Chapter 201 200: Trap and killer moves
The dark clouds rolled in the sky, constantly changing shapes. While it blocks the moonlight, it also seems to be blocking some kind of secret peeping. It is the goddess walking in the world who did all this. "So, are you the goddess representing the moon?" Ian stood in the dim back garden of the temple, looking up at the sky that even the stars could no longer see even one.
No electric arc, no rain, only heavy dark clouds, like curtains, blocking the entire sky. If there were no light sources on the ground, otherwise, I would have really lost my fingers.
"As the daughter of the sun god, I have the right to decide when the sky should shine and when not to shine." The "priestess" who exercised some right chuckled and gave a response.
Ian nodded when he heard this.
This is not much different from his inference. If the illusion of the blurred tower that he saw was correct, the black robe skeleton he found, that is, the goddess in front of him, was indeed a fallen sun at that time. .
"Set out?"
Ian looked at the time on his wrist. He was also nervous about facing a legendary wizard, but he wanted to return to the right future. Have to face it.
Fortunately, a goddess has been pulled into the queue now, otherwise he would definitely not be the opponent of the legendary wizard. What? Riddle? This guy is really the weakest among all Voldemort's remnant souls.
and.
Only those with bad brains trust Voldemort to be a qualified teammate. Thank God if Riddle doesn't turn against him, he wouldn't have brought Riddle with him if he hadn't been afraid that Riddle would stay here and do tricks.
In fact, Riddle himself didn't want to go. "Can't you just lock me in the dungeon? Or just send me back to Hogwarts?" He repeatedly muttered about the school he once scoffed at.
Maybe he only realized how beautiful Hogwarts is at this time.
"I can't go back if I want to go back. Only when Professor Nick Lemay realizes that I am in this era can I return to Hogwarts under his guidance."
Ian He also wanted to solve Riddle's problem first, but he really couldn't open the time and space channel by himself. After all, there was no such big Ben in this era that was embedded with ancient time converters.
"This is really the most terrifying thing I have heard today. Before you chase me and come here, you never thought that you might not be able to go back? The error may be yours within a span of more than two thousand years. Half of his life." Riddle made a sharp comment, "To be honest, I think you should go to Gryffindor."
I don't know if he was swearing or really thinking from the bottom of his heart Yes, he is a reckless man.
"I believe in my alchemy professor, and..." Ian was fine if he didn't mention this matter. When he mentioned this matter, he felt very angry. He handed the wand to Riddle's nose again. .
"What you said is clearly going back to Wu's Orphanage! Go back to your youth! Is this your youth? You haven't even formed a fertilized egg at this time!"
Ian's magic wand It was almost overwhelming Riddle's nose. "I'm talking clearly... starting from scratch..." Riddle, threatened by the blow-off nose, quickly retreated. His hands were tied behind him and his neck were worn by Ian's custom collar. Not to mention using magic, even mobilizing the magic power in my body, Ian's collar could blow up his head.
God knows where a second-grade student got the dragon blood explosives.
The potion that really explodes.
"Can you two outsiders stop arguing? I was the victim who should have been sleeping beautifully in the bedroom. Well, I will be arrested and deal with a dirty wizard."
It is estimated that I can be separated by a distance. The "priestess" who was taking tributes in vain was gnawing fruits again. She changed into a heroic armor, and did not hold a scepter in her hand, but took out a giant sword from somewhere.
The giant sword that was wider than her body.
"I just want to get rid of the curse I was hit, and I didn't want to be an enemy of a legend..." Riddle's voice became much smaller. After being cleaned up, he was honest in front of the "priestess" Extremely.
"Haierbo can kill him, and the curse you encounter will naturally disappear. This is different from ordinary black magic. It is a means of "assimilation" established based on the power obtained by Haierbo himself." The Priestess shook the giant sword in her hand, not as reluctant as she said, but instead felt eager to try.
"Is that true..."
Ridel's pupils flashed slightly.
I don't know what I'm thinking. "I bet he was thinking about playing tricks and tricks again." Ian couldn't help but make a big alarm when he saw Riddle's reaction. He knew this thoughtful expression too well.
"Don't make everyone think as bad as you." Riddle rolled his eyes at the little wizard and shook his hands tied to his back hard.
