Sirius threw a black spell like flowing water.

The spell struck the corpse, instantly becoming viscous, and then like water freezing into ice, most of the corpses were frozen in place.

Then, too, he turned around and ran.

"What's going on!" He asked.

"How do I know!" Owen was running fast.

Bakar Dragon's breath cleared the way, burning the corpses that dared to stand in the way to pieces.

"The boss has entered the second phase, understand?" He said noisily. "The animation is being broadcast right now, and the boss is invincible at this stage."

“？” The big eyes of the dog godfather flashed with a big question mark.

And this look happened to be seen by Owen, who turned his head to check the flames, "Do you understand the paddle animation?" For example, when Senior Tom is laughing 'hey, hey, hey', and when he talks about his grand plans, he is in an invincible state at this time, and you can't interrupt him. ”

“？？？” Sirius's head was crowned with a question mark.

"Why can't you interrupt?" He asked.

"Stupid! If you interrupt it, how can you still water for a long time - ahhh ”

Owen rightfully said, his head held high, and he stared at Sirius with disgust, expressing concern about his intelligence.

"Humph! At first glance, he has never been a villain. He continued: "Villains always like to tell the protagonist in detail about their grand plans in the first five minutes of their own counter-killing, in order to compare their intellectual superiority.

Isn't that common sense? ”

"What kind of common sense is this? Why is your common sense so weird? ”

The two stopped.

They had just rushed out a few hundred feet, which was enough distance, and the flames were not overflowing.

"Of course, this is common sense, otherwise your little godson would have been gnawed to death by Voldemort's big melon. If he hadn't chirped at the top of the tower in Azkaban, he would have been able to delay until Dumbledore arrived? I'm afraid you won't even be able to catch up with the corpse! ”

Owen swore that what he said was the truth of the universe, and it was the same in any world.

The kind of protagonist who doesn't babble directly - that's not a villain, that's a killer.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. What happened to the Divine Skin Emissary? Sirius asked irritably, talking to Owen is always tiring, this kid often thinks about one out of the other, his thinking jumps out too fast, he can't open his mouth, he can't keep up with the walk, he is really uncomfortable talking.

"What's going on?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "What else can I do, isn't it that I suddenly absorbed the ancient magic in the resin around me, and then-escapeげたりあきらめるコトはwho?,Evolved!" ”

"Don't panic! I'm very experienced in this area, and at this time, just smash its stereo and it's fine. ”

"Hmph—it's you, Shylock." With that, Owen threw Shylock in his arms high.

I don't know where the auspicious clouds came from.

The long hairs on the kitten's neck glow brilliantly.

Then its body grew suddenly, and by the time it landed, it was already the size of a normal tiger.

It has five-color markings on its body, and its tail is longer than its body, and its furry hair resembles a fan blade.

What is more peculiar is that it has two horns on the tip of its head, which look like antlers, but there is not so much difference, but it is straighter than the horns of a sheep.

The big cat tilted its head proudly, the mane on its neck was shining, and it looked very handsome.

"Y-your cat can get bigger, too?" Sirius looked at the majestic cat in shock, still waving his wand in his hand to smash the resurrected corpses.

"Of course - it's just lazy." Owen spread his hands. "Cat yes! Can you still expect a cat to do the hard work?

And isn't there a tool dragon yet? ”

One of the tool dragons glared back at Owen and Shylock in between breaths.

It seemed to sigh and scream, but he turned his head and vented all the anger in his heart to those dead corpses.

As artificial beings with multiple bloodlines, neither Bakar nor Shylock have developed their abilities.

Or, it is precisely because the appearance of the two little ones is like a giant dragon dragon, like a suke, so the bloodlines that belong to the dragon and the sugo will be easier to express than the other bloodlines, but are they really the dragon and the sugo? Maybe, but certainly not all.

In the Great Underground Warehouse of Ionia, Owen found many accounts of the alchemy of artificial life.

Including the concept of the Evil Omen's Child and the Crucible of Life during this time, he made a living in his heart, and the people who created Bakar and Shylock may have used the technology of the outer gods—or rather, the technology of the gods, but now it may only be known to the outer gods.

