Chapter 565 565. Scott's trump card

Scott watched as the Slytherins stood up again.

Medea raised her hand to wipe away the blood on her lips, looked down at her hand, and then smiled.

Slytherin also lowered his hand covering his chest.

At this time, his penetrated chest seemed to have healed, and only shallow marks could be seen.

Scott spoke to Medea first, "It seems you have gained a lot, Medea."

The colleague who was talking was also using his magic perception to detect her current state.

He clearly felt that the magic power in Medea's body had increased.

Moreover, she looks more like a ceramic doll than before, now she is closer to a real human being.

Although she has not fully returned to flesh and blood, this is also the reason why the magic ritual was interrupted by Scott.

Medea put down her hand and looked up at Scott, "Unfortunately, in the end it didn't achieve the effect I wanted."

"Ah."

Slytherin smiled.

"You were too early to trust this kid, Medea, and you didn't even find out all of his abilities beforehand."

Compared to Medea, the situation on Slytherin's side is worse.

Not only was he sneak-attacked by Mordred and his heart was almost taken away, but his power was also stolen by Medea using a magical ritual.

He is obviously weaker now than before.

"It's a little too difficult to find out all my abilities."

Scott helps Medea "explain".

"Only I know my abilities best."

"Yeah?"

Slytherin twitched his lips and said nothing more.

At this moment, the three of them each occupied a position and faced each other. No one spoke for a while.

The invisible wind blew by, blowing a few petals from a distance that had not yet been destroyed.

"Now, the situation is finally clear."

Scott smiled, breaking the silence.

"That's a really good thing."

How can we say that it is not a good thing to change from two sides to a tripartite confrontation?

In addition, Scott's four "summoned beasts" are still standing in all directions at this moment, and there is also a Savannah who can provide remote support.

Judging from the scene, it seems that Scott has the advantage.

But Scott didn't think so.

Whether it was Medea or Slytherin, he did not dare to look down upon them in the slightest.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

Slytherin spoke, and he had time to ask Scott and Medea.

Medea took a step back.

"Forget it, it looks like I can't get any more."

She already has the intention to leave.

"Bye, Scott."

"Goodbye, father."

Slytherin suddenly stretched out his right hand.

"Don't worry, my daughter."

Medea's movements froze.

Black smoke emerged from Medea's chest and Slytherin's palm, connecting together.

The smoke gathered and formed a dark chain.

"Father?"

Medea looked at Slytherin in shock.

"Medea."

A kind smile appeared on Slytherin's young face.

"I am your father."

He seemed to be just stating a fact, but there was a sense of oppressive control in his tone.

It was as if Medea was just a baby that he had complete control over.

Medea looked at Slytherin blankly. For a long time, she slowly lowered her head.

"I see."

Her voice was full of indifference and coldness, without any emotion.

"Even here, can Medea replace her real body with a ceramic doll placed outside Avalon and leave?"

Scott watched this scene with interest, his eyes wandering between the Slytherin father and daughter.

"And you, Mr. Slytherin, you seem to have truly taken control of Medea's soul."

Hehehehe...

Scott wanted to laugh.

This is really a big drama of "a loving father and a filial daughter".

Hearing Scott's words, Medea trembled slightly, but always lowered her head and did not respond.

Slytherin was much more calm and did not take his taunting seriously.

"This is the wizard."

Slytherin said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Wizards should always pursue the power of magic, and there should be no taboos."

Scott, of course, disagreed.

"I think you only need to represent yourself, not all wizards."

"never mind……"

Like Scott, Slytherin was not interested in this battle of ideas.

When he found that Scott didn't take his words seriously, he lost interest in expressing his heart and explaining his ideas.

"What are you going to do now?"

Scott asked Slytherin curiously.

"If nothing else, do you still have the materials to rearrange the magic ritual?"

He picked up the silver necklace that Medea hung on his chest and shook the small hourglass pendant.

"Even the most important material, the 'power of deflecting fate', is all on me."

"It doesn't matter."

Slytherin walked over to Medea and pulled out the bone wand she was holding.

"Whether it's you or the necklace, we just need to get it back."

He said lightly.

At the same time, a red light shot out from the wand in his hand.

Scott dodged, avoided the attack, and returned to Savannah.

"Is this a wand made from your own bones?"

Slytherin weighed his wand and turned to ask Medea.

"yes."

Medea finally raised her head, her eyes unwavering.

"The center of the staff is my hair."

"It's pretty smooth."

Slytherin nodded with satisfaction.

As he was talking, Scott's four "summoned beasts" were already moving.

Edgar and Horus flapped their wings and flew into the sky, attacking with wind and fire.

Gorzan dived underground and mixed poison into the water waves controlled by Xirein, turning the water waves green.

"I need a moment." Scott said softly to Savannah.

With that said, he raised his wand and started brewing.

The attack of the "summoned beast" stopped Slytherin.

However, even when Medea didn't take action, Slytherin still dealt with it very easily.

King Arthur's body is undoubtedly very strong, and Slytherin uses this body to behave like a skilled warrior.

With extremely high combat skills and various magics at his fingertips, four "summoned beasts" together cannot suppress him.

So Savannah also took action.

She raised her hand and summoned endless thorn vines, turning wherever she looked into a forest of thorns.

Moreover, the vine she summoned this time was the moon vine they had encountered on the outskirts of Apple Island.

After the thorn forest took shape, Savanna raised her head and let out a distant wolf howl.

In an instant, the sky darkened and the sun and moon alternated.

When a bright moon hung in the sky, the thorn forest was like a group of demons awakening and began to go crazy.

