Chapter 206 205: Promotion! Great power! paradox!
The disaster caused by Haierbo has subsided, but the eruption of the volcano is still continuing. The surging magma is like a huge wave, sweeping and swallowing everything between the land near the volcano.
No wailing, no wailing sound, only the roar of the volcano echoes between the sky and the earth. If it were not for the protection of the Sun God's divine power, no one in this disappearing civilization would have survived and witnessed it.
The song of reliance on the dead souls gradually subsided.
All the priests also became confused.
"What should we do if the rest of us?"
A priest looked sad and spoke in a sad tone. He asked for help from the infinitely brilliance of the Sun God, and the Sun God could only give a wave of comfort in a sigh.
"Life with the regret of the deceased." The great power of the gods may be able to do a lot, but they are powerless to do anything about the inevitable fixed points in history.
As they cannot stop the arrival of the Gods' dusk.
Sometimes.
Knowing is more tormenting than not knowing. "Father, why is this little guy still not awake?" The reckless goddess kept checking Ian's situation. She circled about ten circles around the glittering Ian.
The little wizard kept his eyes closed, and the aura emitted from his body made her feel more and more palpitations - it was like a rabbit facing natural enemies, and she had an uncontrollable urge to drive her to escape.
"I will wake up when it's time to wake up." The Sun God said nonsense. Perhaps even he couldn't tell when Ian would wake up, but he still had to pretend to maintain his majesty as a father. .
The reckless goddess has no doubt about him.
He just raised his hand and turned open Ian's eyelids. Ian's shining eyes were filled with oppression, and the reckless goddess was so scared that she quickly pulled her hand and took a few steps back. "It's so evil."
She couldn't help but mutter.
Ian has no perception of what happened outside. Ian's soul is undergoing qualitative changes, staring at the patterns in his own thinking becoming clearer.
In the world of consciousness.
The image that had been blurry before gradually became clear, as if a thick layer of mist was slowly pushed away, revealing the essence hidden in it. It was a deep and mysterious picture - there were two scarlet spots in the dark like the fire of hell suddenly When it lights up, the light is not dazzling, but it carries a breathtaking power.
"This?"
Ian stared at the clear and changing image. He saw the scarlet red gradually becoming more and more substantial in the twist. They were two eyes, cold, deep, full of Ancient and unknown charm. They are eyes, and as time goes by, the outline of the picture becomes clearer, and a cold raven gradually appears.
Its feathers are as dark as ink, and each of them seems to contain endless mysterious power, flashing with a glimmer of light in the darkness. Ian's breathing became rapid. He could feel a mysterious charm flowing over the pattern, as if it was an ancient authority, and a whisper at the beginning of the birth of the universe.
"Is this my legendary authority?" Ian could sense that the paradoxical authority that flowed to him before came from his clear legendary essence.
It was a force beyond common sense, a domineering that represents "plunder" and "occupation". It is now flowing into Ian's thoughts and integrating into his soul.
This is why Ian felt paradoxical authority.
The power that should belong to Haierbo was like an invisible river, gushing out of the raven pattern, flowing through every inch of his flesh and blood, and finally gathering in his soul and becoming a part of him.
This feeling of plundering power is both strange and familiar, as if it was chosen by some ancient law in the universe, giving it the supreme privilege of exploring taboos and rewriting rules. "This is too amazing. Am I too supermodel or is this legendary person already supermodel?" Ian was shocked by his own situation, and his mood was as fluctuating as waves.
certainly.
Now is not the time to think about how powerful this authority is. Ian could feel that his body, soul and even consciousness were undergoing subtle changes.
This is undoubtedly a transformation.
The transformation from ordinary to higher level. During this transformation, Ian felt an unprecedented wonderful feeling of pain and pleasure intertwining. His body seemed to be pierced by countless tiny needles at the same time, and every cell was cheering and as if it was under tremendous pressure.
Maybe.