As for how his grandfather created these two little ones, Owen still doesn't know about them, but one thing is certain, and that is that he or one of them has been instructed by an external god, and it must be so.

Because if this technology is ancestral, or it has been excavated from the ruins of ancient wizards before, then it will at least leave clues in the past history, but even Nicol Lemay has never seen such a technology, which shows that for at least six or seven hundred years, the probability that this technology came from the excavation of ruins in the mountains can be said to be very small.

Everything that happens has a plot in the dark.

He had not forgotten that his own body also possessed the qualities of a crucible of life.

In the cave, when Owen saw the godskin messenger again.

It has grown to a dozen feet tall.

It can't be invisible anymore.

Because of the skyrocketing height, its cloak has shrunk.

The messenger stood on the earth with his bare pale feet.

In addition to a full moon knife in his hand, there was also a broken sword composed of black crystals and as thin as a cicada's wings with scaly patterns.

Through that hood, Owen could see a handsome face.

It was a young woman, with a twisted tattoo on her face, and her eyes had no pupils, only milky white iris.

His lips were slightly open, and he breathed a chill like ice.

"Shylock - use the Mire Charm."

As Owen's words fell, Shylock stretched out its fleshy claws, and a wonderful rhythm flowed through the earth.

Then, quickly, the ground began to become viscous, and almost in the blink of an eye, the originally hard stone turned into silt.

The ground began to fall, and the monster began to attack with a knife.

A little chill swept through.

It resembled lightning, unleashing a large number of ghost heads in the air, all emitting terrifying white and black flames.

The figure was hidden in the flames, and it attacked Owen unhurriedly.

"Shylock - use binding!"

In the next second, in the muddy earth, many bright green vines suddenly grew, and the vines were superimposed on each other as if to form an impermeable wall.

The black flames burned through the green wall with ease.

But that's not what Irving is interested in.

The wriggling plants of the land are like traps, waiting for their prey to take the bait.

And that's the prey.

Unless it can fly.

"Good, got it."

"Bakar – Use the Ancient Dragon: The Blade of Sanchez."

Crackling lightning came from behind Owen, and this time, instead of a sword, it was a spear.

The red lightning flashed by, rushing by.

Directly inserted into the godskin messenger who was bound by vines and mire.

"Origin: Soul Torrent"

The crystallized wand in Owen's hand also poured out blue light.

Shilok launched thorns and punctures at the same time, and countless rock thorns suddenly sprouted from the ground, and the vines grew sharp thorns, directly piercing a godskin messenger through the heart.

Two beasts and one person, three deadly attacks.

I'm afraid that the gods are there, and it will be difficult to save them.

A huge roar sounded, and the flat ground set off a monstrous wave of air.

Blowing Shylock's soft hair.

Owen ducked behind it.

"Your cat can use magic too?" After the wave of air, Sirius shook off the cloak that had just covered his face and said to Owen.

"Shylock has the blood of several magical beasts." Owen explained, but the careful-eyed cat had retracted to the size of a palm and burrowed into his arms again.

"Suwu, Qilin, Jumang."

"It's like Bakar has the blood of a thunderbird, so he can drive lightning and lightning."

Owen drew his wand and walked cautiously, "Before! Those enemies are too vegetable, and they don't need Pokémon to make a move. ”

"Tsk-is it dead, do you want to make up for a killing curse?"

In the hollow, a huge pit was revealed.

The liquid in the pool slowly flowed into the pit, and soon it was swallowed.

The sparkling surface of the water, it is impossible to see if there is any life at the bottom.

"Dead, by the time you put away your wand, it's shattered to ashes.

And, can you stop using the Killing Curse? Sirius frowned and said that he still had great resistance to the Unforgivable Curse.

"Wow! Didn't even leave a corpse? It's really a sin, so it's really a killing curse, at least it can leave a whole corpse for people, and besides, you don't know that I'm immune to the spiritual influence of black magic. ”

"I know, others don't!" Sirius looked angry, and he cast several more limiting spells behind him.

