"What are you doing! Stupefy—"
After Hermione finished preparing the combination spell, she turned her head slightly for a quick glance, only to see Yaolin's seemingly suicidal behavior. The little girl couldn't help but scream, her Stunning Spell about to shoot out from her wand.
Hermione instinctively judged that this bizarre and somewhat eerie sudden situation might be mental control magic similar to the Imperius Curse, cast by an enemy hidden in the shadows, attempting to kill one of them first through this method.
So the little girl wanted to use a Stunning Spell to knock out Yaolin, who was presumably under someone else's control, to prevent the opponent from using magic to make him further harm his own body, then maintain vigilance and provide aid.
However, after Hermione's brief mental short-circuit following the shocking scene ended, her little brain also recalled Yaolin's voice that had been overshadowed and ignored due to the overly surprising image.
So Hermione immediately redirected her wand's spell trajectory and stopped incanting, though even so, she still bit her tongue.
"...Stu—ow, that hurts!"
The little girl felt her tongue burning with pain, but she couldn't worry about that now and immediately looked at Yaolin, who was beginning to bleed profusely behind her.
"Is this... magic?"
"Hehe, yes—ah, damn it... get out of my head! You two don't need to worry about me—is the spell ready!"
Yaolin let the blood-colored sword remain piercing his chest. He bent slightly, clutching his head, laughing and raging while cursing at himself, acting like a madman.
"Don't worry about him anymore. Do as he says, Hermione."
Glenn beside them wasn't surprised at all. Weirdos existed everywhere—whether in his previous life or this one, he was already used to it.
"This... alright then. Yaolin, we're ready on our end. Just come stand in front of us!"
Though Hermione, whose experience wasn't that extensive, still felt somewhat worried, she immediately chose to entrust her thinking to Glenn.
When encountering things she couldn't understand, turning to Glenn was always the right choice.
Hearing Hermione's voice, Yaolin covered his face with one hand, breathing heavily, his body beginning to faintly emit sinister, eerie crimson mist. He swayed as he stood in front of Glenn and Hermione.
"Just like that, don't move."
Glenn allocated a strand of magic power, applying slight force to Yaolin to stop him at the position where he needed to be, then turned to look at Hermione.
"Ready, Hermione. Target is in the air directly ahead, about four kilometers away. Let's activate the spell together."
"Okay."
Hermione's eyes went blank. Having entrusted her brain to Glenn, she had given up thinking and become a machine for casting magic.
Counting silently to three, both waved their wands simultaneously.
"Ballistic Express."
As they finished speaking, Yaolin mysteriously rose into the air in front of Glenn and Hermione, hovering at low altitude. Beside him appeared two diagonal upward pale blue semicircular channels, currently emitting a faint glow with rings of magical lines transmitting along the channels—quite beautiful to look at.
At a certain moment, Yaolin's body seemed to freeze completely in mid-air as if lagging, then the semicircular channels beside him suddenly burst forth with amazing brilliance—
After the brilliant light, Glenn and Hermione slightly shielded their eyes with their hands to avoid being blinded by dust kicked up by the air waves, while Yaolin's figure had already disappeared into the horizon.
The thrust that erupted in an instant accelerated Yaolin's body to an extremely terrifying speed, his form shooting toward the distant giant like a cannonball.
—Glenn had conceived this spell based on how artillery transported shells, since in his vision, what this spell would transport in the future wasn't much different from cannonballs.
He'd never considered transporting people, so anyone "launched" this way would inevitably suffer some bruising from the sudden massive acceleration.
However, Yaolin practiced dark blood magic, and he himself said not to worry about injuring him, so Glenn didn't care.
As for why they didn't take Yaolin through Apparition to the blood giant's head and then drop him off?
As mentioned before, Glenn wouldn't easily approach his targets without sufficient information, even if the target seemed harmless—and something that looked this dangerous was even more so.
If someone was willing to serve as a vanguard to test the enemy's danger level, Glenn would naturally oblige them.
"Whoooosh—"
Wild wind howled in Yaolin's ears as he shuttled through the sky. The oncoming gale made it nearly impossible for him to open his eyes, and his already thin face was pulled back and stretched taut, making him look even more gaunt.
Closer, even closer.
The blood giant, which hadn't seemed small to begin with, rapidly enlarged in his field of vision, and the creature seemed to notice the unidentified object attacking from the sky. The giant roared as it twisted its massive body, swinging a huge fist toward Yaolin.
"Hehe—several more ribs broken, but that's exactly the effect I wanted!"
Facing the howling wind, Yaolin, whose mental state seemed somewhat abnormal, burst into mad laughter at the incoming giant fist.
So he pulled out the sword that had pierced his chest.
So at this moment between heaven and earth, it seemed only his chanting voice remained.
"With body as sheath—"
"—Sword Cleaves All Dust!"
The blood sword swung, and a massive crimson sword energy appeared from nowhere, instantly passing through the center of the blood giant's striking palm, also passing through the giant's massive body, and splitting the barren ground behind it—affected by the battle—in two.
Thus the giant split in half, and Yaolin's body passed through the gap between its two halves.
He crashed violently into the distant dust, creating an even larger cloud of debris.
Hermione immediately noticed that on the cross-section where Yaolin had cut the giant's body in half using dark blood magic, the wounds that should have healed immediately showed no signs of recovery. Moreover, when the two halves of the blood giant's body made contact with each other, they would spurt out even more blood.
"Glenn, look! That thing's healing ability seems to be suppressed!"
The little girl immediately pointed out this phenomenon.
Without thinking, this was Yaolin's achievement, but he'd been flying over there for quite a while now, and aside from that massive sword energy, there hadn't been any other actions from him.
He couldn't have been knocked unconscious from the fall, could he?
"Mm, I see."
Glenn silently assessed the blood giant ahead, mentally recording various pieces of information.
"Powerful recovery, corrosive bodily fluids, slow movements, low intelligence, seems to act on instinct..."
"Hermione, let's go over there."
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