Inside the rock-made pyramid, on the wide dueling arena, the power of darkness is shrouded.

The dark ritual laid out here runs again after a thousand years of sleep.

This time, the challenger is not a slave or a criminal, but a challenger who seeks to gain God's wisdom.

"Millennium Eye, the prop for creating demons, at least this one must be obtained."

The presiding officer of the ceremony was the priest who guarded the thousand-year-old artifact thousands of years ago.

In Egyptian mythology, the pursuit of immortality after the death of the soul is not the immortality of the body, so all the priests have the means to transform themselves into another form.

For example, merging with these created monsters.

The monster dressed as a priest in front of him was transformed by the mysterious archpriest.

"Outsider, since you can get this far, you can make a request."

The face of the high priest shrouded in the shadow of the hood, no expression could be seen.

"I hope to be able to get the inheritance of Egyptian black magic and dark alchemy."

“·······”

As if surprised by this request, the archpriest in front of him was silent.

Dumbledore hoarsely coughed a few times on the high platform.

He is the only one who has come to this point.

The continuous high-intensity combat not only consumes magic and physical strength to maintain the summoning of monsters, but also needs to deal with the traps that can be found everywhere from time to time, which is too tiring for them.

The others couldn't hold on halfway and retreated.

Although they were not directly harmed, they felt some pain every time the summoned monster was hit hard.

This is a direct mental blow that is difficult to resist.

Even if there was a joy potion prepared in advance, which allowed them to hold on for half a month, it would be useless now.

The sense of joy created by the elixir of joy is just a false feeling, and it is completely useless under the emotional impact of the frequent death of the monster.

Later, they drank this potion as water, and they could not squeeze the slightest happiness.

Dumbledore was able to survive because of his extraordinary willpower.

"Outsiders, this is not an easy thing to do. Even in the past, the selection of priests was a tedious and difficult matter, and I'm not sure if you fit the bill. ”

"However, if you can overcome me, you can accept the inheritance of an artifact, and you are also qualified to read the royal family's collection."

"In this way, I can point out the inheritance of the priest for you, and you can go to the library and look through it yourself."

The language used by the priests is the ancient Egyptian secret language, which is suitable for sacrificial occasions and is understood only by the superior people.

Dumbledore had made a great effort to learn the language before coming here.

Don't look at the dark game that seems fair, in fact, there are pits everywhere.

If you don't observe carefully, or if you don't prepare well, it's useless to break in.

For example, in this level, if you can't read the inscription, you won't understand the rules, and you will die in the mouth of the monster at the beginning.

If you don't know the language of the Egyptian high society, you won't be able to communicate with the priests here, and you will lose the opportunity to inherit artifacts and make requests.

Quietly, this dark game has screened out the inadequate.

People who don't understand the habits of ancient Egypt, people who don't understand ancient Egyptian culture, people who don't have enough strength, people who are too greedy, people who are not humble enough············ It's all about the little details.

"So, let's get started! Dark game! ”

The dark power shrouded him, and the priest on the opposite side personally fell, and a slender and vigorous figure appeared in the white light.

"Blue-eyed white dragon, destruction, jet, wind bomb!"

Not to be outdone, Dumbledore floated up behind him, wand in hand and sword in the other.

"O elf who lives in my heart, defeat the enemy before me for me!"

The magic in his body surged, and he used all the magic he had learned all his life to fight hard.

The white light of destruction, countered by the magical flames of the wand.

"It's now!"

Among the metal cards in his arms, the one with the portrait of Gryffindor at the bottom lit up.

It was a magical material obtained from the hands of the tomb keepers and tomb robbers, combined with the alchemy mastered by Dumbledore, and was created to be used in this moment.

At this critical point where the spiritual will is highly in tune, he is incomparably deeply in touch with his own heart.

"I choose······ Gryffindor! ”

He took the Gryffindor Sword of Hogwarts with him and threw it at the moment.

This is the treasure of Gryffindor, a weapon that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is housed with the power of legend and faith, and under the effect of this ritual magic, it can truly manifest power.

The vague figure materialized, and the face could be vaguely seen to be seven or eight points similar to Gryffindor.

As soon as the sword fell into the hands of the monster, the elf born of Dumbledore's faith devoured the sea and snatched the dark power from around it.

"Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, the greatest leader of the White Wizards, a name sung for thousands of years, an attack power of 3700, a garrison power of 3000, a wizard clan, and a nine-star level."

On the other side of the gladiatorial arena, there was a man with glasses, looking at this place in amazement, and the elf in front of him had never heard of it.

"The current point in time is 1990, has this kind of near-god elf already appeared at this time?"

Observation Point, 1990, April 13, 19:08, Muto Shuangroku Records. Notes: The reappearance of the dueling elves, the birth of the near-god elves. ”

The sound echoed in the aisle, but it was not heard by the two men who were dueling.

"Gryffindor, a master of swordsmanship, is the leader of the White Wizards, has been through a hundred battles, and once defeated an ancient fire dragon, so, according to the rules of the Dark Ritual, his lethality to dragons will increase."

With Dumbledore's beard, the dark power that had calmed down around him set off a small-scale vortex of magical power.

The Gryffindor-like elf, his breath rose slightly.

"Then there's the sword that Gryffindor carried with him during his lifetime, a magical sword with magical effects created by the magic of the Norse elves, which will continue to increase his strength."

Kouhu was once again recognized by the Dark Ritual, as if there was a mysterious will presiding over the ritual, Gryffindor bowed slightly, this time anyone could see that the sword he was holding was attached to a layer of powerful magic, and the Dark Game recognized the sword.

"Finally, for the sake of the wizarding legacy, for the sake of Hogwarts, for the sake of all of Europe········ You have to win this one! ”

Dumbledore continued to talk nonsense and trash talk, secretly adding all kinds of magic to the elf that he had created from all his impressions of Gryffindor, and then drew his spear and flew towards the archpriest.

Gryffindor entangled the blue-eyed dragon, and Dumbledore confronted the archpriest.

"I realized a long time ago that if you want to defeat you, you can't do it without paying a price, so I learned the tactics of a warrior!"

During the battle, Dumbledore roared again and again, with a wand in one hand and a spear in the other, and his bronze eight-pack abs made people dizzy to watch.

"See the power of modern alchemy!"

Dumbledore stabbed the High Priest with a spear, and then, from the bag on which the Traceless Stretch Charm had been applied to his waist, he pulled out a light machine gun.

Then, the roar of metal resounded throughout the pyramid.

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