Chapter 1312 Harry and the Dark Lord is about to meet

Chapter 1312 Harry and the Dark Lord is about to meet

The sky was filled with a spectacular display of spells, making even the grandest fireworks in Awor pale in comparison. Harry and his friends watched in awe as icy spikes and lightning dragons filled the sky. However, none of these spells could touch the Dark Lord; his dark beams cut through everything in their path.

"Holy shit," Thrain gasped, unable to believe his eyes.

The spells from the angels and elders, no matter how powerful, were effortlessly neutralized by the Dark Lord's dark beams. It was clear to them that he was toying with his enemies. The question was why. As students, they didn't know the portal to the Skyhall realm was within the Mazeroth Academy. They assumed the Dark Lord was here to destroy the academy as part of his revenge against the Skyhall.

Meanwhile, the shield surrounding the academy glowed brighter, absorbing the impact of the spells and protecting the castle. Harry and his friends realized it was only a matter of time before the Dark Lord killed the remaining two Half Celestial stage elders. Harry felt a strange sense that something more was at play.

"I need to stop him," Harry said firmly, watching the Dark Lord's dark beams narrowly miss the white-haired elder's neck.

"Stop him? Stop the Dark Lord? Are you crazy?" Lyria gasped, shocked at Harry's declaration.

For a moment, they couldn't believe what they had just heard from their friend.

"Harry, no," Clara said firmly, her tone motherly and concerned. But Harry's determined expression showed he was resolute.

"The hell you will. I'm not getting yelled at by your mom again. That woman scares the shit out of me," Thrain growled. The memory of Lailah berating him for leaving Harry alone to explore the forest outside the Mazeroth was still fresh in his mind. Despite Lailah's gentle and kind nature, Thrain feared a mother's wrath.

The dark beams continued to cut through the various spells cast by the Skyhall angels, creating chaos and fear.

"Keep firing! Don't let up!" one elder barked desperately, his voice tinged with fear.

"We have to stop him! Hit him with everything you've got!" another elder shouted, trying to rally the angels.

Despite their orders, the Skyhall angels were growing increasingly frantic, their attacks becoming more erratic as they realized the Dark Lord's power was far beyond anything they had faced before.

"My father just looked at him and... killed him."

"Fuck, that's terrifying," Thrain muttered.

But their words were abruptly cut off when the spell from the other elder hit Michael. The Dark Lord threw the elder's lifeless body aside as the spell didn't even scratch his armor. Slowly, Michael turned around in the sky, his eyes locking onto the remaining elder who froze in fear.

"That was pathetic," Michael chuckled.

. "He's going to kill him, isn't he?" she whispered, though she already knew the answer.

"No shit genius. That's what he does." Thrain, still processing the horrific sight of the elder's death, nodded grimly.

Without wasting a second, Michael raised his hand, dark lightning bolts crackling around his fingers. The energy grew more intense as he prepared to fire.

But then, Clara, Aric, Lyria, and Thrain turned to their side and realized Harry was nowhere to be found. Panic surged through them.

"Where's Harry?" Lyria gasped, looking around frantically. The next moment, Thrain's eyes widened in shock as he looked up at the sky. "Fuck," he muttered, seeing Harry flying straight toward the Dark Lord on his sword.

Michael sensed a strange energy approaching and turned his head to see Harry flying toward him. At that moment, the elder also noticed Harry and decided to turn him into a hostage. However, Michael wasn't about to let that happen. He fired a lightning bolt straight at the elder's head, splattering blood across the sky.

Harry froze on his flying sword, watching the elder's body fall. It took him a few moments to snap out of his stupor. He had never seen death so up close, and the warm droplets of blood on his face made the reality even more jarring.

"I'm going after him," Clara snapped out of her shock, immediately taking her flying sword from her space ring and stepping on it. Before the elven twins or Thrain could respond, she shot toward the sky.

"Wait..." Thrain tried to protest, but the elven twins, loyal and always mischievous and adventurous, did the same. They shot toward the sky, following Clara, leaving Thrain behind.

"I need to find better friends. These assholes will be the death of me," Thrain grumbled. Despite his complaints, he couldn't abandon his friends. With a determined sigh, he dropped his axe to the ground, stepped onto it, and soared into the sky. Loyalty ran deep in his veins, and not even the Dark Lord could scare him away if his friends were in danger.