The dead are still coming back to life.

Obviously, they weren't controlled by the Divine Skin Emissary.

Still—it seems like they've come back a lot slower.

"Especially outside, when you killed the giants of the Volcano tribe with a killing curse in the giant's camp, you didn't know that Madame Maxim had a big opinion of us, she thought that we taught you badly, this is still a little bit more understanding, if you let the wizards of other strange countries see it, they have to think that Hogwarts is a place dedicated to training dark wizards."

"Isn't it?" Owen raised an eyebrow, "As we all know, all the dark wizards in Azkaban-"

"It's all Slytherin." Sirius raised his voice and said.

"Why, Slytherin isn't from Hogwarts? Can you still expel an academy? ”

"I hum!"

If he was the principal, then he would!

Let the slugs move their academy to the side of Azkaban, and they will end up in anyway, and save a long detour.

Sirius certainly wouldn't have said that, though.

Because they had argued about it, and the result of the argument was often that the kid started to ramble on Peter Pettigrew, the traitor, to prove that Gryffindor had also been a Dark Wizard, and then they would talk about Quirinus Quirrell and Gilderoy Lockhart, and the two Ravenclaw professors had also defected to Voldemort's side.

Finally, quoting the scriptures, the famous British dark wizards in history are broken fingers and lost, and then it is concluded that they have never had a dark wizard in Hufflepuff.

He could even hear Owen's proud laughter.

and trumpeting their Hufflepuff House, the all-encompassing beauty of the English language.

He could praise Hufflepuff for half an hour without repeating it.

Hear Professor Sprout blush.

I don't want to suffer this again.

As for Owen, he is not affected by the dark arts.

The whole of Hogwarts knows this.

No wizard has ever been able to use the Killing Curse as a levitation charm without going mad.

Even if it's Voldemort, look at his psychopathic appearance now, and think about the young man with jade and hair in Dumbledore's memory, you should know how much influence the dark arts have on ordinary wizards.

"Wonderful magic."

Owen came to the pool.

The pool was littered with unknown pink flowers, and the ground was littered with rubble, which must have been on the walls, broken and fallen here from the battle.

Everywhere, countless tree roots were burned to ashes by the flames, revealing the sculptures on the side of the walls.

Directly facing the pool is a sculpture of a man of human height.

The statue had worn out over the years, but with the few remaining qualities, Owen could still guess his identity.

The one with a spear in his hand, an eagle's helmet and gold armor, a golden ring of Dropnir in his hand, two fierce wolves at his feet, and two ravens on his shoulders, the name is almost endless.

He is the god of war - the surprise raider - the third god - the god of storms - the god of victory.

He is the king of the gods of Asgard.

He is the God-King, Odin.

"Odin!" Owen picked up a wisp of flowing water, which was strange because he dodged it when he touched it with his fingers.

Owen was in the mood.

He stepped into the pool with his feet in the direction of Odin's statue.

Sure enough, the pool moved completely to the sides, avoiding him.

There was not a single drop of water on his robe.

"Strange, it's really strange, obviously this pool of water is full of ancient magic, but I can't mobilize it, the pool water is as heavy as a boulder to me, but it's obviously light, as if it's alive, it seems to have self-conscious avoidance of robes, shoes."

"Since you know it's so weird, you're still going down? Hurry up. Sirius stood by the pool, and he took the bottle from his bosom to take a wisp of fresh water with him.

But—as expected, the water ran across his fingertips, and not a single trace of it flowed into the bottle in his hand.

Seeing this, Sirius waved his wand, and a piece of gravel was transformed into a rope, which then tied the bottle, and this time his hand no longer touched the water, not believing that the pool would still be avoided.

And then - the pool water still avoided.

The bottle seemed to have fallen on some kind of membrane, and it couldn't sink anyway.

"What's going on?" He looked at the water suspiciously, obviously close at hand, but he couldn't touch it anyway.

"Normally, this can only be the case when the host family is unwilling to share the magic with us." Owen said flatly.

