HP - Shadow Monarch! [BOOK 1]

Chapter 189 - The Battle in the Muggle World 02.

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Third Person POV

That City.

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Tension was all over the city as Snape analyzed the environment for a few seconds, observing all the devastation the Death Eaters were causing in front of him where he could see destroyed houses on fire, while the buildings were in the same state, not to mention the screams of pain and cries for help amid the sounds of spells being fired with the growls of werewolves.

Even the battle between the Death Eaters and the Aurors was affecting the city, with stray spells hitting buildings and houses, destroying everything.

"These bastards..." Snape muttered, as his shadow began to expand, reacting to his anger.

Snape had never seen Voldemort's group act like this, seeing so many deaths and devastation of innocent people irritated him like never before since he came to this world.
If this is how they're going to act, so be it, they will be treated the same way.

Snape's shadow began to explode, even though no one there realized the danger forming in that corner of the city.

That's when his main soldiers began to appear, one by one: Igris (Knight), Ouroboros (Ancient Basilisk), Fawkes (the phoenix), Tank (Bear King), Glacius (ice elf commander), Kargalgan (Orc Shaman), Voltaran (Centaur King).
Right behind them, the other shadows emerged: common soldiers, archers and mages, along with bears, ice elves, orcs, and centaurs.

To finish, a dozen dark wizards took position.

All the soldiers began to line up behind Snape, while a crowd of more than two hundred shadows formed throughout the street.

Some wizards flying by began to notice the glowing soldiers — twelve of them with strange forms among the black crowd.

"What is that...?" a Death Eater murmured, trying to defend himself from an attack.

Even those on brooms stopped, shocked, watching the scene.

"Hm?" said a werewolf, who had just devoured a man in his house.
He stepped out into the street, walking with narrowed eyes, fixed on a hooded man standing on that side, whose cloak moved slightly with the wind.

Behind him, all those magical forms glowing in shades of black, blue, red and other colors stared at him.

No one knew what that was.
Thinking that even with the dark appearance, it could be something from the Dark Lord himself, but soon they would realize they were wrong.

Snape accessed his system and in his inventory, pulled out his sword made of goblin metal.
Then he looked at Igris beside him.

"Igris... this is yours," he said, throwing the sword, which was easily caught by the knight.
"Use it from now on," Snape ordered.

That sword would be better than any he was currently using.

After seeing Igris test the weight and place it on the ground waiting for the king's command, Snape's eyes turned forward, facing a lone werewolf who was watching him cautiously.

Snape opened both hands.
And one of his daggers materialized, surrounded by lightning, while he kept another one stored to use the wand in his other hand.

"Let's begin," he murmured, taking the first step — and disappearing in the same instant.

The werewolf, 50 meters away, didn't even have time to react.
He felt the presence appear behind him a second before his neck was pierced by that dagger and then decapitated right there.