"Calling the gods—"

Owen on the back of the silver dragon, riding the wind and snow, waved his wand.

"Guards—"

The next second.

The cry of the phoenix came proudly from somewhere on his body.

His wand shook rapidly, then spat out a large cloud of silver smoke.

Then, the tip of the wand became brighter and brighter, and a phoenix with a divine fire burning all over its body, with its head held high, spread its wings.

This time, its cry was so crisp, so warm.

It's as if the shackles that I was carrying before have completely dissipated!

After waiting for the phoenix to fly out completely, Owen suddenly aimed his wand at himself.

The tip of the staff is pressed against the temple.

A slow, silvery-white memory, like a myriad of silk threads, was pulled out by him. He raised his wand slightly.

Memories are blown away by the wind and snow.

The dexterous phoenix caught it.

The next second.

Owen's gray eyes flashed with a silver rhythm.

His gaze seemed to be connected to Phoenix's body.

"I see~" Owen sighed softly.

Through the filter of the Patronus.

He finally saw the true colors of the alien monsters that looked like they had grown hair.

"No wonder every monster's head is the head of a variety of animals. It turned out to—"

It turns out that those are the patron saints of wizards!

The animal's head, like a cocoon, protects the last consciousness and soul of the wizard.

This is both a shackle and a hub of manipulation.

The unknown outer gods, through the consciousness in the cocoon of bewitching insects, control these dead people.

This is an extremely efficient control.

Far stronger than the Imperius Curse.

In that cocoon, the whispers of the outer gods may be repeated all the time.

After understanding all this.

Owen knew right away what he was going to do at this point.

As long as he could tear open the cocoon, these dead beings would naturally be free from the control of the outer gods.

What will happen after that, he doesn't know yet, but it's absolutely fine.

In the next second, the sacred phoenix swept over the heads of the dead.

Owen stood atop the dragon, indifferently staring at everything below.

The divine fire above the wings fell like stars, descending on the heads of terrible monsters.

But not burning.

It's agitation.

Every bit of starlight is full of his most pleasant emotions.

These will be catalysts.

It is to awaken the consciousness in the cocoon, give them weapons, and allow them to attack the monster's body from within.

"Bang!"

A strange, shattering sound sounded like something.

The glimmer of the wings fell on a dead man with a lion's head on his head.

Then, in the eyes of many high-walled horsemen, extremely shocked.

The dead man suddenly froze.

Then he continued to swoop forward a few steps mechanically.

Then it stopped.

It stared blankly around.

Then came a heart-rending roar.

"Ahhh~~~"

Hold your head.

It's like stopping your head from exploding.

And its head is really constantly cracking.

A little bit, from nothing. The cracks quickly spread all over the animal's head.

Then there was a "bang".

The brain explodes.

A mist rippling with a silvery glow spread out of it.

Owen squinted his eyes with a cautious look he had never seen before.

The fog was so thin that it seemed to be blown away with a breath at any moment.

It takes on the appearance of an embryo.

Small, like a sprout!

"What's that?"

"How can there be such a thing in the head of a monster."

"Look, it looks like it's grown."

The centaur shouted.

Because they saw that with the blessing of the phoenix's strong emotions, the divine fire watered those embryos and grew rapidly.

Soon, a man with a vicissitudes of life, looking at a man in his fifties, naked, was born out of nothingness.

He looked at the sky with a figure on his silver back.

His eyes were full of gratitude.

"Thank you~" he said.

Then it glowed with a brilliant silver light.

Vaguely, Owen seemed to see a door, a curtain.

Free souls pass through the veil and set off on the next part of their journey, the greater adventure.

And his body left in this world is like a withered tree.

In the last silver light, it collapsed.

This doesn't end there.

The collapsed headless body shattered like broken glass, and then the souls of countless other creatures escaped from this prison.

Sail into the distance.

"Really?" Owen said in a deep voice.

"The body of the dead is just a box, they cannot 'digest' the devoured soul, and must find the altar in order to sacrifice the devoured soul to the unknown outer gods."

His gaze was clear.

Looking at the petal-shaped soul, like a falling flower, it was carried by the wind and floated into the distance.

Legend: In the countries of the Far East, there is a magical plant called the Blooming Spirit Tree.

When the blooming spirit flower blooms, it will connect to the spiritual world of a soul.

Drink the flower dew and open your heart, and you can start the journey of blooming.

The world in flowers, the projection fantasy that explains this world.

Stepping through the gate of yin and yang, shrouded in a cloud of white mist, you can reach the world of the dead in the form of spiritual projection.

Owen looked at the petals in the sky.

For a long time, he thought that this was just one of the myths and stories of the Far Eastern Dynasty. But today, when he saw the petals, he realized that in the wizarding world, mythology could be an objective description of history.

For example, the gods that Muggles have passed on by word of mouth are in fact nothing more than a group of daring wizards.

In that era of wizards and Muggles.

