Asterion, floating above the city, looked down with his red eyes, his gaze fixed on the huge creature entrenched in the bowels of the ancient Desert City.
At that moment, he already knew that this city was very special, because even an all-out attack by a Special Grade Cursed Spirit the entire city was still perfectly intact.
The Special Grade Cursed Spirit that Asterion called the Sand Worm seemed to sense the Wizard above the city, as the Worm began to move, accumulating energy with its body and sending waves of heat towards Asterion above the city.
"Baskerville." Asterion stretched out his hand and a huge curtain of pure darkness formed in front of him, from the huge curtain of darkness, a gigantic dog with hundreds of eyes emerged from the curtain of darkness with its mouth open, showing its gigantic, sharp teeth.
In a single mouthful, Baskerville swallowed the attacks and smiled sadistically as he let out an evil laugh into the air. Knowing the trash that dared to hurt his master, he simply manifested himself in the real world in his true terrifying form.
A huge black dog with red eyes all over its body!
Feeling the consumption of magical energy, Asterion frowned at Baskerville, his intention was to summon Baskerville for a moment and start fighting Sand Verve head-on, but the Demon Dog had different plans.
However, sensing the colossal fury in the Demon Dog, Asterion didn't undo the summoning and flew at the Special Grade Cursed Spirit entrenched in the city, he also wanted to vent the anger he was feeling at being so seriously injured.
In an instant, Asterion, clad in his armor, appeared above the Cursed Spirit while holding a sword that could cut magic at an atomic level, he looked coldly at the monster and struck a blow at the Sand Worm.
A gash almost a hundred meters wide appeared on the worm's long soft body, a huge geyser of blood spewed into the sky, bathing the nearby houses in a cloud of purple blood.
A sharp, painful roar came from the Worm, however, its roar soon stopped, Baskerville had attacked the Special Grade Cursed Spirit without any hesitation. The Demon Dog had bitten into what would have been the monster's neck, digging its teeth into the Worm's soft, sticky flesh.
The Demon Dog began to devour the Worm as it squirmed to escape, not only that, it began to devour even the enemy's Negative Magical Energy as if it were sucking water through a straw.
Taking advantage of the time, Asterion began to attack with his sword, delivering blow after blow, tearing into the body of the Cursed Spirit.
Asterion noticed that the more the Worm moved, the rings of flesh on its body seemed to glow with a crimson sheen, as if it was generating energy at every moment and this energy could be used by the Worm. But there was something strange, it didn't seem to be an innate technique, something that humans and cursed spirits possessed in a similar way, but different.
The worm's heat generation was more like a natural process than a technique of its own. Another point he noticed was that the Cursed Spirit wasn't regenerating as it should be. It was too slow, even a Grade 4 Cursed Spirit could regenerate faster than the Worm.
"Almost as if it were artificially made." Asterion swung his sword and muttered to himself with an increasingly incredulous and shocked look on his face.
What's the concept of creating Special Grade cursed spirits artificially?
If everyone was like the Worm, a civilization could have infinite batteries!
Looking at the city, Asterion wondered which civilization it belonged to. The most famous civilization in deserts was Egypt itself, but although the civilization had its unique magical characteristics, they were nowhere near creating Special Grade cursed spirits artificially.
Asterion put these thoughts aside and focused on the moment, he had to destroy the Special Grade Cursed Spirit before it exploded once again. He was pretty sure that the muggle army hadn't come to check the explosions because the local wizard government was preventing it. He had to hurry or even with a perfect excuse, he could make countless Muggles suspect that there was something supernatural at the scene.
Unfortunately, he wasn't in the United States or he could leave such things to the conspiracists who think everything has to do with little green men in space.
Baskerville knowing Asterion's intentions, his hundred eyes narrowed with sick pleasure as he accelerated his actions, immobilizing the Worm as it devoured everything in its path without showing any sign that it would stop anytime soon.
Picking up his wand, Asterion stuck it into one of the wounds he had made himself and began to operate large amounts of magical energy, it would be a fairly powerful Maxima Bombarda, although not at the level that could destroy a cursed spirit.
But with the energy already accumulated by the Worm, it would be enough to kill the Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"Maxima Bombarda." Asterion muttered to himself as he flicked his wrist submerged in the cursed spirit's flesh and blood.
Before the Explosion, Asterion Apparated away and the moment his feet touched the glass outside the city, he heard a deafening explosion and the ground beneath him shook like an earthquake, it felt like the earth was alive, moving everywhere while the whole world seemed to spin.
[Note: I've never felt an earthquake in my twenty-three years, so I don't know what it's like when one happens, let me know if I'm wrong.]
Looking up, Asterion watched as a second sun was created by him in the middle of the desert, it was gigantic and colossal, an energy ball of pure magical energy and heat rising into the sky like a star.
Asterion prepared himself for the strong winds and intense heat, but to his surprise, it never happened, it seemed that all the remnants of the explosion had completely disappeared, which confused him for a moment, but he didn't care anymore.
"Dumbledore will have a hard time explaining that, but it's not my problem." Asterion muttered to himself as he watched the ball of light gradually dissipate and the atmosphere gradually return to normal.
Suddenly, a crash was heard next to him, Asterion saw that it was Oberon and Ancalagon, with Rose still sitting on his dragon.
"I must say, that was quite a show." Rose, jumped off Ancalagon and landed on the ground next to Asterion, she looked at her fiancé and commented with a hint of envy in her voice, although it didn't last long, it was really cool to watch, it was like watching an action packed movie.
Asterion didn't speak and used his few reserves of magical energy to Apparate into the city again.
Looking at the still living Worm, Asterion showed no reaction and held out his hand, a huge blue dome appeared covering the Worm's entire exploded body, gradually melting it into a crimson ball in Patriarch Black's hands.
Watching the orb in his hand, Asterion couldn't help but narrow his eyes. "It's really artificial." He muttered to himself while still finding the idea of creating a Special Grade Cursed Spirit incredible.
"Something wrong, Asty?" Asterion heard Rose's voice behind him.
Turning to face her, he asked. "What do you make of that?"
Rose looked at the Crimson Orb with curiosity, Asterion hadn't hidden how the Innate Technique worked from him, he had even demonstrated it to her and explained the horrible taste to her, an unnecessary part that she didn't want to remember.
Looking at the Orb, Rose gradually frowned, don't misunderstand, it was a legitimate Special Grade Cursed Spirit, but this one was different. The unique characteristic of a cursed spirit was the chaos that formed their bodies and minds.
But the orb in Asterion's hand seemed too orderly to be a normal cursed spirit.
"It's artificial." Asterion said, making Rose widen her eyes in complete disbelief.
Creating a cursed spirit through an Innate Technique was acceptable, but creating a cursed spirit artificially, and a Special Grade one at that, was too shocking!
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