"Is this what we're going to capture?" Sirius pointed to the golden light that was firmly bound by the chains, the ice-blue chains and the golden light reflected each other, giving people a gorgeous feeling.

"Don't touch it. Dumbledore reached out to stop Sirius' death.

"What's wrong?" Sirius was puzzled, after the sacrifice lifted the blockade of space, Sirius's whole person seemed to come to life.

"Is there a defense on this, can it be lifted?" Dumbledore asked, he really asked Van Lin, even he wasn't sure.

"I can only trap it. "I don't think it's a physical thing. ”

As if to prove it, the chain shrank slightly and sank into the golden light.

"I thought, I can try. The priest walked over slowly, he still held the staff in his hand that had not faded, and the whole person looked very sacred.

Fan Lin felt that the power in the sacrificial body was unprecedentedly strong, but he was very weak mentally.

"It's a spell that he can transform a stone slab into a port key that can travel between different dimensions. ”

"You mean, it's really just a spatial node, but I feel the danger on it. ”

"Some means of defense. The priest said, "Since it is a seal, there must be some defensive measures. ”

"What should I do, do you want me to let go of it?" said Van Lin, the ice crystal chain rattling, and the golden divine pattern on it faintly radiated light.

"You still need to be maintained. The priest said, and then he whispered to the two clergy next to him.

One of the worshippers nodded respectfully, and the magic array presided over by the priest left an indelible impression on these worshippers who had not seen miracles.

This is naturally beneficial, a stronger faith, and a yearning for God, and at the same time, a little more awe for this two-hundred-year-old sacrifice.

After a while, a deity came up with his hands touching a stone tablet.

"Move it to the top of the slate. The priest said slowly, as if it was very exhausting, and Fan Lin saw that the priest's face was a little flushed.

"Good. Van Lin nodded, although the chain was very mana-consuming, but with the support of the Philosopher's Stone, this was not a difficult task for Van Lin.

His arm shook slightly, and the chain followed the other's arm as if it were an extension of the arm, and Van Lin had no repulsion at all for the chain that was integrated into him.

The chains shook slightly, and then with a slight twitch from Van Lin, the chains sank into her body.

As soon as Jin Guangyi broke free from the control of the chains, he beat uneasily as if he had gone crazy.

"Quiet. The priest said softly, but there was an irresistible power in his words.

Of course, this is only for people.

The uneasy beating of the golden light seemed to anger the priest, the priest snorted softly, he stretched out his finger a little, and the golden light was fixed in the space as before.

The priest wrinkled, he bit the tip of his tongue slightly, and then a bloody sword spurted out of the priest's mouth.

Fan Lin's blood was mixed with some golden blood, but the blood forced out by the sacrifice completely presented a white gold color.

The sacrifice seemed to have received a lot of damage, and it was no surprise that this blood gathered a lot of essence.

"Mr. Sacrifice. Fan Lin said anxiously that for such an aging human being, such a mouthful of blood is undoubtedly very life-threatening.

Even for young people, such a bite comes at a great cost.

Fan Lin wanted to say that with his blood, he felt that the golden mangs in his blood were far more appropriate than the blood of this sacrifice.

The priest shook his head, his fingers trembling a little, and with a slight touch, the blood slowly poured on the golden ball of light.

As if ice water had been poured on the flames, Van Lin heard the slightest sound.

These golden rays of light seemed to have melted, and when Van Lin saw it, it was as if the scorching metal had been extinguished, and some dark golden divine patterns gradually emerged from the golden ball of light.

Fan Lin saw that these divine patterns were all remnants of the chapters, and Fan Lin knew why these broken patterns appeared around the stone slab.

The dark golden runes slowly floated into the stone slab, reminding of the natural general, these broken runes perfectly combined with the mutilations on the stone slab.

Gradually, a layer of misty golden light appeared on the top of the stone slab, and Fan Lin saw that the writing stone slab began to melt, and all the divine patterns began to spread outward.

One kind of person looked at everything in front of him in amazement, and these methods were obviously beyond everyone's imagination.

Van Lin felt that he was really eye-opening, beyond Nicolame's alchemy, the god pattern of the detached theme was still incomplete, and it could be preserved in the space for such a long time.

"The power of the gods. Dumbledore said, amazed at what he saw, beyond her capabilities.

The fusion and reorganization seemed to be coming to an end, and a burst of divine golden light flashed, and all the brilliance disappeared into a weak scepter.

Seeing that the priest was a little powerless to grasp the scepter, Van Lin stretched out his hand, and the chain quickly fixed the scepter.

Having learned the previous lesson, Van Lin was afraid that this thing was flying out.

"Don't be nervous. The priest said, his figure swaying slightly.

"My old friend, you're alright. Dumbledore said, holding the sacrifice with one hand.

"It's not as bad as I imagined, these forces have given me some feedback, and my attrition is not as bad as I thought. The priestess spoke, and some golden light began to reflect back from the scepter.

"Is this, Harbor Key?" asked Van Lin, puzzled, he felt a great power in it, a mixture of the power of faith and divinity.

"Ah, to be exact, this is the key to the Second Realm, which is much more powerful than the port key. ”

"Together with the Second Realm?" Van Lin wondered, "Parthenon is not in this world?"

"This world is not enough to hold the real Parthenon in a larger dark plane, the battlefield of the gods. ”

"A battlefield of the gods?" said a few people, as they seemed astonishing.

First the gods and their enemies, then the Book of Abraham and the World Tree, and then to Greece, the year seemed to be a little too fulfilling, and if you were not careful, you would have destroyed a legend like Dumbledore.

"I can choose not to, Mr. Sacrifice. ”