Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

"No——!" he suddenly roared in anger, eyes flashing with determination, "I'd rather die than be a sacrifice!"

Before he finished speaking, he bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and his hands moved rapidly in the air, forming an ancient and forbidden hand seal. His body trembled violently, and his soul began to slowly peel away from the top of his head — the Soul Detachment Technique, a secret skill only High Tier Priests could master, allowing consciousness to escape the body and flee in the form of a Spirit Body.

"With my soul as sacrifice, I temporarily borrow the power of the Nether River!"

The priest was utterly desperate. He dropped his whistle and formed a complex Dharma Seal with his hands. He made the decision, even if he couldn't assure his life, he still wanted to secure his soul.

This was somewhat more indecisive compared to other priests who decisively committed suicide, but as someone in power, it was natural to cherish one's own life even more.

After all, he had been in power for many years.

Giving up such a life was indeed more difficult.

As the Scepter Priest released magic, the entire great hall suddenly darkened, as if all the light had been sucked away. The priest's body fell limp to the ground, while a semi-transparent Spirit Body emerged from his crown — this was Egypt's secret "Soul Detachment Technique," usually only mastered by High Priest level figures.

A pale golden mist rose from his crown, condensing into a miniature, semi-transparent projection of the priest. Once the projection detached from the body, it immediately transformed into a stream of light, shooting towards the dome of the great hall, trying to pierce through the stone wall and escape. He frantically fled towards the direction of the Nile River, for as long as he reached the Holy River, he would find another chance to survive.

"I did it..." The Spirit Body Priest was overjoyed, already planning his future, "As long as I escape the temple, I can possess someone else and reclaim a body!"

For wizards.

Death often doesn't mean the end of life. Indeed, occupying someone else's body was a disgraceful thing, but clearly the Scepter Priest didn't care about becoming a Dark Wizard.

He wanted to live.

Even if it meant he could only parasitize a mortal, losing his qualification as a wizard.

He felt he wasn't wrong.

However, just as he was about to touch the dome — he didn't notice, the Ghost Bride's red eyes were locking onto his Spirit Body's path through the wall.

The Ghost Bride slowly raised her head.

In her red eyes, the golden Spirit Body was clearly reflected.

What's more terrifying was, she raised her hand, fingers spread, a blood-colored spiraling thread shot out from her fingertips, directly piercing through the barrier between reality and the spirit realm, precisely locking onto that soul!

"What?! You… you can see souls?!" The Spirit Body Priest was shocked to the core.

"Impossible! The Soul Detachment Technique transcends the material! You're just a physical entity, how can you touch the spirit realm?!"

The Ghost Bride didn't answer, she only acted.

She slowly raised her hand, and the blood threads entwined around the priest's body suddenly became semi-transparent, like ghostly tendrils penetrating material obstacles, chasing the fleeing soul!

Raven Ian immediately flapped his wings to follow. From the Spiritual Vision angle, this chase was eerily horrifying — ahead was the priest's Spirit Body fleeing in panic, behind were dozens of writhing blood threads, and further on, the Ghost Bride's true form still stood in the great hall, pursuing based on the situation she had previously encountered.

The Ghost Bride could exist in two states simultaneously!

The speed of the blood threads far surpassed the Spirit Body. They quickly wrapped around the priest's ankles, then his waist, finally cocooning him like a glowing chrysalis.

The blood-colored threads suddenly tightened, and the golden Spirit Body let out a shrill howl, as if being burned by fierce flames. His form began to twist, disintegrate, the golden light flickering violently, like a faulty projection.

"Aaaahhhhh!"

The priest emitted a silent Spirit Body scream, struggling desperately but in vain.

"Let go of me! This is forbidden! You're violating the laws of life and death!" The Spirit Body Priest struggled frantically, releasing a soul shockwave, attempting to shake off the threads. More terrifying, the threads were reversing some material — each struggle made his Spirit Body murkier.

The Ghost Bride's threads were like chains from a higher dimension, ignoring all counterattacks.

"No... don't..." The priest's Spirit Body began to be dragged back to the great hall, "I concede... I'll do anything..."

"No——!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed in the spirit realm.

The blood threads gave a fierce tug! The Spirit Body was forcibly dragged back into the great hall.

"Bang!"

His chest heaved violently, the soul forcibly pressed back into the shell, consciousness re-fused with the body, like being stuffed into a narrow container by an invisible hand, the intense rejection causing the priest to foam at the mouth, convulsing all over. He lay limp on the ground, gasping heavily, face pale as paper, eyes filled with despair and collapse.

The Ghost Bride walked slowly towards him, her red eyes showing for the first time a semblance of emotion — it was sheer disdain.

"You... you're not an ordinary alchemy creature..." The Scepter Priest, now drained of Magic Power, murmured in terror, "You're the embodiment of that embryo's will... the Death Eater... you can even capture souls..."

Quite clearly.

The Scepter Priest finally understood what Ian had long seen. This was roughly the gap between a Legendary Wizard and an ordinary wizard, even if this ordinary wizard was the temple's Scepter Priest.

Perspective is key.

"Hehe."

The Ghost Bride slowly descended, the blood threads lifting him up again. In her red eyes, for the first time, there was a trace of "satisfaction" — as if confirming the prey's integrity.

"You... what are you..."