The normal life span of a legend is less than a thousand years, but the legend will also have a life span and body that far exceeds that of an ordinary wizard. The arrival of this moment will make the legend's body no longer a shortcoming.
"No wonder many legendary wizards are practicing both matter and law!" Ian couldn't help but sigh. He could sense that his body and magic were leaping in the process of promotion.
Thinking becomes more acute, and can easily capture the slightest changes in the surrounding environment, and even the dust flowing in the air can be perceived without eyes.
The surge of magic power in the body was no longer the same state as before, but began to flow in an orderly manner that he had never experienced before, as if every trace of magic power was given to life.
They dance at a certain mysterious rhythm, as if they are conducting special rituals all the time, which makes a change similar to "wish power" begin to breed in the magic power. This will increase the effect of magic power by an unprecedented increase, enough to allow more magic to exert beyond imagination.
"Legendary and ordinary wizards are indeed the difference between heaven and earth."
Ian truly understood at this moment how heavy the legendary wizards are. The reason why legends are transcendent and ordinary is because legends no longer exist. Then there are serious mortals.
The same magic is very different in the hands of legends and ordinary people.
The existence of legends has surpassed the limitations of common sense. Their power is no longer subject to ordinary rules, but is approaching the gods who are high above and lie in the clouds.
Although it does not have divine nature, magic power is also beginning to approach divine power. This makes the legendary wizard not only enhance its power, but also has a kind of understanding and control of the rules.
"So that's it."
Ian finally understood why simply improving magic can't help him to become a legend.
The legendary road is not only the accumulation of magic, but also the continuous exploration and understanding of the essence of the world. This must be to integrate yourself into this world and leave indelible traces.
It is also called "story".
This stage.
Step one step further.
It is the legendary wizard like Haierbo who dreams of reaching the long-range level of God-of-all, of course, there may be more than one choice.
Real world.
Ian slowly opened his eyes. The light on his body was gradually consolidating, and his mood reached a calm moment. He knew that he had completed the transformation from ordinary to legend.
From today.
He has engraved his own imprint in history.
"Hey! Wake up!"
The Reckless Goddess rushed to Ian's side immediately, raised her hand and pinched Ian's face without any sense of boundaries, "The feel has not changed." , Are you really a legendary wizard now? "
"This is the first time I have witnessed the birth of a legendary wizard." Her tone was filled with emotion. As a young god, she was still There are many opportunities to enjoy the first time. "Then you are blessed. I will be the most amazing legend you have ever seen." Ian saw the sun god not far away, and the other party was staring at him with a complicated look.
"What does it mean?"
The Reckless Goddess was a little surprised. "Mutation, I've mutated." Ian didn't tell the truth, but he couldn't be said to be a lie. He walked to the only cliff near the volcano with green vegetation.
The power of the Sun God protects the place very well, and it doesn't even make everyone feel the terrible high temperature. Otherwise, everyone would probably have to directly become very cooked dried meat just by enduring the high temperature of the volcanic eruption. .
"Actually, I don't quite understand this situation."
Ian stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind pouring from all directions, with a pungent smell of sulfur and scorching ashes, thrusting against his face, his wizard robe roaring in the wind.
The city at the foot of the mountain no longer exists. The once bustling streets and towering buildings are now swallowed by the hot magma. The fiery red river meanders and turns into ashes wherever it passes. Thick smoke rolled up, covering half of the sky. Occasionally, fires flashed in the smoke, like the eyes of hell peeking at the world. "Do you need me to share the position of God with you? Do you need to go further?" The Reckless Goddess is also a kind-hearted guy, which is of course related to her contractual relationship with Ian. "I don't think I have to."
Ian chose to refuse decisively.
His response shocked the reckless goddess.
I am afraid that any wizard who faces such an opportunity will find it difficult to understand his decision. However, Ian would make such a choice, so naturally there is a reason why he would make such a choice.
Faced with the reckless goddess's gaze that Ian was ignorant of having a "high fever" and losing his mind, Ian smiled softly, "Becoming a legend has suddenly given me a new vision for the future."
