For a long time, Aven had faced the castrated evil god Helbo, and every part of his body was astonishingly powerful.

How strong Helbo is in the state of complete victory is completely beyond the imagination of the world, even if Helbo is still a human wizard at this time, even if he does not intuitively show any spells, but the aura he exudes alone is enough to make people feel frightened.

It is the fear of pure power itself, the fear of death and the unknown hidden in the depths of the soul.

Evan had never felt such a powerful aura of magic, nor had he felt it in the Hogwarts Four.

Under the eerie light of the ruby, everything that touched the eye was plated with an ominous layer of red.

In the face of this dark wizard who stood at the top of human history, the uneasy premonition became more and more intense, what kind of feeling is this, death has fallen, and the instinctive fear is enveloped in my heart, and I can't linger.

A voice is frantically telling you that the end is coming.

If Helbo is allowed to complete his magic, if he is turned into a terrifying evil god, then the heart of this world will stop beating.

All will die and become part of the newborn god of death.

The wizards in front of the temple also felt this breath, and the battlefield changed rapidly, dozens of wizards floated up and flew straight towards the top of the temple, silver, red, blue, and green magic light flashed in front of them, and spell runes and emblems appeared out of thin air, and the magic exuded great power, with amazing power towards Helbo and the ruby in front of him.

"Ridiculous rebellion, my empire will be the only home in this world. ”

Helbo's voice rang out in the hearts of all, with excitement and endless madness.

"Surrender, my magic will succeed, no one will be able to stop me, and you will have the privilege of seeing death come. ”

"Hahaha, such excellent flesh and blood, giving your soul will prove your worth. ”

"Slaves, stay here and serve me, and accept my gifts with open arms. ”

Dense black magic runes flickered in the air, blocking all attacks for Helbo, and the familiar shadow of the evil god began to emerge, thousands of feet high, and the flesh and blood were quickly gathered and formed by Helbo.

The wizards' attacks became stronger and stronger, and the entire space was occupied by the glow of spells.

A huge silver sword was summoned by the wizards, and the dazzling light dispelled the red light of the ruby, and the entire space shook, and the giant sword slashed towards Helbo, but a huge basilisk immediately drilled out from under the temple.

The basilisk's body was severed, and the silver sword lost its power.

With a powerful swing of the wand in Helbo's hand, the severed basilisk began to transform, turning into black smoke, and struck the nearest wizard at great speed, shrouded in black mist, and the wizard let out a heart-rending roar, and was swallowed into a pile of skeletons.

Not to be outdone, the wizards used magic to resist the invasion of the black mist, and transformed into a variety of powerful magical creatures, monsters and demons to join the battle, attacking the evil god that was taking shape, and the battle was beyond imagination.

Evan has no intention of watching, and if he continues, he will be implicated sooner or later.

Without the protection of the Time Path, whatever he did would be a serious time-altering act, with catastrophic consequences, and the space was becoming more and more unstable due to the wizards' magical battles with Helbo.

Cracks in space and time appeared around Evan frequently, tearing at the magic around his body.

Even Gryffind's Philosopher's Stone couldn't withstand such consumption, and cracks began to appear on it.

Evan had a hunch that he would not be able to maintain this state, and that if he continued, he would surely die.

Before his mana ran out, he had to get out of here and go back to the right time, even if it was back to the point in time when the Ravenclaws opened the door to death, or any point in time better than staying here.

Evan struggled to control the mana to trigger the Time Converter, brutally infusing the remaining mana into it, and regardless of whether or not doing so would render it completely useless, the hands of the Time Converter began to turn again, faster and faster.

He heard the voice of time again, and the last scene before him seemed like the end of the world.

Under the attack of the wizards, Helbo also left the top of the temple and floated, flying towards the newly born evil god, the space was collapsing, and in the black mist, his body began to change, and soon he lost his human form and merged with the evil god.

Eventually, he became the Grim Reaper!

What happened next, Evan didn't know, the scene around him changed again, from clear to vague, and then began to change, he quickly shuttled through a time tunnel, the magic around his body protecting him.

This image lasted for a few seconds, and the huge consumption depleted the mana stored in the Philosopher's Stone.

By the time Evan felt that he had reached his limit, the surrounding scene gradually began to solidify into an entity.

A crimson glow shrouded the world, and huge rubies floated silently at the top of the temple.

There was a deathly silence around him, and a sense of mystery arose.

"What time is this?"

Evan looked around, the terrible battle was over, and he could see the temple complex below in tatters, but the "Eye of Death" was still there, and it should be some point after the battle between Helmo and the wizards and before the Ravenclaws opened their doors.

I don't know who won the battle or if both sides were defeated.

Evan didn't see Helpo, and the hands of the time turner didn't stop turning, but they were turning slower and slower.

The magic of the Philosopher's Stone could not propel it forward, not even allow Evan to break free from the shackles of time.

He is in a strange state, fixed here, between reality and nothingness, a part of time with magic, and it can even be said that he is time itself, and an indescribable feeling emerges in his mind.

Time moves forward at a speed visible to the naked eye, Songhai Cangtian, every second may be centuries, but this makes no difference to Aivan, time seems to have lost its effect here, and the scene in front of him has never changed again.

Only the traces of the passage of time remain on the temple building, proving that time is still changing, and that the magic is passing quietly to reach a new equilibrium, and Aven is carried forward, maybe this way he can return to the right point in time, maybe it will go on forever, like the scene he saw in the maelstrom, the consequences of the chaos of time.

I don't know how long it took until a man in a black robe appeared in front of the temple.

Evan recognized the man's identity almost immediately, it was Salazar Slytherin!

The young Slytherin was even younger than the few times Evan had seen before.

Standing in the square in front of the temple, a mountain of flesh and blood that had been piled up long ago, and now there was nothing left, Slytherin stared at the "Eye of Death" at the top, then turned to look at where Evan was, and seemed to notice him.

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