Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 194 193: The so-called God, the God exploded
The ancient and mysterious temple stood quietly in the ancient city. The stone buildings were carved by time and became mottled. Ian had no idea what era he was brought to.

He looked up and saw the dim light, as if it had been covered by the dust of time. It seeped in through the uneven gaps in the dome as slowly as a snail crawling.

Dust flew wildly in the dim light, casting a mysterious and heavy veil over the ancient stone building. The fire on the altar flickered continuously.

"There are traces of magic here." Ian looked around. Strange totems were carved on the ancient stone pillars. Every stroke revealed the glory and antiquity of this civilization.

Every stone is engraved with traces of time. The rough surface and mottled texture seem to whisper that it has been there for a long time. On the wall, twisted and strange lines interweave with each other, like ancient characters or some mysterious totem.

It seemed to hide a power that could subvert the world's cognition. Not only that, there were seven huge statues standing around the altar. Their faces had long been blurred by the erosion of time, but they still made people feel their majesty and mystery. There were some broken stone slabs scattered on the ground, as if they had once recorded the history of the past.

"It's not runes..." Ian tried to decipher the magic runes on the temple. However, just like when he couldn't understand the magic runes in the mysterious tower, he fell into a blind spot of knowledge again.

The magic runes here are slightly similar to those in the tower, but they are two completely different systems. A preliminary estimate shows that this time is probably at least two thousand years away from the 20th century.

after all.

The last time this type of magic rune structure appeared was during the reign of King Arthur. So since Ian could see similar magic runs, the era he lived in was definitely not later than that of King Arthur.

While Ian was still observing.

outside.

The noisy movement was getting closer and closer, and footsteps gradually appeared at the gate. The little girl who had fled out of fear was now being brought back by a group of people wearing strange clothes and with solemn faces. Her face was full of fear, and her hands and mouth were controlled by others, so she could only whimper faintly.

"For all of us, this is the mission you have shouldered since you were born. You must sing for the gods so that they can continue to sleep, otherwise all of us will be punished by the gods."

The leader was tall and burly, like a small mountain. His face was covered with strange totems, and he held a scepter inlaid with gems in his hand. He was wearing a robe embroidered with strange symbols. The robe rustled as he walked, and he looked like an ancient wizard.

at this time.

The leading wizard had a face full of anger, his brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and he tilted his head to scold the little girl in an extremely stern tone, "Don't try to fool us with some nonsense. There is no one else here. There are only us, only the priests. No one can break into our temple!"

"Not even a fly can get in..." Before the high priest could finish his words, his subordinate next to him raised his hand and poked his arm. He impatiently shook off his subordinate's hand.

however.

The hand stabbed him again.

"This is such a sacred place. I am correcting the thoughts of our Dream Queen. Please don't interrupt me..." The high priest was interrupted again.

It was the other priests who followed him.

"Oh, my God! There! There is someone there!" These people were all shocked and raised their hands to point at the top of the altar, the restricted area that should not be touched by anyone.

"No!"

The old and blurry-eyed high priest finally straightened his head and saw with horror the young wizard standing on the platform. At this time, Ian was also looking at this group of ancient people curiously.

"What a heinous crime! Damn you little child!" The high priest's face turned pale and his whole body was shaking. He raised his scepter and wanted to cast a spell but was afraid of desecrating the temple altar.

"God... God has really awakened!?" A priest who also had runes engraved on his skin exclaimed in disbelief, without any excitement or happiness in his voice.

It's all panic and fear.

Other priests like him had almost the same expression.

"He is not a god! Don't panic!" The high priest quickly calmed the emotions of the other priests. His tone was very firm, but there was also some underlying uneasiness.

"How could He not be! The altar was glowing just now! And then He spoke to me!" As a priest let go of the little girl, the luxuriously dressed little girl immediately raised her question.

"You were just teased!"

The high priest glared at the little girl in a serious voice, then turned to look at Ian angrily, "Who are you! How dare you break into the temple at this time!"

The man's voice was low and cold, and his eyes stabbed at Ian on the altar like a knife. Facing his question, the young wizard raised his eyebrows without changing his expression.

"Where is this place?"

Ian did not answer the other party's question.