It is not surprising that the power of the individual is passed down through myths and stories.

———— take a deep breath of cold air.

Owen resisted the urge in his mind to drink a Blooming Flower Dew and see the Great Mother again.

It's not time yet.

He knows.

Maybe there will be opportunities in the future.

All around, the petals of the flowers float in the sky, and through the transparent stamens, you can see the souls of many flowers.

Most of them are not human, such as eight-eyed spiders, centaurs, or some other magical animal.

Looking at it, it looks like a sea of flowers under the high wall.

Owen didn't think they could all be resurrected.

for the flesh that bears the soul has been destroyed.

This ordinary dead person will first suck the flesh of the victim while devouring the soul.

Souls can be returned, but flesh and blood cannot.

The body is dead, the heart is stagnant. How can you be resurrected?

Corpse deceit!

- Rather, the one, who looks like an advanced version of the Dead.

In its blood-misting state, it seems to suck only the souls of its victims.

"Huh? Want to run? ”

Sure enough, unlike ordinary dead people, the Blood Ancestor retains a lot, and as a human consciousness, it is mainly the consciousness of responding to crises.

Whether it's a few previous encounters, or this time.

When he senses a danger or an injury that threatens him, he immediately flees to save himself.

Again, this time he didn't hesitate, not even the slightest dullness.

Before the phoenix could get close to him, it directly turned into a blood mist and rushed into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

It's a pity that blood mist is blood mist after all.

It didn't have wings!

Owen, who has already integrated his consciousness into the Patronus, can then manipulate the phoenix from a long distance.

"Qiang Qiang ~~~"

The loud phoenix cried, broke through the darkness, and chased away.

Everywhere I went, the dead underneath seemed to be reborn from a cocoon, petals and stamens reflecting the light of the guardian spirit, constantly spreading across the earth.

Almost the entire centaur city is paved.

Hagrid, Luna, and the horses had to squint their eyes.

In shock, through the thin seams of the nails, I stared in amazement at the shells that suddenly bloomed with flowers.

"It's incredible!"

"Is that the flower of the soul?"

"I've never seen such an amazing plant." Hagrid's careful wording.

He couldn't tell if the petals were real or not.

Because, all the petals, the moment they approached the living person, suddenly popped open like the opposition of magnetic poles.

It's as if your soul kicks out an outsider who is trying to take possession of your body.

Although the amplitude of the kick is particularly small.

So small that they had to squint their eyes, for fear that flower petals would really burrow into their eyes.

"Look at that~" a centaur screamed.

The crowd immediately looked away.

I saw that on the earth, when the light was lit up, the entire body of the dead seemed to turn into a soul tree.

The spreading roots of the tree, the upward branches are the other souls imprisoned in the box, turning into petals and scattering.

The body of the dead is like the main body of the tree. The fruit is the patron saint of the dead himself.

"The soul has returned to the tree?"

Owen looked at this scene, and a strong sense of déjà vu made him feel a sense of horror that the supreme will was watching the world.

"Delusional!" He said.

Then he calmed down and continued to control the phoenix to pursue the Blood Ancestor.

Everyone booed, silently looking at the back of Owen, who was gradually moving away.

At this moment, the young child showed a leader's temperament.

Everyone looked up. A silent expectation hung over him.

On the other hand, Owen was more relaxed than others imagined.

The process of chasing the Blood Ancestor was even smoother than he imagined.

The phoenix's spiritual fire fell on him.

It's like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil.

Legend: Death is baptized by spiritual fire, a magic spell that only serves the dead.

Owen's head suddenly popped up with such a message, perhaps the blessing left by the centaur sage Mr. Charon, and also included some knowledge from ancient times.

He wasn't much surprised.

Because at this moment, his head was indeed flooding with a lot of magical knowledge that he had never heard of, or even imagined.

It can only be said that in that ancient period when there were no taboos, the wizard was compared to now, and it can be called a whispering ghost.

Judging by Voldemort's brutality level, it is only the level of ordinary ancient dark wizards.

Even he can be called kind.

Because no matter how cruel Voldemort was, he always held on to his pride as a human being, as a wizard with noble blood.

Those dark wizards in ancient times, there was no trace of humanity.

Those evil experiments that would come to you even when you say it were rotten research at the time.

"Whew~"

Owen spat out some of his remnants.

Then he calmed down and began to attack the Blood Ancestor.

- The spiritual fire continued to burn his body, and his blood continued to boil and evaporate.

Soon, many holes appeared in his body.

It's scary to watch.

But that's not the end of it.

The same crack appeared on his body.

Like a broken porcelain doll, a cloud of silver mist came out with the flow of blood.

Then it kept tumbling, and finally it seemed to spit out.

His soul, his original soul, was laid bare in front of Owen's eyes.

It was a very handsome, very young-looking man. He has a very handsome appearance.

The wavy long hair shawl made his temperament somewhat similar to Sirius, but more evil.

I have to say, he is a very attractive young man.

