Except for the central one, the other surfaces of the stele are inlaid with engravings made of gold, and each stele is divided into seven layers, each of which depicts a different story.

With the exception of the tallest stele, the other six seem to be monuments of history, from a sorcerer who was inspired by the gods to set out here, then began to build the city, and then excavated something to offer to the gods on the Isle of Skye.

Finally, there is a ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods, asking the gods to allow their spirits to enter the kingdom of God or to give them strength.

Seven stone monuments, walking all the way, Owen got a general idea of the city.

From these gold engravings, it is not difficult to see that there is an organization that serves the outer gods in an unknown corner of the world.

"Order!"

The Order - its full name: The Order of the Dependents of the Gods.

Abbreviation: Order of the Divine Servants.

It is a vast organization founded by dark wizards bewitched by the outer gods.

Its source is no longer traceable.

Owen received information from Koyatl that the Order of the Divine Servant was a sprawling organization of multiple races spanning several continents.

It is co-ordinated by a seven-member council.

Thankfully, however, the organization has been wiped out by the Archmage in the midst of a rivalry with the heirs, especially the legendary wizard, Merlin.

In the past 100 years, although some people have tried to rebuild the organization, they have not been able to resurrect because they have not been inspired by God.

This city looks like it was established by the members of the Order in its heyday, and I don't know how many years have passed, the city is still there, but the people who built the city have long since died.

And just as Owen pondered.

Sirius in the distance suddenly screamed.

"Owen, come here!"

Hearing this, Owen turned his head and saw that he had walked out of the square.

The foundation of the square was high, and he stood underneath it, revealing only one head.

"Boom!" A loud roar came from under the steps of the square, and Owen hurriedly walked over.

Then he saw that under the foundation of the square, there were not monolithic boulders, but dungeons.

The dungeon was covered with very narrow doors and windows, and at the moment there were countless thin men, and many hands were sticking out of them.

"What's the situation?"

Sirius's spell blew a door and window apart, and shattered white boulders fell to the ground.

Through the sunlight, they saw the faces of many frightened people.

Most of them were well-dressed, but their faces and spirits were very poor, their faces were emaciated, and they looked like they had been hungry for many days.

Now, the door was blasted open, but they had no intention of coming out, but they were shrinking deeper into the cage, and every time Owen's eyes swept over them, they would tremble with horror, and even cry out in grief.

Owen saw that there was a little girl with red eyes and weak cheeks, twitching and shedding tears, but when she opened her mouth to cry, the woman behind her quickly stretched out her hand to cover the little girl's mouth as if the sky had fallen.

Then he looked at him in horror.

With this one action, Owen already understood what had happened here.

"They were supposed to be sacrifices taken by the Death Eaters to be sacrificed to the gods."

"Sacrifices?" Sirius was startled and angry, his eyes fiery.

Just now, he was still having a little delusion in his heart about Bella being able to cooperate with Owen.

Now that delusion has vanished.

He had never been so angry that he frightened the poor Muggles.

"What do they want sacrifices for? What does that evil god want? He roared.

"It's nothing more than souls and flesh and the like, and the stone tablet over there is carved with a sacrificial ritual, it's clear." Owen said quietly, also suppressing something.

Finally, the anger was suppressed.

Sirius took a series of deep breaths to calm his emotions, and then he reached into his waist pocket.

There was the rations he brought to the giants, and there was the food of the little wizards.

He took them all.

It was handed to the poor people in the prison.

Muggles still didn't trust them, but they couldn't stop the hunger in their bellies.

There were only a few streams seeping out of the dungeon, let alone food.

They had been kept here for too long, because there was no clock, and they could only remember about a dozen times that day and night had alternated.

With food, Muggles finally trusted them a little more.

Some people came out, bathed in the sun, and wept bitterly.

The crying was not loud, because they did not have much strength, so they could only see the silent convulsions of their bodies.

More and more Muggles came out of the dungeon, and there were about fifty or sixty of them.

It is strictly divided into two classes.

On the other side is a small group of able-bodied men, mostly male-dominated, and on the other side is a less physical and weak class of mostly women and their husbands.

Owen didn't care about that at first.

It wasn't until the crowd was surging out that suddenly a strong smell of blood came, and he frowned again and again, and then glanced into the dungeon.

Then it was all understood.

"I need to do an experiment, I want to try that sacrificial ritual." Owen tilted his head and said to Sirius.

"What?" The godfather of the dog, who was still handing out food, thought he had heard it wrong. He turned his head to stare at Owen, his eyes full of confusion.

"What did you just say?"

"See for yourself—" Owen pointed to the dungeon.