"Just...is this really correct?" Ian's tone was a little confused, as if he was asking for advice from the goddess beside him, but more of it seemed that he was still talking to himself Like thinking.
"Why is it incorrect? It must be like this. Merlin, I know him. He wants to become a god and wants to be crazy, but he doesn't have the luck of you. He can't meet a generous god who I like to share."
< br>The goddess of reckless men looked a little bit disdainful of Ian. What she was most afraid of was that the little wizard died, and she would inevitably become a short-lived god with the death of the little wizard.
This is the main reason why she is willing to share her position.
"In my time, Merlin was an unattainable mountain, and all wizards could only look up to. Now, I am standing in the same position as him."
"If he really longs for becoming a god as you said, then I might have seen the possibility that he did not see." Ian stared at the scene of destruction.
There was a raging fire in his pupils. "Speak a little bit, no, say something God can understand."
The reckless goddess rolled her eyes directly. "It means I want to continue on the wizard path, I firmly believe..." Ian slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and his palm towards the burning ruins.
His movements seem to be understatement, but they carry a mysterious aura and oppression. "The scenery that no one has ever experienced before is right in front of me." Ian's tone and movement were neither hurry nor slow. His shining magic wand seemed to contain the power of changing the world.
See only.
As the little wizard's fingers swept, an invisible but powerful wave rippled out of his body. The wind suddenly stopped at this moment, and the ashes in the air seemed to be frozen by invisible force. Hover in mid-air. An invisible force began to spread between heaven and earth.
That is the authority of the paradox, the mysterious force that transcends time and space and challenges the laws of nature. In the right hands, it began to exert the power that Haierbo dared not even imagine.
The next moment.
The strong wind suddenly became more and more violent, making a shrill whistling.
"Rumor!"
The huge movement resounded throughout the world.
The sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the crimson gushing volcanic ash above were torn apart, as if the universe was sending the final warning, roaring at the arrogance of Ian's defiance of nature.
"What are you doing."
The reckless goddess swallowed, her golden robe fluttered in the wind, but her eyes were full of confusion. On the other hand, the Sun God, who saw this, had a trembling body and a look of shock.
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"You..."
He wanted to raise his hand to stop him.
But it was not enough.
"I'm proving that wizards have all the possibilities."
Ian ignored the warnings of heaven and earth.
The authority of the paradox was completely released at this moment.
"Since it is my story, I like real fairy tales."
Ian whispered softly.
His eyes remained calm.
The disaster process of the doomsday continues, but he presupposes a result.
So.
What happens in the process begins to lose meaning.
…
The bright sunshine shines on the wide streets, and the marble-paved pavement reflects dazzling light. There were many shops on both sides of the street and vendors were shouting loudly.
The air is filled with the aroma of fresh bread, spices and wine. The residents of the ancient city wore brightly colored robes and drove between the markets to live a busy life.
Laughter and conversation intertwined into a lively melody-this once glorious city is now full of vitality, as if time has gone back to that prosperous era. In the square where sin happened yesterday, the fountain splashed everywhere, the children chased and played, and the artists played the harp.
The singing is melodious.
In this thriving scene, Ian stood in the shadow of an alley, carrying the unconscious Malfoy on his shoulders, and holding Riddle, who was tied strongly by a magic rope in his hand.
Since he regained consciousness, Riddle has been as honest as Neville. Even when Ian tied himself into sausage, he chose to use his mouth to help Ian die of knots.
Who could have thought this was the unruly Tom? "You are such a real madman."
A voice of emotion came from behind. Ian turned around and saw the reckless goddess leaning against the wall, holding her hands in her chest, in her eyes With a little fear and admiration. "This is not just a transcendence, but also a blasphemy to nature." She still remembered Ian's behavior yesterday, and it was an attempt that no one dared to think about.
No one can afford the cost of failure.
And such behavior is almost doomed to fail.
