Chapter 359: Absolute Defeat.
Hundreds of weapons surged forward without hesitation.
The air screamed beneath the barrage as blades, spears, halberds, axes and countless other divine weapons descended upon Hagrid from every direction. There was no room to evade. The entire space around him disappeared beneath an endless storm of steel.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each impact detonated with overwhelming force. Blood sprayed across the parish walls as one weapon after another pierced through his body. His shoulders, abdomen, thighs, chest and neck were riddled with blades until he resembled nothing more than a grotesque porcupine fashioned from flesh and steel. Crimson blood pooled beneath his feet while dozens of weapons continued driving him backward into the invisible mirror barrier.
For a brief moment everything became still. Then the bloodied Hagrid slowly raised his head and a cold smile spread across his lips.
Dark red fumes suddenly began leaking from every wound covering his body.
Swoosh!
Without warning, another Hagrid shot in from Damian’s left completely unharmed, his demonic gauntlet blazing with violent dark red flames. The burning claws ripped through the air as he lunged directly toward Damian’s neck.
However, just inches away from his target, Damian’s body burst apart into violet fox flames before vanishing completely.
"Fox Step!" Hagrid recognized the movement instantly.
Without the slightest hesitation, he twisted on one foot and slashed toward the empty space behind him.
Swoosh!
Damian reformed exactly where Hagrid had predicted, his throat only inches away from the burning claws. His expression remained completely calm as the crimson blades swept harmlessly past his neck. The instant the attack missed, he stepped forward and drove a fist toward Hagrid’s ribs.
Yet before the strike could connect, Hagrid’s body also exploded into crimson flames and disappeared.
Swoosh!
He emerged directly behind Damian. His blazing gauntlet shot forward like a crimson comet, aimed squarely at Damian’s exposed spine.
Peng!
A massive black shield flew in from nowhere and intercepted the attack on its own. The impact rang throughout the parish as sparks erupted between claw and shield.
Only then did Hagrid notice dozens of weapons already converging from every direction. Swords descended from above, spears thrust from behind, axes spun toward his waist and lades raced across the floor toward his ankles.
Hmph!
Not a trace of concern appeared on Hagrid’s face. His feet suddenly began moving with a strange rhythm.
Each step seemed impossible to predict, graceful yet incomprehensible, as though he were dancing through an invisible melody only he could hear. His body flowed between the incoming attacks with supernatural precision while his seven tails whipped through the air in dazzling arcs. Every lash struck a different weapon, knocking aside hundreds of attacks before they could ever reach him.
Metal collided endlessly around him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The entire battlefield became a blur of flashing steel and crimson tails.
Watching the elegance of those movements, even Damian found himself genuinely surprised. He had never seen anyone move like this.
Every motion carried absolute confidence, as though Hagrid had memorized the battlefield before it even existed.
Unfortunately for him it no longer mattered.
One pair of Damian’s hands calmly formed the Ox Seal.
Buzz!
Beside Hagrid, reality distorted.
A colossal three headed, six armed divine avatar erupted into existence, its towering frame occupying nearly half the parish. Its immense body radiated overwhelming pressure as six enormous palms descended simultaneously toward Hagrid with the intention of crushing him into nothingness.
The air exploded beneath the force.
Instead of retreating, Hagrid simply stopped moving. His strange footwork ceased completely and he calmly snapped his fingers.
"WILD!!!"
A deafening roar echoed throughout the Mirror World.
Behind Hagrid, an enormous dark red nine tailed demon fox manifested from swirling crimson flames. Its monstrous body towered over the battlefield as all six gigantic palms crashed directly against it.
Boom!
The fox construct bent beneath the impact. The floor shattered and the ceiling cracked. Yet despite the crushing force, the colossal fox held every palm firmly in place. It refused to yield.
Hmph!
Damian’s cold snort echoed across the ruined parish. Another pair of hands formed the Boar Seal.
"WILD!!!"
A second colossal construct emerged behind him.
This one possessed Damian’s own appearance, forged entirely from dark purple energy with nine enormous fox tails swaying behind it. Without hesitation, both massive hands slammed forward from the opposite direction, crushing toward the imprisoned crimson fox.
The two divine constructs collided with enough force to make the Mirror World tremble.
Blegh!
Hagrid suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale as one hand instinctively clutched his chest.
Still Damian wasn’t finished. His final pair of hands calmly completed the Serpent Seal.
Boom!
The ground beneath them exploded and an ocean of sand erupted upward before rapidly gathering together into yet another colossal figure bearing Damian’s appearance. Its enormous arms rose high into the air before swinging inward from both sides.
The gigantic fists crashed directly into the already trapped crimson fox.
The impact unleashed a catastrophic explosion that swallowed nearly the entire parish beneath dust, sand and violent shockwaves. The Mirror World shook so violently that countless new cracks spread across its invisible boundaries.
Throughout all of it Clara remained seated upon the throne exactly where Damian had placed her. Her wide eyes stared toward the battlefield in utter disbelief.
From her perspective, Damian had summoned three colossal divine beings that were relentlessly attacking empty air.
She couldn’t understand what she was looking at. There was no Hagrid inside the explosion or enemy beneath the crushing attacks.
Only Damian unleashing overwhelming power against seemingly nothing. Her confused gaze slowly shifted elsewhere.
Standing halfway up the staircase, completely untouched, Hagrid watched everything with an amused smile upon his face. Not a single scratch marked his body and his clothes remained spotless.
He leisurely continued climbing the steps one after another as though taking an evening stroll.
His crimson eyes settled upon Clara.
"Since I can’t get to him because of his desert authority, I might as well just take you away with me. He is bound to die when he comes to rescue you. There is no reason to rush."
A slow, vicious smile spread across Hagrid’s face.
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