Hogwarts Summoning Manual

Chapter 482: Honshu Sinks

Honshu Island is the largest island in Japan and the seventh largest island in the world. It faces Hokkaido to the north and Shikoku Island to the south. Its major cities include Tokyo and Osaka Prefecture and other core administrative regions.

Honshu Island is mainly mountainous, and its highest peak is the famous active volcano Mount Fuji. Standing on the top of Mount Fuji, you can have a bird's eye view of the entire Tokyo.

When Bai Lin was young, he had imagined that if Mount Fuji erupted, it would probably destroy the entire Tokyo, just like the ancient city of Pompeii was destroyed by a volcano. Wherever the magma flowed, no grass would grow.

However, after waiting for several decades, Mount Fuji seemed to be asleep and never erupted once, which made Bai Lin quite disappointed.

I didn't expect that today I could try it myself and see if I could light this big natural firework.

Bai Lin, who was high in the sky, was wrapped in a mixture of camp energy. He waved his hands and two huge fireballs suddenly fell down like burning meteorites. The speed was so fast that even Fujiwara Eko and her brother in the dark could not finish their screams before they heavily smashed into the hillside of Mount Fuji.

Mount Fuji is vast and covers a large area, but the two fireballs are like strategic missiles. They look small, but they hit the mountain with great momentum. The thunderous roar is accompanied by violent vibrations, like a sledgehammer in a bell tower, hitting the ancient bronze bell.

The entire mountain was practically shaken, the snow on the peak shattering and sliding down the sloping slope. Halfway up the mountain, the smoke dissipated, revealing a massive crater, seven or eight meters deep, blasted by the massive fireball. Its power was no less than that of a large-caliber missile. This demonstrated the sheer force of the combined forces of the Bailin faction.

Although the explosion was over, the shaking of the mountain did not stop, which made Bai Lin very satisfied.

The crater is usually covered with thick volcanic rock and is very solid, like a volcano's lid.

A volcano is like a bottle of carbonated soda or champagne that is filled with internal pressure. If you want the champagne to burst out, you have to shake the bottle vigorously first.

Bai Lin did not stop and threw out several big fireballs in an instant. In his golden and black pupils, the bombardment locations were also very clear. They were all weak points on the Mount Fuji. After a period of fierce bombardment, when the internal pressure of the mountain reached its peak, he launched his strongest attack.

"Sword of Heaven!"

Amidst Bai Lin's roar, a huge sword several dozen meters long emerged from his body and stabbed straight into the crater of Mount Fuji.

"No!" Fujiwara Eko screamed frantically. However, even if she teleported to the entrance of Mount Fuji, she would not be able to block the fatal blow. She could only watch helplessly as the golden sword split Mount Fuji apart.

Bai Lin had seen a movie called 2012, in which the volcanic eruption in Yellowstone Park left a deep impression on him. At this moment, the same doomsday scene was reappearing before him, but this time it was not a disaster sent by God, but he was the initiator.

At that moment, the sky was thick with dark clouds, obscuring the sun and foreshadowing an impending disaster. Mount Fuji, silhouetted against the clouds, loomed even more formidable. Suddenly, a dazzling flash of light streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening roar. Mount Fuji erupted in its most violent eruption in history.

Volcanic ash and lava surged like a raging tide, reaching the sky. The ash clouds obscured the sunlight, plunging Tokyo into darkness. The ground began to tremble, and people fled in panic, trying to escape the city that was about to be destroyed.

Like a fiery dragon, roughly a hundred meters wide, the lava coursed across the landscape, relentlessly devouring everything in its path. Farmland, villages, and cities were rendered utterly vulnerable to the catastrophe. On the streets of Tokyo, lava had already engulfed vehicles, creating a blazing sea of ​​fire. Terrified people fled in all directions, their screams and cries mingling in a scene reminiscent of apocalypse.

The volcanic ash darkened the sky, severely reducing visibility. The crowd, already tormented by the fire curse and crushed by the crushing crush, was forced to grope their way forward. Meanwhile, the temperature throughout Tokyo soared again, a suffocating heat wave bearing down on them. Buildings collapsed under the intense heat and the impact of the lava, and wooden utility poles and trees were instantly reduced to ash.

As the lava continued to advance, downtown Tokyo was engulfed in flames. Water levels rose, overflowing bridges and roads, immersing the entire city in a sea of ​​​​inferno. Once bustling Tokyo, now nothing but ruins and death. People struggled to survive, but in the face of this natural disaster, human power seemed utterly insignificant. Wherever the lava passed, the fleeing people were like ants, instantly reduced to ash and charcoal, without even a moment to feel pain!

The volcanic eruption triggered a violent earthquake. Through Bai Lin's eyes, he saw that the land where the entire Tokyo was located had begun to crack. This earthquake will last for dozens of days until the entire Honshu sinks into the sea.

Burning all the Japanese in Tokyo to death with his own hands, this is the only way Bai Lin can think of to save himself.

Firstly, he does not need to fall into the inner torture of moral kidnapping, and can wipe out all the executioners of America without hesitation according to his senses.

Secondly, he can take revenge for all the new and old grudges against Neon. This deformed island country has never given up its desire for the East. Only by completely wiping them out can the threat closest to the East be completely eliminated.

Thirdly, Bai Lin’s faction power must be released as soon as possible, and blowing up a beautiful sacred mountain is still a good choice.

The fourth and most important reason is that people killed by natural disasters will not become wronged souls or undead spirits.

Bai Lin had actually studied this point when he was thinking about Dementors. Whether a person is killed maliciously, tortured to death, or dies from illness, his soul will be in a completely different state.

Japanese ghost stories repeatedly emphasize that those tortured to death are more likely to become vengeful spirits, such as Sadako and Kayako, while those killed instantly tend to harbor less resentment. Similarly, while people dying in natural disasters may be deeply terrified, they lack hatred for other humans, making it difficult for them to become vengeful spirits.

"Soul coordination!"

In the blink of an eye, Bai Lin appeared again in the sky above Tokyo. This time, he was no longer a fireball surrounded by uncontrolled chaotic forces, but had huge golden wings on his back, like an angel.

A faint golden light spread out in all directions of Tokyo like waves. Under the baptism of this golden light, even the occasional vengeful spirits would be appeased and slowly dissipate in the vast sky and earth.

"Baka!" Edogawa Hiroyuki cursed angrily, "So many! So many delicious spirits! You took them all! I'm so pissed off! I'm so pissed off!"

"Then eat him!" Fujiwara Eko's tone did not contain the excitement and calmness of just now, she just gave the order coldly.