Hogwarts: The Mafia Lord of Slytherin-Chapter 647: [] The True Duties of the Support Squad!

Rivers had anticipated this move.

After all, if he were in Monty Meng’s position, he wouldn’t allow his men to remain under fire indefinitely.

He watched the general charge toward him, a glint flashing in his eyes.

Rivers lightly stomped his foot.

No one noticed, but beneath his boots, ancient wards flared to life.

Monty Meng’s longsword thrust forward. A shield of lightning manifested instantly, blocking the blade. The impact sent a crackling shockwave through the air, and crystals coiled around the sword’s edge, sealing it in place.

Monty Meng released his grip instantly.

The next moment, the weapon was enveloped in lightning and shattered into pieces.

Monty Meng frowned, watching Rivers. The older man coughed twice, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth.

"Your body is failing," Monty Meng stated coldly. "Even if I do nothing, you have less than an hour."

Rivers forced a bitter smile. "An hour is an eternity on the battlefield, General. My master taught me that. In that time, I can wipe out everyone here. So, will you stop me? If you try, you die. Do you choose to sacrifice yourself, or your men?"

His eyes burned with a manic light.

Monty Meng’s expression hardened. Rivers was right. He could dodge the assault, but his men couldn’t. Looking at the soldiers who had stood by him since the dawn of the Qin Dynasty, Monty Meng saw only one path forward.

He raised a hand. A soldier passed him a new blade.

Rivers sneered. "So, you’ve made your choice."

Monty Meng didn’t waste words. He charged.

Rivers didn’t retreat; he swung his arm, sending bolts of lightning tearing toward the general.

Their duel reignited the battlefield. The elite soldiers of Qin clashed once more with the pure-blood forces. It was a meat grinder, where lives were lost with every heartbeat.

Meanwhile, at sea, the duel between Emperor Zheng Qin and Erwin resumed.

Erwin struck first, unleashing a barrage of spells. A massive wave of magical energy swept toward the dark emperor.

Emperor Zheng Qin reacted instantly. A black dragon, formed from the mist surrounding him, coiled around his body, absorbing the impacts.

Erwin didn’t stop. He rained down a relentless assault, spell after spell crashing against the dragon’s scales.

Emperor Zheng Qin stood with his hands behind his back, untouched. "Erwin," he called out, his voice calm. "This is useless. You cannot hurt me. We both know that unless we fight to the death, no winner will be decided."

Erwin ignored him. He never intended to defeat Emperor Zheng Qin outright. His goal was simple: keep the dark emperor occupied. Prevent him from observing the battlefield—or sensing the preparations unfolding there.

Emperor Zheng Qin frowned, sensing the futility of Erwin’s aggression. "What is the point of this? It only wastes your energy."

On the cliffs, the battle between Rivers and Monty Meng intensified. Lightning sparked with every clash of steel. Rivers attacked ferociously, glancing up at the sky with silent prayer.

Faster. Please, be faster, Old Tom. I cannot hold on much longer.

Monty Meng’s armor was cracking under the strain. Deep, grim wounds marked his body, and his face was pale with exhaustion. Yet, he pressed on, mirroring Rivers’ perseverance.

On a different sector of the battlefield, Julian Wang faced Old Tom.

The two veterans fought with a grim, calculated efficiency. Old Tom, usually low-profile, had undergone a transformation since receiving Erwin’s aid. He wielded divine power now, meeting Julian Wang’s legendary skill without yielding an inch.

Julian Wang grew increasingly alarmed. He knew his own strength intimately; for Old Tom to match him so perfectly meant the old man’s level was far higher than anticipated.

Both combatants were pale, their reserves drained by the prolonged duel.

Deep within the chaotic lines, Charlotte led her team toward the sector where Kunlun and Basil Bai were fighting.

Sunny stopped abruptly as they reached the edge of the fray.

Charlotte turned to her. "If you can’t bring yourself to do it, you don’t have to participate."

Sunny glanced at her. "You underestimate me. The plan is set. I won’t let sentimentality ruin it. But..."

She trailed off. Charlotte stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"We must trust the adults," Charlotte said firmly. "The outcome is inevitable, but if we can find a way to survive within it, Erwin’s plan is our only path."

Sunny sighed. "You’re right, Charlotte. What about the others? They don’t know the details."

She gestured to the rest of the squad, including Harry and his friends.

Charlotte lowered her voice. "If the plan works, it doesn’t matter if they know. If it fails, we’ll all die—and then it certainly won’t matter."

Sunny let out a short laugh. "You’re sounding more like Erwin every day. Alright. Let’s go."

Charlotte nodded, a small smile touching her lips.

Together, they advanced into the heart of the battlefield.

Basil Bai was wreaking havoc.

In terms of raw power, he was the second strongest warrior in Qin. The elders of Kunlun were completely overwhelmed, unable to stop his advance despite their numbers.

The Kunlun Sect Leader panted heavily as he dodged a blow. "Why haven’t they arrived yet? Basil Bai is too strong!"

His Master appeared at his side, eyes fixed on the horizon. "They’re coming."

The Sect Leader followed his gaze. He saw Charlotte and the others approaching, and his expression flickered between relief and grim resignation.

"They are here," he muttered.

"Are you truly certain?" his Master asked. "You are gambling everything on this boy, Erwin."

The Sect Leader’s jaw tightened. "Master, you know I used Kunlun’s entire fortune to see the future. There is only one path forward. This is it."