The silver-white moonlight slowly descended like a veil, covering the entire battlefield.
The goblins, noticing this scene, looked up in confusion at the orange-red sun still hanging in the southwestern sky, a trace of bewilderment in their crimson eyes.
But just as these creatures halted their actions, their opponents did not stop—
"Click—"
Accompanied by a synchronized mechanical sound, hundreds of wizards simultaneously pressed the buckle at the center of their belts.
The next moment, deep howls echoed through the valley, and those originally armored, orderly wizards began to swell and transform intensely—their bones cracking, muscles tensing, dense gray-black fur piercing through the armor's seams, yet their eyes still maintained a chilling clarity.
The improved Wolf Poison Potion would inject into their bodies the instant they hit the switch.
Simultaneously, the intricately engraved heavy armor began to extend with their transformation, perfectly wrapping their enhanced and more robust bodies, sharp and agile claw blades ejecting from custom gloves, reflecting a cold gleam in the moonlight.
"Charge."
The commander's low roar seemed to resonate with wildness.
"Awooo—"
Thus, this group, embodying both the frenzy of beasts and the tactical prowess of humans, charged into the chaotic battlefield below like a flood breaking through a dam.
Their forms were not clumsy like those stone golems, and with the enhancement of the magic pattern, the werewolves' agility reached its peak—
A single leap covered over ten meters, and upon landing, their claws tore through the misty forms of three goblins, easily dodging the clubs swung by trolls, a single claw effortlessly severing those thick necks. Without mentioning their exquisite cooperation, just a few of them attacking together could tear an armored troll, whose physique rivaled that of the golems, into wisps of mist within a breath.
Their recovery speed was the most frightening aspect; when a werewolf was stealthily stabbed from behind by a resurrected goblin, his immediate reaction was to unhesitatingly grab the weapon with a backward swipe, allowing it to pierce his flank while simultaneously biting the head of the attacker. Under the effects of the magic pattern, the wound quickly healed, and even the armor restored to its original state within three breaths.
Hence, the pressure on the Golem Corps sharply reduced.
The deep blue stone giants firmly held their ground, swinging their giant swords without concern for the surrounding enemies, focusing diligently on the armies around them.
The Werewolf Army acted like a hot knife cutting through butter, tearing open several gaps in the red-black "zombie" tide. Wherever they passed, the mist reformed noticeably slower, with those resurrected goblins and trolls unable to rise before turning back into mist again.
In the high sky, Lanlock witnessed the reversal of the battle below.
In the eye sockets of the bone dragon, the crimson flames flickered violently. No longer confronting William, it abruptly changed direction, steering its massive skeletal form in a fierce wind, diving towards the densest area of werewolves—dark red energy gathered in its mouth, an ominous dragon's breath nearly erupting.
"Roar—"
But the next moment, another more tangible dragon roar interrupted its action.
In Norbert's dim yellow vertical pupils flickered anger from being slighted. The true fire dragon unfurled its mighty wings, its muscular tail whipping so swiftly it almost produced a sonic boom, intercepting the bone dragon's dive path, shooting purple-red dragon flame skyward.
Lanlock offered no response—
Thus, two colossal beings of similar size collided fiercely in the sky.
Claw against claw covered in scales, they locked in a tooth-grinding bout, Norbert opened its mouth, purple-red flames gushing forth once more, engulfing most of the bone dragon's body instantly. Yet Lanlock's bone dragon form was no living entity; the flames charred the bones but elicited no pain response. Instead, it used the momentum to swipe a claw at Norbert's flank.
"Clang—"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of clashing metal, the golden-red shield appeared just in time, blocking the attack before vanishing.
"Roar?"
Finding itself untouched by significant harm, Norbert jubilantly swished its tail, furiously flapping its wings, crashing downwards towards the forest with the bone dragon, amid a thunderous crash, rocks crumbling, the two dragons tangled rolling into the forest, toppling trees, carving out deep trenches in the earth.
Dragon breath versus dark mist breath clashed, almost turning one corner of the battlefield into a realm of raging elemental chaos.
But William remained hovering in the air, bright yellow wings extending from his back, gently flapping the air, stabilizing the man mid-air.
He shifted his gaze from the dragon combat sight to Victor Rookwood not far away.
The man remained silently suspended, seemingly indifferent to his army's disadvantage below, his gray eyes meeting William's gaze, devoid of emotion.
"It's our turn now," William said.
With those words, his magic wand flashed out like lightning—no incantation needed, three Disarming Spells targeted Victor's torso and head, simultaneously, William's left hand poised, channeling an invisible wave of magic power under Victor's feet, disrupting his levitation spell.
Victor had to move.
His actions were concise, drawing a short arc with his wand, a translucent spherical barrier instantly enveloping his entire body, blocking the Disarming Spells at the outer layer, while he stood unmoved by the impact of the wave—no effect, evidently not reliant on charms for levitation.
William's figure flickered, activating Apparition, appearing at Victor's rear side, wand piercing towards his back, "Avada Kedavra."
The deadly green light of the Killing Curse hit accurately.
Victor's body lightly trembled, his black robe tore, leaving a visible gap on his back, but he did not fall, nor make a sound, he merely slowly turned, the Killing Curse seemingly passed through him, with his chest's attire burned with a large hole, exposing pale skin beneath—
The harsh green light slowly floating from his chest, enveloped in black mist.
"You can't kill someone already dead."
Victor calmly spoke, fingers brushing his chest lightly, the wound from the spell rapidly healing, disappearing.
William squinted, intrigue lighting up his eyes.
"Interesting."
He spun the wand, giving it a slight flick, as if plucking unseen strings in the void, "Then let's... try dismembering?"
The next instant, centered on Victor's body, the air within several meters twisted abruptly, unleashing hundreds of invisible sharp waves simultaneously—it was Sectumsempra, but in quantities and density far beyond common understanding, slicing towards the central target from every conceivable angle of north, south, east, west, up, down, leaving no room to evade.
He barely had time to make any defensive moves.