章節 73: Bloodline Strengthening
Joel stood looked up at the giant Hidebehind looming over him. He wanted to run, his body was screaming at him to run but he couldn't. Rachel was behind him and the beast would kill her instantly.
His wand arm laid uselessly at his side, probably broken from the Hidebehind. He gave the Hidebehind a mocking smile and stood firm.
"Maybe I should have learnt muggle brawling after all…" he stared into the beasts red eyes, "do your worst fucker."
The Hidebehind attacked with its sharp claws causing Joel to close his eyes.
But the attack never came, when he opened his eyes, he saw a large black snake in front of him. The snake had sent the Hidebehind flying with its body.
"ANYBODY ATTACKS AZURA AND I WILL BEAT THE PISS OUT OF THEM!"
A booming voice was heard all over the battlefield as Joel came out of his stupor.
The snake, Azura, letting out a hiss and started to attack Hidebehinds, relieving the pressure on the wizards.
"A Horned Serpent… the boy is truly a monster." Jaxon muttered with a smile, holding his bloody shoulder.
Anderson nodded and continued his attack, leading the Aurors to repel the Hidebehinds. Newt looked in Art's direction with a worried expression.
'Be safe Art.'
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Art was carving out a bloody path, slicing through Hidebehinds left and right. Art's expression was cold, he saw the scars of abuse on the Hidebehinds and felt a burning hatred in the pit of his stomach.
"Where are you, you bastard." Art growled, avoiding an attack and cutting off the Hidebehinds head.
Blood squirted onto Art's face who didn't flinch and continued his slaughter.
Soon the Hidebehinds avoided him and focused on the others. Art stood with sword in hand and countless bodies around him.
"Can't kill a student! Pathetic for a man who has avoided MACUSA for so long!" Art yelled into the dark forest.
No one answered and the forest was silent.
Art put his sword away and took out his wand again. Soon a few trees rattled and four large Hidebehinds walked out and a skinny man behind them wearing a black robe with a hood.
"Arrogance… I remember when I was young and full of arrogance." a hoarse voice came from under the hood.
"Then you started to torture innocent beasts." Art said through clenched teeth, his anger rising.
"Innocent beasts?" he let out a hoarse laugh before coughing violently. "No beast is innocent. Their purpose is for us to research to make ourselves stronger. Time for you to die."
He waved his hand and the four Hidebehinds started to move. Art felt extreme danger from them as they surrounded him. Their movements were smooth and precise and filled with strength.
The old wizard also gave him a dangerous feeling as he stood at the back not moving.
The Hidebehinds surrounded him on all sides.
"Little boy, you will know how important my work is after you are killed by my successful experiments." Though he couldn't see the man's face, he saw yellow teeth smiling at him.
Art took out his sword but placed his wand up his wrist, in case the old man attacked.
Suddenly the Hidebehind disappeared. Art's eyes widened as he barely lifted his sword in time to block the attack.
Art let out a painful grunt as he was pushed back. He barely stabilized himself before another one attacked. Art didn't block the attack successfully and a large scratch appeared on his chest.
A vicious, one sided battle continued as Art was barely able to defend, let alone attack. The Hidebehinds were incredibly fast and powerful, outmatching the others.
Art was covered in blood, his breathing was ragged.
"To survive this long… you are indeed special." the old man croaked. "But this needs to end. All of you must die so my location isn't exposed."
"How… how did you know?" Art asked breathless.
"This forest is littered with my research subjects, I have been watching and listening to you since you entered the forest."
"I see…"
Art started to laugh and wiped the blood coming from the corner of his mouth. "I should thank you. I have been in a bottleneck for awhile now. With this, I can finally become stronger."
The old man scowled, "Empty talk, you can barely lift you sword."
Art didn't say anything and held his sword in front of him. His gold eyes glowed slightly in the dark. If you looked closely, you would be able to see a small sheen of gold covering his skin.
Art's wounds started to heal quicker and his body and magic got stronger.
"Through the flames of battle… we are victorious." Art gave the old man a bloody grin. He read his ancestors notes on his bloodline and knew that only when he was pushed to his limits in a life or death battle would his bloodline strengthen and become stronger.
It was the reason for the family motto for being 'per incendia belli vincimus'.
Art placed his wand in his right hand and held the sword with his left. His blood boiled as his strength increased. Feeling his body changing, his wand let out a low dragon's roar, telling him it was ready for battle.
Not waiting for his enemy to attack, Art dashed towards the closest Hidebehind and swung his sword. Using its claws to block, it was about to attack only to find a wand pointed at its head.
BOOM!
A spell shot out and decapitated the beast.
Seeing this, the other three let out an angry roar and attacked Art in unison. Art smiled again, his bloody teeth a chilling sight. Two clones of Art split from his main body and confused them, chasing after them.
Art used this and dashed over to another beast, his body was a blur. He stabbed the beast through their heart and pulled it out. A fountain of blood shot into the air and the beast collapsed.
The old man was furious as he watched his prize experiments collapse and took out his wand.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he yelled, firing the killing curse at Art.
Art yelled out a word in the ancient language for binding and used it on a Hidebehind and then through the Hidebehind in front of him, blocking the curse.
The man didn't flinch and continued to fire spells are Art who dodged and weaved, avoiding the deadly spells. The Hidebehind wasn't as lucky as it was hit from spells on both sides.
"Just us now." Art said with a deadly grin.
He muttered another word, causing a few trees to come to life. Large roots shot out from the ground and shot towards the old wizard.
A fierce look flashed across his face as he waved his wand. Blackish flames spurted from the tip of his wand and surrounded him. The roots caught fire and were quickly burnt to ash.
This is the chance Art was waiting for as he grabbed his sword and through it with all his strength at the old man.
The sword was almost invisible in the dark of night and pierced through the flames.
There was a lull in the battle as Art couldn't see if his sword hit the mark or not. After a few seconds the wall of fire disappeared and the man was looking down at his chest where the sword struck.
He tried to pull it out before falling backwards, dead.
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