"The master?"

"Yes, master." Owen smiled slightly, and the crystal wand slowly pressed against his left hand.

"The Song of the Sages" mentioned above - Nine nights hanging from a windswept tree, stabbed with a spear; I was sacrificed to Odin as a sacrifice to myself, on a tree that no one knows! There is no bread to satisfy hunger, no drop of water to quench thirst. I looked down, picked up the rune text, shouted as I picked it up, and fell from the tree. ”

He glanced back at Sirius, "Meaning, if you want to get it, you have to make a trade-off. ”

The tip of the staff sliced open the palm of his hand, and scarlet blood flowed down with it.

It's like the moment when blood falls into the pool.

The surface of the water began to rush as if it were boiling.

A wave hit and drowned Owen.

He only felt a dazzling light in front of him, and when he reacted, he was no longer in the cave.

In front of me, a patch of lilac.

He seemed to have come to the crack of spatial splicing.

The sea is full of water all around.

Thousands of Void Bonfish poured out of the jagged hole around him, and he saw what appeared to be a thriving metropolis underneath, but now long gone.

All that's left now is a huge pit, shimmering, and the shards all over the ground are rearranged into unrecognizable, eerie shapes—structures that are constantly changing, as if trying to reassemble the form of a creature, like a child assembling a city of building blocks.

Just when Owen wanted to explore the bottom of the sea.

A golden light draped a faint markings on his body, and when he looked up, the sky outlined a false sun on the sea of void.

Like the aura of a dying world. The newborn flesh swayed against a tide of nothingness, and the blood vessels briefly lit up, and then broke away from the sun's epidermis by themselves, each of which made up the reflective part of the sun was a living thing, and thousands of tuni from the void gathered into a school of fish around the sun, like the corona of the stars, this scene is beautiful.

Owen was shocked by the monstrous and terrifying living sun in front of him, which was terrifying, hideous, and beautiful.

Subconsciously, he wanted to escape.

The magic is out of control.

The magic rubbed against the sea, making a hollow echo.

It is like the murmur of the gods, both murmuring and roaring. The space is constantly layered and boundless. A million voices into one aria.

"Stop !!" Owen said angrily.

The space around them shattered, and the surging magic turned into an invisible whip, draped over the Greek stone pillar in the center of the pool.

The lilac sea, gone.

"Whew-whew!"

The pool overflowed, and the waves gradually calmed down.

Along with the thought of fragmented buildings, treacherous limbs, stitched bodies, and all sorts of glowing pearlescent structures, they all fell silent.

"Owen!" Sirius screamed, and he wanted to rush over.

But the water in the pond turned into a curtain of water, blocking his progress.

Angry, he threw out several spells one after another.

But all those spells were immersed in the water, without any waves, as if they were dead.

"Owen!" Sirius tapped the curtain again, fearing that something would take the boy over.

It's not like nothing like this hasn't happened in the wizarding world.

Especially the current weird scene, which deepened his worries.

"I'm here!" Owen cupped his forehead and said, the pool of water running through his fingertips, wetting his silver hair.

Gather your mind until the screaming in your ears gradually stops.

He exhaled softly.

"That's all you want to show me?" He said in a deep voice.

Beneath the pool, a trickling stream flowed past his ankles.

A cool touch came from the ankles, and it seemed to be some kind of response.

"Corruption spreads from the void, it is the ferry of the dead, there is no ticket for the living. Ionian child, it is your destiny to fight corruption, even if you are the child of corruption. ”

In the pool, the flowing water forms the runi script, which floats and appears.

"If you don't say it, I'll go too." Owen's tone was marked by a brutal determination.

"But what can you give me?"

The flowing water becomes calm.

Then a little ripple rose, and a few leaves floated up from the bottom of the water.

Owen picked up the leaves from the water and put them back in the package.

Instantly, he turned and walked out of the pool.

"What's the situation, there's someone under this pool?" Sirius stepped forward, frowning, everything around him was too weird for him.

Spooky caves.

Strange living corpses.

A strange messenger of the godskin.

