of vampire guards surrounded Draco and his companions in the center of the hall, raising their guns at them.
Trillian raised an eyebrow and questioned:
What are you doing?
The captain of the guards, his face tense, gripped his gun tightly and stared at Draco and the others, saying in a deep voice, "You have repeatedly trespassed into the Vampire Temple, coerced the Progenitor, and caused chaos in the Elder Hall! Today you have also disturbed the funeral and severely injured the Progenitor. We cannot let this go unpunished!"
The tone was extremely resolute.
Trillian found it amusing:
"What the hell?! Are you out of your mind?"
"How much do you get paid a month? You're working so hard."
As she spoke, the magic in mid-air quietly dissipated, Draco removed the petrification spell binding Marcus.
Marcus, who had been suspended in mid-air, regained his mobility. With a gentle flap of his bone wings, he hovered several meters above the ground.
Upon noticing the progenitor's condition, all the vampire guards below were filled with shock and awe. They exchanged glances, each swallowing hard in unison.
He wondered: When did our ancestor grow wings?
Marcus, still fuming in mid-air, had his anger tempered by reason. He couldn't win a fight, so what could he do?
Marcus took a deep breath and commanded:
"All of you, step back."
Even the progenitor himself was helpless against magic, let alone these ordinary guards. Keeping them around would not only be pointless, but would also increase casualties and potentially bring shame upon the vampire clan.
The captain of the personal guard insisted, "Our Ancestor!"
"I'm telling you all to get out!"
Marcus's tone was more somber.
The noise startled the guards, who then put away their weapons and filed out of the hall, leaving it empty and silent once more.