But... a miracle happened again, a miracle greater than a miracle.
"Maybe, at least this city is still alive, and my story ending must be satisfied." Ian was breathing heavily when he spoke. Of course, this was not the physical quality that a legend should have, but However, a wizard who was somewhat overdrawn should be as weak as he was. Even so, Riddle still didn't dare to turn his eyes. "Go back, let's go back quickly." He missed Hogwarts very much, longing to go to his own affiliation with Azkaban. He felt that he could only get the peace he wanted there.
"Don't worry, it's right away, I've already felt the call of time." Ian looked behind the reckless goddess, and Kassandra, wearing a simple white long dress, was staring at him with a passionate admiration.
"My Lord, are you leaving?" The little girl looked up at Ian with reluctance. Her eyes were like clear lake water, and her delicate face was more than any crazy believer. Be faithful.
"Of course, I don't belong here." Ian chuckled and gently rubbed Cassandra's hair. He was quite good at the first person he knew in this era. emotion.
After all.
Who wouldn't like children who treat themselves as gods?
"Will you meet again?"
Cassandra mustered up the courage to ask.
The eyes were full of reluctance.
"I'll meet again, surely." Ian's hand gently stroked Cassandra's eyebrows, where the originally dim raven's claws were rendered into a dazzling ray by his hands golden.
The story always has its final chapter.
The guidance from later generations began to appear, unlike when I first felt this power. Ian can now clearly sense that the power of time is shrouding himself.
The torrent of time is coming towards him, and the power cannot resist and cannot escape. "See you in two thousand years." The reckless goddess has now regained her sense of being a royal sister. She can obviously feel this power, and she smiled at Ian with a smile on her back against the wall. "See you two thousand years later."
Ian's expression was a little complicated, and he wanted to speak but stopped. In the end, he still did not choose to tell the reckless goddess what happened two thousand years later. She actually turned into a A skeleton rack that has lost its memory.
A dazzling light illuminated.
As the light dissipated, Ian carried Malfoy and dragged Riddle, and his figure disappeared from the spot. Kassandra looked at the place where Ian disappeared with a melancholy expression.
The same is true for the reckless goddess.
But the two people think differently. "It's time to go back."
The Sun God appeared quietly again.
He sent a majestic command to his daughter. "Okay, father."
The reckless goddess slowly withdrew her gaze. "I haven't had time to ask what kind of scenery he saw on his way forward after becoming a legend." The goddess of reckless men sighed with regret.
She still couldn't believe that history had really been rewritten. "Didn't he say that, he's still a wizard." The Sun God seemed not confused about this, but his eyes flashed, his expression was serious, and his voice had a complex feeling.
"The wizard can't do all this, nor can you or other gods." The reckless goddess always felt that Ian didn't tell the truth. There was no way. Her perception made it difficult for her to accept such an answer. . "But he did it, right?"
The Sun God looked around and showed his patience rarely.
"Yes, so this is something I can't understand." The reckless goddess wanted to ask her father, the great sun god, for advice, and she felt that she would never forget yesterday in her life.
"You only see the appearance but not the essence. Of course it is difficult to understand. Child, you need to learn to use your brain. Your brain should not be just a decoration."
< br>The Sun God is obviously also a poisonous side.
I feel quite sorry for not being able to make steel.
"What's the essence?"
The reckless goddess was still confused. Perhaps her super brain at the god level was calculating and told her that the quickest way to get the answer was to ask her father. "This is the essence of his words." The entire prosperous city reflected in the eyes of the Sun God, and He also passed this vision to his daughter.
"Child, the ancient god has woken up."
"He is practicing his own way with actions and using facts to prove the truth he firmly believes in - a wizard is the god, and you and me , and all the gods in the sky are just... false gods,"
The Sun God sighed softly.
"In his eyes, this is the so-called scenery he saw."
He spoke in a low voice.
Tells out the contempt that He is seeing in the little wizard.
(This chapter ends)