Not only did the crazy moon vines launch endless crazy attacks, but they were also entangled with each other under Savanna's control, turning into beasts one after another.

boom!

Along with the violent explosion, endless black flames rose into the sky and spread rapidly from the center of the thorn forest.

"I can't stop you for long."

Savannah said to Scott anxiously.

At this time, a golden spear in front of Scott had taken shape.

Different from the previous "Gangnir", this golden spear is surrounded by white initial runes one after another.

Scott was sweating on his forehead and was adjusting the position of these runes. He had no time to answer Savannah's words.

boom!

There was another violent explosion.

The wall of fire formed by black flames was getting higher and higher, pushing towards their direction.

Countless moon vines were burned to ashes in the black flames, completely failing to show the characteristic that Savannah said was not afraid of fire.

Although the beasts formed by the moon vines were still charging without fear of death, as soon as they encountered the black wall of fire, they immediately disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Siraine and Golzan had disappeared, and Edgar and Horus, who could fly, had taken refuge high in the sky.

Scott was still concentrating on adjusting the runes.

Ahead, the black wall of fire suddenly separated.

A black shadow changed from large to small, from far to near, and fell on the ground in front of Scott.

It's Siraine.

At this time, Xirein's body had become tattered and black.

After landing, the damage intensified, the transformation spell failed, and its body turned into a pile of broken magic materials.

"Scott!"

Savannah looked at the remains of Siraine on the ground, and then looked at Scott worriedly.

Bang!

At this time, another black shadow was thrown over.

It's Golzan.

It soon followed Siraine's footsteps and also turned into a pile of destroyed magic materials.

At this time, Slytherin had already walked over on black flames.

Seeing this, Edgar and Horus swooped down from the sky.

Slytherin waved his wand casually and easily deflected the fire and wind from their attack.

And even with the speed at which Horus could control the wind, he could not escape his counterattack.

Soon, their bodies began to fall from the sky.

Bang!

Bang!

Under Slytherin's control, the two bodies also fell to the ground in front of Scott, directly turning into a pile of rags.

Savannah did not make a sound this time, but walked directly to Scott with a long wooden staff.

"I'll stop him first."

She looked at the Slytherin strolling over.

"It just so happens that the Doherty family has a grudge against him dating back thousands of years..."

"Ah……"

Slytherin stood still and laughed.

"Doherty?"

He seemed to think about it for a while before finally remembering.

"That Druid family?"

He nodded.

"In order to enter Avalon, I did kill many druids."

As he said that, he looked at Savannah again.

"I once killed a real Druid High Priest. A little girl like you who is forcibly promoted by external forces is not qualified to stand in front of me."

"You will find out soon enough whether I am qualified or not."

Savannah leaned forward slightly and replied forcefully.

"Okay, Savannah."

Scott spoke and reached out to pull Savannah back to him.

"Scott?"

Savannah turned her head and saw the formed spear in front of Scott.

The golden spear that was originally just translucent and compressed by magic power has changed its appearance.

At this time, the spear looked more like a branch with a sharp end and several branches twisted together at the other end.

This golden "branch" was engraved with a row of white initial runes.

Scott handed the wand in his right hand to his left hand, and reached out to hold the branch-shaped spear.

He raised his hand, pointed the tip of the spear at Slytherin, and made a throwing preparation.

"What is this...?"

Slytherin looked at the spear in his hand with some doubt.

"Gungnir." Scott replied.

Slytherin laughed.

"Odin's spear? An artifact that cannot be avoided?"

He obviously didn't believe that the spear in Scott's hand really had the effect of Odin's artifact in mythology.

Or, he was too confident that he could deal with Scott's attack.

"Then try it." Scott said with a smile.

He was very satisfied with Slytherin's attitude at the moment.

Looking at Scott's smile, Slytherin still didn't move, but just raised the wand in his hand slightly.

He looked a little excited and curious, as if he wanted to see the killer that Scott had specially taken out.

Scott took a step forward and threw the spear in his hand with a standard throwing action.

Like a golden stream of light, the spear reached Slytherin's eyes before he could blink.

The sharp tip of the spear was facing his forehead.

At this critical moment, time seemed to pass very slowly.

Scott looked at Slytherin with his eyes wide open in surprise.

He suddenly retreated, flashed, and blocked, but it was useless.

The branch-like spear was like a thorn in his flesh, and he could not get rid of it.

No matter what Slytherin used to block it, the spear could pass through the object like a ghost, leaving no trace.

Even the black flames that were more fierce than the fierce fire could not destroy the spear that was like a dead branch.

Under Scott's gaze, although Slytherin used all his strength, he still only lasted for a few seconds before the spear pierced his chest and nailed him to the ground.

This was also because he did not dare to let the spear penetrate his head. He barely adjusted at the last moment and greeted the spear head with his chest.

At this time, Scott already had another spear in his hand.

Of course, it was not a special "Gungnir" combined with "Yuktrasil", but a pure "Gungnir".

At the moment Slytherin was hit, Scott threw the spear in his hand again.

This time, Slytherin could no longer dodge and was directly pierced in the head by the golden spear.

The black flame gradually extinguished, and black blood flowed under the body.

At the same time, black smoke emerged from the mouth and nose of King Arthur's body, forming an illusory bearded bald head in the air.

"Sure enough, this is Salazar Slytherin."

Scott looked at the head floating in the air and nodded in agreement.

It's obviously an ugly old monkey, why does he have to wear a young and handsome skin?

Tsk tsk tsk...

Scott took a look at the somewhat miserable corpse nailed to the ground.

I'm really sorry, King Arthur.

If you want to blame someone, blame Salazar Slytherin.