Chapter 902
The End
Chapter 902 The End
Before the crunching sound of the communication pea being crushed had completely faded, Corbit first heard the drunkard let out a "Ugh!" and fall flat on his face.
He stiffly raised his head and saw that the densely packed chickens around him had all fainted, with only a few Aurors surrounding him in the center. Their wands blocked all angles, and the glow gathered at the tips of the wands made his face look deathly pale.
"Surrender, Corbit!" the leading Auror shouted sternly.
However, what answered him was the madness and determination that flashed in Corbitt's eyes.
He swung his wand violently and roared, "Boom!"
The crimson light of the incantation, like a fiery serpent, roared and lunged at the crowd.
boom--!
The Aurors reacted with lightning speed, waving their wands:
"Iron armor protection!"
"There are many obstacles!"
"Collapse!"
Several beams of light from the spells narrowly grazed Corbit's body, with one petrification spell striking him squarely in the abdomen.
But before the Auror who cast the spell could even show a look of joy, the spell was deflected and struck down another Auror!
Corbit recalled the anti-curse vest hidden under his robe and couldn't help but show a mixture of heartache and relief.
Under the cover of the smoke and dust, he lunged toward the gap like a wounded beast, simultaneously casting a silent barrier spell that slowed down the two pursuers at the front for a few seconds.
Just then, a cunning cutting spell, like a venomous snake's tongue, suddenly bit into Corbit!
"what!"
He screamed in agony as an invisible blade sliced open his outer thigh, exposing the bone.
Blood gushed out, and the excruciating pain almost made him kneel down, but his survival instinct forced him to stagger to the back of the bar.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The Stunning Curse struck the walls and the liquor cabinet in succession, shattering and exploding the bottles, and the rich aroma of liquor instantly overwhelmed Corbit.
The man roared and swung his wand around violently. Fire snakes spewed out, igniting the surrounding alcohol and turning it into a raging inferno that lunged at the Aurors like pythons!
"Fiery Blaze!" an Auror shrieked. "How dare you use Fiery Blaze in a place like this!"
Before the words were even finished, the door burst open, and several more Aurors rushed in!
Leading the group was Ezra Hughes, followed by Salina Goldstein and Rex Grimm—all combat elites of the Magic Congress!
"—All curses have ended!"
The group waved their wands together, forcefully suppressing the spreading fiery beast.
This spell was once used to stop Grindelwald from unleashing the blue flames that the man had unleashed when he tried to destroy Paris.
While the Aurors may not be as good as the wizards who participated in the battle, Corbit's skill level was far inferior to Grindelwald's at that time.
Ultimately, the power of a spell depends on the skill of the caster.
However, in that instant of obstruction, Corbit had already forcibly Apparated again, and with a "snap," a few strands of his hair fell out.
……
With a "bang," when Corbitt fell to the ground again, he felt like he was about to be torn to pieces.
He suddenly collapsed to the ground and vomited. But after only two vomits, he cast a spell on himself, making his body ignore the churning and convulsing stomach.
“The last time…” Corbitt murmured to himself, “This is the last time…”
A wild, mad glint flashed in his eyes as he lifted his clothes, raised his wand, and pointed it at his left abdomen!
"Shh!"
A faint blue light flashed, accompanied by a muffled groan emanating from deep within his throat, and a piece of bloody flesh fell off, bearing a dark pitchfork mark.
The intense pain almost made Corbit faint. He didn't even look at the piece of flesh, hastily stopped the bleeding, and took advantage of the brief gap before the Aurors arrived to Apparate again!
"Snapped!"
Beneath the enormous banyan tree, three fingers and an ear were left behind.
... "Ahhh..."
A painful scream rang out in the vineyard, startling several birds into flight, flapping their wings and soaring away.
Pain surged relentlessly like a tidal wave, and blood kept gushing from between his fingers. Corbit struggled to get close to the grape trellis, lay down at the base of the plant, and gasped for breath.
He was so exhausted he felt like he was going to faint immediately, but the pain held him back.
Trembling, Corbit pulled out a potion and poured it haphazardly onto his gruesome wound before collapsing to the ground, unable to move.
Looking around, the place was very quiet, with only moonlight filtering through the dense foliage and falling on him.
For now... we're safe.
Corbett recalled the near-death chase and the "Jazz" who hung up on him, and hatred flashed in his eyes:
[If I can survive this... if I can live... I will kill every single one of you!]
A plan for revenge kept surging in Corbitt's mind, but his consciousness was teetering on the edge of a cold abyss, constantly dragging him toward darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, Corbett suddenly jolted awake and became completely conscious.
Several figures appeared silently in front of him.
They were all dressed in matching dark cloaks, their faces obscured by hoods, and in the pale moonlight, they resembled a group of death gods who had come to guide the souls of the dead.
"Cough cough cough..."
Corbett opened his mouth to speak, but inhaled a cold breath and coughed with difficulty.
Despite the excruciating pain in his lungs, which felt like they were about to burst, a relaxed smile appeared on his face.
"You've finally come... Why... didn't you wait until I was dead before you came?"
Corbit complained, his unfocused gaze refocusing and finally settling at the feet of one of the cloaked figures.
Those exquisite high heels remained spotless even when stepping on muddy ground, the diamonds on the shoe surface forming an elegant arc.
Corbett smirked: "Thanks for tipping me off, Lyra... otherwise, I would definitely be... cough!... already in Hughes' hands by now."
"You're welcome. I was quite surprised to see that you actually managed to escape."
The person whose name was called moved slightly, raised their hand and lifted their hood, revealing Layla's face.
She looked down at Corbett lying on the ground and asked expressionlessly, "Before I take you to the hospital, I have to ask you one question—did you say anything inappropriate when Ezra Hughes was chasing you?"
"What did you say?" Corbett gave a wry smile: "If... cough cough... I had said one more word to them... you wouldn't be seeing me now..."
"That's good."
Leila breathed a slight sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry, you'll soon be free of pain!"
Corbett's eyes widened as he watched her raise her wand, extreme fear instantly overwhelming the excruciating pain. He struggled to sit up, trying to raise the wand—
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh came from behind.
Corbitt's body stiffened abruptly. After a moment, he looked down and saw a thin, long thorn made of twisted green plant protruding from his chest.
He didn't feel any pain, but all his strength seemed to have been drained away in an instant.
Corbett looked up, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.
But the last thing he saw was all the cloaked figures, including Lyra, raising their wands in unison, the tips of which emitted a blazing light.
"call--!"
A moment later, the last flame slowly died out, leaving only a charred patch on the ground and wisps of smoke that smelled of burnt flesh.
(End of this chapter)