Hogwarts Summoning Guide

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"You're after the Sun Mystic Treasure?!" Bai Lin silently moved his injured right arm. Because it was a Dharma Aspect, his arm would soon recover. However, the problem wasn't that the injury caused a decrease in combat power, but that he had actually lost to Grakua on a purely physical level. Bai Lin had always thought that Grakua only swept the world by relying on his god-like spiritual power. He never expected that Grakua would have these strange abilities.

"Otherwise what? I could have crushed you like an ant when you were weaker, but I became very curious about you, just like I became curious about the appearance of wizards. Foreign things always have a very special side..." Gracua chuckled, his language becoming more and more natural. If you didn't know his origins, you would think he was just like a human just by listening to his voice.

"Wizards are originally human!" While Bai Lin was thinking of a solution, he couldn't help but hear something that made him very curious from Gracuya's words. Gracuya must have realized that he came from another time and space or a parallel universe, but what is the origin of wizards? This was also a topic that Bai Lin had always been curious about.

Grakua did not answer immediately, but instead swept his large orange eyeball over Yan Nishuang, who was fighting with the zombies. As his gaze swept over her, the zombies next to Yan Nishuang suddenly exploded on the spot!

Yes, that's right! It just exploded out of nowhere like a bomb, but the explosive power wasn't great, about the level of a hand grenade. This kind of power could even be blocked by ordinary armor and protective magic, let alone hurt Yan Nishuang, who was surrounded by the blue light of Daoist magic and protected by her primordial spirit.

But Bai Lin quickly saw the actual effect of this move. The flesh and blood from the explosion turned into extremely fine blood mist, like millions of red and black insects or red and black whirlwinds, instantly surrounding Yan Nishuang. In the blink of an eye, the blood mist dissipated, and Yan Nishuang, a huge person, simply disappeared on the spot.

Bai Lin's heart tightened. Catherine on the other side was swept away by the black mist, and Yan Nishuang on this side had also disappeared, which really worried him.

However, he had great confidence in the two beauties. They were probably not instantly killed by Grakua, but rather teleported into some kind of trap. Given the Hastur Church's usual tactics, Grakua was probably trying to break down Yan Nishuang and Catherine's spirits and then merge with their energy. At the same time, he wanted to use this to damage Bai Lin's own psyche.

Bai Lin snorted coldly. He believed that the two beauties would definitely be able to break through Grakua's trap. No matter how much he worried, it would be of no use. Only by defeating the formidable enemy in front of them could he help the two of them.

In an instant, Bai Lin made his move, summoning a ferocious demonic monster made of chaotic energy. At this point, he could not afford to conserve his strength or worry about backlash.

He himself was covered in the black armor of the fel monster, and black flames were burning on the jade-handled dragon as well, his sword energy ready to be unleashed.

With so many eyes, it wasn't difficult for Grakua to see through Bai Lin's intentions, but he still swung his huge black arm at the fel monster with even greater force than when he clashed with Bai Lin earlier, determined to smash the fel monster's head with a single punch.

Fel monsters are not known for their strength. They are not creatures of the real plane. Their power, or rather their brutality, lies in the fact that they are formed from pure chaotic energy. Once bitten by those sinister and terrifying giant mouths, the matter that makes up the target's body will be instantly "activated" by disordered elemental energy. The basic physical and chemical properties of real matter will be directly destroyed. No matter how strong Grakua's arm is, it will instantly collapse into basic particles.

In an instant, the giant arm made contact with the fel monster. The fel monster opened its huge mouth like a hungry wolf, letting the enormous fist, capable of smashing the head of any creature into pieces, strike its throat. Its gleaming fangs also bit into the wrist of the giant arm.

What followed was a contest between the two power systems. Bai Lin was unaware of the underlying principles of Grakua's strange moves. His goal was clear: the instant the demonic monster bit into the giant arm, a powerful sword aura, like a tsunami, was unleashed, sweeping irresistibly toward Grakua's head.

This sword strike was perfectly natural, without any fancy moves or techniques. Yet it was Bai Lin's most powerful creation, the culmination of his life's strength and insights. Just as a fine poem is born of nature and a master craftsman is born by chance, so too is swordsmanship. What kind of peerless swordsmanship is there, like the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual"? Anyone who learns it can instantly reach the maximum level, like playing a game, and become unstoppable. It only involves endless self-comprehension and self-transcendence. At Bai Lin's level, it even tests his imagination.

His sword strike was so fast that even calling it lightning would be an understatement; it transcended the constraints of time, leaving Grakua no room to dodge or teleport. Its unparalleled destructive power was equally impossible for Grakua to defend against.

The sword energy passed through Grakua's face as if it were a piece of paper, smashing a deep groove, one hand wide, five or six meters long, and dozens of meters deep, into the stone wall behind him. It's no exaggeration to say that this kind of sword energy could easily destroy a mountain.

However, the expected decapitation did not occur. Gracua's body shattered into pieces like a mirror with a loud "bang".

"Mirror magic?!" Bai Lin was shocked. He was very familiar with this magic. It was the signature move of his good brother Zobi, who died in the final battle with Voldemort. However, Zobi did not have such a fast casting speed. If he had, he would not have perished in that final battle.

As Bai Lin turned around, he was already surrounded by countless mirrors, as if he had entered a world of mirrors. He didn't know where Grakua had learned this move from, but he knew why he used it against him, because deep down, he had always been resentful about Zhuo Bi's death.

Just as the mirror world was about to completely engulf Bai Lin, Harry's voice suddenly came from the passage above.

"Professor! We're here to help you!"

Not only Harry's voice, but a group of people rushed in on flying broomsticks. The newbies, using their respective skills, rescued many people from the water, but London Bridge was beyond saving; its complete collapse was only a matter of time. They had already given up on saving the bridge and instead rushed into the secret passage to support Bai Lin, not caring what kind of enemy Bai Lin was facing.

"Foolish Gryffindors!" Bai Lin cursed inwardly. The dangers here were far beyond what the newbies could handle, and he didn't want them to court death, but he was powerless to stop them at this moment.

Bai Lin felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness; for Grakua, killing a few newbies was just a matter of a thought.

However, Gracua did not immediately turn the students into pieces, but instead smiled strangely.