The next road was far beyond Owen's imagination.

After walking a long muddy road, he originally thought that the dark environment would last forever, but the glimmer of light in the distance dispelled this idea.

Suddenly, the roots of many branches spread out of the cave.

The thick, water-filled roots were shiny, and when Owen looked closer, he saw that the surface of the roots was covered with tiny crystals about the size of a fingernail.

No—it can't be said to be crystal, it's closer to a gelatinous form than a hard substance, like resin.

The muddy soil is no longer clay, but replaced by endless moss.

There are still blue flowers growing on the moss, and an illusory wing flutters in the fluorescence, leaving a glow-in-the-dark shadow behind it.

"Magic, make people arrogant." Owen kicked a rock away and let it leap between the tangled roots, his waist bulging with resin from the roots he had collected.

This thing actually contains subtle ancient magic, it is simply amazing.

"Whether it's the Outer Gods, the Gods, the Death Eaters, or the Order of the Phoenix, all spellcasters seem to have automatically omitted the presence of Muggles."

"What use can they have?" Sirius said disapprovingly.

"We're fighting the gods, they're just dragging their feet, and I've known the history of Muggles, and know that they've waged several so-called god wars.

Unfortunately, apart from killing each other, no one knows where their gods are.

Maybe it was just an old mage's prank, and they believed it. ”

"The gods are just powerful wizards, and the battles of the ancient wizards have not become something like the war of the gods? Fifty steps and a hundred steps, wizards are not much smarter than Muggles. Owen said, raising an eyebrow.

"You're a wizard." Sirius reminded.

"So! Am I not wiping the ass of my predecessor? Do you 'love' my job? Owen said angrily.

Sirius didn't say anything about it, and although he sometimes forgot that the young wizard next to him was just a fifteen-year-old, when the topic came to this, he realized that Owen was carrying a much more burden than he had imagined.

Walking forward, five or six minutes later, they found a platform.

Yes, there are platforms - waiting halls, track change command halls, and aisles reserved for moving goods.

However, they still did not find the carriage.

The railroad tracks lead to a deeper level, with a conspicuous old-fashioned gate at the end of the platform.

Not the kind that is pushed open, but a hanging door with a magnificent gate carved with ancient reliefs.

At this time, the gate revealed the passage where the two of them passed side by side, and looking at the surrounding dark walls and highly curved door frames, it was thought that some kind of battle must have taken place here.

Owen and Sirius looked at each other, stepped forward, and looked closely.

The relief on the door, although it is already dilapidated, can still vaguely show some images, a volcanic crater, lava eruption, but the eruption is not magma, but all kinds of deformed life - or, at least in the eyes of modern wizards, it is all deformed life.

The overall relief is terrifying, weird and inexplicably sacred.

"The Crucible of Life?" The moment he saw the relief, Owen knew what story it was telling.

"What's that?" Sirius asked.

"A hypothesis of the origin of species, legend, that everything begins in the all-encompassing crucible of life, which is the world's first primordial soup, and under certain conditions, some substances in the crucible begin to coalesce, and the first life is born."

"Primordial soup?" Sirius, of course, didn't understand these profound things, and he didn't have a place for these legends in his head.

This hypothesis is almost dominant in the Muggle world, where the first molecules, amino acids, and proteins that represent life were born in the warm waters of the earth, which had not yet been completely cooled. In short, there is some truth, but these are unproven hypotheses. Owen continued, "Forget it, I know you don't understand, sure enough, wizards are Muggles." ”

With that, he crossed the gate, followed by Sirius.

The rest of the journey was very torturous.

They don't seem to go straight down, but spiraling in circles.

And there will be a platform every other distance.

There are traces of fighting on the platforms, and each platform has a hanging door, and unsurprisingly, all the hanging doors have been destroyed.

Clearly, there was a rebellion here.

Knowing that the Divine Favor Organization had also split, this was definitely good news for Owen.

However, compared to the sore legs that began to come - the joy quickly faded.

"I feel—" Owen gasped again, "I've walked the first half of my life in two hours. ”

“.” Sirius wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he had already taken off his robes. "That's a short life." When he seized the opportunity, he immediately sneered.

"And. Your little body is really empty, you've only been walking for two hours, and you're tired like this?

Back then, when I escaped from Azkaban, I swam in the sea for more than ten hours with just a wooden bar, and I knew that I was not skinny at that time.

I'm really worried about your happy life in the future. ”

"Huh?" Owen, who had a nameless fire rising in his heart, glared at Sirius.

What do you mean by that?

How did these cold words come out of your Sirius's mouth?

Dude, this small body, it's no problem to wrestle with giants!

He's just not used to the environment right now!

Yes, the environment.

It must be because the road is uneven.

Or maybe the moss is too slippery and not gripping enough, causing him to push extra hard with each foot.

