Hogwarts: The Mafia Lord of Slytherin-Chapter 641: [] The Fall of the Phoenix Order!

"Unlike you," Erwin said, his voice cutting through the chaos, "the original Emperor Zheng Qin sought immortality not for himself, but to give his people a better life. His greatest regret wasn’t lacking immortality; it was the lack of time to secure the future of the Empire."

Emperor Zheng Qin’s expression twisted, shadowed by murderous intent.

"But you are different. You seek immortality solely for your own selfish desires. You refuse to accept mortality, obsessed with dominating all. You never considered anyone else."

With a roar, Emperor Zheng Qin unleashed a flurry of punches. "Nonsense! I do this for the eternal life of the Qin! Only through immortality can the Empire prosper!"

Erwin blocked the strikes with practiced ease, a calm smile on his face. "You’re growing anxious. If your motives were truly pure, you wouldn’t be so rattled. The original Emperor Zheng Qin would never have sacrificed countless lives, even his own people, for this plan. Admit it—this is driven by your own vanity."

The words hit their mark. Emperor Zheng Qin’s attacks grew fiercer, but his essence was draining rapidly. On the battlefield, his generals felt the connection weakening. Panic set in.

Meanwhile, on the front lines, Lance Lee moved like a whirlwind. Red energy condensed on his twin blades, and a crimson mist spread from his body. It was a destructive force, dissolving anyone it touched—Qin soldier or wizard alike—into blood.

"Retreat!" Dumbledore shouted.

The Order of the Phoenix and the Saints fell back, but the Aurors, trapped by the mist, weren’t fast enough. Screams filled the air as they were consumed.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood their ground, grim-faced. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Whatever that is," Grindelwald muttered, rubbing his wrist, "he’s fighting to the death. Be ready."

Just then, the red mist receded, coalescing around Lance Lee. When it cleared, his appearance was terrifying. His hair and eyebrows were blood-red, his eyes burning with a bloodthirsty desire. The twin swords in his hands dripped with phantom ichor.

"Not bad," Lance Lee rasped, his voice hoarse. "To force me to this point... but that is your limit. Now, you die."

He stomped his foot and charged.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald moved simultaneously, wands flashing. Powerful spells rained down, but Lance Lee cut through them with terrifying ease.

"I feel he’s gotten much stronger," Dumbledore noted, narrowly dodging a slash.

"Don’t get careless," Grindelwald warned. "This amplification can’t last. He’s panicking, which means Erwin has the upper hand. We just need to hold him."

They launched another assault, joined by the remnants of the Order. The Saints, led by Vinda Rosier, displayed formidable power despite their age, fighting with the desperation of those who had nothing left to lose.

Inside the Order, the Weasley family formed the backbone of the defense. Sirius Black’s dark suit was unrecognizable, soaked in the blood of Qin soldiers. The loss of Remus Lupin—who had died fighting in his werewolf form—hung heavy over him, but Sirius fought on, clearing a path through the enemy ranks.

Nearby, Arthur and Molly Weasley fought fiercely, though exhaustion was setting in as they protected the younger members. The Qin soldiers, enhanced by Lance Lee’s dark magic, pressed the advantage.

The tide was turning. The Saints fell one by one until only Vinda remained, a fatal wound in her chest spelling the end. The Order of the Phoenix fared no better; with Arthur’s fall, the remaining members were nearly wiped out, though they had taken ninety percent of the Qin forces with them.