MM Racing Chapter 251 1000 Fireballs Equal a Fire Rain Meteor Shower
Chapter 251 1000 Fireballs Equal a Fire Rain Meteor Shower
Chapter 251 1000 Fireballs Equal a Fire Rain Meteor Shower
"To be honest, Mr. Lane, I think your decision is risky."
Kingsley Shaker followed behind Ryan with his men. As they fiddled with the roller coaster in the underground vault, he suddenly spoke.
Ryan: "Because we're sitting in the car, we're easy targets for intruders hiding at the doors of the various vaults."
"That's right."
Kingsley never thought Ryan wouldn't have thought of this; he was just curious.
"I don't plan to go down. I plan to set it on fire. Although Gringotts' defensive magic isn't very good, it can at least guarantee the safety of property and ensure that no wizard's property is lost."
Ryan walked to the edge of the cliff. Above it was a roller coaster, its tracks flanked by the whistling winds blowing across the sheer cliff face. "Deepest in the underground vaults," he said, "the vaults of those who deposited their money when Gringotts was first established belong to the oldest pure-blood families. Mr. Kingsley, if you were to break into Gringotts, what would be the first thing you should do?"
Kingsley's rugged appearance belied his intelligence: "For money? I don't think so. People and forces with that kind of ability and influence would never let Galon hold them back."
He was referring to the black-robed figures and the possible organization behind them that they had discovered today: "Standing here, we can still hear noises below, which means there are quite a few invading people. Regardless of the magical skills of these wizards, just the fact that they were able to organize such a large number of wizards is an extremely difficult thing in itself."
Not to mention that these wizards were all highly skilled in magic, and even the goblins of Gringotts were unable to put up any effective resistance.
"I don't think these people are here to rob Galleons; they must have something more important to do in Gringotts. It might be related to the treasure vaults of those ancient families at the very bottom—"
Even without Ryan turning around, he could tell from Kingsley's tone that Kingsley was looking miserable.
When it comes to these top-tier pure-blood families, if you don't have the ability to overturn the magical world single-handedly, then you'll be manipulated by them.
Kingsley clearly did not have that ability.
"Those pure-blood families, ignore them. I just—didn't expect there to be so many of them—"
Ryan found the most likely source of these people, and there was only one thing he couldn't figure out.
Why is that?
Why attack Gringotts?
As Kinsley said, such a power would never have to worry about Galonnais, having from the outset lost the ability to change course because of money.
People or forces like this will inevitably have a clear objective in every action they take.
For example, when Quirrell was controlled by Voldemort, he invaded Gringotts in order to steal the Philosopher's Stone, causing widespread panic.
But if Voldemort robbed Gringotts because he was short of money—then Voldemort's already limited prestige would be completely undermined.
All I can say is that if there really were top wizards who robbed Gringotts because they were short of money, then—Lane privately believes that if he sat on the street in Diagon Alley with a broken bowl in front of him, he would make money faster than if he robbed someone.
"What are your thoughts, Mr. Ryan?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kingsley, I can't talk about this. It requires the consent of all those involved before it can be made public."
Ryan said he couldn't say for sure because it was a prediction made by three people at the same time.
Yes, he was now 90% certain that these invaders came from the organization revealed in the prophecy—the organization that forged the sword of slaughter and the giant bats.
If it weren't for the great inspiration he received from the materials that the organization used to create the giant bat, the Magic Wand would never have appeared in this world.
But why would a villainous organization, whose existence and prophecy foretell a future of destruction and darkness, want to rob Gringotts?
Unable to find an answer, he lit a golden fire, placed some ignition devices on the roller coaster, and then threw the roller coaster off the cliff.
Like a flare streaking across the sky, the burning roller coaster illuminated the mountain walls on both sides. Behind each of the numerous gaps and recesses lay a vault, its doors standing silently for centuries, witnessing the rise and fall of countless families.
Kingsley was about to peek down when he saw streaks of green light flying towards him. He immediately ducked and shouted, "Ready for battle!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of several figures holding torches as I bent down. These figures all held up strange magic wands, and countless spells flew towards them.
The wand didn't seem to be made of wood—he lowered his body and casually cast two stun spells.
"Don't worry, it's just a killing curse."
After seeing the Killing Curse, which truly symbolizes death, Ryan looked at the swirling green lights below and felt more and more that this was just kindergarten children's nonsense—even the strongest green light was nothing more than a little girl in front of Voldemort.
"I've wanted to try out some magic from stories for ages, like—"
Amidst the Aurors' horrified gazes, Ryan stepped forward and stood in the void, his feet resting on nothing, simply floating in mid-air!
"Merlin, this isn't magic!"
"How is this possible! How can a person fly!"
Even Kingsley couldn't help but marvel. He was the warrior with the highest magical skill besides Ryan, and that's why he knew even more: a person cannot stand out from thin air!
Even the black-robed wizards below who were casting spells were stunned for a long time. Several of them withdrew their wands, rubbed their eyes to see more clearly, and made sure they weren't dreaming.
These people then realized they might be in a hallucination.
Because they saw golden fireballs appear around Ryan, who was standing in mid-air, swirling and dancing, leaving dazzling trails of light in the air.
One, three, five.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand.
The countless fireballs turned the place into daylight.
Then it fell like a star streaking across the sky.
Each fireball drew a vibrant stroke, each stroke a terrifying bombardment.
"This is called 'Fire Rain Meteor'."
Unleashing such a massive amount of Fiery Blaze was no easy task for Ryan at his current level.
He was still physically and mentally exhausted from performing the Great Sun Fall in the swimming pool last year.
Although he was very lucky, and Madame Pomfrey was a very good doctor, a month or two of rest had made him about 80-90% better, but the exertion still caused weakness.
Therefore, his face turned pale, and he quickly retreated to the ground. While everyone was staring at the magnificent scene, he took out two bottles of magic potions and drank them down.
For well-trained elite Aurors, under normal circumstances and even in special circumstances, they would definitely see clearly if someone next to them made such a large movement.
However, the current situation is an extremely special case.
Countless golden sparks fell before us, each trajectory seemingly containing some profound mystery. The dancing sparks stirred a gentle breeze, caused by convection due to the difference in air density at different temperatures.
A thousand stars fell like rain.
Darkness turned into daylight.
Kingsley, the future great man, was shocked.
Is this really something a wizard could do?
This was truly beyond his comprehension.
If the Aurors were shocked, they were amazed.
Therefore, the black-robed wizards at the bottom of the valley were filled with fear and unease.
Because they were facing a literal collapse of the sky—
"Armor for protection!"
The armor spells that used to provide them with security now seemed so fragile.
This drove even these wizards, who possessed considerable skill and magical expertise, to despair: "What do we do?"
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