Chapter 215 214: The God in the sky, Killing the Witch Pan!
Helheim, a world shrouded in death and coldness, everything here is dyed with black and white tones, as if even time has been deprived of its due color.
However.
Even in such a world where everything is neither black nor white, Ian still has a normal color state, which is obviously because Ian is not affected by this world.
Although the lives on this land were deprived of their bodies and magic and turned into black and white, Ian, the young legendary wizard, still maintained a normal feeling.
His existence seems particularly abrupt in this dead world.
Not only was it not deprived of magic, but even the body still existed, without even a slight discomfort, which was in sharp contrast to Merlin's appearance that was already in a soul state.
Merlin is not a big fuss.
As long as a normal brain, anyone may realize something is wrong. "How is this possible?" Meilin murmured in a low voice, unable to understand everything in front of him. He knew the rules of Helheim, and any life that set foot here should abide by the rules of the world, regardless of its strength.
"Uh..."
Ian looked down at his hand. The cold wind in the underworld was whistling, making him feel a hint of chill, but it did not affect his finger sensitivity.
"I don't know either." Ian blinked and pretended to be confused. "I am just a twelve-year-old wizard, and a child. What can I understand Helheim?"
"In fact, this is the first time I have been away in the past few days. I should have been a little bully in school at this age..." The little wizard was not innocent.
But he was still telling the truth, with a sincere face, and a hint of confusion in his eyes. How to say it, Ian was really confused and he really knew nothing about this area.
after all.
This may be the past in Merlin's eyes, but it represents his future, full of unknowns. Ian couldn't even think of why he had created such an area.
Is it that I really died and built a tomb for myself? Ian was not uneasy, but his curiosity became stronger and stronger. He was not the kind of wizard who could not accept the end of his life.
Death is just a new beginning.
Ian believes this more than anyone else.
"You know how the door is opened, but you don't know where it is? Huh? You really don't know?"
Merlin stared into Ian's eyes, trying to see some clues from his expression. However, Ian's eyes were clear and sincere, without any trace of lying. Merlin's prophecy also told him that Ian's words were indeed not mixed with any falsehood. This immediately surprised Merlin's expression. "What a strange little guy..." Merlin didn't continue to ask, but just looked at Ian deeply, with a complicated look flashing in his eyes. "Follow up."
He looked into the distance and walked.
The movements of the "demigod"-level wizard became much more cautious, and his eyes were flashing with a glimmer of light, obviously trying to predict the possible dangers ahead.
In this place where legends are buried, even Meilin dared not be careless or careless. Perhaps Merlin was deprived of his magic, but he was not deprived of his ability.
Just like Morgan, the manifestation of cognition is the authority of the soul. Of course, there is also a trace of special bloodline that makes Merlin's soul different from that of ordinary wizards.
"Is there really a treasure here?"
Ian followed Merlin. It was not that he didn't believe in adventure stories, but that he just didn't believe in his integrity. In his opinion, only fools would do things like burial objects.
Wealth that was not spent during his lifetime is not called wealth at all. "Yes, I have a sure source of information." Merlin responded, but did not explain much, and they continued to move along a tortuous path leading to the distance. There is a dead world everywhere, under the gray sky and the dark earth, there is no sign of life.
This deadly atmosphere makes people feel an invisible sense of oppression, as if every step is moving towards the abyss. The bone-bone cold wind made Meilin's soul look more transparent.
But Ian just tightened his clothes, feeling like he was staying in a room with air conditioning overturned. He kept following Merlin and observing the surroundings.
This is like using Merlin as a buffer for preventing crises, almost trying to keep pace with Merlin and keeping her body within Merlin's coverage at all times.
There may be some dogs.
But it is completely wise.
The great wizard Merlin is definitely the best defensive shield. There is no way, let alone my own in the future, even Ian now can think of ten thousand ways to prevent being robbed.
Ask yourself.
How could he be careless?
"It's a bit strange. I didn't encounter a trap or a tomb-guarding beast." The more Ian followed Merlin and did not encounter any danger, the more uneasy he felt inside. "Do you know anything?" Merlin looked back at the little wizard.
Ian looked around at the lifeless environment, "No, I just guessed. I think if it were me, I would definitely have buried ten thousand surprises in my tomb."
My Lin was slightly stunned, and then his expression was strange, and his eyes looked around were even more alert.
"Indeed, it's too calm, completely different from what I expected. I thought I would encounter a silent nightmare here, but I never thought I wouldn't even see the soul of an animal." Meilin frowned, with a hint of solemnity in his tone. His hands formed some kind of seal at any time, as if he could release magic at all times.
