"They must be stopped." Xing Ze said to himself. John turned his head in confusion and looked at him with some confusion.
"They're not opening a dream rift."
"What on earth are you talking about?" John became more and more confused.
Xing Ze said slowly: "We have to ask someone to go to the winery. Jacob is right, we don't have time."
As if to verify his words, the birds taking shelter from the rain in the surrounding trees flew up, and Xing Ze noticed that the stones on the ground were shaking slightly.
He heard someone scream in surprise, and then a nameless fear swept over him, as if someone punched him directly in the stomach, making him want to vomit.
The smell in his nose became thicker and thicker, the stones began to beat, and the earth trembled.
"It seems that we don't need to go there." John murmured, looking in the direction of the winery.
The entire winery exploded suddenly, and the shock wave hit the first protective barrier with debris and dust.
"Reinforce!" Scrimgeour immediately ordered, and the Aurors raised their wands to inject their magic into the shield.
The shock wave became stronger and stronger, and something was coming here. Xing Ze shouted to John: "Go, go quickly!"
The first line of defense was shattered, and before the wizards could react, the second line of defense quickly collapsed.
Dust and debris rushed in with the air waves in an instant. Nothing could be heard or seen. The only thing that could be felt was the overwhelming fear and depression.
A strong wind blew away the dust, and Scrimgeour and the wizards around him waved their wands to break up and set up a barrier.
"Everyone come here!" The Auror Director shouted, but no one responded. Everyone looked at the ominous thing rising from the ground.
What kind of existence is that? Words cannot describe its ugly appearance, and words cannot describe the suffocating and desperate madness. It rises from the abyss, carrying evil screams and crazy low roars.
The wizards closest to it immediately screamed, shouting like they were possessed, and some of the guards brought by the church went to see their god without even having time to pray.
Scrimgeour's face turned pale, and he called in a trembling voice: "Merlin is here."
The monster made a whistle like a train whistle, as if it was celebrating its new life - a butterfly emerging from its cocoon and spreading its proudest wings.
The rain seemed to pause at that moment, and then began to tilt crazily, and the land, trees, and rocks around the ugly thing began to rot, and even the rain turned black.
"Retreat!" Bishop Jacob was still sober, and he gave the order decisively.
The gray-robed monks immediately took action. They injected the blood of saints into those who were trapped in the quagmire of fear to help them recover from the mental pollution.
"It...it's passed!" Someone shouted.
The black flesh-like monster began to move towards it, and the dark red tumors slowly opened, revealing countless eyes, large and small.
"Go, use Apparition, go!" Scrimgeour overcame the initial fear. Although the invisible erosion was still tormenting his spirit, at least he was still awake.
"No, hell, I can't use Apparition."
"We are going to die, we are all going to die here."
"No, no, no, no, I don't want to die yet, no, no, no -"
Wails kept coming and going. The monster not only interfered with people's minds, but also disrupted the magic power. At this moment, it would take extraordinary concentration to use Apparition to escape.
The Director Auror could not blame those desperate people. The blasphemy appeared too suddenly. They were unprepared and were caught off guard.
Scrimgeour asked his deputies to organize a retreat, and he began to concentrate on casting spells. He could not let these people die here like this.
"Bishop, it's too dangerous here. You'd better retreat with them." A monk said to Jacob.
Jacob glanced at the monk coldly and asked, "Where is Bartholomew?"
"We can't confirm where Mr. Nathan is."
"Then I'll wait for him here, and you guys can help him retreat."
"Can……"
Jacob raised his hand to stop the monk, "There is nothing wrong with it. Letting that thing go out will cause irreversible pollution. Before it is fully integrated, I will try to hold it back as much as possible."
Seeing the resolute look on the bishop's face, the monk crossed himself and said in a low voice: "May all the saints who fear God take the long sword given by God the Father and hold it high in order to slay evil spirits."
Up until forever, Amen!”
"May all the saints who fear God take from the hands of God the Father the long sword given by Him..."
"May all the saints who fear God receive him from the hand of God the Father..."
The monks recited prayers one after another, and one of them handed over a long black sword and a bottle of potion.
The bishop solemnly took the sword, drank the potion, made a sign of the cross on his chest, lowered his head and whispered softly: "Holy Mother," and then strode towards the monster.
"Is he finally crazy?" John looked at Bishop Jacob and said, he took out the flask and poured whiskey.
"I'm glad you haven't lost your mind yet." Xing Ze said.
John spat and grinned, "Just a little bit, boy, just a little bit. Shall we go or stay?"
"It depends on how much you want those bastards to pay."
"You mean that thing is a waxy face?"
"Look carefully, J, there are still human hands and feet hanging on it. If you ask me, those are the top brass of the Oil Gang."
"That's great." John smiled even more, "It saves me the trouble of searching one by one. The people are almost gone, it's time to make the party lively."
Scrimgeour started the party, and five spears appeared behind him. He waved his wand vigorously, and the spears shot through the rain at the monsters one after another.
The ugly thing had no intention of avoiding it, and all the spears hit it, but it had little effect. As it approached, everything around it began to decay and wither.
Scrimgeour waved his wand again, and the spears exploded. The powerful impact caused the monster like a ball of meat to slow down.
Perkes Spear Technique didn't work. What was that thing made of? John sighed in his heart while using his wand to gather an inconspicuous fireball.
In the smoke, a thick arm stretched out and struck Scrimgeour hard. Bishop Jacob arrived in time and blocked the blow with his body and sword.
The black rainwater was shaken away, and the bishop was half-kneeling on the ground. His blood vessels appeared on his skin, twisted and dark.
Xingze Andros shot the missile at his arm, and the missile exploded, but it had no effect. The monster let out a roar, and the sound wave came, forcing back all the wizards and monks who wanted to help.
Xing Ze quickly set up a protective shield to protect John and himself inside.
Scrimgeour completed another spell with great difficulty. The ground trembled, and spikes rose from the ground, piercing the fleshy and twisted palm and pushing it up into the air.
The smelly black blood flowed down the stone thorns, and screams were heard from the wound, like thousands of evil ghosts coming from hell.
John finally released the fireball - a compressed flame bomb. His wand turned into ashes and the fireball shot towards the monster's lower body.
As the explosion sounded, pieces of meat and blood splashed everywhere, and the monster fell to the ground.