Except for those hateful eyes.

Yes, as the culprit who killed him, Owen rolled his eyes and stood on the back of the silver dragon to meet him.

"Look at what! Do you still want to cheat the corpse? ”

"When a person is killed, he dies, and when you kill someone, be prepared to be killed. What are you doing staring at me now? ”

He said unceremoniously.

"I can only say that you are too vegetable, and you were killed in a sneak attack."

"From another perspective, I am now freeing you from the control of the outer gods, and you should thank me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the figure composed of silver mist opened his mouth angrily and said a word that began with 'F' and was automatically blocked by him.

Then there were words that began with 'S', and the scolding was intense.

Until, suddenly, a dark blue gate suddenly appeared on the earth.

Then, in the dazzling white light, many people came out.

This farce is over.

"It's an interesting study." Then a slim white and gray boy on crutches walked out.

He had gray hair and brown eyes full of joy.

Owen knew that joy, and that was the same expression when he discovered a new research topic.

"This finding is game-changing. We can look for cooperation. ”

He said to another older red-haired woman behind him.

Then he seemed to notice something.

Looking down from the sky, wand in hand, Owen looked at them cautiously with a frown.

The boy looked at him with a smile in return.

Then he nodded.

He pulled an unfamiliar instrument out of his pocket.

Owen really saw it, it was a magic device that looked like a Rubik's cube cylindrical and composed of countless cubes.

His fingers touched the cubes, tapping regularly.

Then, the magic device suddenly burst into an extremely dazzling blue light. In Owen's shocked eyes, the Blood Ancestor Soul who was about to enter the curtain seemed to have been inspired by something.

Straight into the Rubik's Cube.

Its color changed from blue to purple.

It ended up in the boy's hands.

"Breathtaking. It's the first time I've seen a magical alchemical creation, a device that can carry a soul. Owen saw the hunt.

Get ready to call a friend.

It doesn't matter if the other party is good or bad, anyway, go up first and get acquainted!

As long as he catches up with the line, with his three-inch tongue, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it?

Able to create an alchemical magical creation of this degree.

Not to mention that ordinary wizards can't do it.

You just give Dumbledore time, and he'll have to figure it out.

Anyway, in Owen's cognitive view, I'm afraid the only one who can easily make such other devices is Nick!

It's a talent!!

Owen's eyes glowed green, "Hello. ”

He held out his hand.

And the other party did not refuse, and shook it with him.

"Owen ~ Owen call me Owen Wentini!"

"Victor, Victor Noem." The boy looked a little reserved. Seems a little shy.

In short, the tone is very monotonous, and the introduction is perfunctory.

He didn't want to deal with Owen too much.

Just want to get out of here.

Because after exchanging names, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Victor?" Owen was stunned.

Immediately, with a force on his arm, he dragged the guy back.

The name Victor is not rare, and there are many people who call it.

But against the backdrop of that wonderful magic device just now, Owen almost immediately thought of a person.

"You don't have a friend named Jace!" Ou Wenwen was curious about the baby, and kept asking new questions at him, "You look like a gang, which organization?" ”

"I've never heard of an organization in the wizarding world that can cultivate such excellent talents!"

"Listen to your accent like a German? Or is it Austria? Are you a student at Durmstrang School of Magic? ”

"You look so young! Is there a twenty year old? Such a young alchemical genius, I have not seen your name in various academic journals. ”

He babbled, like a bomber, and threw the question at the boy whose face was already a little Bengbu.

"Interested in joining our organization?"

"Have you ever heard of the saints? Europe's largest talent training base. Professionally sending geniuses to the European wizarding world. ”

"There are many geniuses like you among the saints. If you join, in addition to receiving the personal guidance of the legendary great wizard Mr. Grindelwald, who can wrestle with Dumbledore, the gathering of geniuses will also allow you to encounter more inspiration. The most important thing for you to engage in magic alchemy is inspiration, a great direction, far more useful than hard work, isn't it? ”

"Hey! I see you're still hesitant, friend. Now I can get a chance to take a picture with Mr. Grindelwald. Aren't you impressed? ”

At this moment, Ou Wen is the world's top marketing genius, and he uses pervasive words to constantly win over the talented young man in front of him.

And his chattering figure also fell into the eyes of the other saints who walked out of the door.

Kent and Winston looked embarrassed.

Garona held back a laugh, putting her hand to her mouth for fear she would laugh out loud.

Mr. Malfoy, who had followed, looked puzzled.

Aren't both of these people saints?

How? They don't know each other?

However, the woman with fiery red hair like a waterfall and eyes shining like stars showed a completely different expression from the others.

Her blue eyes reflected a figure of a woman with silver-haired hair that was just like her, or because of her, that she had waterfall-like hair.

The man's voice still echoed in her ears.

"Hey! I see you're still hesitant, little girl. You know? Geniuses always live in groups, because that will lead to more inspiration. What do you think? Want to join us? ”

(End of chapter)