LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 242: Chapter 239 - Occupation of the Principality of Andorra (1)
Inside a mountain in Greece, a Greek Temple was completely buried by the mountain, something that was completely impossible by human standards, but not for Magic, which could literally manipulate reality. The most shocking thing was that the entire Temple looked brand new, without any sign of time or any dust.
Entering the Temple, you would see a large empty hall supported by majestic Doric-style pillars. Inside the hall, a bed stood above the ivory steps and between the sheets, a man in his thirties opened his eyes, revealing deep, dark brown eyes.
"More than two thousand years..." A whisper escaped the man's lips. It was the purest Ancient Greek imaginable, although for some reason, his voice sounded strange and flawed, as if the man hadn't been used to speaking for a long time.
He got up with difficulty from the bed, as if his body was stiff and hard, he touched his long black hair and smiled encouragingly. "Two thousand years. I really didn't expect the Horcrux to survive that long."
It was the real body of Herpo the Dirty. The man who caused fear and terror thousands of years ago, one of the first Dark Lords known to mankind.
"World War III... Asterion Black, Rose Potter, Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald..." Every time he muttered a name, his lips curved into an excited smile. He never thought he would wake up to such an exciting era.
All the preparations for his plan were laid out on the board and he just needed to pick them up one by one, it was almost as if the universe wanted him to complete his plan.
"But I must say, the boy called Asterion Black is incredible!!!" Herpo muttered to himself, still in disbelief as to how his Horcrux came to die. "He created a prototype of an Aspect of Existence, a god in every sense of the word. Even speaking, I can see how insane the boy's mind is."
"But in terms of insanity, Grindelwald is the most insane. If his plan fails, what will happen to the world? Will it explode? Perhaps a hole in the fabric of reality itself?" Herpo continued to mutter as he allowed his body to return to normal as it had always been.
"I should prepare for something like this, I'm too young to die. I'm only two hundred years old." Touching the marble with his bare feet, Herpo put on a black Greek toga and walked down the ivory steps with a smile on his face.
As he walked, he began to analyze the memories of two millennia in his mind. It would take some time for him to have all the experience that his clone had after two thousand years of training and conspiracies.
"If I have my memories, Asterion must too. That feeling of making a loaf of bread with such difficulty and having someone else steal it is certainly annoying." Herpo muttered to himself. The idea of all his knowledge being stolen certainly didn't please him, but after learning of Morgan's existence, he thought the price was acceptable.
Just the thought of facing that freak without preparation sent a shiver through his newly awakened body. If he was taken by surprise like his clone, Herpo had no doubt that his fate would be no different. How do you fight at short notice against something that can manipulate anything?
"Fortunately, there were specific memories that only the main body can know, otherwise I would have woken up with Asterion by my side." Herpo couldn't help but feel proud of his caution, he had survived the First World War with caution, now that same caution had saved him again.
"Lots of things to do and watch, I'm going to lock myself away for a while and get used to modernity and stuff. Now I'm like a child excited to experience the advances in magic over the millennia!" Herpo said to himself with an innocent smile like that of a child.
Even though he had all the memories of the clone, he still wanted to experience it for himself, after all, that was the mystical beauty of magic. Seeing the impossible happen in front of you.
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Principality of Andorra - Andorra la Vieja.
Daphne sat down on the floor and took a quick breath, wherever she looked there was blood on her body. Her previously blonde hair was completely bathed in blood and a few pieces of human flesh. Her face and body were the same.
She stank of blood and other things she didn't want to think about. Even though it lasted just over thirty minutes, the war seemed like an eternity to her. In the future, she knew she would no longer be able to live normally as she had, the war had marked her deeply.
Perhaps she would never recover her innocence again, and if there was any left in her, the war had made a point of erasing it completely. She estimated that any magical fluctuation around her could make her react extremely quickly and deadly, which would make everyday life difficult for her in the future.
Daphne was exhausted, weak and desperately wanted a bath, but seeing Alastor Moody approaching, everyone including herself forced themselves to stand up and at the same time beat their chests together, getting into a continent position again.
