[Comprehensive] Extreme Night

Chapter 25 Harry Potter 9

When he felt that the sacred barrier was weakened, even John III couldn't help showing a horrified expression.

"This...how is this possible!"

As the last defense of the Holy See, it is unknown how many Popes were protected by this barrier when their strength was weakest, thus avoiding the fate of collapse.In their hearts, rather than saying that this is a simple enchantment, it is better to say that this is the embodiment of faith.

The sacred barrier can never be broken.

For hundreds of years, St. Peter's Basilica has maintained its purity and glory, because of this enchantment, those dirty alien races will never be able to set foot here.But precisely because of this firm belief, no one was able to respond correctly when they felt that the sacred barrier was about to perish.

Shock, fear, and shaken faith all made the Holy See miss the best time to make amends.

Salazar drew his wand.

An unprecedented amount of magical power surged to its tip, and the wooden wand had sharp edges.The turbulent air current caused Salazar's robe to fly, blocking everyone's sight, except for one person——

Godric stood where he was, watching Salazar's eyes turn into golden vertical pupils.He unconsciously wanted to take a step forward...

No, not yet.Gritting his teeth, Godric clenched the locket that he had been holding in his hand all this time, his back was wet with sweat from his patience... It's not yet time.

The long sword that appeared in Salazar's hands had never been seen before.It was a sword that radiated red light, and it seemed to be surrounded by countless flames, emitting infinite heat.

John III hurried over with his guards, but he only had time to see a wizard in a black robe raised his sword from a distance——

"Do not!!!"

When the two forces collided, a violent white light burst out, and the ensuing impact spread to the ground like a stream of water.In the chaos, only Salazar didn't move, and his raised sword seemed to be in a stalemate with some force.Suddenly, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth.

"Xi He!" His hand suddenly tightened, and everyone only heard a crisp cracking sound in the air.

The sacred barrier, which was already shaking, was actually split into two by that person's blow!

The whole world seems to have turned into black and white, only the person who keeps moving forward with a sharp sword has become the only bright color!

The earth trembled under this force.A priest fell to the ground and muttered as if he had lost all his strength, "The holy barrier...is actually broken."

John III's face was pale.

That is a sacred barrier, a sacred barrier that can get rid of all alien races!Don't even the gods give them shelter anymore?

Although he hadn't seen him face to face, at this time John III hardly needed to think to know who the young man in front of him was.Salazar Slytherin, the only ruler of the wizarding world.It was this person who made the weak wizards gradually stronger and made the Holy See retreat steadily!

At this time, the Pope no longer had the usual majesty, and he still had strength in his body, but the sudden change made him look old in an instant.The person who was so powerful that he couldn't look directly at him is just an ordinary old man after the flashy aura fades away.

At this time, language is such a powerless thing.

John III straightened his white robe, which symbolized holiness, and then silently took out a long staff.

"Bright staff!" Rowena exclaimed in a low voice.

This staff, which had been lost for an unknown number of years, unexpectedly appeared in the hands of the current pope.

Legend has it that this staff came from the hand of an elf and has the power of resurrection and purification. The first Pope used it to achieve the entire Holy See.This staff itself is legendary.

John III looked solemn, raised the staff above his head, and the hand holding the staff trembled slightly.

Maybe John III regretted his greed countless times during this battle, maybe during the decades when he was Pope, he had already forgotten his original piety, he regarded wizards as heresy, and personally planned countless Qing massacre... But the old man now has no distracting thoughts.

He closed his eyes slightly, mobilizing the strength of his whole body slowly and firmly.John III, who was once lost in greed, has now gained peace of mind when he is driven to a desperate situation.

The sacred barrier was broken, and he was no longer qualified to be the Pope, but at least...he could maintain the glory of the Holy See at the last moment.

This was his original wish when he was a little pastor.I don't know when he started to lose his faith...

John III, who opened his eyes, had a strange majesty, and the white staff shone slightly, "Heretics, get out!"

"My lord's holy land, how can you defile it!"

The morale of the Holy See was boosted.

The white knights were inspired with infinite courage by the holy light.They chanted hymns loudly and showed sharp spears.

