Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 32 Anti-Dachao tactics, start!
Seeing Professor McGonagall jump out of the Animagus's kitten form in the form of the Venom symbiote, not only the two Neon wizards in front of them were frightened, but also Zack was equally shocked.
The guy almost put the burning cigarette butt in his mouth.
He knew that there was something wrong with the zombie cat Selina raised, and he also heard the story of Animagus from Mason, but he never thought that he would actually witness this scene with his own eyes one day.
"Hey, isn't she dead?"
Constantine, who handed over the locket, stood behind Mason, poked his shoulder and asked in a low voice.
Mason shrugged.
"I didn't say she was alive.
This matter is very complicated and cannot be explained in a few words, but don't tell Selina, she was so scared just now that she fainted. She still thought I was teasing her when I said Professor McGonagall was a witch.
Shh, now shut up and watch her perform."
Professor McGonagall was not acting, however.
The chill and murderous intent she exuded at this moment could not be faked. Coupled with her withered ghostly face and the strangely moving symbiote on her body, she looked like a demon crawling out of hell.
She staggered like a witch who eats children in the legend, walked up to the two terrified traitor wizards, and said without further ado in a tone that could scare a child to tears:
"In your name, invite the traitors of Durmstrang and Ilvermorny to come here! Tell them that you have found traces of the Philosopher's Stone and the Hogwarts Legacy here."
The two wizards were tortured terribly but they did not go crazy. Faced with this request, they looked at each other and shook their heads wildly.
"You might as well kill me."
The female wizard whispered:
"The news of our team's attack must have spread. They won't believe it. We won't survive if they come. The result will be the same."
"You are already dead!"
Wizards are even more direct.
He looked into Professor McGonagall's scarlet eyes and said:
"I saw you infected with my own eyes, Minerva. We are willing to die at your hands if it can help you, a person who is unwilling to die, to rest in peace."
"Well, how innocent and cute, as a wizard you actually think that death is the end of everything."
Professor McGonagall stroked Slytherin's pendant with her shriveled and slender fingers. As she silently recited the spell to activate the pendant, a chilly wind blew in from the darkness of the closed room, chilling people's bones. Faint calls and crying sounds were heard all around.
Feeling something was wrong, Zha Kang immediately grabbed the trident staff from his bag.
This thing infused with purifying divinity shone brightly as soon as it was taken out, illuminating the area around him and Mason, and also driving away the black-robed creature behind them that looked like a rotten monster and had reached out its hand to them.
"I command! Evil retreat!"
Constantine shouted sternly like the white wizards, then lightly pointed the staff in his hand downwards, turning the surroundings into a purified place, allowing warmth to return to the two men's bodies.
He looked at the masked creatures summoned by Professor McGonagall, which were circling in the air like black gauze around the three people in front of him. Their featureless faces reflected a hideous look like that of a drowned person.
Just by looking at it, Zha Kang felt a headache.
He could feel that the few positive emotions in his heart were quickly dissipating, and were being replaced by all kinds of emo and world-weary emotions.
My whole mind felt as if it was frozen, and why did I suddenly have the urge to cry?
"What the hell is this? The legendary Dementors? I thought they were buried along with the wizarding civilization when Hogwarts came to an end."
He turned away his eyes and said to Mason, who had already covered his eyes with his hat and was still mourning:
"Explain to me how to use the pendant. I feel like I've underestimated it."
"That is indeed a Dementor, a monster that feeds on the positive emotions of living beings, devouring the soul and leaving only the body like a walking corpse, just like what you see in the book.
They are among the most dangerous spirit creatures in that ruined world.
As for the pendant box, you can think of it as a spellcasting core that allows you to cast various seals, but its previous owner sealed a lot of dangerous things in it.
Dementors are just the first level of stuff.
I'm not giving it to you to play with, you might need it when you go to the Watchtower. I mean in extreme cases, if you encounter a Kryptonian, you can use it to find a way to restrain or restrain him.
As we all know, Kryptonians' magic resistance has always been a big problem."
Mason briefly introduced his plan, but was immediately refuted by Zha Kang:
"Your statement is too one-sided. It is true that compared to Superman's iron body, he does not have many means of defense against magic, but the rumor that Superman has low magic resistance is also a conclusion drawn by comparing it with his nearly perfect physical resistance.
Kryptonians are not afraid of big fireballs.
In fact, most magic has little effect on them, just like being covered with a layer of dragon scales. If any wizard can really deal with Superman, then the giants of the Justice League would be too shameless.
As far as I know, there are at least a dozen evil spellcasters who were beaten by Dachao to the point of doubting their lives."