"I don't have a magic wand, I don't have a hand holding the wand, and there is your bomb around my neck. What are you still worried about me? By the way, the wand you pounced belongs to your classmates, not to me." Riddle He didn't have the consciousness of being imprisoned at all, and he even scathed and complained. "I don't think Mr. Lucius Malfoy would care about the loss of a wand, otherwise he would have to have a new son." Ian didn't care about whose wand he had pleated. Whether he could bring Malfoy back was a question. Maybe Malfoy has been turned into that weird mummy now.
Just when Ian was wondering whether Malfoy's life would be great.
"Your Highness, we are ready."
Prince Ryan came over neatly with a group of priests in robes and spells carved on their faces, and Ian watched in it. There are four or five kinds of people wearing robes of different colors.
This even included the group of priests he saw in that temple. The little girl Kassandra was also among them, and was protected by the high priest of the temple with his hands and waved to Ian happily.
"What kind of situation is this?" Ian saw hundreds of priests, that is, hundreds of wizards, and he felt that this scale could fight a wizard war in future generations. .
"I am just an incarnation, not an original body. What I want to deal with now is a legend of becoming an angel. Of course, we need to gather all the powers that can be gathered."
"In addition to the Night Watcher, All the wizards in the city are here." The goddess in the armor rolled her eyes, feeling that this little wizard knew nothing about the weight of the legend.
Of course.
In fact, it wasn't Ian who underestimated the enemy.
He mainly feels that quantity cannot make up for the quality gap. "I thought you were the main output, and you could solve Haierbo by going up and going out to five or two." Ian looked at a group of priests who were probably the same level as he had not yet entered school.
Tell the truth.
He began to feel scared.
"Of course I am the main force, but I am just the main force of the meat shield. The most important thing to solve Haierbo is to rely on you. Can't you tell that my clothes are just a meat shield?"
"Is there any Have you played Fighting God Chess, don’t you know my character is a meat shield?” After hearing this, the "priestess" turned around a few times to show off his armor.
And the giant sword that swung the wind.
"..."
The little wizard was speechless. His eyes turned to Cassandra, "Even if you are right, will it be inappropriate to join a child in this kind of battle?"
really.
Cassandra may be a talented prophet, but she obviously has not a high level of magic. She may not even be considered cannon fodder in the battle involving legendary wizards.
Faced with Ian's concern.
"Don't underestimate her, she is the key to victory." The "priestess" who carried the giant sword just smiled slightly, then walked forward and took the lead by the bows of a group of priests. people.
A team of wizards.
Heading towards Mount Vesuvius in a mighty manner.
These priests have their own flying methods. Ian was dazzled by the blooming flying props. He had a stronger and stronger idea of breaking the monopoly of flying brooms in the future.
"What should I do? I can't use magic." Riddle saw the wizards flying away one by one, and Riddle stared at the little wizard beside him helplessly.
"Of course I'm taking you."
Ian grabbed Riddle, and then his whole body turned into a ball of white mist, soaring into the sky, carrying it and shaking inside. Del also rushed towards Mount Vesuvius.
"This is a tricky application of human deformation."
Riddle is very interested in Ian's flight method. He has no control over the ability to turn himself into black fog. He only feels that Ian's magic was used to his heart.
"If you are lucky enough, you have a lifetime to think about this in Azkaban." When Ian landed, he threw Riddle directly to the ground.
Ridel, who was facing the ground like a dog eating shit, was not annoyed, but spit out a mouthful of dark mineral soil, stood up silently and looked at the dilapidated temple that he had just left.
The night sky is like thick ink, pressing heavily on the earth, covering everything in the world in a dead darkness. An ancient and gloomy temple, hidden in the night when you can't see your fingers, is like a dormant giant beast, exuding a terrifying aura.
The outline of the temple is looming in the darkness, and the old walls are covered with mottled traces of time. Occasionally, a few extremely strange green lights emerge from the gaps in the temple, flashing and jumping like ghost fire, for this dead silent The scene adds a bit of creepy meaning.
It was like a building that rose from the ground, and it had just emerged not long ago. A lot of soil and some plants were still among the bricks and tiles of the temple. The breeze was filled with the breeze. Swinging. "What are they doing?" Ian came to the goddess in the temple of the Great Look.
Because he arrived late, he only saw a group of priests chanting spells and casting spells at the temple. One by one, the magic was released from their hands and building a layer of magic cover.
"I can feel the evil soul inside, so these priests are in the space and time in the sealed temple. In this way, Haierbo can avoid escaping from other time or place."
