Chapter 1282 Why Not Be a Little More High-Profile?
The moment the two fairies fell, a clear bell rang out from all directions, as if they were surrounded by a pile of bells.
Vincent kicked the two fairies at his feet, and after confirming that they were unconscious, he flicked his left hand, causing the bracelet to separate into A-shaped balls.
Using magic in Gringotts' underground area would trigger an alarm, and surprisingly, the same thing happened when the guards were attacked.
But this is normal. Fairies have been forbidden from using wands since their defeat, so they will definitely do everything they can to take protective measures.
Vincent was in front, and the A-type ball was behind to clear the traces.
The piercing ringing of bells echoed throughout Gringotts' underground space; it was an intrusion alarm. Soon, a cacophony of hurried footsteps and the distinctive, sharp shouts of goblins rang out from behind.
In front of Vault 627, Vincent used liquid mithril to remove the door. The shrill bell rang even more urgently, like the scraping sound of a rusty iron gate being forcibly dragged.
There were no valuable clues in the vault, except for some Gringotts-style coins and nothing else.
Vincent walked out of the vault with a hint of disappointment. The killer's caution was predictable, but now that the clues had gone cold, they were going to be on the defensive again.
Moreover, the intrusion alarms outside are getting louder and louder, so this trip was a complete waste.
The A-shaped spheres scattered, indiscriminately attacking everything around them with magical beams.
Although it would completely expose him, Vincent had no choice but to do so in order to cover up his purpose.
The Gringotts underground is a maze. He doesn't know the way and has no way to go back. He can only try to open up a passage to the surface.
The magical beam from the A-type sphere, powerful enough to pierce through steel plates, only left shallow marks on the rock wall; the fairies had done an excellent job in terms of protection.
But this didn't stump Vincent. Compared to the black basalt in the Tenth Trial Chamber that could withstand magical attacks, the rocks here were much weaker.
Pandora at full power output, without a deafening explosion, only a heart-pounding buzzing sound.
By the time the fairies arrived, he had already flown into the upward-flowing passage on an A-shaped ball.
The passage is not completely vertical; it is slightly inclined and does not lead directly to the ground. It ends after about twenty meters.
Pandora is once again operating at full power, and Vincent continues his rapid ascent.
But this time, he heard a sorrowful sigh from the fire dragon.
A sliver of light appeared at the end of the passage, seemingly brushing past some underground space.
Vincent smashed the rock in front of him, and the scene before him felt incredibly familiar.
It was a massive Ukrainian ironclad creature, tethered to the ground, its scales pale and loose, its enormous wings pierced by several thick chains at an extremely unnatural angle, firmly fixed to the rock face.
Its cloudy pink eyes were clearly blind, but it seemed to sense Vincent's presence, letting out a series of hoarse growls.
A mighty fire dragon was tamed by a greedy fairy to guard its wealth; its face, covered in terrible scars, speaks volumes about how cruel the taming process was.
Vincent remembered that when he first came here several years ago, the owl Goo-goo said it longed for someone to end its life.
He raised Pandora in his hand and pulled the trigger repeatedly, breaking the thick chains that bound it.
"I'm already high-profile enough," he muttered to himself as he took out his double-serpent staff. "Maybe I should go even higher."
The healing magic, amplified by the Twin Serpents Staff, is continuously repairing the battered body of the Ukrainian Ironbelt.
"Woo..." It let out a painful howl, and a faint glimmer of light appeared in its cloudy pink eyes.
It struggled to stand up, but perhaps because of its long imprisonment, it fell down again and again.
But it did not give up and continues to try.
Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of the fairies, who rushed over immediately. However, the sight there frightened them so much that they stood frozen in place.
The Ukrainian Iron Belly, which they had tamed, actually stood up, and its eyes, which had long been blind, even returned to their normal deep red color.
"Ding-dong—" A fairy trembled as she pulled out a small bell.
Upon hearing the bell, the fire dragon instinctively trembled, its massive body swaying precariously as if it might collapse at any moment.
Vincent gently patted the restored luster of the gray scales on its leg. "You're free. You don't need to be afraid of that damned bell anymore."
"Roar—!!" The Ukrainian Iron Belly spread its newly grown, enormous wings to stabilize its massive body.
It turned its head, its deep red eyes fixed on the terrified, retreating fairies.
After regaining its freedom, the hatred it had been holding back for years was about to erupt completely.
Vincent waved his double serpent staff to soothe it, "While I support your revenge, the most important thing for us now is to get out of here."
The dragon seemed to understand; its angry eyes no longer stared at the fairies.
With a powerful flap of its enormous wings, it stirred up a series of fierce gusts of air.
Its massive body slammed into the rock wall above, and countless fragments of rock immediately fell down.
Another full-force impact, and it smashed through the fragile rock wall.
"Rumble—!" More and bigger rocks crashed down, and the fairies could only scream and run away.
Faced with the destructive power of the fire dragon, the underground space here is already extremely vulnerable.
Vincent stood on the A-shaped ball, occasionally swinging his hand to knock down pebbles.
He leaped onto the back of the still-charging fire dragon and lifted Pandora through the rock wall above his head.
With their combined efforts, they are getting closer and closer to the Earth's surface.
The fairies below were in agony, fleeing in panic as they watched helplessly as rocks crashed into one vault after another.
These are all Gringotts properties, although they do not belong to them.
Suddenly, the Ukrainian Iron Belly stopped all movement, raised its head, and let out a roar that sounded like a declaration of war.
Vincent tried to calm it down, but it didn't seem to work.
Is this irrepressible urge about to escalate into a violent outburst?
The fire dragon opened its huge mouth downwards, seemingly about to spew out destructive flames.
Vincent quickly increased his mana output, and the soft green light emitted by the Twin Serpent Staff almost enveloped his entire body.
"Roar!!!"
A thin wisp of black mist spewed from its mouth, and Vincent sensed a familiar, evil aura emanating from it.
This feeling... Horcrux?
He frowned as he looked down into the abyss. This evil aura couldn't affect him, but it almost drove the fire dragon into a frenzy. It really was very similar to a Soul Weapon.
But now is not the time to investigate. Given that the fairies cannot resolve this situation, the Ministry of Magic should be arriving soon.
"Keep going up! Let's get out of here together!"
The Ukrainian Iron Belly understood his words; they broke through layers of thick rock walls and smashed open sturdy bronze doors.
Amidst the horrified gazes and screams of countless goblins, they brazenly smashed through the last barrier between Gringotts' underground and upper halls, bursting through the floor amidst a shower of rubble and dust, appearing before the panicked wizard customers and dumbfounded goblin clerks.
Without pausing, the fire dragon carried Vincent as it crashed through Gringotts’ magnificent stained-glass dome, finally breaking free from the white marble cage that had imprisoned it for so many years.
It flapped its newly recovered, still unsteady but powerful wings and soared into the bustling London night sky.
Not only did the wizards in Diagon Alley gasp in astonishment, but even the Muggle citizens outside, who knew nothing about magic, witnessed this shocking scene.
A giant dragon, tens of meters long, soared through the night sky, its roar deafening.
If you look closely, it seems like there's a person standing on its back.
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