Chapter 92 - Battlefield (2)

Hundreds of cursed spirits, each more grotesque than the last, emerged from the smoke curtains emitting repugnant sounds.

"Die." With a wave of her hand, Bellatrix commanded all the cursed spirits to focus entirely on Neville, thousands of eyes staring fixedly at him.

Neville couldn't see the cursed spirits, but he could feel them perfectly. He couldn't help but curl his lips; Bellatrix was furious, and that made him happy for the first time in many years.

Tightening his grip on his daggers, which had the ability to cut through magical energy and negative magical energy, Neville didn't falter in the face of the horde of cursed spirits he could sense. On the contrary, he advanced toward Bellatrix, surrounded by cursed spirits.

A massive centipede lunged forward, its hundreds of legs pounding against the ground as its open mouth drooled corrosive saliva.

Neville spun his dagger in his hand and landed it on the centipede's carapace. Without hesitation, he plunged the dagger into the carapace and charged forward, tearing through the centipede's entire torso. Blood splattered everywhere.

Before the cursed spirit could regenerate, Neville spun in the air and stomped with his extreme force on the centipede's head, causing it to explode and scatter blood and organs across the ground.

He didn't stop, continuing to advance toward the next cursed spirit, plunging his daggers into cursed spirits while dodging numerous other attacks.

With a cold smile, Bellatrix snapped her fingers, sacrificing one of the cursed spirits, causing it to explode near Neville.

Neville didn't even have a chance to react before he was engulfed by the explosion of the cursed spirit.

When the explosion subsided, Neville's figure was revealed.

Red blood fell onto the earth.

Neville, with a large portion of his body burned, breathed heavily as blood trickled from his forehead and left arm. His blue eyes fixed on the woman with black hair.

"Is it hurting? If it is, I can wait for you to rest a bit, filthy abortion." Sitting on a grotesque worm, Bellatrix crossed her legs and asked with a cold smile. "Think of it as my mercy for Alice's son."

Neville took a deep breath, every word that came out of that woman's filthy mouth made him furious. He found Asterion Black irritating, but he discovered that Bellatrix was even more unbearable. At this moment, he just wanted to shove his daggers into that woman's mouth and rip her tongue out. 

The descendant of the Longbottom House calmed himself and focused on the moment; he needed to be quick, quicker than ever before. Any cursed spirit could explode and kill him on the spot.

Neville tensed all the muscles in his body, hardening them like never before. The blood flow in his body began to accelerate, and his heartbeat increased.

Feeling his body burning from within, Neville opened his mouth and exhaled a hot, scalding breath.

In the next moment, he took a step forward.

The world blurred in Neville's eyes, making it difficult to see anything clearly, even with his extraordinary senses. Nevertheless, his eyes never left Bellatrix.

At that moment, Neville Longbottom's speed reached an incredible ten times the speed of sound.

Perhaps in the entire history of the wizarding world, he was the only one to achieve such abysmal speeds without using a single drop of magical energy.

*Shesh!*

It was like an arrow tearing through everything in its path, cursed spirits or not.

Any cursed spirit was cut in half in the blink of an eye. A large amount of purple and green blood spread across hundreds of meters.

Neville arrived in front of her, his dagger pointed directly at Bellatrix's throat.

"Die!" Neville shouted angrily, ignoring the muscles torn apart by the exorbitant speed he had reached.

Bellatrix didn't even have time to react before her throat was stabbed!

Even with her throat impaled, Bellatrix unconsciously moved her hand and reached for Neville's abdomen.

Bellatrix's world seemed to slow down; her body, mind, and soul seemed clearer than ever before. In that instant, she managed to achieve what many wizards would never accomplish in their lifetimes. She cast a spell without a wand!

"Maxima Bombarda!"

As the wandless and incantationless spell was cast, magical energy tore through reality, making the impossible possible!

A fleeting glow appeared in her palm, and a ball of blue energy tore through Neville's skin, exploding organs and bones.

*Boom!*

Both were thrown backward by the explosion!

A large amount of blood flowed from Bellatrix's throat, but she showed no fear or remorse. On the contrary, she let out a lively, fun-filled laugh. Her clothes were almost all blown off, revealing a large portion of her nudity and severe burns on certain parts of her body.

Neville was in an even worse condition. In addition to the severe burns covering his body, half of his right abdomen was missing, leaving a huge hole where his stomach used to be. A large amount of blood flowed from the mortal wound.

Two loud snaps, similar to car exhausts, sounded on their battlefield. An old man wearing a blue robe and a long white beard pointed directly at the fallen Bellatrix while checking Neville Longbottom's condition.

Beside Bellatrix, a teenager appeared, looking coldly at Dumbledore.

Asterion looked at Bellatrix's deplorable state, the pentagram in his eyes revealing a gleam.

A hologram of Bellatrix's body appeared in his mind, with at least a hundred areas highlighted in red, indicating some kind of injury.

Over a hundred broken bones, severely damaged organs, and a gaping wound in the carotid artery.

Knowing his cousin's injuries, he grabbed a very expensive potion, made by Nicolas Flamel himself. He opened the potion and poured the liquid onto her neck wound, which was the most severe of her injuries.

A large amount of white smoke was emitted as the liquid came into contact with the blood and the wound.

Unconcerned with Dumbledore and the wretched abortion that was dead in his eyes, Asterion took the still conscious Bellatrix in his arms, his touch as gentle as possible, afraid of worsening her injuries.

"Coff~" Bellatrix coughed violently and looked affectionately at Asterion, speaking in a hoarse, trembling voice. "My prince charming came to rescue me."

Asterion rolled his eyes; he didn't expect Bellatrix to still be able to joke in such a serious situation.

"Look at your condition, you almost died," Asterion reproached his cousin as he hugged her slightly tighter.

"You should have seen that filthy abortion," Bellatrix replied, unbothered by being reprimanded, her tone weak and tired.

No longer wanting to speak to this madwoman, Asterion apparated away, leaving Dumbledore to try to save Neville's life.

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Next Chapter: 93 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (1), Chapter 94 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (2), Chapter 95 - The War Intensifies (1), Chapter 96 - The War Intensifies (2), Chapter 97 - The Death of Voldemort (1), Chapter 98 - The Death of Voldemort (2) And end of the first volume.

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