"This is a very important thing to deal with the legendary wizard. If necessary, you will never imagine how many trump cards the legends have. I have heard that a legend named Meilin has cried several gods like a loach. "The goddess who mentioned this matter was still scared, and I don't know if she was one of the cheated ones.
"Hairbo also mentioned Merlin, but if I remember correctly, Merlin should be after your time?" Riddle, a general student, studies history well.
He asked his own question carefully in confusion.
"Before asking such a question, think carefully in your mind, what does legend mean?" The goddess sneered and ruthlessly mocked Riddle's short-sightedness.
Riddle thought something. "What does it mean?"
The little wizard asked.
He has always been troubled by the legendary road. "It means you have to make yourself the core of a story and run through history." The goddess didn't hide anything, she glanced at Ian with a deep meaning.
"As for the specific story, it depends on your ambitions. The easiest thing is of course to be a dragon-slaying warrior, but I think that's not the way you want."
This person The goddess' eyes seemed to be able to see people's hearts, with a deeper depth that was brighter than the stars, as if she could see through the body and directly see other people's souls. "I can feel that your path is greater than great."
She suddenly spoke.
The words are vague.
It made the little wizard confused.
"Challenge of legends, this should be the core of a certain story, but I don't know whether it conforms to the rules that run through history." Ian is more concerned about whether his legendary path can be smooth.
"Maybe."
The goddess's answer was vague.
It was at this moment.
The shield covering the entire dark temple was finally perfected. All the priests crawled to the ground and maintained the shield as one magic node after another. "Let's go." The goddess took a step forward.
Ian was about to follow.
A small hand held Ian's hand from behind.
"God, do you need me to sing for you? I heard you are going to fight against a terrible and evil scourge." The little girl Kassandra looked worried, and her tender face looked up at Ian. She was the only person who did not participate in the magic ceremony just now, probably because she was still young and did not learn that kind of magic. "If you think it's necessary, of course it's okay." Ian touched Cassandra's head and put a bracelet on the little girl's wrist. "It will bless you with peace."
Ian still remembers the eruption of Mount Pompeii. Originally, he planned to mobilize the residents of the city before the volcano erupted, but no one expected that the trouble of Haierbo would arise, so he had no time to consider the idea of mobilizing the whole process, so he could only settle for the second best. Saving someone is a person.
"This should be a gift!"
Kassandra looked at the bracelet on her wrist in surprise. "Just a simple alchemy prop." Ian smiled softly.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Looking back at the priests who were prostrating to the ground, he quickly followed the goddess and was held in his hands by the goddess. It seemed that he had played the role of the shield and was reluctant Riddle.
A soft singing came from behind him.
Idiotic and wonderful.
"The first cheerleader was born early."
Ian did not look back.
He held his wand tightly in his hand, and the temple was still extremely quiet, as if he didn't care about their arrival. However, just as the three of them stopped at the gate, the heavy gate of the temple roared and slowly opened. An old and mysterious aura came to my face, accompanied by the creaking sound of the door shaft turning.
The movement seemed particularly harsh in the quiet night. The open door is like a huge black hole in the dark, unfathomable. Even in this strange atmosphere, the slowly opened door seemed to be inviting these uninvited guests to enter and invite them to step into the depths of this temple full of unknowns and mystery.
"This is not a scene of asking you to get into the trap, is it?" Ian was a little confused, but the real reckless man had already rushed in with Riddle and the big sword.
"..."
Ian could only keep up. The moment I crossed the threshold, a biting chill rushed up from the soles of my feet. The inside of the temple is much larger than it looks from the outside.
The walls are covered with glowing runes, which squirm like living things, changing shapes. The ground is some kind of dark stone, and you can feel a subtle vibration when you walk on it.
It seemed as if the entire temple was alive.
"Where is Haierbo?"
The reckless goddess looked around, her eyes were as bright as daylight in the dark, like two little suns, and also provided Ian with a lot to borrow. light source.
"Avada Plague!"
Ian was also not vague.
Let’s expand the field first. A stream of green halo was like a substance, spreading in all directions with him as the center, bubbles on the ground were like boiling. "Haha."
In the silent temple.
A little disdainful mockery sounded. "It's him! Haierbo!"
Riddle covered his eyes in horror. His eyes were extremely hot, as if some kind of force was eroding his soul. Black ravines appeared around his eye sockets with naked eyes. "Ridel, you really did not disappoint my expectations." A hoarse voice rang out.
It seems to come from all directions.
"You are actually a spy!"
The reckless goddess held Riddle's neck tightly.
