Sandwiched between two of the most evil dark monsters, Evan felt very bad. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He wanted to do something, even if it was a spell.

However, his arms were too heavy to lift.

He felt his magic, the philosopher's stone suspended in his chest, and the glow of the philosopher's stone on the altar not far away slowly merge.

It was because of the presence of the red light mist that he did not die at the hands of the evil gods and Voldemort.

"As long as I can get that half of the Philosopher's Stone......" Looking at the half of the Philosopher's Stone on the altar, such a thought came to Aivan's mind.

As long as he can fuse the Philosopher's Stone, he can use its powerful magic to break the curse on his body, and then solve the evil gods and Voldemort.

Thinking of this, he struggled to raise his wand and aimed it at the Philosopher's Stone on the altar.

What is usually easy to complete, at this moment, Evan feels extremely difficult, and time seems to be as long as centuries.

"The Philosopher's Stone is flying!" he shouted, using all his strength.

This is a flying spell that summons objects.

For a few seconds, Evan looked at the Philosopher's Stone with hope.

But it didn't even move, and in the fierce confrontation between Voldemort and the evil god, all the magic was out of control, and the magic was not working.

Tormented by the curse, Aven's weak magic power was unable to summon the Philosopher's Stone at all.

In front of him, two monsters were fighting over the Philosopher's Stone on his chest, and the mighty forces were fighting, colliding, and erupting around him, with no regard for his life or death.

In the twisted vortex of magic, Aven's consciousness grew weaker and weaker.

He couldn't use magic anymore, his eyes were dark, and his headache was getting stronger.

Now, all he could hear was the whispers of the evil gods and the terrifying roar of Voldemort.

Evan knew it was going to end, and that's it......

He was about to lose his hand, both physically and mentally.

Whether Voldemort or the evil god wins the final victory, it has nothing to do with him.

Vaguely, Evan saw a figure suddenly appear in the chamber, appearing at the focal point of the battle between vampires and monsters, its waist-length silver hair shining silver.

It's Dumbledore!!

He finally arrived, and Evan was overjoyed and sobered up.

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone with a cold glow, palpitating.

Evan had never seen him like this, and there was anger in his cold eyes.

Dumbledore looked around and raised his wand high.

White magical light spread rapidly outward around him, like waves on the water, dispelling Voldemort's monstrous black flames and whispers of the evil god's curse.

With Dumbledore's intervention, the evil gods and Voldemort concentrated their scattered forces around Evan and the nearby altar, and they fought with all their might.

The two monsters seem to have made up their minds to solve everything quickly.

In the midst of the magic stirring, Evan felt his soul leave his body.

He floated upward, through the thick rocks, above the centaur ruins.

There, he saw once more the splendid centaur city, and the beautiful place that only appeared in dreams, at his feet.

The battle between the evil god and Voldemort seems to have been a long time ago.

Looking at the white clouds slowly drifting past him, Evan pondered, wondering why he was here.

But his mind was blank, just as the gray color of the world.

"Is this what death feels like?" he muttered, looking at his weightless body, "Have I become a ghost and remain here forever!"

Knock, knock, knock, a loud drum suddenly sounded!

Following the sudden sound, Aven slowly floated downward, and he saw a large number of fallen horses gathered in front of the river's crossing.

In the real world, there is only a thick layer of sand left there as the river has dried up.

Now, indeed, it is a river that flows down from the mountains, through the Centaur tribe, and into the depths of the Albanian woods.

Many of the Fallen Centaur ancestors walked out of the ruins and gathered there, and like Aven, they were milky-white, translucent bodies.

Following in the footsteps of the centaurs, Evan floated towards them.

On the ferry is a very big boat, which is amazing.

The ship was long and narrow, longer than all the ships Evan had ever seen.

It is intricately carved and painted with purple and dark green paint, with a peculiar exotic style.

Aven descended to the ferry, looking curiously at the ship.

Above, a monster resembling a white toad was beating a drum, and it seemed to hold the bones of some kind of creature in its hands.

The monster's head is a cluster of pink tentacles with no eyes.

Evan looked at the monster and didn't feel scared.

On the contrary, he had a gracious eccentric feeling.

To the sound of the drums, the horses who had already gone up beckoned to him and motioned for him to follow suit.

There was no expected attack, and the centaurs seemed very friendly.

The state of the whole space is strangely weird, obviously very abnormal, but everywhere is peaceful, as if everything in the world should be like this.

Evan hesitated for a moment, then followed along.

Because he sensed something attracting him, he was very curious about what was happening in front of him, and wanted to see what was going on.

The ship slowly started, and the horses were silent.

They held Evan tightly in the middle, and Evan saw clearly.

Directly in front of them was no longer a dense forest, but a terrifying evil god that had just appeared.

Raindrops began to fall in the sky, dark red rain.

As in the vision, everywhere the rain went, on the ground, on the rivers, on the trees, everywhere began to foam with blood.

This is followed by layers of green film that look disgusting.

They are like green mosses or algae that suddenly grow several times taller, appearing and covering one by one, and strange plants that do not belong to the earth begin to emerge.

In the rain of crimson blood, rapid growth.

The wriggling tentacles of the evil god were like the roots of a giant tree, and the fanged, bloody jaws were aimed in the direction of the ship where Evan was.

You have to change your direction, and if you go on like this, you will eventually be devoured by the evil gods.

A cold wind blew, and Evan came to his senses.

In an instant, the strange feeling of peace that had been surrounding him disappeared, and he saw that he was surrounded by countless centaurs with cold faces like undead.

Not far away, the strange creature beating the drum was not as kind as before.

It looked so strange now, with countless pink tentacles on its head, covered with tiny fangs.

The souls of the Fallen Centaurs around them are rapidly dissipating, being mercilessly devoured by it. (To be continued.) )