The Death of William

Streaks of rainbow light shot through the sky, hurtling straight toward the earth at top speed.

They were moving so fast that the tails of those meteorites trailed blinding flames, a dazzling spectacle.

This peculiar Astronomy phenomenon was witnessed by countless people at the same time.

Quite a few boys actually saw shooting stars and made wishes with their boyfriends, vowing to grow old together.

At that moment, United Kingdom Prime Minister John Major was sitting at Number Ten Downing Street, picking up a Cuban cigar and sniffing it.

He's in a good mood now.

A few days ago, the wizard came to inform him that the war was over.

From now on, strange phenomena will never happen again in the United Kingdom!

In the past two years, Major has almost been forced to resign due to the "ignorance" of the public.

If the Wizarding Wars don't end soon, he'll definitely be forced to step down this year.

But...

Major lit his cigar and took a deep drag.

That guy named Anthony Blac wants to take over his job? Go to hell!

The door was pushed open, and the secretary rushed in, flustered and panting, saying:

"Mr. Prime Minister, sir..."

"Calm down, Roger." Major frowned and scolded, "How many times have I told you, stay calm in times of great importance!"

Look at me, I'm calm and collected... that's why I was able to become Prime Minister.

By the way, what happened?

"The sky... a meteorite... a meteorite... is hurtling towards London!"

Major's hand trembled, and the cigar almost went up into his nose.

He quickly stood up, walked to the window, and looked up at the sky.

A massive fireball is hurtling towards us.

"!"

When the cigar fell to the ground, Prime Major cursed:

Fuck you!

Generous gift of crabs!

He wanted to say a few more polite and easygoing words, but suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

Roger shouted, "Help! The Prime Minister is having a heart attack!"

Not only London, but several cities were on the verge of being hit by meteorites.

If they all came crashing down, half of Britain would be sunk.

William naturally saw this scene as well. He looked up at the sky and remained silent.

This move was nothing to him; he could easily dodge it by using Apparition.

But he can hide; Muggle can't.

Death used this move simply to deplete Merlin's power within him.

But William still had to stop it.

This is an open conspiracy!

He raised his trident, and six beams of white light flew into the distance.

As the meteorite approached the ground, ripples of varying heights spread out around it, like countless pebbles hitting a calm lake, before disappearing into the air.

In the Atlantic Ocean, a white light appeared, and the meteorites fell into the water.

This wondrous scene, seemingly created by divine intervention, is like the work of a god.

This move is stylish, but it consumes too much energy.

William gave Death no time to continue summoning meteors; he raised his trident and leaped into the air.

The man tilted his head back slightly and gripped a section of the halberd handle with both hands.

William raised his right hand, without any fancy spells or incantations, simply lifting his wand and pointing it forward.

The man dared not take the blow head-on, and suddenly turned to the side to avoid the tip of the cane.

Sure enough, just as he managed to dodge to the side, a white rainbow appeared.

The power of that curse was incredibly fierce, tearing a hundred-meter-long crack in the ground.

At the same time, William raised his right leg, his knee flashing with black flames, and slammed it into Death's stomach.

Death had no choice but to release his trident, lowering one hand to block the swift knee strike.

His expression suddenly changed, as if he had been struck by lightning from behind.

The killing intent was still the same curse from the beginning; after shooting into the ground, it made a sharp turn and circled back.

Death breathed in and out gently, and the terrifying curse, which had almost pierced through his back, vanished without a trace.

William raised his trident and fired a beam of black death light.

After the man was struck by the light, the black rainbow followed him like a shadow, and his body was repeatedly knocked backward.

This powerful attack lasted for a full minute, and the battlefield advanced by several miles.

Finally, William leaped into the air, threw his halberd with one hand, and hurled the weapon with tremendous force.

As the dust settled, the trident pierced through Death's body, its tip embedded in the ground, diagonally planted in the earth.

The man abruptly stopped as his back touched the ground, eerily hovering in the air before slowly standing up.

He floated in mid-air, merely smiling. He threw a punch at the trident, and the fatal wound began to slowly heal.

William frowned, then flicked his finger, causing the trident to dissipate into light and shadow, returning to his hand.

That last attack had drained a lot of his strength.

But Death did not die.

Or rather, it died and was resurrected.

William raised his wand again, surrounded by a vast expanse of churning black clouds.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the electric sparks gradually intertwined to form a ball lightning bolt.

And amidst the lightning, there were continuous, leaping streaks of snow-white lightning, resembling a thunderous domain.