"Silent Nightmare? What do you say?" Ian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and speak curiously when he heard the familiar noun. He had only encountered such evil creatures in the ancient city of Pompeii not long ago. "I've learned some information. Medivh once managed a goddess of fate and raised a group of silent nightmares, but no one knows what he wanted to do with silent nightmare." "I thought it was used to guard the tomb..." Meilin obviously did a detailed study of the tomb and the owner of the tomb, but it was obvious that he found that his research and speculation might not be completely correct. "Uh, is the control you mentioned? I understand? Is it serious?" But Ian's focus was on other places, making Merlin speechless and wondering how to respond.
"Anyway, be careful." Merlin sighed, feeling that he and Ian had a communication barrier. Perhaps this is the disconnection of ideas that people from different eras have to face.
What gossip news is there to worry about at this time? "I've always been very careful." Ian hid in Merlin's shadow, constantly protecting himself along the way. He didn't know how much he could be careful.
It was at this moment.
The path ahead suddenly broke out and two completely different roads appeared. One road is still black and white, while the other road is faintly filled with a colorful light, as if tempting them to move forward. Meilin stopped, frowning, as if he was hesitating, and the glimmer in his eyes flashed frequently.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes... Although Merlin's prophecy ability is powerful, it seems to be subject to some limitation here, but his expression is becoming more and more serious. Obviously, he did not predict too much useful information.
"What do you think?"
He turned to ask for help from the magical Ian. "Which path do you think we should go?" Merlin asked tentatively. He always felt that Ian was hiding something, so he felt that Ian might help determine the right direction.
Ian looked at the two paths and quickly weighed the pros and cons in his heart. "I think both are dead ends... If it were me, I would definitely do this." Ian spoke softly, but there was also a feeling of uncertainty in his tone.
"Uh."
After hearing this, Meilin's expression became even more serious.
He obviously felt that what Ian said made sense. "I can't see the right direction." Although Merlin was working hard to do his prediction, after a while, he sighed helplessly again.
"Let me see..." Ian walked forward, first observing two roads that could not see the end, and then hesitated and uncertain.
See only.
The little wizard gently waved his wand. The next moment, the two roads in opposite directions gradually disappeared, and then another road that did not exist appeared in Qianshi.
Black and white and colorful dots of light are flying, intertwined, forming a bridge of correct colors, endlessly reaching the end, leading all the way to an unknown direction. "Oh, good luck, this is amazing." Ian turned his head to look at Merlin with a surprise expression.
But I found that Merlin's eyes were staring at him.
"Yes, it's amazing." Merlin's eyes couldn't help but twitch, and the expression on his face kept changing - he didn't believe it was a coincidence! "Master, hurry up, lead the way." Ian scratched his head awkwardly and walked behind Meilin again. Such cautious operation made Meilin sigh unstoppable. "Can you take some courage?"
Despite complaining, Meilin raised his footsteps, and the two walked to the suspended bridge and kept moving forward. The scene behind him began to become blurred.
It seems to be crossing to a deeper level of space.
"I'm a little afraid of heights."
Ian carefully glanced under the bridge. It was the bottomless darkness, but he could see countless shadows, storming in the darkness below the bridge.
That was...one dementor after another. The cold wind was still continuing, and Ian gradually realized that the coldness of this world might be related to countless dementors.
After all.
A dementor is almost the same as a super cooling air conditioner.
"Did you see it?" he said to Merlin.
"Yeah."
Merlin was also observing the dementors below. The dark world had no negative impact on the legendary wizards, and they could also see the essence of things in places without light.
"They didn't fly up to attack us." Ian could see the dementors' state, probably in a semi-sleeping state, wandering unconsciously in the darkness.
There was a stone tablet behind all the dementors. They didn't know what they meant, and there were no words carved on them. They just bent the back of the dementors. "I don't think this would be a means for Mediev to protect his tomb. Soul-capturing monsters are just troublesome creatures." Merlin shook his head and withdrew his gaze.
"Maybe this is not a tomb at all." Ian raised his hand, and snowflakes were floating, falling on its hands, showing an extremely white color.
They are constantly melting, but there are no water stains left. Compared to snowflakes, perhaps these white spots are more like ashes, just floating from nowhere. It may come from the same person or from different people, and it may even come from the world.
Thinking of this.
Ian quickly wiped his hands on Merlin's robe and took out an umbrella from his purse. He continued to follow Merlin.
The black and white tones are gradually dyed with other colors, but the plum forest in the soul is still white.
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"Huh?" Ian was still observing the dementors under the bridge, wondering if the new Azkaban was feasible. Suddenly, he hit Merlin's back directly.
It turned out that Merlin suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Ian looked up and followed Merlin's sight. He saw that at the end of the bridge, a palace floating in the sky stood in the dark void.