Eerie central pool of the cave.

"Anyone?" A smile tugged at the corner of Owen's mouth, "That's such a big 'person'!" ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the Greek stone pillars in the pool and said, "Do you know what they are?" ”

"What?"

"A kind of manipulator."

"Manipulators?" Sirius looked up at the erected stone pillar.

But it's just a stone pillar!

"The curtain between the stone pillars connects the maelstrom." Owen suddenly opened his mouth and said, "The magic of the outer gods is transmitted here through the veil, and the original consciousness here is manipulated through those stone pillars. ”

"What?" Sirius was taken aback, his eyes full of horror, and pulled Owen towards the outside of the cave.

"Oh, don't worry! Only though it is! But it can't interfere with us. Owen said disdainfully, "Isn't he manipulating the dead bodies?" It's a pity that it's useless. ”

"And we have to destroy the stone pillars and break the control of the outer gods."

"Ruined? What do you want to do? The godfather of the dog stopped and looked at him.

"I'll have to look into it first." Owen let go of Sirius' hand.

He ran back to the pool.

The stone pillars are inscribed with intricate runi scripts.

Finely carved, it looks like some kind of magic weapon.

Mmmm—when I think about it, it's a magic weapon.

In addition to this, there is a magical connection between several stone pillars, that is, he can't crack one and then another, either crack all at once, or none of them.

"Whew! It's going to take some time. Owen pulled out his notes, sat down on the edge of the pool, and began to do the math.

The so-called cracking is nothing more than an adaptive third-party embedding against the permutations and combinations of the Runi script to activate other functions that the Runi script already has.

As a simple example, because every rune has two, or even multiple meanings, it's like a multi-faceted lock that can be opened from either side, and now what Owen has to do is enter through the other side of the lock, and stimulate the other meanings of Rune, and it's better to let it chain itself apart.

Little by little, time passed.

Sirius, except for helping Bakar deal with the resurrected corpses, the rest of the time was focused on the faint curtain above the stone pillar.

"The Italian Ministry of Magic has sent a number of more spell solvers to the Great Vortex of Kalibdis, just like you do now, and they want to parse the obelisk in the center of the Great Vortex." He looked at the curtain and said distractedly.

It seems that through the spiritual realm, you can get a glimpse of the magnificent sea.

"But none of the spell breakers have returned."

"A month ago, the Italian Ministry of Magic sent someone to London. Gringotts knows, the best spellbreakers in the world are in Gringotts. ”

"I know that Ron's brother helped Gringotts dig the pyramids in Egypt." Owen calculated, talking.

"That's right, the excavation of magical relics is very difficult, especially the famous ones, which are full of magic traps, curses, magical beasts, etc., so that the best students at Hogwarts can become spell solvers." Sirius seemed to be deliberately shifting the subject, perhaps thinking that if Owen didn't carry these burdens, it would be nice to grow up to be a spell solver.

"Che - the best student, obviously trying to rule the world"

"What future can you have when you work for people, especially for goblins!" Owen retorted, his eyes fixed on the parchment in his hand. He's about to find the joint.

“.”

Although, however, he was quite right.

Given the awkwardness of the question, Sirius was ready to change the subject.

"Can't we just blow up these stone pillars?" A certain dog godfather with a simple mind and not very developed limbs said enough to lower the overall street IQ.

Of course, Sirius is not to blame for this.

It's really the discipline of ancient runi, which is too cold.

Except for those who have been sure since childhood that they will pursue the profession of spell breaker, few young wizards will study the subject in depth.

Even if they take this course in school, but they don't come into contact with runiwen often after graduation, sooner or later they will return this knowledge to their professors.

Not everyone, even the professors, is good at this subject.

Only scholarly wizards like Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall delved into the Rune script.

Most wizards only get to know each other at a cursory level, and then never deal with Runifen for the rest of their lives.

"You destroy, throw out a wand, and believe it or not, this city in the sky will collapse."

"Look here." Owen pointed to the bottom of the sparkling pool. Gold was made into a coat of arms.

