Was the letter sent by Willy's father to Maka really just to convey the message that he was strong enough to deal with the basilisk
No, of course not.
Just a basilisk will not pose a threat to the head of the Blois family who has the inheritance of ancient summoning skills, even if this basilisk is obviously extraordinary.
On this point, not only Mr. Blois himself is fully confident, but even Maka is aware of this. After all, he had personally fought with this man in the underground vault of Dark Spirit Pavilion.
So, what exactly did Blois want to tell Maka through that urgent letter, that "reassuring" message
At this point, the answer is actually obvious.
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Not long after Akinbad, who was missing an arm and blinded an eye, arrived at Chateau Blois, in the foothills of the Monaco border.
The capable short-haired witch suddenly raised her head and glanced into the air on the opposite side - in that direction, a beam of red light shot straight up, flashing with an eye-catching brilliance.
"It seems that the basilisk wants to break out from there again... Two of you stay here, the others close their eyes and follow me!"
Before she finished speaking, the short-haired witch suddenly flashed and disappeared with the distorted phantom of space. The rest of the companions followed her instructions and disappeared one by one. In the end, only two of them were left standing guard here.
The next moment, on the hillside at the other end, figures appeared one after another.
It can be seen that in order to prevent the basilisk from facing the immediate death sight when it appears, they all decisively closed their eyes. Only the short-haired witch had her eyes open, but as soon as she appeared, she lowered her eyes and only looked at the grass in front of her.
Obviously, since the whole team almost fell into the poisonous fog last time, she would not be fooled again this time.
"Is everything okay?"
According to the surrounding sounds, it can be known that the basilisk has indeed appeared, just at the edge of the poisonous fog.
As for the group of wizards who stayed here, in order to maintain their formation with their eyes closed, most of them stood still as much as possible and cast spells to contain the basilisk. There was only one person, lying motionless on the grass, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
After hearing the question from the short-haired witch, a strong man who was probably the leader of the team immediately said:
"Vinson fell down. He probably accidentally looked directly into the basilisk's eyes... Everyone else is fine and not injured yet."
Although he answered decisively and quickly, after all, one of his companions died on the spot, and the strong man's tone still contained some regret and sentimentality.
"Well," the witch responded, and after she also cast a spell in the direction of the basilisk, she continued, "Try harder, even if you can't kill it yet, it is still possible to injure it... again If it doesn’t work, we have to drive it back into the poisonous fog.”
"yes!"
During the brief exchange between the two, other companions threw a few more magic spells at the Basilisk again, and explosions and collisions occurred one after another.
Unfortunately, because there was no way to confirm whether the basilisk was injured, it was difficult for them to determine a more accurate battle situation.
At this stage, I'm afraid there's nothing wrong with using the word "bludgeoning" to describe it.
And just a few minutes after the wizards cast spells one after another in an attempt to suppress the basilisk, a stronger vibration than before caused the short-haired witch to immediately shout:
"Careful, it's approaching!"
This time, the basilisk may have discovered that the short-haired witch had not completely closed her eyes, so it did not repeat its old tricks, but chose to forcefully attack the encirclement here.
At this moment, if anyone dared to look directly at its body, they would find that the previous offensive spells had not actually harmed its body at all. At best, it leaves some traces of different shades on its hard skin that is extremely resistant to magic.
To be honest, although a series of larger magical creatures such as basilisks and fire dragons can also use some of their innate magic, they still prefer to rely on their strong bodies to fight the enemy in melee combat.
Realizing that the basilisk was approaching rapidly, the wizards present resisted the urge to retreat and tried their best to capture the basilisk's path.
They knew that if they couldn't help but start running back, they would be even more unable to confirm the location of the basilisk. At that time, there will be nothing else to do except compete with your companions to see who can run faster.
For a moment, the wizards who were each judging the location of the basilisk cast spells one after another, some hit and some missed. Fortunately, the basilisk is very large, so most of it can still hit the target.
It's just hard to know exactly how much effect this series of attacks can have. All they knew was that the basilisk's movement speed did not seem to slow down, but instead became faster and faster.
Didn't it take effect at all? Or is it because it angered the other party
Just when the short-haired witch in the lead was preparing for everyone to retreat temporarily, a thick long tail suddenly appeared from the corner of her eye and whipped toward her location quickly.
