Rudolphus did not expect Professor Fleevy to be this powerful. He did not expect the champion of the Wizard Duel to have improved so much. Rudolphus realized that even if his companions were prepared, they would still be no match for Professor Fleevy, let alone the fact that his companions had already been turned into minced meat.
He also realized that they had limited time. What if they attracted the attention of other wizards or even Harris? Rudolphus looked at the big wooden barrel that had fallen to the ground. He wanted to use the candle to ignite the Greek Fire. That way, they would have enough time to escape. But now, he could not take the candle back.
"I guess I'll just not use the candle then …" Rudolphus pointed his wand at the wooden barrel. As if he did not care about his own life, Rudolphus shot out fire from the tip of his wand. He wanted to ignite the Greek Fire in the wooden barrel. The fire reflected in his eyes was dangerous and crazy.
The fire started to form into a fire snake in the air and started to grow bigger. It quickly moved toward the wooden barrel, but just as it was about to touch the barrel, it seemed to hit an invisible barrier. The fire was wrapped in ice and shattered into pieces on the ground.
Rudolphus seemed to be angry. He tried to ignite the fire a few more times, but Fleevy dispelled the fire with a special counterspell. After that, he threw himself at the wooden barrel, trying to ignite the Greek Fire. But while he was still in the air, his body stiffened and flew backward. He landed heavily on the ground and was tied up by a rope transformed from his clothes. Spells like petrification did not work on undead creatures, so Fleevy used a more physical method.
"Mr. Lestrange … Please give up … Huh?" Professor Fleevy's body tensed up. He felt as if all the blood in his body was being squeezed. He even felt a little dizzy.
"Hello, Mr. Hybrid Sprite. I've learned a lot from you, little thing." As if something was stuck in his throat, a hoarse, oppressive, and slow voice sounded. It was as if there was something stuck in his throat.
Professor Flick looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in a trance. His facial features were like that of an aggressive ram, but his expression was calm and indifferent. Unlike the other old clothes he was wearing, he was wearing a black cloak that was obviously much brand-new and was still shimmering. He was holding a cobra-shaped walking stick in his hand, and he wore a wide silver ring on his finger. The expression on his abnormally pale, bone-white skin was daunting, and he exuded a strong aura of power.
Fleevy suddenly realized that the old man had been in the room all this time, but he did not notice him until now.
"My apologies, my Lord. We are useless. We did not complete the task you gave us …" Rudolphus knelt on the ground, his voice trembling slightly. "But we still need time … as long as you do it."
"Mr. Lestrange, it doesn't matter. The people in Harris' box that you want to burn are only Harris' clones. Their true bodies are on the floating city, protected by the evil god … So, it doesn't matter if this place is burned or not. You can take action after I'm done here," the old man said calmly. His big yellow eyes on his light-colored skin were fixed on Professor Fleevy. "Speaking of which … I was just sitting at home a while ago … when I received a gift from Mr. Harris … Etiquette requires reciprocity, so I decided to return the gift with Greek fire … However, the reason why I had you take the risk to wander around the audience is because this Mr. Hybrid Sprite is my real target."
"My Lord is wise." Rudolphus, who was kneeling on the ground, had become an undead creature. He should have become numb after losing his endocrine system. However, this transformation was still very short. His habits and memories from when he was alive had not faded. He cursed, "Harris is too cunning."
"Well then, Mr. Hybrid Sprite … I know you have a lot of questions. Let me answer them for you first." The old man's voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
"You are the Grim Reaper!" Professor Fleevy felt cold all over. He clenched the wand in his hand and mustered up his courage to ask, "You actually tried to ignite Greek fire? It seems that Allen was right. You should be defeated! With Allen here, your evil deeds will not succeed. "
Ravenclaw's chest seemed to be on fire. He was anxious. He was now facing a god, and he could not stop it on his own. However, he was a little surprised that Allen's prophecy magic had improved recently. Why did he not find out about such a major incident that targeted Harris?