William's wand trembled, and the lightning-infused orb merged into one, circling Death's body again and again.

He raised his left and right hands, simultaneously aiming his trident and wand at the Grim Death within the lightning field.

Countless orbs of light rippled and surged, imbued with thunderous power, before being directly detonated.

Sharp explosions rang out incessantly, and all that could be seen was lightning.

Lightning bolts carrying high voltage break through the air and occasionally extend along the cracked ground towards the mantle.

When the light faded, the Death in the center of the arena was completely carbonized, with occasional white lightning bolts swirling and hissing.

A strong wind blows, crushing bones and scattering ashes, yet the dust remains scattered but not chaotic.

Countless slender red threads floated out, canceling out the white electricity, and the flesh and blood were revived.

Before the man had fully recovered his physical form, he charged at William again.

He seemed determined to rely on his immortality to wear William down.

William had no choice but to swing his trident again, slicing through the man's shield as easily as cutting through tofu.

He suddenly raised his wand, suspending Death in mid-air.

With both hands gripping the trident, William slammed it down, piercing the man's body.

The trident suddenly unleashed immense magical power, completely destroying Death's body, even annihilating its ashes.

But then he reappeared in the distance.

However, Tom's body had completely shattered, like a piece of porcelain on the verge of breaking, cracking open bit by bit, a truly horrifying sight.

Not only her face, but her entire body met such a tragic end.

But it was William who looked grim.

Killing Death three times in a row had greatly depleted his power.

The power left behind by Merlin and the Four Founders is like a lake without a source.

It seems like a lot, but each time it's used, the lake level drops until it finally dries up.

Death, however, keeps rising from the dead, making it impossible to kill him completely.

If we don't fight him... he'll just keep summoning meteors to deliberately deplete that power.

William is now in a dilemma.

Death laughed loudly, completely unconcerned about Tom's decaying body, and instead mocked:

"What is not your power will ultimately not be yours."

Even if they surpass me for a short time, they will eventually be exhausted after being worn down little by little.

But I am immortal, my power is inexhaustible!

I am God!

The man raised his bare skeletal arm, palms together, and twisted it violently, causing the hand to suddenly flip over.

The gravity around William actually changed!

His knees gradually bent, his whole body enveloped in magic, desperately resisting this power.

But soon, William, who had already exhausted himself, showed signs of exhaustion for the first time, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Death's cold smile deepened as he slowly walked into the gravity field.

Completely unaffected, he raised an arm, grabbed William's neck, pulled him down, and slammed him hard into the ground.

Like a comet hitting the earth.

The earth cracked open, revealing a bottomless pit.

Death intertwined its fingers, then grasped a mountain from afar and smashed it down on William.

Blood soaked through their clothes and stained the earth red.

William lay there in the blood, on the verge of death, his vision blurred, staring blankly at the sky.

Death stood before William, now fully transformed into the black-robed skeleton.

The voice was icy cold:

All men must die.

All people need to be served.

you,

Are you ready?

"Offer your soul to Death?"

Death summoned the Spear of Anubis from the air.

He had given this gun to another wizard years ago, who killed Jesus; it was still stained with Jesus ' blood.

William's eyes gradually became unfocused, and he murmured:

"Grindelwald, is this the one you mentioned...?"

Death raised the Spear of Anubis, but then abruptly turned its head away.

If, in the past, it was discovered that Merlin still possessed power in the mortal realm... Death was at most furious, but not overly worried.

So at this moment, it is...

Panic!

Extremely enraged!

Of course, he wasn't that kind of fool; he didn't forget to finish the job, plunging the Spear of Anubis deep into William's chest.

Death turned and left.

William was finished off with the final blow, and he coughed up blood.

On his deathbed, Ruoyou gripped the trident beside him and unleashed the last of Merlin's power.

Stonehenge... Accio!

Thirteen giant rocks descended from the sky, their chaotic magic flowing like a cascading Milky Way, forming an inescapable cage that trapped Death, who wanted to escape.

Death roared, and his skeletal arm slammed into the ground, causing the entire earth to collapse.

But he couldn't leave Stonehenge.

Looking at Death's powerless rage, William wanted to laugh.

But he could no longer speak, much less make any facial expressions.

"This future... is indeed... despairing..."

William slowly closed his eyes.

Is this what death tastes like?

Underworld

A sprightly old man crossed the Bridge of Death, traversed the River Styx Inferno, and entered the Island of Death.

For thousands of years,

The island where Death resides has never been visited by a mortal.

Gellert Grindelwald was the first.