The palace is magnificent and majestic, with huge stone pillars and spires looming in the dark, like a sleeping giant beast. The shadow surrounds the palace like dark clouds.
The shadows sometimes condense and sometimes disperse, suppressing and heavy. Not only that, in front of the palace, there is a throne looming in the gaps in the shadows.
A human figure seemed to be sitting on it, but most of it was blocked by the shadow.
"Is that Medivh?" Ian couldn't help but look serious. He frowned slightly, and he could not see clearly even if he tried his best. He could only turn his head to look at Merlin.
However.
Merlin did not respond.
Just staring at the shadows in the sky. "What's wrong with you? The great wizard?" Ian found Merlin's face pale as paper, fine beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead, and an unprecedented solemnity appeared in his eyes.
This scene made the little wizard feel a little uneasy and uneasy. "What is that?" Ian judged that Merlin was definitely scared.
"Gu~"
Merlin even heard the sound of swallowing saliva in her mouth.
"You guessed rightly, Medivh did leave surprises for the intruders, but this surprise is not the kind of continuous trap we had expected."
"I think, I already know why we can get here smoothly... There is no need for other protective measures here!" Merlin's voice was hoarse and trembling.
"What does it mean!?"
Ian couldn't help swallowing and looked up at the magnificent palace again. I saw that with their arrival, the shadow surrounding the palace began to roll violently.
The figure on the throne slowly opened his eyes.
"Gravekeeper?"
Ian raised his wand.
But Merlin's hands were trembling. "No, it's not the gravekeeper, but... God!" Merlin tried his best to calm down his mood.
He never thought that Medivh would leave his tomb guardian in this way. The body of a god was enslaved as a tombkeeper, which was far beyond his imagination.
At this time.
Su Xing's figure moved his neck and leaned forward, and his lifeless face appeared from the shadow. It was a zombie-like face, with dry skin and deep eyes, and the empty eyes were burning with blood-red light, like two burning stars, full of a substantial sense of oppression that made people chill.
"Medivh! He actually enslaved a dead god!" Merlin looked up at the great existence in the shadow, turned to look at Ian who had already pointed his wand at the sky beside him.
"What kind of god is it?" Ian held the wand tightly with his hands, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. It was not that he was scared, but that his mood was so violent.
In the future, I am so awesome?
"God of War, Ares."
Merlin tried to stabilize his mind.
However.
His voice attracted the gaze of the figure on the throne.
This legendary demigod suddenly felt the terrifying majesty that was pressed against Mount Tai.
"We need to declare war on God, are you afraid?" Merlin gritted the bullet and forced himself to withstand the pressure. He looked at Ian, his voice speaking very solemnly and serious.
"Are you afraid?"
Ian asked back. He thought Meilin would smile freely, then say some passionate words, yelling about bonds, friendship, etc., so he rushed forward first.
However.
Didn't think about it. "Aren't I afraid I'll ask you?" "Merlin spread his hands.
The response from the heart without any image of a great wizard was given.
"????"
The little wizard was stunned.
This is different from Merlin in the biography.
Just when he was about to complain. "If you don't worship the gods, your true life has been lost!"
The figure on the throne was already like a loud sound, and he slowly stood up, his movements were stiff and slow, but every move still had a terrifying power. The darkness around him seemed to have become thicker because of the appearance of this terrifying existence, and the shadows twisted wildly as if they had life.
Merlin suddenly felt like he was facing a great enemy, and his magic aura was soaring wildly that he could cast spells. Compared to Merlin's reaction, the little wizard suddenly stiffened.
The body of the God of War Ares spoke, but this sentence made Ian very confused.
"Is our name on the Reincarnation Monument?"
He spoke tentatively.
The God of War Ares's broken face suddenly looked at him. This dead body and brain may not work well. After seeing Ian, he was stunned for a moment and his expression gradually became confused.
"This is different from what we agreed...Medivh."
After a long time.
The beautiful figure sat back.
His eyes were staring at Ian.
The sound of running through heaven and earth seemed to contain the unbearable weight of life. Fortunately, Ian and Merlin were not ordinary, so they would not be destroyed by the spirits.
"What did you agree on..."
Ian was just about to ask.
But I felt my side face hot.
It turned out that Merlin had jumped out of eight feet away this time, staring at him with an extremely wonderful expression - the wizard king's eyes were also very wrong.
"What did he call you?"
The Wizard King's voice was even more powerful than he had just trembled.
He had thought that Ian was a descendant of Medivh, but... at this moment, Merlin only felt cold on his back and his scalp was numb like never before.
This great wizard couldn't help but think about it.
Combined with all the previous ones.
Merlin has realized a very terrible problem - as the saying goes, he will be killed by others, so he must have been killed!
(This chapter ends)