In myths and legends, cyclops are terrifying creatures that rival the gods. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It has great power and can control the magic of thunder and lightning, but the most terrifying thing is the eye......

Different cyclops have different powers, such as curses, clairvoyance, copying magic, foreseeing dangers, and even using illusions.

The one-eyed is their symbol, synonymous with fear, representing the dark age that was ruled by the Cyclops thousands of years ago.

If the cyclops wakes up, the whole world will tremble at its feet.

Aven's consciousness floated above the red magma, silently looking at the massive monster below.

Is this the Cyclops who once fought Gryffindor?!

It's so powerful, I can't depict it with the naked eye alone......

It can only be said that people can't raise the idea of resisting.

The so-called giants like Kakus and the tall horses were nothing more than dwarfs in front of him.

Like the contrast between an ordinary person and the strongest giant, fragile, small, and vulnerable......

As for humans, in the eyes of the cyclops, they are nothing more than larger ants, and they are trampled to death if they are not careful.

Evan remembered that Ravenclaw had said in her memory that even the ancient warlocks would not dare to provoke the Cyclops.

He looked away from the terrifying Cyclops, no longer at the boiling magma below.

Immediately afterward, Evan noticed thirteen protruding semicircular stone platforms at the edge of the core, on which stood strange wizards in black robes.

Their heads were shrouded in the shadow of their hoods, and they couldn't see their faces, and they were waving their wands and chanting incantations quickly.

Magical energy emanated from the wizard's body, and complex magical patterns gradually appeared.

Behind them, there was a black oval gem on the rock wall, surrounded by intricate dark green patterns of magic.

The hexagonal pattern and the mysterious magic pattern are intertwined, and the esoteric ancient font is slowly condensed.

It's slow, but it's progressing.

Little by little, they converge towards the center of the magma, like vines crawling all over the walls.

The magic continues, the magma below churns wildly, and an unpredictable mysterious force is being born.

The ongoing ritual, and the magic of the dark wizard's mind, gave Evan a premonition of unease.

The cyclops in the magma is not dead, it just falls into a deep sleep to regain its strength, and these dark wizards are trying to wake it up.

Whether these guys know what they're doing or not is just as crazy as summoning an evil god.

Evan wanted to go over and stop them, but he was only conscious and couldn't stop them now.

It's hard to say whether everything that happened here is real or not, but he gradually calmed down, and the picture he saw might just be a dream, a dream that was absurd to the extreme.

Wake up the cyclops, what good can these dark wizards do?!

The monster below woke up, and the first sacrifice was the Dark Wizard standing on these platforms.

But the dream is all too real, and there will never be a shortage of such irrational madmen in the world.

Evan looked at it for an unknown amount of time, and then, he noticed a translucent teenager smiling at him.

He blinked, only to realize that this was a Gryffindor, a Gryffindor from his youth, probably only about seventeen years old.

Gryffindor's mouth was always smiling, and his face was slightly green.

He didn't have that scar on his eyes yet, his eyes were smart and his short red hair looked young and handsome, and his body was full of countless vitality.

He didn't speak, just waved his hand at Aven, and the silver-white scabbard appeared in his hand.

He wasn't a memory or a fragment of his soul now, but a thought that remained on the scabbard and couldn't recognize Aven.

Gryffindor handed the scabbard to Aven, and as soon as Evan took it, a piece of information came to mind.

From this information, Evan knew the ins and outs of the matter.

Spurred on by the power of the Philosopher's Stone, Gryffindor's thoughts on the scabbard caught Aven's.

It brings the Cyclops' momentum and the image in front of him to Aven, hoping that Aven will stop the evil ritual that is going on.

It didn't know the purpose of the ritual, but it couldn't let it continue, that would be the worst possible outcome.

The Gryffindor in front of Aven was not him, but a thought that appeared under the brings of great power, simulating the appearance of its former owner, and it noticed the power of the philosopher's stone used by Aven, and the magic in this philosopher's stone was homogeneous to the power on the scabbard.

It believes that Evan is a descendant of Gryffindor, and hopes that he can stop this......

It's really incredible, in this thought, Evan can't even communicate with the other party.

After relaying all the information to Aven, the silver-white scabbard turned into a cloud of light and slowly disappeared......

To find out more, you have to get your hands on the real scabbard so that you can communicate with Gryffindor's mind, know what the dark magic is going on, and why the dark wizards are trying to awaken the Cyclops deep in the core.

The red and blazing heat faded away, and the surroundings turned into darkness again, pitch black, and Aven floated silently.

The tiredness returned, and this time, he really fell asleep!

In his sleep, Evan heard someone calling his name, as if it was Sirius.

Sirius told him that they had formed an alliance with the giants because of his prowess, and that as a condition of the alliance, Kakus and Goma had made a request to marry their daughter to Aven, two lovely giantesses......

Combining with powerful wizards is a tradition of giants.

Evan disagreed, he didn't need a giantess.

But no one listened to him, and everyone had exaggerated and weird smiles on their faces.

He struggled, but he couldn't muster his strength.

In this way, Evan was stripped naked by the giants and rudely thrown onto a large bed made of rock, the one used by Kakus and his wife.

Evan struggled, but couldn't make a sound, as he watched as two young giantesses approached him.

They were the daughters of Kakus and Gao Gaoma, one about the same age as Evan and the other about five years older.

From Aven's point of view, these two giantesses are really big and well developed.

The older one was as tall as two Avens, and the younger one was more than half a body taller than him.

They climbed onto the bed, and Evan gasped as he watched the two giantesses merge into one in front of them, turning into terrifying cyclops.

The weight became heavier and heavier, and the pressure increased, and Evan was ruthlessly pressed into a meatloaf in an instant.

He struggled, opened his eyes violently, and by the time he saw the light again, he had already woken up.

At this moment, he was lying on a bed, as if in some cave.

Evan gasped, feeling the images and dreams around him gradually overlap......