She didn't have time to think about it, so she leaned over and lay down. The impact when her forehead hit the ground made her a little dizzy, but she still gritted her teeth and kept herself awake.
The very next second she fell to the ground, the tail whizzed past her almost close to her back, and the violent airflow even moved her body a few inches to the side.
If it fell on him this time, he would probably be turned into a broken sack with all his muscles and bones broken on the spot.
"Retreat! Move back!" She shouted while glancing behind her. It seemed that someone was coming this way. She quickly said, "Leave me alone! This is an order!"
The main fault was that she stood too far forward - although this was mainly to guard against the poisonous fog for her companions, it was really not appropriate for a commander to stand so far forward.
This time she made a mistake in judgment.
In a hurry, the tail that had just been swung horizontally seemed to be drawn from above towards her prostrate position. As the whistling sound got closer, she hurriedly rolled to one side with her eyes closed.
Even if it’s too late, you still have to give it a try, right
But at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the air, and immediately after, the short-haired witch felt her waist tighten.
When she came back to her senses, she found that she had been pulled aside by a magic.
"boom!"
As the soil splashed, the basilisk's tail landed hard on the spot where the short-haired witch had been just now. The force was so great that a crack appeared on the ground.
Immediately, the short-haired witch felt a wave of scorching air approaching from the air, burning her as if even the tips of her hair were being set on fire.
"Everyone leave, leave this place to me... In addition, this poisonous mist can be ignited and eliminated with this, just use it in the direction of the spread."
"Master!"
The short-haired witch quickly got up and looked back. At the first glance, she was attracted by the flying dragon composed of extremely hot flames.
But he saw the flying dragon flashing its huge wings and hanging steadily behind the head of the Blois family. Where it was, the grass was all withered and burning. If it stayed there any longer, a wildfire would be inevitable.
On the other side, the basilisk might have instinctively sensed the huge threat from the flaming flying dragon, and retreated to the vicinity of the poisonous mist in the blink of an eye. It seems that if there is even the slightest movement here, it will turn around and run away.
The more intelligent a creature is, the less it likes to fight head-on. At this time, facing that extremely intimidating flying dragon, even if it knew that it might not be its opponent, it would never want to fight it head-on.
Needless damage is obviously unnecessary for it.
"Master, don't you want to stay with the family? Over there at the castle..."
"There is a butler over there," Blois said casually as he threw a small bottle in his hand to the short-haired witch, "Besides, just now, President Akinbad of the International Federation of Wizards suddenly visited the castle. I asked him to Lead people to set up security around the castle."
The witch took the small bottle and did not take a closer look for the time being. She just said with a slight doubt:
"Mr. Ajinbad...is there any problem?"
However, Blois did not answer her question directly, but instead reminded:
"The one in your hand is called the 'Fire Bottle'. It is a work that Mr. McLean has sold to others. The effect is trustworthy. You can go there in a while and just smash it on the ground inside the poisonous mist."
After explaining the usage, he waved his hand towards the other party.
"And Mr. Akinbad is also someone recognized by Mr. MacLean. I think he is equally trustworthy... Go! Clean up the poisonous fog quickly and don't let it spread to the Muggle towns outside."
After all the family wizards followed the short-haired witch and evacuated the place, they saw that Blois did not look in the direction of the basilisk, but instead waved his hand sideways.
In an instant, the flame dragon that was hovering behind him suddenly rose from the ground, then spun around and dived away at high speed towards the basilisk.
"Roar-"
A dragon roar, accompanied by a stream of flaming dragon breath, fell towards the basilisk's raised head before it rushed near the basilisk.
As expected, when the basilisk saw this, it turned over and tried to get into the poisonous mist at an alarming speed. In just a blink of an eye, the dragon's breath could not catch up, but ruthlessly burned the land where it was originally located into a piece of charcoal.
However, although the dragon's breath of the flame flying dragon also swept away some poisonous mist, there was still no change in the latter, as if the two were not in contact at all.
However, the flame flying dragon doesn't care about the poisonous mist. As long as the master's order does not change, even if the enemy dives into the sea, it will still plunge in decisively.
As soon as the two sides escaped and the other chased them, in just a few seconds, they both got into the poisonous fog and disappeared from sight.
Until then, Blois turned his head and looked into the poisonous mist. He remained silent and didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.