Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 315 Declaring War in the Name of Mortals

Where the hell is this?

After Ron, Zhongli, and Weng Jia stepped into the portal, the people watching the game were full of speculation.

The world shown in the giant projection ahead is a place that is extremely unfamiliar to everyone.

It was a barren land where not a single blade of grass grew, or it should be said that it was a barren world, gray and white filled people's vision.

But as the camera slowly turned, a blue light gradually rose from the gray-white ground.

It was a blue sphere, covered with a layer of tulle half covered by white clouds and mist, which was something familiar yet unfamiliar.

This is the world of wizards. People are surrounded by magical power and cannot extricate themselves. When wizard secrecy almost covers more than 80.00% of the world, an insurmountable gap has been established between wizards and ordinary people. .

Wizards are arrogant. After mastering the power of magic, their sense of superiority has never dissipated. Their long-term disdain for the world of ordinary people has made them lose their more wonderful eyes to see the world.

It can be said that it is self-enclosed, or it can be said that it is narrow-sighted. Most wizards who have never set their sights on higher grounds and claim to be superior have actually become short-sighted in this era of rapid advancement.

Just like the medieval wizards labeled Muggles as 'stupid', Muggles who have begun to spy on the stars can also label most wizards as 'ignorant'.

Wizards from all over the world who watched this game were sighing, but they were just sighing at the magnificence and magnificence of the scenery in the picture, without any understanding of what the picture represented.

"There is the moon, which is 38 thousand meters away from the earth we live in. This is the first venue for the final of the individual competition."

Kai Yang, who was the commentator, spread his voice to everyone's ears.

"90.00% of the wizards don't know that on the earth we live in, in the space of the universe, there is a never-ending magic storm. It is the most poisonous poison for wizards. The magic storm will make all magic items invalid. The wizard in it will die in extreme pain due to the riot of magic power in his body."

"Originally, this is a long distance that cannot be crossed. Ordinary people can rely on rocket vehicles to enter space. There is no magic power in their bodies, so they will not be affected by the magic storm."

"Originally, we were supposed to be trapped on this vast but small planet, but thanks to the development and use of the space gate, we were able to cross this long distance in an instant, extending our tentacles to places that our predecessors had never touched. .”

"It took nine months. With the help of many people, especially astronauts who are not magic users, we successfully established a temporary foothold on the moon. However, due to the limitation of key materials, the magic power we propped up The filter only lasted a short time before it had to be discarded."

"So the Organizing Committee of the Three-Strike Tournament remodeled the venue and invited everyone to witness this miracle accomplished by human beings together."

"Then now, leave the rest to our warriors."

"The final battle of the individual competition of the Triwizard Tournament begins now!"

Everyone held their breath for a while, and cast their eyes on the three people who had already arrived on the field.

"The ash here is quite big."

Ron slapped his hands and drove away the dust splashed when he landed. The lunar soil is extremely fine dust. If he inhales two more breaths, the lungs will probably be useless. They are full of fine dust that is difficult to remove.

But for wizards, it's actually quite simple, magic can 'command' the physical world to make it obey changes.

Just like now.

The land covered by the magic filter is ten kilometers long and wide, and the huge shield covers a large area of ​​land. There are many traces of human activities here, such as deep holes drilled and shallow pits dug.

For wizards, the lunar soil, which has no great research value, is the power source driving the rapid advancement of technology. Now that they have cooperated with ordinary people, it is not surprising that there are traces of normal scientific research.

But now all traces are gone.

Red cracks started from Ron's feet and spread in all directions. The lava engulfed the dusty ground, and a sea of ​​red lava covered the ten-kilometer long and wide field.

"Not everyone is as insensitive to temperature as you are, Ron."

Zhong Li, who was dripping with sweat from the heat, said speechlessly, "I'll be fine."

With a flash of khaki-yellow light, the molten land instantly became flat, and the intense heat brought by the magma also dissipated.

"Then you still let me eat ashes, and you invite me to the next meal."

The few people who were not in a hurry to start fighting chatted. Although they knew that they were being watched by thousands of eyes, there was nothing to be nervous about.

"But the magic power here is really...spicy enough."

After the magic power was fully recovered in the breath, a stinging pain flowed all over Ron's body. Although the magic power filter filtered the magic storm here, it still made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"It is true, but this is the limit of what can be done at present."

