svetikya Chapter 212 Fire Python
Chapter 212 Fire Python
Chapter 212 Fire Python
In the underground, in the most secluded and secure room.
The message coming through the walkie-talkie made the director of the State Administration of Foreign Affairs feel that he might have made a misjudgment.
He believed these magic-wielding wizards were in opposition to the mainstream wizarding world, so no one would come to their rescue; even if someone did, they would be someone in the same boat. They were nothing to worry about.
However, the message heard over the walkie-talkie was that a giant fire python, hundreds of meters long, had appeared at the entrance of the camp, and the hail of bullets had only turned into a shower of molten lava and sparks.
Aside from being visually stunning, it did not cause any damage to the giant fire python.
Wizards of this level are worlds apart from the easily captured magic wizards; they are definitely not the same species.
His conclusions, drawn from Hawke and Hawke's henchmen, misjudged both the opponent's background and their strength.
For an intelligence officer, this was a fatal mistake, the kind of mistake that cannot be tolerated even in novice training.
He pressed the walkie-talkie: "Organize a counterattack, do not cease fire, arrange for someone to make a message, I want to talk to the other side."
He then looked at the goldsmiths who were lying on the operating table, tightly bound.
Since Hawke's words weren't suitable for analysis, they needed to find a worthy subject—he said, "Mr. Martin, who do you think will come to your rescue?"
Unable to break free, Martin spat out, "None of your business!"
"It seems Mr. Martin can't tell the truth yet. I want Mr. Martin to recognize one fact: even if someone comes to rescue you, your lives are still in my hands."
The director of the General Administration clapped his hands: "Take good care of Mr. Martin."
Nearby, well-trained agents stepped forward, some picking up delicate scalpels, others fiddling with instruments that looked gleaming with a cold light—a terrifying scene.
"Why bother? When it comes to a force composed of intelligent life, the vast majority of those who compromise are enough to suppress those who act on emotion."
The director of the General Administration looked on indifferently: "With enough benefits, what's the big deal if a few people die?"
He believed that once the wizards outside had vented their frustrations, they would definitely choose to cooperate with him.
Because the wizards are hidden in the world, and because France is a great power in the world.
The former suggests that wizards' power is not as overwhelmingly strong as legend portrays, and they are absolutely incapable of confronting the entire world of ordinary people. The latter, however, is a fact: if he is elected president, France will be an ally of wizards.
Moreover, wizards cannot be a monolithic group. There are those who communicate with the current president, and naturally there are those who are hostile to those who communicate with the current president.
The existence of the magic wizards confirmed his idea.
After all, given the situation in France, few people would bother to pay attention to beggars unless those beggars could bring them votes.
In his view, the magic wizard was just a beggar in the magical world.
Therefore, he was confident of victory.
On the ground, after continuously devouring everything it could, a nine-headed fire python, already over six hundred meters long, rampaged and roared through the camp.
The soldiers, who were carrying out orders and constantly repelling the enemy, were going crazy.
Guns and bullets that get close will be turned into molten iron, swirling around the giant fire serpent and adorning its body with a suit of armor.
The impact and flame pressure generated by the explosions of shells, explosives, and grenades will not cause any harm to the giant fire python. On the contrary, they will increase its fire intensity and make the flames burn more and more fiercely.
It's not that no one has thought of using water guns.
However, after connecting all the usable valve interfaces to the water hose, the surging water rushed towards the giant fire python under the powerful high-pressure water gun.
The high-pressure water gun is extremely effective.
This "outstanding effect" refers to its outstanding harm effect on humans.
The water from the water gun was instantly vaporized upon approaching the giant fire serpent. The scalding steam spread everywhere, and the unprepared soldiers rolled on the ground in agony, their exposed skin visibly swollen and covered in huge blisters.
The soldiers, whose defenses were inadequate, huddled on the ground like roasted shrimp, groaning incessantly.
This is only because the giant fire python did not intend to slaughter indiscriminately; it was merely melting the facilities within the camp. Otherwise, at least half of the three or four thousand people belonging to the entire swimming pool headquarters would already be ashes.
The camp, bathed in the golden light of the flames, should have been a paradise like the Garden of Eden, but now it resembled a living hell.
The camp's loudspeaker relentlessly broadcasted messages of hope for peace talks: "Respected Wizard, the Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau wishes to speak with you."
The giant python remained silent, relentlessly turning the earth's surface into a steelmaking furnace.
Even though some soldiers realized the giant fire serpent didn't intend to kill, the sight of a creature hundreds of meters long, engulfed in flames and capable of vaporizing anyone who got too close, made everyone wish they had more legs and run as fast as they could.
Unfortunately, the fire serpents would not accept surrender, so they could not perform the French military salute and had to slip away.
The number of soldiers on the ground dwindled as they fled and hid in the dense forest.
Everything on the camp's surface was melted into molten iron, and the broadcast suddenly went silent.
But before two seconds of silence could be heard, a buzzing broadcast came from underground.
"Respected wizard, I admire your noble character for not killing me. I think we have a chance to talk."
"Your people are currently visiting us; we hope they can return home safely."
"I brought them here as guests simply because they weren't qualified to work with me, so I wanted them to stay a little longer. There was no other intention."
The director of the General Administration spoke into the walkie-talkie on the ground until his throat was dry, repeating himself tirelessly.
He is very patient.
Their methods were, after all, not exactly gentle, so it was normal for the wizards who came to rescue people to vent their emotions.
He saw the terrifying, powerful python on the monitor: "How beautiful! What immense power! What a wondrous creature!"
All bullets and shells were helpless against this giant python, as if there was nothing in the world that could stop it.
Indeed, this is the case. The nature of Fiendfire dictates that it can burn anything, and the Fiendfire upgraded by Gale can ignite any known substance.
A dense forest, an area shrouded in layers of magic.
Furong whispered, "The person inside seems to be threatening us with Martin and the others' safety."
"I can tell." Ryan's face was expressionless, only somewhat cold.
The stronger one is, the more one can appreciate the monstrous nature of Ryan's methods. Maxim was still immersed in the terrifying Fire Curse, and she was speechless, not knowing what to say.
Dumbledore observed everything without offering any opinion; as he had said today, he was merely there to cover for him.
Quirrell: "Since it's a rescue mission, the safety of the hostages should be the priority."
"I know what I'm doing."
This was accompanied by the conversation of several people.
The giant fire serpent raging across the camp opened its blood-red maw, its fiery fangs emitting black smoke, and syllables burst forth from its nine throats.