Otherwise, it's caused by the sweltering humidity here.

Owen had 10,000 reasons to refute Sirius's provocation, but for now, his legs told him that it was better to talk less, because if he wasted any more energy on his tongue, he would not be able to lift any foot in a moment.

Immediately, Owen just snorted lightly, and then spit out coldly: "Then I'll lie down, I like to be passive." ”

“.” This silenced Sirius.

This kid is really thick-skinned.

However, he also hurriedly stopped the topic and did not continue to talk, after all, Owen is only a fifteen-year-old child, what experience can he have - he will not bully him.

I walked for another ten minutes.

Finally, when Owen was about to be unable to lift it in one breath and choked up, his eyes suddenly opened.

They walked into a bud.

A hollow of plants intertwined, full of greenery and fluorescence.

Juanjuan's stream flowed through the cracks in the branches.

Plunged into a huge pool in the center of the cavern.

In the center of the pool, several stone pillars from the ancient Greek period are erected.

It was forty or fifty feet tall and the top was level with the top of the lava. The hazy mist gathered above the stone pillars, weaving into a net, and when viewed carefully, it looked like a door floating in the air.

Flowing water flows past the foundations of these stone pillars. A soft light lit up at the bottom of the pool, and a strange energy provoked the two of them, making their minds buzz, as if they were killed against their souls, ancient and powerful.

It seems to have existed since ancient times, before the rise of mankind.

Owen didn't know where this idea came from, it could be a shaking stream of water, and from time to time a few magnificent runi characters would flow out.

"Shhhh

Sirius made a silent gesture, then pointed to an inconspicuous spot in the pool.

Because of the stone pillars, Owen didn't fully see.

He shifted his position, then looked in the direction Sirius was pointing in.

It turned out that in the trunk of the root system, there was a divine skin messenger wrapped in it.

"I guess this may be the original Divine Skin Messenger from the Legend of the Giants." Owen whispered, and from the smell of decay under the terrible cloak of flesh, he could tell that this 'corpse' was at least a hundred years old.

"He's not necessarily alive." Sirius said cautiously.

"Then he doesn't have to die!" Owen interjected.

He drew his wand and aimed it at the pool, the stone pillars connecting with each other, and the pale white mist produced sent bursts of malice.

It was an intuition, as if he was being watched all the time.

"It doesn't matter, dead or not, just mend the knife!"

With that, Owen rushed out, his wand condensed with powerful magic.

"Soul Rip."

The blue-white meteor struck the ancient god skin messenger hiding at the root of the tree.

"Buzz!"

There was a piercing sound, like the collision of countless pieces of machinery colliding and destroying wealth.

The moment this strange 'howl' came out, Owen felt bad.

"Wait—that's—the dead are raised."

Just as Owen was thinking about what kind of disaster would befall him, Sirius roared and gave the answer.

In the passage behind them.

Those dried corpses, those who had been dead for a hundred years, or even longer, suddenly staggered to their feet, their dry pupils flowing with a dark green strange light, and their mutilated bodies spit out black slime.

The slime becomes their new limb.

It could even be their weapon.

In the blink of an eye, the black substance in the sky turned into the sharpest spear, and it was thrown towards Sirius.

"Armor protection!" He let out a low roar.

Fingertips lightly, "crushed bones"

The gray spell galloped away, shattering the corpse closest to him to pieces in an instant.

Of course—as he expected, the corpses that had broken into pieces did not die on the spot, the roots of the trees around them glowed with a strange bright green light, and then the viscous crystals on the trunks of the trees, like a liquid of resin, converged on the corpses.

Soon, the dead men were back on their feet.

"These roots are connected to the dead bodies, and we've stepped into a trap of sorts!" Sirius said urgently.

These creatures, which do not be killed within a certain radius and continue to resurrect, are found elsewhere, but generally those are golems and the like, and are mostly found in wizards' graveyards, where they are used to deal head-on blows to tomb robbers. There is no one who mobilizes the dead like this.

It's not the Yin Corps either - the Yin Corps don't come back to life after being defeated, they're just difficult and numerous.

"You push it, I'm also in trouble here." The Divine Skin Messenger woke up faster than Owen believed, and he originally thought that no matter whether he was dead or alive, he would always have a soul torrent past, even if he was alive and in a state of suspended animation, he could make up for the knife and die.

As a result, the moment his magic touched the monster in the skin of the god, it came back to life in a state of stress, and then pulled out a pitch-black crystalline sword from the root of the tree, turned into a happy rabbit, and began to scurry around.

The point is, after a few steps, the goods disappeared.

"The original form is now!"

With a flick of his wand, a golden light tried, and in a trance, a shadow was drawn in the pool.

"Avada suo!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Owen immediately cast a spell, and the spell directly hit the divine skin messenger, and the next second, as if life was withering, the monster wearing human skin stepped into the country of the dead, and the next second, the cloak lit up with gray light, as if a chain had pulled it back.