Zhong Li also nodded. Although he opened the portal, it was the first time he came up here himself.

"What about you, Onga?" Ron grinned and touched his arm. He hadn't gotten used to the needle-like magic here, and his hairs stood on end.

"No~feel~feel~"

Onga answered honestly and shook his head seriously.

"Now~are~doing~what~what?"

He touched the back of his head in distress. Faced with this situation where he didn't say how to fight at all, Weng Jia wanted to give up thinking. He was not very good at using his brain.

"As far as general rationality is concerned, if you want to defeat me, Ron, join forces with Onga."

Zhong Li spoke calmly and said it as a matter of course.

"Is it?"

Ron held the knight sword at his waist. The wand was not a necessary tool for him now, but holding the broken steel sword was a better choice for him.

"Weng~jia~very~strong, magic~magic, hurt~no~I~"

It seemed that Zhongli's words had successfully stirred Weng Jia's nerves. Little Titan was their good friend, but he also had great confidence in his own strength.

"If that's the case, why don't you try?"

Ron wasn't angry either, he just pulled out the Broken Steel Sword. Platinum light extended from the blade, and the power of the Sword of Oath of Victory was restrained on the blade, and the boiling magic power swept the ground with a strong wind.

"He is ~mine~"

With Onga's roar, the already tall little titan swelled up again, and Onga, who was up to six meters tall in an instant, revealed a body of terrifying muscles that were so strong that people were stunned, and the magic patterns drawn on his body also began Shining, a layer of short, iron-gray hair covered his body, and his fangs grew slightly, making the already ferocious face even more ferocious.

"Ron~you~wait~one~next~"

Unable to refuse, Onga stretched out his hand and grasped the blade of the sword of Ron's oath of victory transformed from the torrent of magic power. As he said, the magic power could not hurt him at all, and it was a platinum sword that could slash demons with blood. It didn't even break the defense, not even a mark.

The second that Onga held the blade, Ron's body was instantly thrown several kilometers away, and Ron, who had crushed the ground with one foot, was thrown out of the battlefield by Onga.

"you guy"

Ron, who hadn't even performed the dragon transformation, could only shake his head helplessly. He, who was instantly reduced to a spectator, could only hold his sword and wait for the two of them to complete the warm-up match.

"I did not underestimate you, Onga."

"Weng~jia~know~ knows, but ~weng~jia~ is very~strong."

The ground under his feet was trampled into crumbs like tofu in an instant, and a deep pit with a diameter of [-] meters exploded in the ground that was more than two meters deep. In general, the heavy body stepped out with astonishing speed and dexterity.

"Yuzhang."

A thin yellow shield unfolded with Zhongli's voice, Zhongli floated into the sky without touching the ground with his toes, as if he could manipulate gravity, he could float in the sky without any tools.

The moment Zhongli's voice fell, Weng Jia's punch wrapped in tyrannical force was also on his body instantly. The broken sonic boom circle was a masterpiece torn by him just now, and the air barrier that restrained the speed was instantly torn apart like a joke. .

The fluttering hair on the front of the fist did not start to fly because of the wind, the magic power gushing from the body formed an enchanted glove, this is not purely a boxing of pure strength!
There was a howling hurricane on the surface of the moon, and the gravel that Weng Jia had just crushed was driven in all directions by the roar of heavy punches before he could say hello to his companions.

Wan Jun's fist hit Zhongli's Yuzhang's shield, cracked lines spread all over it, but it was still firm and unbroken.

Even his body never wavered, Zhongli unfolded the shield of Yuzhang as if he had turned into an immobile mountain, and his line of sight, floating quietly in mid-air, was just at the same level as that of Little Taitan.

"The Ridge."

He crossed his hands, his originally calm gaze was as unripe as an ancient well at the moment, but a majesty overlooking the common people caused a difference between the two who were originally at the same height.

If the king looks down on his subjects, he looks down on his subjects.

"Roar!!!"

The roaring explosion made the little titan's body rise again, the fangs that had just exposed passed over the upper lip at this moment, and the short hair in the front also became thicker, Onga is rapidly changing towards the real appearance of the titan.