At this point, the dark wizard looked at the locket in Professor McGonagall's hand, his eyes sparkling as he said:
"But this thing is really interesting. I'll have to take it back and study it. If it's really as magical as you say, I can use it to do something that will give the Kryptonians a headache."
"Look, those two wizards are knowledgeable. They know what the appearance of these things means."
Zha Kang looked towards the two stubborn neon wizards.
Just as Mason said, after Professor McGonagall opened Slytherin's locket and released the Dementors, the two traitor wizards who had already made up their minds to die began to struggle frantically like dead fish.
They shouted but could not stop the released Dementors from reaching out their decayed and cold claws towards them. The closest Dementor had already unveiled its hood.
"Here it comes, it's coming! The legendary 'Dementor's Kiss'."
Mason pointed to that place like a tour guide and said to Zha Kang:
“It is said that it will absorb the soul of that guy, but he will not die, but he will no longer have any feelings. His will will collapse, and his spirit and all the secrets will disappear.
But I don’t think they care about having their souls taken away, since they never use them anyway.”
"ah!"
A shrill scream sounded the next moment, and the only hole on the Dementor's face bit the wizard's forehead like a mouth.
After a brief howl like a pig being slaughtered, a soul was devoured completely, and the satisfied Dementor obediently returned to the pendant box in Professor McGonagall's hand.
But there were three other hungry Dementors surrounding the only remaining witch.
They are really hungry after being locked up for thousands of years...
Professor McGonagall touched the witch's cheek with her shriveled fingers. The black sticky symbiote "playfully" extended "tentacles" from her fingertips and licked the witch's face, leaving a blood mark.
"I'm so hungry, Mag."
Venom said in a turbid tone:
"You don't need that soulless body over there anymore, right? Can I have a bite to eat? Actually, I prefer soft and fragrant females, especially when they are scared to the point of collapse.
Fear is like the most delicious dipping sauce that makes their flesh and blood smell delicious.
Just like this now...Ah!"
The symbiote jumped out from Professor McGonagall's palm and turned into a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth in front of the Neon Witch, showing its threatening power.
The problem is that it seems to be a bit too strong, and the female witch who was frightened by it began to roll her eyes...
"You have one last chance to form your own words, traitor!"
Professor McGonagall said quietly.
The poison in her left hand was slowly being recovered, and the pendant that summoned the Dementors was hanging on her finger, while her right hand was empty.
It's like a choice with no happy ending.
The last witch of Team Amaterasu did not expect to survive, but when the moment of death was stretched to a desperate time scale, she pessimistically discovered that she was not as determined as she had imagined.
Of course, this feeling is more or less influenced by the golden apple in Mason's hand that modifies his thinking.
The mental powers of these high-level wizards are extremely strong. Without some "auxiliary means", it would be impossible to draw freely in their minds with just the golden apple in Mason's hand.
The main reason is that these guys have a strange magical protection called brain occlusion, so the Golden Apple's mind rewriting has little effect on them.
Mason felt the subtle effect of the golden apple, so he pushed Zha Kang. The black magician snorted and walked forward, squatting in front of the frightened witch.
"Isn't that just betrayal?"
He stretched out his hand and lit up a ball of fluorescent light in front of her eyes, and said sinisterly:
"You've done it once, so there won't be any psychological pressure to do it again, right? You can only start again with ease after those heavy blood debts have been paid.
That handsome guy over there is the boss, ma’am.
He can promise that when the members of the other two teams step into the death place prepared for them, your sins will be forgiven, and you can live, forget the past, and live with a clear conscience.
We will ensure that.”
“I can’t contact them.”
The Neon Witch was trembling all over. She glanced at her companion whose soul had been devoured by the Dementors and said:
"Only the captain can..."
“Ah!”
The symbiote in Professor McGonagall's hands was promised something.
With a vicious roar, it bit the head of the soulless wizard next to it. With a click, only a headless corpse was left, still spurting blood.
"Now, you are the captain."
The zombie witch said expressionlessly.
The prisoner, covered in blood, trembled. Her originally strong defenses completely collapsed at this moment. The golden apple in Mason's hand shone brightly, instantly changing some of her thoughts.
So Zha Kang helped her untie the rope with a wicked smile, gave her paper and pen, and even gave her a writing template.
A few minutes later, Mason and Zhakang walked out of the dark dungeon.
Professor McGonagall had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Staying awake with the support of the symbiote was very energy-consuming, and she couldn't hold on for too long.
"I'll give it to you."
Mason stuffed the pendant in his hand, which was still emitting a chilling aura, into Zha Kang's hand, patted his shoulder, and said:
"Do your best next time."
