The Centaurs, led by Magorian, obediently retreated a few steps.
The wall of fire was too terrifying; three-meter-high flames churned in the night, and the heat waves assailed them, making their cheeks burn.
Magorian clutched the bow in his hand, looking at Charlie with a complex expression.
Just moments ago, he had only predicted the arrival of a Monarch from the constellations; now, witnessing such power firsthand, he truly understood what a Monarch was.
However, the Acromantulas showed no intention of retreating.
The largest spider among them, its two fangs opening and closing, let out a hoarse sound.
"Wizard, do you think a wall of fire can scare us?"
Its eight eyes glowed with an eerie green light, fixed intently on Charlie.
"We will not let anyone who invades our territory go..."
Before the Acromantula could finish speaking, its vision suddenly blurred.
Charlie vanished.
The next second, he appeared beside the leading Acromantula.
His right hand instantly transformed into a Dragon Claw, deep red scales covering his entire arm, and sharp talons glinted coldly in the moonlight.
Charlie didn't hesitate; the Dragon Claw smashed down fiercely.
Bang!
A tremendous impact echoed through the Forbidden Forest.
The hard shell of that Acromantula was as brittle as paper under the Dragon Claw.
The Black shell was torn to Diffindo, and fragments flew everywhere.
The spider let out a piercing shriek, its massive body slammed to the ground, its eight legs thrashing wildly, but it could no longer stand up.
Green blood flowed from the gaping wound, pooling on the ground.
Hagrid, standing nearby, looked a bit pained but did not stop Charlie; even he, with his thick skin, realized that these Acromantulas had become a menace to the Forbidden Forest.
Charlie stood beside it, spider blood still dripping from his Dragon Claw.
Seeing Charlie act directly, the other Acromantulas also charged forward aggressively.
Although their leader had been struck down, their numerical advantage made them unafraid of Charlie.
Charlie sneered, and Monarchs Might erupted from him.
The oppressive power belonging to a Monarch, carrying absolute suppression, enveloped the entire forest.
All the Acromantulas instantly felt a fear from the depths of their souls.
It was the instinctive submission of living creatures.
Their eight legs began to tremble, and their bodies involuntarily prostrated themselves on the ground.
Hagrid's eyes widened, utterly shocked.
Even he, a half-Giant, couldn't smash an Acromantula's shell with a single punch.
Dozens of Acromantulas all lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.
The Centaurs weren't faring much better.
Although they did not directly face Charlie, the oppressive power still made their hearts pound.
Firenze gripped the bow in his hand, his palms slick with sweat.
Magorian's face was pale; he now finally understood why the constellations had predicted Charlie to be a Monarch. Besides a Monarch, he couldn't imagine who else could possess such terrifying aura.
Charlie retracted his Dragon Claw, his right hand returning to human form, and spoke calmly to the Acromantula crowd.
"Now, take me to your leader."
Charlie's voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable authority.
The original leading Acromantula was now peacefully asleep, and another Acromantula stepped forward, its voice trembling.
"Yes... yes, as you wish, Lord Charlie."
It struggled to stand up, its eight legs still shaking.
Charlie turned to look at the Centaurs.
"You all follow too; I also have something I need your help with."
Magorian hesitated for a moment, as the Acromantula's lair was extremely dangerous, but ultimately led his people to follow.
The group, led by the Acromantulas, walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest.
The surrounding trees became denser, and the light grew dimmer.
Spiderwebs were everywhere on the ground, sticky threads glistening faintly in the moonlight.
After walking for about ten minutes, an open space appeared ahead.
In the center of the clearing was a small cave, its entrance covered by thick spiderwebs.
Charlie and the others followed the Acromantulas into the cave; the space inside the cave was quite vast.
Hagrid seemed to know his way around, likely having visited Aragog here many times.
The Centaurs, however, were very nervous, as countless Acromantulas, at least a hundred of them, were sprawled all around.
Seeing people approach, they all raised their heads, their eyes glowing green.
But upon seeing the Acromantulas leading the way, they all quieted down.
Deep inside the cave, a massive spider lay in the innermost part.
Its body was at least three times larger than the Acromantulas outside, and its Black shell was covered with the marks of time, some areas already faded.
Its eight eyes were covered with a grayish-white film, clearly indicating it was blind.
Seeing his old friend, Hagrid quickly walked forward, his voice filled with joy.
"Aragog! It's me, Hagrid!"
The Giant spider raised its head, its chelicerae slightly parted.
"Hagrid, my old friend."
Its voice was hoarse and slow, each syllable drawn out, carrying a sense of decrepitude.
"You've come to see me, that's good."
"However, I smell unfamiliar scents." Its voice deepened.
"And the scent of Centaurs, Hagrid, who have you brought to my territory?"
The leading Acromantula quickly stepped forward, making urgent clicking sounds, and communicated with Aragog.
After listening, Aragog fell silent.
The atmosphere in the cave gradually solidified.
The other Acromantulas also quieted down, with only the sound of spider legs scraping the ground.
Charlie stood in place, raising an eyebrow.
Alright, playing the silent cool guy, are we?
He didn't waste words and directly released Monarchs Might.
A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire cave.
Those Acromantulas, which had been relatively quiet, instantly prostrated themselves on the ground, their bodies shaking like sieves.
This time, Aragog didn't play cool, nor was his voice slow; he could rattle off a menu in one breath.
"Lord Charlie! Please withdraw your divine power!"
"Whatever you ask, we will do it! Whatever you say, it is!"
Only then did Charlie withdraw Monarchs Might.
"My name is Charlie, and I am looking for a rat and a big black dog."
He pulled out two portraits from his Huai, one of Peter and one of Black.
"Have your descendants search the depths of the Forbidden Forest for this rat and this dog. Inform me immediately once they are found."
Aragog nodded repeatedly, his nimble movements making Hagrid think he had reverted to his youth.
"No problem, absolutely no problem. I will have them search right away."
Charlie put away the portraits and added another sentence.
"Also, from now on, I do not want to see Acromantulas and Centaurs fighting. You will each stay in your respective territories, minding your own business."
Magorian was stunned. The other Centaurs exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with disbelief.
They hadn't expected Charlie to remember this matter; when had Wizards ever cared about them, the Centaurs?
Magorian clutched the bow in his hand, his throat feeling tight.
"Lord Charlie... thank you."
Charlie waved his hand.
I absolutely cannot let them fight; if they do, won't my Black slaves be reduced in number?
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