Hogwarts Summoning Guide

"You dare to make a fuss with just a little bit of the Moon God's power!" The Yaksha, suppressed by the Eye of Night, laughed wildly. His eyes, which had been flashing with multicolored divine light due to the power of the Kusanagi Sword, suddenly dimmed and burst out with white moonlight just like Minamoto no Hiromasa. A pressure rose from below, forcing the power of the Eye of Night back.

Even if Bai Lin were blind, he could see that the Yaksha also possessed the power of the Moon God, and it was even more abundant and powerful than that of Minamoto no Hiromasa. He could even use it directly without the need for "divine intervention." It seemed that one could obtain the power of a god by believing in the gods, and this also worked on demons.

But Minamoto no Hiromasa saw a ghost again on the battlefield. He was blasted down from the sky by the same power as the Yaksha and fell to the ground. Although he did not die on the spot, he was no longer able to fight. Moreover, his mind seemed to have suffered an even more severe impact. The power of the Yaksha had almost destroyed his faith in the gods.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu shouted loudly. He did not take the opportunity to retreat. He was joking. If he abandoned Minamoto no Hiromasa and fled for his life, the Minamoto clan's prestige would be completely destroyed, and they would be despised for generations to come. His passion for swordsmanship would also be crushed, and he would never be able to make any progress again.

Ansuna's treasured sword once again gleamed with golden light. Although it was far inferior to the strike that cleaved the city gate, the sword's momentum was still incredibly sharp. The blade's light aimed directly at the Yaksha's face, conveying a sense of unwavering determination and selflessness.

"Great General!" Watanabe no Tsuna had injured his right shoulder and could only grip the black Onikiri with his left hand. His divine power was fading. Seeing Minamoto no Yorimitsu's figure, he desperately wanted to help him, but he was already willing but unable to do so.

"Well done!" Yasha stared intently at Minamoto no Yorimitsu's approach. His Kusanagi sword precisely blocked the golden sword energy. The annihilation ability of the divine sword completely dissolved the golden light. He swung his sword backhand, aiming for Minamoto no Yorimitsu's neck. In his eyes, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was already dead.

Just then, another extremely powerful sword aura attacked from behind him. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Yaksha spun around like a top, kicked away the weakened Minamoto no Yorimitsu with a kick, and blocked the sword aura behind him with a sword.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu had two ribs broken by the kick, but that was only because he was wearing his ancestral armor; otherwise, that kick would have sent him to meet his ancestors. He fell into a pile of corpses, and Watanabe no Tsuna and other surviving generals rushed over to him.

Looking at the battlefield again, it was actually Yaksha who was forced back by a sword. Half of his hair had been cut off, and a bloody mark extended from his forehead to his left shoulder. Although the Kusanagi Sword blocked the sword energy, the aftershock still injured him. Yaksha retreated more than ten steps before looking incredulously at the unfamiliar enemy in front of him—an Eastern warrior wielding a Tang sword.

Bai Lin looked at the Jade Dragon Handle in his hand. The two battles today had left several small nicks on the Jade Dragon Handle, which made him quite distressed. However, it had finally confirmed his guess: the Kusanagi Sword could only annihilate the power of the gods worshipped by the Japanese, but it could not annihilate his disordered elemental energy. This put him at ease. Or rather, at this moment, he was the nemesis of the Yaksha.

"Frosty Arrow Rain!" Bai Lin threw a piece of highly condensed frost energy into the air, which immediately formed a cloud of frost elements. Nearly a hundred frost arrows shot out from it, covering a ten-meter radius around the Yaksha.

Although injured, Yaksha refused to retreat. He yelled and used his longsword to deflect the oncoming ice arrows, but suddenly a pale green thing flew towards him. It was "Death Coil," which Bai Lin hadn't used for a long time. He flicked it with his sword, and the pale green skull exploded like a grenade. Black death energy immediately enveloped his whole body, corroding his skin and drilling into his nasal cavity.

"Damn it!" Yaksha roared. He didn't have time to think about why the Kusanagi Sword couldn't annihilate Bai Lin's attack, but his killing intent surged. He leaped into the air, breaking free from the deathly energy, and roared, "I'll show you the true power of the Moon Goddess!"

Bai Lin felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that Yaksha was about to unleash a powerful attack. He had thought that Yaksha would use the power of the moon god to integrate into his swordsmanship, like Minamoto no Hiromasa, to unleash a powerful move such as the Iaijutsu or the Soaring Dragon's Falling Slash. He wanted to observe these powerful sword techniques up close to improve his own strength, but Yaksha simply raised his divine sword high above his head, and a white light pierced through the clouds, perfectly merging with the moonlight in the sky.

"Oh no, he's summoning a ghost!" the injured Usui Sadamitsu exclaimed.

Bai Lin was taken aback, not knowing what the ghost spirit he was talking about was. In fact, he had many questions. Since arriving at this historical fragment, the "ghosts" he had seen were almost all monsters with physical bodies, not souls like "Ju-on". He almost thought that this was the definition of ghosts in this era.

Under the moonlight, all the dead soldiers and monsters emitted a faint blue light, and soon, their spirits were summoned.

Under the moonlight, all the dead soldiers and monsters emitted a faint blue light, and soon, their spirits were summoned.

This kind of summoning of the dead is not uncommon. Whether it is the soul-summoning banner in Eastern legends or the necromancer in Western legends, there are similar records. But in general, the dead are not very aggressive and rely on numbers to win. Moreover, many dead are like the ghosts of Hogwarts. They retain their memories of their previous lives and are not used as tools by necromancers.

Before Bai Lin could even utter a word of complaint, a strange scene unfolded. No one knew what kind of magic the Yaksha had used, but these souls suddenly began to tear and attack each other like madmen. The bright moonlight seemed to possess immense energy and dominance, causing the souls to devour each other, eventually forming dozens of things that Bai Lin was very familiar with—Dementors!

"WTF!" Bai Lin cursed on the spot. He had always thought that Dementors were created by evil magic in Britain, but he never expected that they were actually the power of the Moon God.

"Eat him!" the Yaksha in the air roared, seemingly confident of victory.

Upon seeing these Dementors, the Genji generals and soldiers were terrified. They screamed and fell to the ground, covering their heads with their hands, looking as if they had given up all resistance.

Bai Lin scratched the back of his head, looked at Yaksha's smug expression, and sighed softly, "Although I really don't want to spoil your fun, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you... Patronus Charm!"

The golden eagle owl soared into the air, its size increasing to be comparable to that of a longhorned dragon. Every feather on its body was as if sculpted from gold, and its golden light, like a blazing sun, illuminated the battlefield and forests within a ten-mile radius.

The Dementors, who were frantically flying and roaring, trying to suck up the souls of all the living people present, were like mice seeing a cat. But these things were fast and hard to kill. With a thought, Bai Lin sent out the Divine Owl, which immediately swooped down, grabbed the nearest Dementor, and ate it like it was sucking up jelly.

"This is impossible!" Seeing the giant owl summoned by Bai Lin, the Yaksha in the air was instantly dumbfounded. At this moment, he probably only had three thoughts in his mind: Who am I? Where am I? Why did they send this weirdo to torture me?