It was several arcs nested together, and the golden arcs were regularly lit up, forming a striking sign together.

"What is this?"

"This is the sign of Eugtrasil." Owen explains, "Of course we usually call it the World Tree. ”

"World Tree?" Sirius frowned, "The one in Norse mythology?" ”

"Obviously – yes.

But we all know that the myth in the mouth of the Muggle is actually a wizard in ancient times, and I met the ancestor of the Centaur in the Forbidden Forest before, which is a demigod of Greek mythology, and the wizard's ability to turn rivers and seas, move mountains and soar, is not an adjective of gods in ancient times? Maybe Odin was an alchemist? The World Tree is actually his invention.

It's like a medieval wizard who invented the magic bean and used it to land on the moon.

Perhaps the World Tree is an alien seed brought by the primordial meteor that fell from the sky 10,000 years ago.

Odin hung himself upside down from a tree for nine days to get Runivan, which really happened!

In short, we can't find the truth about these things.

In short, who knows what happened thousands of years ago.

I thought it was strange before, how could a magic bean have such a powerful ability to support such a huge sky island.

Now it seems that it is indeed a fake. ”

"Fake?" Sirius said.

"It's not just fake, it's just a bull's head and a horse's mouth, it's not the magic bean's ability at all, it's just a vine - can a vine grow so big without the trees that support it to climb?"

"It's a seal! It's destruction, it's a tool for the outer gods to wield the power of the World Tree, and it's only with the help of some wizards. Owen said sarcastically.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand this?" Owen tilted his head and said, "We're in a bubble of the World Tree right now, and if you really can't figure it out, you might think it's the fruit."

I don't know exactly what the power of the World Tree is.

But from the ancient magic of this pool, which is almost liquefied, it can be inferred that the World Tree is extremely valuable to the outer gods.

Of course, this value may not only be the tree, but also its hidden location and the living creatures living on the tree.

Wait—time has passed, and the Outer Gods have restarted here, and the purpose must have been that group of giants, and I had deduced the truth from the mouth of the giant woman named Amin before.

As for how the Outer Gods control the World Tree - that will be a long plan.

I think they should first use the stone pillar to turn into chains to control the core of the World Tree, which is here. It is the place where the will converges.

And then step by step of the scheme, at first the outer gods definitely didn't want to drain the World Tree, but some kind of accident happened a few decades ago.

The wizard banished the giant here, and planted the beans under the bewitchment of the outer gods, and from then on, he only planned to completely drain the World Tree.

I estimate that in a few years, the World Tree will die. ”

"This"

Owen pointed to the stone pillar in front of him again.

"This stone pillar is built right on the core of the canopy, in order to absorb the last bit of nutrients from the canopy to maintain its own existence, this is like a sword inserted into a person's heart, although a person can't live, but as long as you don't pull out the sword directly, he can still survive for a few minutes, but if we pull out the sword now, then the person will die immediately, and the World Tree is the same."

All the truth is confessed.

It turns out that the 'portkey' they have been looking for will eventually lead them here.

"Whew-"

And that's far from the end of the journey.

The Great Vortex of Kalibdis.

Obelisk.

An even greater conspiracy awaited him.

With a sigh, Owen waved his wand, and the ancient magic in his body transformed into countless runi characters.

The words are nestled together, slowly woven into a gilded key.

Then he submerged the false key into the pillar.

In an instant, the stone pillar brightened, and the countless runi characters on the surface seemed to be imprisoned seals, and then these characters began to change their form regularly.

On the stone pillars, the curtain seemed to suddenly seem to be in a deep quagmire, and the speed of the flow began to slow down, then slower and slower, and finally disappeared completely.

"That's it!"

"Odin has acquired the wisdom of the primordial rune, and today it is my turn." Owen smiled faintly, looking at the pool of spring water under him, his heart was agitated and could not be calm, he had obtained the same knowledge of the god Odin, but he also had a glimpse of the true face of the outer god in the void gap of the purple sea.

Prizes and penalties are awarded at the same time.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a world tree that has existed for more than 10,000 years!

(End of chapter)