Helga had a worried look on her face.But one laughed out loud.

Like Salazar, Godric drew the long sword from his waist.Although he was smiling, there was no smile in his blue eyes, instead there was gloomy coldness.

"Good time! This is the last strength of the Holy See." Turning around, facing countless angry or confused wizards, the young man suddenly raised his voice, "Look up! Look at these people who call us heretics People! Who took the lives of our relatives! Who displaced our children! Who drove us to the brink in the cloak of justice! Their silver spears were stained with our blood! They trampled In the ground, our bones are buried! Now, they show us their weapons and say—"

"The Holy Land cannot be defiled!"

"Have you forgotten our trampled village!"

"Have you forgotten our slaughtered lives!"

"You have forgotten... wizards also have glory and dignity!" Godric asked loudly, and every time he said a word, those angry wizards also roared loudly.

"The Holy Land cannot be defiled... Hahaha, what a Holy Land cannot be defiled!" Godric's eyes were full of storms, "Is our life not as noble as the bricks and tiles here!"

Countless wizards pulled out their wands irresistibly.

"Break them out!"

"Kill them!!"

This so-called holy place will eventually be trampled underfoot by wizards!

Godric clenched his fists and was about to say something to further boost morale.Salazar has just spent a lot of magic power, and it is perfect for him to stand up at this time.Even if it is 1 minute, he must buy time for Salazar to relax.

But at this moment, a powerful magic attracted everyone's attention.Godric found that he didn't need to say anything more, because everyone's emotions had been aroused to the highest level by this magic.

St. Peter's Basilica, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, suddenly let out a mournful cry.The wood and stone collapsed, and the former beauty disappeared in a moment.What better way to arouse the latent viciousness of wizards than a direct attack?

Salazar didn't say a word, but the magic that came from his hand made his attitude clear-

The wizard in black robe had a haughty look on his face.The Holy Land cannot be defiled, but he wants to destroy, destroy, and leave a permanent mark on this place!He wants to engrave this shame deeply into the soul of the Holy See, so that every time they think of it, they will feel pain!

John III let out a sharp hiss as if he had been hit.The guards behind him had bloodshot eyes like crazy.

Salazar walked towards the old man in white robe step by step.Every time he took a step, the ground vibrated as if in response, and the air could even smell magic power.

The war has begun.Godric had to throw himself into the fight, but every time his sword slashed across a human body, there was a urge to turn back.

The fluctuation of magic power in the air became more and more violent, and Salazar was fighting with the most powerful person in the Holy See.He could even feel the hot breath of flames coming from behind him.

The increasingly anxious Godric lost his usual demeanor.At this moment, the way he swung his sword was no different from those red-eyed guards.

Faster, faster!The magic power in the body kept rushing, and the body screamed, sending out pain signals continuously.But the blond youth ignored them all.In order to pursue efficiency, except for the vital parts, he doesn't even dodge the sword.

Soon, Godric's body was stained red with blood.

"Godric, you are crazy!!" Rowena pushed aside the spear that was piercing him, and said in a rare and exasperated way.

The blond young man actually smiled when he heard this.

"Rowena, even if I run out of magic power and life, there is one thing I must succeed in!"

"What..." Rowena paused, because the magical power that Godric erupted at this time seemed to be burning life, which was incredibly powerful.

"Stop!" she couldn't help shouting, "Godric, do you want to become a Squib!" She didn't understand, now that the wizard has the upper hand, and the four of them are together, there is something that requires Godric to bet on himself s future!

"You are... the sole heir of the Gryffindor family."

Godric smiled wryly, "But at the same time, I am still a one-man knight. When I knelt down to serve him, I decided to dedicate my all, my life and soul to him."

"Salazar..." Rowena was startled and puzzled, but it was Godric who interrupted her.

The blond-haired youth looked at the Holy See guards who had been wiped out, with a smile on his face.He lowered his head and said softly, "Rowena, Helga, it's up to you from now on."

The magic fluctuations coming from behind suddenly changed, full of cold and tyrannical aura.

Rowena raised her head abruptly, "That's... Salazar?"