Sirius looked in the direction of Owen's finger, his pupils constricted instantly, and his belly turned upside down, if it weren't for his well-informed, if he hadn't seen the evil of human nature in Azkaban a long time ago, he would definitely be able to vomit out lunch at this time.

Sirius, whose mind was blank, tilted his head to look at the distinct crowd.

Then he understood everything.

Especially the plackets that were stained with blood and flesh.

and Sirius' muffled voice, like a volcano containing lava about to slam.

Dejected, he walked into the crowd and walked towards the only little girl on the scene.

When he touched the girl, he understood why she was the only one alive.

"It's really rare to be five or six years old." Owen's voice was slightly sarcastic.

The voice struck like lightning, and it struck Sirius hard.

With his fists clenched, he was silent like an angry lion.

Owen glanced at him, then waved his wand and some of the bloodied brutes were engulfed by an invisible force and came to the square.

This caused an exclamation from the Muggles at the scene.

They were shocked by Owen's methods, but they looked at the impending death of the beast, and they did not feel sorry or fearful, but overflowed with a sense of happiness from the bottom of their hearts.

Several monsters in human skins struggled, screaming silently.

Come to the center of the square.

Under the stele.

Owen followed the steps taught on the stone tablet, first slicing his neck and letting the blood flow into the golden bowl, and soon, the palm-sized bowl overflowed.

Blood dripped and fell along the conical base on the arc of the ground.

In an instant, the arc gradually lit up as if it were energized.

The gold on the ground suddenly turned into some kind of liquid.

The liquid gold slowly converged from all directions, and gathered together on the most central stone tablet, and the marble stone tablet was soon wrapped in a layer of gold paint.

"Boom!"

There was a sound of something breaking.

It turned out that the golden disc on the stele was slowly floating.

The disc is like an eye staring at a lamb.

Immediately, the soul of the lamb was stripped from its body. It raised its head and let out a silent scream.

Then there was no movement after a few convulsions.

A transparent, struggling, evil soul seemed to be guided into the golden disc.

"Uh-huh - feed on the soul, and then what?"

Owen looked at the golden disc curiously.

There's some kind of mist emanating from it.

Then, the aura intensified, and then it flowed out violently.

The waterfall behind it seemed to be guided, and a large amount of water rushed in, enveloping the soulless corpse.

Three seconds later, the water was gravitationally bound and fell to the ground.

And the corpse - "Wow puppet! Freshly baked son of evil omen! ”

Owen stared in amazement, at the creature as tall as Hagrid, covered in flesh and sharp horns.

"That's how the omen were made." He knew it to his chest, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, no wonder in yesterday's battle, he felt that the strength of the Evil Omen Legion was not very strong, and it was just that those corrupt flames were a little difficult, now he knew, it turned out that the Evil Omen were transformed by Muggles, from non-magical creatures, to magical creatures, it was already very good to have such results.

You know, since ancient times, wizards have studied how to give magic to non-magical creatures, and they have conducted various experiments on this, such as injecting the blood of magical animals into the bodies of wizards, or using magic spells to torture them, and matching magic potions to see if Muggle bodies can 'preserve' magic power, in short, in addition to the union of men and women, wizards, especially dark wizards, have almost tried other methods, but the results are obvious.

Either way, Muggles would die almost instantly.

Now, when Owen witnessed this transformation, he probably knew it in his heart.

It should be a matter of the soul, not the shell.

"Soul Torrent!"

After raising his hand and vaporizing the ugly child of the omen, Owen turned to look at the other livestock.

What if he killed the souls in the flesh and blood in advance, and then sacrificed?

What if the soul and body don't match? For example, it is one person who sacrifices his soul and another who is transformed.

What happens if multiple souls are sacrificed and only one person is transformed? Will there be a more powerful child of bad omen?

What would happen if he filled it with this sacrificial ritual? For example, adding some magic to the tide?

In short, Owen had ten thousand ideas in his head.

Enthusiastic, he soon began his experiments.

On the other side, Sirius was talking to the child's mother.

Everyone present also saw that the two wizards in front of them were not the same as the previous ones, although they were a little kind but not many.

The one over there is even more wicked.

Sirius shows kindness to the child's mother, but the other party resists him greatly, especially when he reveals that her daughter is a wizard, and the child's mother is like a cat that has guessed the tail, baring her teeth at him and yelling at him, saying that she is not a monster like you.

This made Sirius not know how to talk to her for a moment.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that Hermione, who was also from a Muggle family, might have a common topic with this group of people, and as for himself, he couldn't even tell the difference between the subway and the train, so don't be embarrassed for him.

After a meal, the atmosphere around me was relatively relaxed. If they don't pursue what is happening in the square.

The little girl who was hungry ate the amount of an adult's meal, and Sirius kept feeding her, which allowed the relationship to ease a little, but it was small, because the girl's mother still had a strong hostility towards him.