But the uplifted ground protruded several square rock pillars surrounding Weng Jia, Zhongli raised the height of the stagnant air, then stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers and pressed downward.

"resonance."

A circle of shimmering light swayed from each rock pillar, and the palpitating magic fluctuations were revealed with the swaying of the shimmering circle.

The roar of the explosion that shook the ground made the entire venue fluctuate like an earthquake, and the solid punishment flowed like water, as if something was brewing a heartbeat under the ground.

However, there was a violent roar at the center of the explosion. The explosion that shook the earth did not affect Wengga at all. The titan, without the slightest scar, leaped tens of meters, and the huge black shadow knocked him away. Body covered.

"Rock Gun."

It was still a calm voice, but this calm voice caused a surge of magic power in all directions. Hundreds of rock-solid spears condensed and formed behind Zhongli, turning into a dense rain of bullets and pouring down in an instant.

Onga shattered and smashed dozens of rock spears that were shooting at him, but he was still unable to leverage in mid-air and was knocked thousands of meters away by the kinetic energy of the rock gun, which could smash the top of the mountain and penetrate into the mountain. The rock gun in the depths of the rock can only leave some small spots on this inhumanly strong body, but compared to the completely ineffective burst of magic power, this physical damage seems to be able to cause certain damage to Onga.

Ron on the side no longer had a relaxed smile on his face, and he sighed bitterly while holding the broken steel sword.

"Recognize the facts."

Ron conjured up a stone chair and leaned back, crossing his legs and looking up at the endless starry sky.

This pure black curtain is not decorated with twinkling stars, unlike the night sky on Earth, the stars hidden by the sun will not twinkle.

"You're just a normal guy."

Ron was talking to himself, and he poked his chest, seeming to deepen the statement.

"If there is no help from the uncle, what can you do?"

"You are just an ordinary person. You should have graduated from Hogwarts in an ordinary way, found a job in an ordinary way, and lived an ordinary life. Maybe some small ideas can make you not lack money and live a rich life."

"But you're just a normal person."

"And they're different."

Ron looked at the violent and chaotic battlefield. Zhongli, who was controlling the creation of Qianqianyan like a god, repelled the Titan who was constantly shaping his bloodline instinct again and again. the mighty.

"They are the true favorites of heaven, the darlings of the world, and the only ones who can truly start a new world and a new era."

"You are not a child of some world, not the protagonist of this world."

"Why are you not confident, kid?"

The uncle really likes the little bastard Ron.

"No, I'm just absolutely sure that there was something wrong with my mentality before. I set myself too high, and it's all your fault, sir."

Ron chuckled, and then felt a sharp pain in his forehead, and he was knocked out of the head by the uncle.

But it wasn't annoying, it just made Ron smile happily.

"Thank you, sir. Without you, I wouldn't be able to get to where I am now. I'll give you one later, kid. There are too many people watching now, so I can't let them take advantage of it."

"Hahaha, you little bastard." The uncle cursed with a smile, thinking that he is in a pretty good mood now.

"You are no worse than others. How can the kid whom I have a crush on be inferior to the sons of these worlds? Your uncle is still the father of this world. You are a generation older than them. Hold your head up, don't lower it, and then hurry up!" Play happily and live comfortably.”

"Your uncle, I'm retired. I don't have any big pursuits. It's great to raise your kid and watch some fun when you have time or not."

"Oh," Ron nodded obediently, no matter what the world is like, it's better for his uncle.

"Then get me the first one, and don't embarrass me."

"Go kid."

Suddenly his body lightened, Ron left the chair and jumped forward a few meters, then landed lightly.

"Then be the first."

He drew out the Broken Steel Sword, and the red gold light in his eyes shone brighter, dyeing the other azure eye into the same red gold.

"How can there be no me on the battlefield?"

The battle ahead was stagnant, and then we saw that brilliant platinum light piercing the sky!

"The Oath - The Sword of Victory!"

A corner of the two-player battlefield was torn apart, and the roar of the dragon's voice and the boiling sea of ​​flames rolled forward together!

'Indeed, I am a mortal. '

'But so what? '

'We're already at the same height. '

'Then declare war on you in the name of mortals. '

The red-gold eyes revealed a domineering arrogance.

"You guys, let's go together."

"Otherwise, we're doomed."

(End of this chapter)