She was lit up, and the dazzling golden light suddenly shone on every dark corner, illuminating the entire ground with the temple of Avada plague.
But it didn't show where Haierbo was.
"No! I don't! I'm not a spy!" Riddle panickedly and grabbed the reckless goddess's hand tightly with both hands, but the reckless goddess' hand was like iron pliers that he could not break free. .
"Is there a possibility that he was just being used?" Ian almost rolled his eyes when he saw Riddle. He could clearly feel Riddle's fear and grievance.
"Under the feet! Under the feet!"
Even though he exhaled more and had less air intake, Riddle still tried his best to spit out two words. He seemed to be afraid of something, his voice was terrifying. After hearing this, Ian lowered his head and saw a black shadow lurking under the plague of Avada.
"What is this!"
Ian quickly controlled his Avada plague and retreated to swallow the black shadow. However, it seemed like it did not exist. There was no way. Touched by magic. "Damn it! It's a silent nightmare!!" The reckless goddess lowered her head and saw a few wisps of swimming black shadows beside her, and she exclaimed incredible exclamation.
It was probably because of conditioned reflex that she jumped into the air.
"..."
Seeing this, the little wizard rushed into the air.
"What the hell is this!"
Ian set off a fierce fire and merged with the Avada plague, but he still couldn't hurt the shadows at all, just like they and I Yes, and this world are not in the same dimension.
"It is a special life that feeds on memories and secrets. Those who touch it will be pulled into dreams, peek into hidden memories, and even secrets that you may have forgotten."
The tone of the reckless goddess I explained nervously.
"You are a goddess, afraid of special lives?" Ian was puzzled. Even though the only one here is the will clone, it is always where the gods are.
Heard the little wizard's questioning.
The reckless goddess showed a grey smile that was worse than crying.
"Guess where this kind of life was born?"
She actually wanted to be a riddleman at this time. "Can't you just say it straight! Let me go! No! Take me out!" Riddle, who was lifted up, screamed loudly.
He looked at the dark shadows appearing on the surrounding walls, and did not care about offending any gods. He felt the horror and threat from his soul.
"Simply put, gods will also suffer from diseases, and this creature is born from the diseases of gods. You can completely treat it as a virus nourished by the body of gods."
"I will do it too." The contagious goddess was also panicked, "The Silent Nightmare can't be contaminated with me, otherwise they can use the help of swallowing my memories to distort the past and the future and the entire history. This is the Silent Nightmare The most terrifying thing is that they have the ability to modify stories that have been frozen!"
said.
The light on the reckless goddess was almost blinding Ian's eyes.
She could see that she was really worried.
"Phantom moves! Quick! Phantom moves!" Riddle felt more and more frightened as he heard it. He had never seen such a magical creature and shouted at Ian at the top of his throat. "Can't move... we block this temple..." The reckless goddess' voice was very weak, and she felt guilty. After she finished speaking, she laughed from all directions. "It seems that his target is not me and Riddle, but you." Ian saw the most silent nightmare around the reckless goddess, and immediately realized Haierbo's plan.
This guy... wants to kill the god, or seize something that belongs to the gods!
"Think about a solution!"
While speaking to the rather useless goddess, Ian waved the wand in his hand. A silver light lit up on the top of his wand, and Arianna's patron form was appearing.
This trick is indeed useful.
The silent nightmare beside him was forced back a little by the light of the guardian saint.
However.
The silent nightmare on the side of the reckless goddess has increased instead of reducing.
"No! You are not the patron saint!" The reckless goddess found that her big light bulb was not as microscopic as Ian's wand, and immediately looked at Ian in shock.
Of course.
Seeing the silence and nightmare around, the reckless goddess didn't care about delving into Ian's secrets. "There's no choice! You can only use your trump card!" She growled.
"Use it quickly! Use it quickly!" Riddle's face, who was lifted up, had already climbed up some silent nightmare.
"Is the ontology coming?"
Ian was also somewhat looking forward to it.
However.
"No."
The Reckless Goddess gritted her teeth and denied his speculation.
"I won't let my body come to such a place full of viruses...so..." She suddenly raised her head and shouted at the dim ceiling of the temple. "Father! Brothers! Sisters! Help!" Her voice was full of penetration and soared into the sky.
It is indeed a big killer weapon and a big trick.
It can only be said that the goddess is worthy of being a goddess, and her voice is really not comparable to that of a mortal.(The end of this chapter)