"Is it so obsessed?"

More than once, Owen was back on the edge of the square.

As he sat down on the steps, the crowd around him subconsciously moved away from him.

"Anyway, that girl won't live to be ten years old, it's still a question whether such a young silent person can survive this year, what, do you still want her to go to school?"

"Then what should I do, let her die?" Sirius roared, his voice filled with suppressed indignation, an outcry of injustice against fate.

"Let go of helping others and respect the fate of others. Senior Newt has no way to save Silent Ran, what can you do?

Why tell people that her child is a wizard?

Her child will not live to be ten years old, and it is better to live in a muddle than to be entangled because of her identity as a wizard. Owen spread his hands and said lazily, "Don't bother yourself." ”

Owen's voice was simple and light, but it sounded like an earthquake in the ears of the girl's mother, who glared at Owen and Sirius, and said, "You-you poisoned my daughter, God! She's so young, why are you hurting her, why-"

She cried and howled, her voice attracting the attention of the other Muggles, and while they didn't dare to open their mouths to Owen and Sirius, a malicious, hateful, hopeful desire to kill them with their eyes was everyone's desire.

"Look—it's getting into trouble again, isn't it." Owen said.

Sirius was silent for a while, and then said, "I'm not like you, I have a troubled conscience!" ”

“.”

"Yes, yes, yes - I have no conscience, my conscience has been eaten by dogs." Owen said sarcastically.

Sirius glared at him, but couldn't help it.

"Leave the food here, we have other things to do, I just discovered a strange magical pathway."

Owen got up, a breeze blowing through his silver hair, waved his hand, and he walked down to the right cornerstone behind him.

There leads to a splendid building.

His steps were fast, and he had no intention of waiting for Sirius.

On the central street of the largest building, the ground was carved like a huge runevin arc in the square, only this time, it was not arranged according to the stars, but only decoration, which was the guess of the guide, Owen.

The central street was not very long, and soon he came to the gates of the palace.

It was a glorious gate.

The whole body is milky white, decorated with gold, and the black feather-like carving on the door is spectacular and beautiful, full of a sense of pity and beauty.

Pushing open the door, there is a large hall in front of you, and at the end of the hall are seven stone chairs made of silver.

The backs of the stone chairs are connected to the ceiling, and if the whole hall is carved out of the mountain, then the chairs are carved out of a single complete stone in the mountain.

Beneath his feet, the dark blue of magic still guides Owen's path.

This is what he just discovered, after sacrificing a dozen souls, the golden disc in the square flowed out of the dark blue magic, and the magic fell on the ring of gold veins on the ground, like conductive wires, all the way into this palace.

Beyond the seven chairs, at the end of the magic, a brilliant model of the planet Earth appeared.

A huge model of the Earth made of unknown materials, magically outlining the terrain of the entire continent.

Owen was immediately intrigued by the model.

Because on this earth, which is about a dozen feet in diameter, the magic power turned into a vortex and clearly marked several locations.

He could understand with Justin's mind that it was definitely the location of the Divine Bestowal Tower.

Owen counted, there are seven in the world.

Sure enough, his guess was right, in the maelstrom of the Straits of Sicily, the obelisk was the divine tower of the gods to resist the outer gods.

North America and South America have one each in the seas near Brazil, Australia, and India.

There is also one on the east coast of British Island, and Owen is familiar with that location.

"Damn, isn't that Azkaban's location?"

"Could it be? Azkaban is the Divine Tower? Owen's heart couldn't help but be associated, but if you think about it carefully, the situation is not quite right, Azkaban originated in the fifteenth century, and the time is not right!

The fortress was originally the home of an obscure mage who called himself Aixis. His mana is extremely powerful, but his nationality is unknown. Exis wields the most evil of dark magic and entertains Muggle sailors who pass through it.

It is believed that he has gone insane. It wasn't until after his death, when the hidden spell he cast lost its effect, that the Ministry of Magic became aware of the existence of the island and its structure. Those who went to investigate were only willing to mention that the place was full of Dementors afterwards, and refused to reveal more.

Later, the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors made a pact - in fact, the wizards did not dare to destroy the castle, they feared that after the castle was destroyed, the Dementors would swarm out, and every wall of Azkaban was full of torture and pain, and the Dementors were attached to these to survive.

Experts who delve into the building and the dark arts claim that the connection between the two is too deep for anyone who tries to destroy it could be retaliated by the dementors. The fort was abandoned for many years, and continued to support large groups of Dementors, until the International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act was enacted, and the Ministry of Magic remembered that there was such a treasure trove of feng shui near the British sea.

Eventually, the Ministry of Magic converted the castle into a prison, which is how Azkaban came from.

(End of chapter)