"You really gave it to me now? I thought you were just painting a rosy picture to tempt me to work hard."
Zha Kang blinked his eyes and said in a strange tone:
"Why do I feel like you are bribing me? Then I won't be polite."
"Tsk, don't be happy too soon."
Mason snorted, then hooked his finger and said:
"Give me the trident, and you can keep some of the divinity and hand over the rest. Since we are doing a covert job, we still have to do what we have to do in order to develop better in the Stars Association.
However, you have to choose a good time to return the quest items.
Tell me, if I hand in a mission when I'm being chased by Dachao, will Mr. Hunter teleport over to save me?"
“I think you’re overthinking it. Although I don’t really understand what game you and Mr. Hunter are playing, I guess there must be some secrets between you that other people don’t know about.
I'm not going to get involved, I've never been interested in men."
Zha Kang hung the Slytherin locket around his neck, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, popped two, and gave one to Mason.
This time the captain did not refuse.
Two men were hiding in the dark corridor, puffing smoke. The black magician held up the coral trident in his hand and used it as a flashlight, emitting a sacred light.
In the light of pale golden light, he leaned against the wall, pulled up the sleeve of his left arm, and said to Mason:
"Look, this thing's 'purification' is very powerful. My cursed tattoo has been suppressed back to its most primitive state. As long as we can continue to find divine power, I can minimize the influence of that damn devil on us.
Even eliminate...
It's a little unlikely, but I think we should keep hopeful."
"Well, John, I had some conversations with the Demon Knight a while ago, and I think it's time to tell you about these things."
Mason flicked the ash off his cigarette and said to the delighted Zha Kang:
"Have you heard of the 'candle' theory that's been popular in the Nine Hells lately?"
"It's popular recently? Are you stupid?
The stuff you're talking about was outdated five hundred years ago! Nowadays, all the bastards in the world are as cunning as monkeys. Which devil would still use such ancient methods?
They are now busy opening nightclubs in the human world."
Zha Kang complained, but he reacted the next moment.
"Candles? You mean... fuck!"
"Look, you get it."
Mason shrugged and said:
"So the problem is not whether we want to dispel the curse. The core of the problem is that we must defeat the Lord of Destiny, otherwise we will all have to burn ourselves to feed it.
The cunning Jason Blood saw through the problems of the Star Society at a glance, so he would rather stay here as a 'wasteland ranger' than go back with us.
I know it's hard.
But think on the bright side, as long as we kill Lord Fate, everyone's curse will be healed."
"No, there is another way."
Zha Kang blew out a smoke ring with a gloomy face and said:
"We can blow out the candles!
This is why this ancient theory was abandoned because it placed too much emphasis on the connection between the two parties.
The devil will indeed become extremely powerful because of the tens of thousands of burning candles, but as long as we kill enough of them, he will quickly weaken.
And there is one thing the Demon Knight didn't tell you, the dedication mode of this kind of candles becomes closer the deeper you go, and the D-level and C-level personnel are just there to show support.
Their purpose is to maintain the existence of the devil and prevent it from dissipating, but members above level B will give more power to the devil after they become powerful themselves.
They are the core members.
Do you understand what I mean? "
He threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stomped it out, saying:
"We need to find an opportunity, Mason. We need to capture all personnel above level B. This way, Lord Fate will have nothing to do but cry."
"Well, this is a big project..."
Mason narrowed his eyes but did not refuse. Zha Kang chuckled twice, stretched his body, pinched the pendant box on his chest and looked at it. He waved his hand and said:
"I'll go back and study this thing, but you don't really see me as Team K's 'secret weapon' to deal with the Kryptonians, do you? Seriously, Mason, if Superman really appeared in front of me, I would run away immediately.
No kidding! "
"You could certainly try to run away, John."
Mason took out the internal communicator of Osborne Tower and played the "intimate clip" of him and the goddess of the sea when he contacted Zha Kang before. He said to Zha Kang, whose face suddenly changed:
"You said that if Zuckerberg accidentally saw this in the email..."
"Snap"
Constantine snatched Mason's communicator back, threw it on the ground and stomped on it a few times. He yelled at Mason:
"You are so despicable! Batboy has corrupted you! And this is not something minors should watch!"
“I’m an adult.”
Mason shrugged, took out a small USB drive, tossed it up and down, and said to Zha Kang:
"You handed me this as a handle yourself. It would be a shame if I didn't make good use of it. I seem to remember someone telling me that Zuckerberg was his soulmate and he would never give up on her.
Okay, don't be so serious.
Let’s get down to business.
Even without the Big Three, the Watchtower will not be easy to deal with. I will give you the best support, but John, you must be careful when you go there. "
