Hogwarts Summoning Guide

The black iceberg floating in the pitch-black night sky lost Bai Lin's control and plummeted straight down to the equally pitch-black sea below. But before it hit the water, it exploded amidst dozens of sword beams, and a strange cry like that of a demon came from within. Immediately afterward, Fujiwara Ichiura's figure flashed, already merging with an extremely sharp sword beam, and rushed towards the purple egg-shaped mass in the air like lightning.

Fujiwara Ichiura knew very well that the only one who posed a fatal threat to him here was Bai Lin, while Catherine and Yan Nishuang, one offensive and one defensive, were quite powerful in combat, but were still within the scope of this Earth's power system.

His "Illustrated Compendium of One Hundred Demons" transcends the magical world's system. It can not only subdue powerful shikigami, but also communicate with "gods" and draw higher-level abilities from the supreme cosmic power, such as fusing with the kagune of ogres, fusing with the abilities of the demon sword princess, and so on.

Theoretically, given enough time, he could merge with all the most powerful living beings or spiritual entities on Earth, becoming the king of the world and a god in this world!

Fujiwara Ichiura's demonic sword struck the golden shield of Heaven's Protection with tremendous force, almost causing Catherine and Sifugar to cough up blood. However, they were well-prepared and their will to protect Bai Lin was extremely firm. Their strong will amplified the repulsive force of Heaven's Protection, allowing them to withstand the blow.

Catherine and Sifugard struggled to support each other, with no chance to catch their breath. Fujiwara Ichiura's demon sword was almost unharmed. Even if he blocked this powerful strike, he could still unleash a second, a third, a hundredth strike... and they didn't know how long they could hold out.

"Interesting!" Having failed to strike, Fujiwara Ichiura was jolted back a few meters by the force of the repulsion. His face transformed back into a human one, and he grinned sinisterly, "Women! You are strong. I will merge with you! Kneel down! Thank your master for his rare mercy!"

"Are you out of your mind?!" Hearing Fujiwara Ichiura's arrogant shout, Yan Nishuang had already reformed her Demon-Slaying Sword. She had just secretly taken out a pill from her magic pack. This was a high-grade magic potion developed by the Execution Department. For mages with good talent, it could greatly enhance the user's magic power level. However, the side effects were very serious, and it was impossible to take it unless it was a matter of life and death.

After taking the potion, Yan Nishuang felt as if her blood was boiling. She felt hot, stinging, and her heart was pounding like a hammer, as if it was about to explode. But then, the magic power that had just been mostly used up began to solidify again. A cool sensation in the back of her head was like an injection of ice element, making her clearer and more alert than ever before.

The Demon-Slaying Sword was no longer a faint golden phantom, but had transformed into a silver-black longsword, almost tangible. Several strands of silver-black light extended from her arm and intertwined with the hilt of the Demon-Slaying Sword, making Yan Nishuang feel as if the Demon-Slaying Sword had almost become an extension of her arm. If there was a delay of tens of milliseconds when she manipulated the Demon-Slaying Sword before, now it was a part of her body.

As she spoke, Yan Nishuang leaped forward, her speed even faster than before. Ordinary people's dynamic vision could no longer keep up with her speed. They could only feel her appear dozens of meters away next to Fujiwara Ichiura in the blink of an eye, slashing her sword at his neck. No matter what kind of monster Fujiwara Ichiura was, once his head was cut off, he would definitely die.

Fujiwara Ichiura was clearly no ordinary person. With a single swing of his demon sword, he firmly blocked the Demon-Slaying Sword. Yan Nishuang felt as if she had struck an impenetrable wall with her sword. Using the force of the recoil, she quickly changed position and struck again. She knew very well that even if the effects of the medicine were stronger, she was no match for Fujiwara Ichiura. Fighting him head-on was obviously unwise, so she wanted to use her agile swordsmanship to fight fast and buy time.

Fujiwara Ichiura's speed was not inferior at all. His sword strikes were as fast as lightning, and he exchanged dozens of blows with Yan Nishuang in the blink of an eye. If it were the golden demon-slaying sword he had used before, it would have been shattered more than ten times. At this time, although Yan Nishuang was very tired, she was still able to defend and attack, and did not retreat step by step.

Meanwhile, Catherine watched with growing anxiety. After obtaining Dumbledore's power of order, she felt that her power was sufficient to solve most of the problems on Earth. Even if Gracoia reappeared, she could deliver a crushing blow. However, when faced with Fujiwara Ichiura's pure brute force form, the power of order and soul balance had little effect. For a moment, she couldn't think of any effective moves and could only watch him and Yan Nishuang clash anxiously.

Generally speaking, the potion that Yan Nishuang takes can last for fifteen minutes to half an hour, but that is for ordinary mages. Yan Nishuang's talisman sword technique is already very taxing on her body. Just as Yan Nishuang was full of confidence and preparing to fight Fujiwara Ichiura for eight hundred rounds and hold out until Bai Lin returned, she suddenly heard a huge explosion coming from the direction of the airship.

Even though Yan Nishuang was focused on the battle, she couldn't help but be distracted for a moment. Fujiwara Ichiura's shikigami were just the vanguard to wear down the Execution Department's fighting strength, while the Light Ship's mages were the second wave of attacks, launching a surprise attack on the Execution Department. This explosion clearly meant that the Cloud Ship had been severely damaged. So many Execution Department mages and the Taoist who had already gone into seclusion must have suffered heavy losses.

While she was distracted, Fujiwara Ichiura shouted excitedly, cleaving through the Demon-Slaying Sword's defenses with a single strike. He then swung his blade forward, aiming straight for Yan Nishuang's forehead. He had a clear plan in mind: even if he split Yan Nishuang's head open with this strike, he would still have a few seconds to complete the fusion. At that time, he might be able to wield the sword in one hand and use the Eastern talisman sword technique he had long coveted with the other.

Yan Nishuang was shocked. The moment the Demon-Slaying Sword was deflected, she clearly felt the effects of the potion rapidly fading. A strong sense of fatigue surged up, and she could no longer dodge Fujiwara Ichiura's attack.

Fujiwara Ichiura's slash missed its mark. He turned his head and saw Catherine protecting Yan Nishuang, who had been teleported more than ten meters away. They were also protecting Bai Lin's purple chaos and dared not go far.

Fujiwara Ichiura laughed. He knew that Yan Nishuang and Catherine could not Apparate again in a short time, which meant that they had lost their last chance to save their lives. He turned his blade and rushed over even faster than before. He held his long sword horizontally, as if he were going to do a double kill.

However, his determined strike pierced through a cloud of black mist. This mist appeared abruptly, just like his Thousand Slash, which appeared in mid-air without any preparatory process, enveloping the two ladies. The demonic blade struck the mist, and the feedback from the blade told him that he had missed.

"It's not gentlemanly to bully women." A voice came from the black mist. The black mist appeared abruptly and disappeared just as abruptly, as if it had never existed. The egg formed by the purple smoke quickly took shape and formed Bai Lin's body. His white shirt had turned into a full suit of purple-black armor, the style of which resembled the Mingguang armor of the Tang Dynasty. However, the purple-black light flowing on it exuded a strong sense of chaos.

Bai Lin's eyes also turned purple, exuding an indescribable eeriness and intimidation. Just being stared at by him made Fujiwara Ichiura feel a powerful pressure.