"Two." Owen silently read in his heart.

This is the second time that the monster has died.

His soul torrent was also killed once.

"Multiple Freezes!"

The cold spread wildly, and this time it was no longer just the ground.

With the blessing of ancient magic, the air began to condense.

A cyclone of white mist is generated.

And just when Owen was about to cast the next spell.

Suddenly, a white and black sword aura rushed straight towards the door in front of him.

In the face of this abrupt magic, Owen did not choose to resist hard, but rolled sideways to dodge.

Then, there was a mournful howl in the hall.

Mixed with some kind of white-black magic, it spreads to the surroundings.

"Super armor to protect yourself! The ultimate guard! Protect them all! ”

The three major protective spells, Owen released them almost instantly.

With the opponent's cast forward, he swung his staff again to ask for a curse.

"Three!"

The monster's sound magic, like encountering a filter, will be weakened every time it passes through a protective spell set by Owen, and when it passes through three protective spells, its voice is still sharp and harsh, and it also makes Owen's mind think of many terrible things.

As if with a spiritual curse.

Everything has to be careful against this unknown creature, and since knowing that this creature's weapon can easily tear apart his protective charm, Owen has lost faith in the Iron Armor Charm.

And just when he was stunned.

The figure in the mist was extremely fast, reaching him in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

The strange blade like a full moon burned white and black, and the target was his necked head.

Owen's reaction was also quick enough, and he quickly leaned his head back.

The flame almost brushed his brow.

But just as he was glad to have dodged the blow, he noticed that the messenger's left hand was burning with a fireball facing him.

In the next second, the crown on Owen's head came to life.

The dragon raised its head, and the golden flames descended.

"Upside down golden hook!"

He also hurriedly cast a spell, and the gray spell light flashed, and the monster was repelled.

"Whew!" Take a deep breath.

Owen stroked his hair with some glee.

Well, it's a blessing that it wasn't burned.

Depend on! I almost confessed here just now, this guy's attack speed is so fast!

Just in case, he pulled out the sleeping Shylock from his backpack, woke it up, and held it in his arms.

"It's up to you two! The three of us are combined, with six eyes, I don't believe that we can't keep up with the rhythm of this monster's attack. ”

The reason why Owen is so worried is because he can't see the other party's figure clearly.

Although there was a faint mist floating around, I could barely make out some traces, but to be honest, this thing had a fart in a tense battle.

A mistake blocked his life.

He didn't have time to tell if it was the monster that was causing the fog to move, or the wind, or the shockwave from Sirius.

"Don't stick to that black and white flame." Owen reminded the two Pokémon, "It doesn't feel like it's death, it can also have a curse." ”

With that, the fog ahead once again fluctuated dramatically.

The black-and-white flames in all directions turned into hideous ghost heads, speeding towards him.

"And this means of attack?"

Owen raised an eyebrow and continued, "Bakar, use the ancient dragon: the blade of Sanchez." ”

"Shylock, prepare your apparitions."

His voice fell, and the crown above his head suddenly flew high.

A loud dragon roar resounded through the hollow.

Countless blood-red bolts of lightning spilled out from the dragon's body.

Bakar did not regain his form, because the size of the cavity was not large, and it could not spread its wings.

But in a thin state, the ancient dragon magic used did not weaken in the slightest.

With the dragon's roar, the huge Crimson Lightning Blade gently sloped into the sky, and then swung forward casually.

Lightning slammed into everything around it like a meteor.

The white-black flame ghost head was swallowed by lightning in an instant, and then the lightning still lost its power, and in the blink of an eye, it affected the entire cave.

"Found you!"

The lightning strikes the hidden monster, causing her a stiffening effect.

Owen, on the other hand, immediately waved his wand, "Origin: Geoflame." ”

The wand swept through the air like fireworks.

He just wanted to see how many lives a constant spell like this with high temperature could kill it at a time.

The lava engulfed the Divine Skin Messenger in an instant.

In Owen's line of sight, the dark red lava lit up twice with a gray light.

This suggests that it died at least twice.

"Five!"

It's not just five, if Bakar's dragon breath and lightning can kill it as well, it might add up to its last life.

"Be careful!"

Owen spoke.

Speaking from experience, the next step is the most crazy of the enemy, the final stage.

Sure enough, just as he had experienced, in the distance, his lava magic was suddenly engulfed in bursting black and white flames.

The flames burned.

Like an erupting volcano.

"Shylock!"

In the next second, the space around Owen began to distort.

When his gaze was re-fixed.

The two beasts and one of them had come to the passage.

"I'll go!"

"Godfather Dog, Run!"

The black and white fire overflowed like a flood.

galloping, as if to eat everything along the way.

(End of chapter)