The future Lady Black looked at the Vice General, as she and many around her, his clothes covered in blood and some human remains from the enemies he had blown up. She saw for herself how he was using his frightening Innate Technique to cause fear and terror in his enemies.
Alastor Moody was an important piece in breaking the entire line of defense, otherwise they would still be fighting a resistance struggle at this point.
At the same time, Daphne looked at her husband's cousin, Nymphadora Tonks. If anyone had killed the most, it was the purple-haired girl next to her at that moment. Few really managed to withstand more than three blows from the girl.
Daphne swore she saw Nymphadora smile during the battle. Maybe all Blacks were crazy, even if it was a Black of mixed blood.
"Well done, Ms. Greengrass. You surprised me the most, I thought you'd piss your pants the moment you saw blood." Alastor commented, looking at Daphne with the alchemical item that resembled a human eye, although larger than one.
There were no lies in his words, he really thought that Daphne would piss herself when she entered the battlefield, but the girl was one who had killed the most and remained steadfast, despite the terrifying scenario. He knew veterans who couldn't stay calm like the fourteen-year-old girl in front of him.
Although what Alastor said wasn't a joke, many wizards and witches laughed, lightening the heavy atmosphere in the place.
Daphne had a helpless look on her face, but she felt everyone's gaze on her, no longer the original indifference of the beginning, but a respect coming from the bottom of the hearts of everyone present. This brought a feeling of satisfaction she had never known in her life.
It was different from being respected for being the Heiress of the prestigious House Greengrass, this respect that everyone felt was for her, Daphne Greengrass!
Maybe that's how my ancestor felt when he became a Special Grade Wizard. Pride born of the battlefield, not the pride of being a noble." Daphne thought, feeling a myriad of feelings exploding in her chest. She liked what she was feeling.
Feeling exhaustion spread through his body, Alastor wanted to drink a little, but after thinking that he was commanding an army, he put the idea aside and spoke aloud. "I know that many must be getting tired and want to rest, but we won't stop until we purge all wizards of French origin and any others from this city."
"Yes, Sir!" Daphne and all the English Wizards patted their own chests and answered loudly.
With a satisfied look on his face, Alastor looked at the three ministers of magic.
Alejandro Dominguez, Spanish Minister of Magic.
Duarte Vilar - Portuguese Minister of Magic.
And Valentino Ricci - Italian Minister of Magic.
Compared to the soldiers themselves, the three men looked too elegant, with almost no blood on their clothes. Only Duarte Vilar's clothes were stained with blood, as he had obviously gone into battle with the enemy himself, something the other two obviously hadn't done.
Although he despised men like that, Alastor remained silent so as not to affect cooperation between countries, something very important if he wanted to advance into French territory.
Suddenly, either he or Vilar, both Semi-Special Grade Wizards, looked up at the sky and noticed the Negative Magical Energy rapidly disappearing and Asterion Black's Magical aura spreading to the surroundings, as if to say that he had won the fight!
Alastor heaved a sigh of relief and prepared to occupy Andorra la Vieja!
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Next Chapter of the Third Volume: Chapter 240 - Occupation of the Principality of Andorra (2), Chapter 241 - City of Calais (1), Chapter 242 - City of Calais (2), Chapter 243 - City of Calais (3), Chapter 244 - City of Calais (4), Chapter 245 - The Grindelwald Plan (1), Chapter 246 - The Grindelwald Plan (2), Chapter 247 - The Grindelwald Plan (3), Chapter 248 - The Grindelwald Plan (4), Chapter 249 - The Grindelwald Plan (5), Chapter 250 - The Grindelwald Plan (6), Chapter 251 - The Blasphemy (1), Chapter 252 - The Blasphemy (2), Chapter 253 - The Blasphemy (3), Chapter 254 - The Blasphemy (4), Chapter 255 - The Blasphemy (5), Chapter 256 - Change in the Wizarding World (1), Chapter 257 - Change in the Wizarding World (2), Chapter 258 - Change in the Wizarding World (3).