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Hybrid Sprite. Gods cannot be prophesied by each other … Just like the gift that Mr. Harris and Ms. Ravenclaw gave me in Raccoon City, I was very surprised. My action against you is a god's action. They can see other information about you that has nothing to do with me. But today's incident is different …" The Grim Reaper gently tapped the ground with his cane and even moved his shoulders in a human-like manner. "Now, the Greek fire of my hometown is brought in by me one by one. Mr. Harris and the rest can't see this …" The Grim Reaper paused. His expression was even a little sincere. "In fact, Mr. Harris and the rest have violated the laws of nature … Their evil is beyond your imagination. The gift from Raccoon City is nothing, but the souls of hundreds of thousands of mortals have been absorbed by Ms. Ravenclaw. This is what I have to do …"
"The wise Ravenclaw would never do such a thing! Don't try to bewitch me. I don't believe your nonsense. " Professor Fleevy said in a sharp voice, but his tone was not ambiguous. Unlike Allen, who was almost assigned to Gryffindor, Professor Fleevy did not lack courage.
Under the suppression of the divine power, Fleevy's performance in the Underworld was much better than Allen's performance behind the curtain. Without warning, the tip of the wand in his hand shot out a bolt of blue lightning at Fleevy. Then, he began to turn into a black fog and tried to escape. But when the lightning spell hit Fleevy's cloak, the cloak rippled like water and bounced the spell back quickly. It even hit Fleevy, who was still half-turned into a black fog.
Just like that, Death did not make any move. Fleevy, who had an absolute advantage against Lestrange just now, was electrocuted by his own spell to interrupt his teleportation. Even though the failed phantom teleportation only tore his skin from his left shoulder to his arm, he did not know whether he was lucky or lucky. After the lightning spell hit him, although the energy in it made him twitch all over, it also burned the wound on his arm and formed a protective layer so that he would not lose too much blood.
"Oh, Mr. Mixed-Blood Sprite, I'm sorry. Your student and your successor have taken a few of my things, so I had no choice but to spend some effort to make a new cloak so that I can show it to them later. This is not something that you mortals should touch …" Death was not angered by Professor Fleevy's disrespectful words. Instead, he stared at the twitching man. "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. I'm just telling you a fact."
Although Professor Fleevy had lost control of his body because of his lightning, his mind was still very clear. He would not believe the words of this guy who wanted to burn down the entire duel arena with Greek fire, even if the other party was a god. He had now given up on escaping. He was just a little annoyed that he did not inform Allen with the Omniscient Mark immediately before he lost his ability to move.
"If you understand the essence of life and the fate of death, death is a state without rationality, emotions, and senses. It doesn't exist and is a pure state. Real death, the life that everyone is experiencing, is a shadow that doesn't exist. " The old man handed the crutch in his hand to the other side. "It doesn't matter if your life is positive, pure, and joyful, or it's filled with silence, dullness, pain, and sorrow." Death's tone was a little serious. "Most of the time, I won't interfere with the lives of mortals. After all, all of you will return to the embrace of death sooner or later and walk towards your true destination. All of you are different from Mr. Harris and Ms. Ravenclaw. You don't need my guidance … That's why I'm speeding up the progress of mortals like you. This is not a personal grudge, and I don't think I'm doing anything wrong."
Although Fleevy did not understand why Death kept explaining to him, it did not stop him from trying to regain his mobility. As a smart person, he noticed that Death's mind seemed to be a little abnormal and had a self-destructive tendency. He immediately focused on the information that Ravenclaw was also a true god and why he was not in the 'pure' state to refute Death's words. He wanted to use this opportunity to buy more time.
"Smart little guy. You know I know what you're thinking and I'll answer your questions, although you don't know why." Death sounded as if he was talking about something trivial. "This is something you've never come into contact with, but I'm still willing to explain it to you. The islands that the corpses of the gods in the Astral Realm show the reality of death. This is also my final destination. My current state is just to correct this mistake …" Death took three steps closer to Fleevy and squatted down with his crutch. "Mr. Allen Harris' female companion and Harris are well protected by Ms. Ravenclaw. Her eyes are always watching them closely. My doppelganger has no chance to take their lives … As for why I'm explaining so much to you, it's because you're innocent. Your existence is the most important to Mr. Harris and those mortals who are not protected … Although I don't think he's willing to enter the veil to see my true body for you, and I don't think she's willing to follow him into the veil, but I still have to do something to maintain my work, don't I?"
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