As Amosta's words spread through the empty hall of the temple, an inexplicable aura of murder gradually spread, and the two men stared at each other from a distance of fifty feet, both seeing the determination in each other's heterogeneous eyes that would not give in, as if a fierce conflict was inevitable.

Amosta looked indifferent, although he was confident in his own strength, but he had never fought a druid, and he was also wary of whether this woman Vitia would have something that wizards could not imagine.

Hiss --

And just as he was raising his vigilance in his heart, the burning heat from the palm of his hand made him stunned, and immediately, his face changed suddenly.

From overcoming the allure of power to Amosta's disconnection from the earth, the staff of the twin serpents was like an ordinary staff, without any resistance or strange phenomena, Amosta easily pulled it out, and after obtaining it, the time barriers around the altar also dissipated, and everything was simply unbelievable.

But without any warning, the two basilisks opened their yellow snake pupils again, and an irresistible force suddenly welled up from the cold staff, just like the grabs that had bounced Gryffindor before.

In an instant, the prophetic Amosta threw the twin snake staff into the air, summoning a silver metal shield in front of him.

Vitia was equally stunned by the sudden change, and she looked at the twin snake staff spinning in mid-air, and only hesitated for a short time before she put aside her hesitation and summoned the golden scepter into her hand with a desperate determination.

The thousand-year-old vision was thus realized, and Vitia couldn't help but be speechless, but the mutation of the twin snake staff continued, and a wave of palpitating gray magic poured out of the golden staff, and the basilisk with open eyes clinged to the golden scepter and spit out a thick black smoke, which regathered into a death-like figure in mid-air, staring at Vetia Creona who looked rather helpless below.

Airplanes--

A majestic hum resounded through the temple, and Amosta looked solemn, and he suddenly remembered what he had seen on the fresco, the shadow that lurked in the body of the legendary Black Witch Morgan Lefey when she was about to fall to Merlin and King Arthur.

"Why--why do you do that!"

The humming of the black shadow carried an incomprehensible revelation that seemed to contain some incredible information, and the confusion in Videa's turquoise eyes gradually turned into disbelief and even lost her voice.

"What the hell did you hear?"

The mysterious and strange scene taking place in the halls of the empty temple made Amosta's brow furrow, and he questioned Vitia sharply.

The Druid priestess seemed to have heard something absolutely ridiculous, and the emerald pupils were full of astonishment, and judging from her expression, she seemed to be very resistant to the revelation given by the shadow that emerged from the twin serpent staffs, and in response to Vitia's resistance, the hum of the shadow became even more intense, as if to order her to carry out the ridiculous orders it had given.

"Tell me what the hell it's talking about!"

Although Amosa did not understand the ancient language that may be exclusive to the druids, it did not prevent his intuition from sensing that something was wrong, and he raised his wand in a gesture that Vitia would have shot directly if she had not said a word.

Vitia gradually became calmer, she looked at Amosta, there was still unwillingness in her eyes, but for some reason, Amosta also sensed some apologies in this woman's complicated eyes.

"I don't know much more than you do, Mr. Blaine, anyway, thank you for getting it for us--"

After she finished saying this, in mid-air, the black shadow that had completed the mission suddenly dissipated, and before Amosta could react, the undriven double snake staff suddenly floated to the top of Vitia's head, bursting out of a gray circle of light, and directly teleported away from the temple with Vetia and disappeared.

"Wait!"

Amosta screamed, he took three steps and made two steps to run to the place where Vitia was standing just now, trying to use the residual magic in the air to lock Vitia's position, and the phantom shifter caught up, but the chaotic magical magnetic field and space in this secret realm brought more restrictions than the anti-phantom shifting spell, Amosta's figure suddenly blurred, as if to squeeze into the air, but the next second, he was repelled again.

"This woman!"

Amosta was almost angry and scolded, and he wanted to try to locate it again, but the temple suddenly shook violently at this time, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made Amosta lose his mind for a while.

Whoa!

"The secret realm is about to collapse!"

The space created by magic rapidly collapsed, the earth cracked one after another shocking cracks, and the world began to tilt in Amosta's eyes, all of which were signs that this secret realm that had existed for more than a thousand years was about to collapse after the departure of the Twin Serpent Staffs.

If he doesn't leave here before the realm collapses, then he will most likely be banished to the chaotic void and never return.

Thinking of this, Amosta did not dare to delay, and was about to leave the main hall immediately, flying to the door that entered the secret realm to leave the secret realm, but as he took a step, he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes pointed to the altar and landed on the silver sword that belonged to Gryffindor...

........

The originally noisy Stonehenge Park became extremely silent in an instant, and hundreds of Muggles stared in amazement at the few suddenly fallen boulders, and the young man in strange robes who suddenly ran out of the dust, and their turbulent thoughts came to a standstill.

“... You, who are you, you... What exactly was done? ”

The Muggle guide in the scenic area, who was dedicated to introducing the origin of Stonehenge, looked at the young man with a gloomy look and stammered.

Looking at the sun hanging in the middle of the canopy, emitting infinite light and heat, Amosta was in a trance for a moment.

He and Vitia had entered the secret realm in the middle of the night last night, and had only been in it for a few hours at most, but when they came out, it was already noon... Wrong!

"What is the number today?"

Amosta asked in a quiet voice as he looked at the Muggle guide.

"On July 28, this gentleman ... You..."

"It's been five days... Is the temporal flow rate of the inner and outer spaces inconsistent? Amosta muttered to himself.

At this moment, a snow-white owl that had been hovering in the sky for several days swooped down, landed directly on Amosta's shoulder, and tilted its head and pecked Amosta on the cheek, it seemed that it had been waiting for a long time.

Ignoring the whispering Muggles, Amosta opened the letter and glanced at it twice, squeezing out a few fine lines on his forehead.

"Thank you, little one, I already know--"

Amosta smiled at the snow-white and thanked him.

Cuckoo--

The clever owl pecked Amosta's earlobe with its beak and urged him to set off quickly, then flapped its wings and quickly disappeared from sight.

A commotion was heard not far away, and several Muggle policemen were squeezing through the crowd and desperately rushing towards the ruined and valuable historical site.

Amosta turned and waved his wand to reset the definite boulders, and then, slightly apologetically, nodded at the doubtful Muggles,

"I'm sorry to disturb your sightseeing, but I'm leaving... So... Forget it! ”

PS: Next, I will use a dozen chapters to finish one or two foreshadowings buried in the early stage





























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