He is more concerned about the time and place he is in.
"This is a place that cannot be entered. Your actions have seriously disturbed the peace of the gods. You must come down immediately and accept the punishment for the sins you have committed!" The high priest didn't care at all whether Ian was a child or not. His voice was angry, but he didn't dare to speak loudly.

"The peace of God...sleeping?" Ian initially thought that the little girl had misunderstood him, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and he began to look around the platform he was on again.

There were many bronze handicrafts placed here, but there were no offerings inside. After Ian turned around, he finally understood why these priests were nervous.

I saw.

In the place that was previously covered by the time tunnel and occupied by light, there was actually a hidden space. A few wisps of gauze covered a cube-like bronze room.

Said it was a room.

In fact, it might be more appropriate to describe it as a box several meters long and wide. A tulle that didn't look old hung from the top, hiding the looming black figure inside.

"Damn it! Come back! Come down quickly! You can't go in!" When the high priest saw Ian turn around and walk towards the altar, he suddenly panicked and didn't bother to lower his voice.

"Stop your blasphemous behavior! If the gods awaken, everyone will be killed by you!"

The high priest began to roar hysterically, his eyes revealing deep anger and panic, as if Ian was a demon that could bring disaster at any time.

"Relax, I'm just taking a look... Maybe the guy I'm hunting is hiding here. If he escapes, he will bring you real disaster and pain."

Ian didn't disrespect the beliefs of the ancients. He was just worried that "Malfoy" was hiding here. In his opinion, the idea of ​​awakening the sleeping gods was complete nonsense.

It's pure feudal superstition.

This is true even in a world with magic.

No one understands God better than him.

After all, he only has a skeleton god.

Just then, Ian lifted the veil, and the bronze room was filled with an old and decayed smell. The scene that came into his sight almost made him vomit out the dinner he had eaten tonight.

I saw.

There was a faint musty smell in the air.

In the center of the room, an ugly humanoid creature sat quietly on a dilapidated stone throne. Its skin was a sickly gray-green color, and its body was covered with rotten sores. Its limbs were twisted out of proportion, as if it was made up of countless broken limbs. Its face was even more hideous, with its eyes sunken into two black holes and its lips cracked, revealing a row of yellowed and incomplete teeth.

"This god is really... unique." Ian didn't cover his nose, because he didn't smell any stench from this corpse-like body. Perhaps it was because the skin of this body was dry, not only the flesh and blood were withered, but even the rotten wounds had no moisture.

The skin of this ancient body was wrinkled together, as if it had been ruthlessly drained of moisture by the years. The skin and meridians were tightly attached to the bones, showing a shriveled state. Where muscles should have been, there were only deep grooves left, as if they had been cut by a sharp blade.

The outline of each bone is clearly visible, as if it would break like a dead branch with just the slightest touch.

Although the creature's appearance was disgusting, Ian quickly adapted to the environment. He approached with great interest, trying to observe whether the creature still had any signs of life.

"An immortal body that has remained for many years?" The young wizard gently touched the creature's arm. The bones under the skin were clearly visible and felt cold and hard.

"Tsk tsk, I see." Ian seemed to have realized something and suddenly became bored. He turned around and walked back to the outer area of ​​the altar.

at this time.

Seeing him reappear, the high priest and a group of priests breathed a sigh of relief. The gorgeously dressed little girl hid behind a group of priests and looked up curiously at Ian on the platform.

"You are guilty of the heinous crime of blasphemy. You don't know what you are doing! Get down!" The high priest had already reached the point of being unable to bear it any longer and was about to climb up to the platform.

The other priests did not have the courage of the high priest.

"Is there no one in this place at this time who knows alchemy? You guys are worshipping such obvious biological alchemy works as if they were gods?"

"That's just a broken alchemical creation. Really, if I hadn't been able to sense the magic in your bodies, I would have doubted whether you were wizards."

Ian had no intention of preaching to the ancients. He just felt that this group of wizards were the ones who truly blasphemed the name of wizards, worshiping an alchemical creation for who knows how many years.

"Get off!!!"

The high priest didn't want to argue with Ian at all. The presence of the altar made him afraid to release magic, but his strong body allowed him to climb all the way up to the altar in an attempt to catch the little wizard.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I know how to walk." Ian saw the high priest getting closer and closer, and was about to cast magic to leave, but he found that the high priest looked up at him and his eyes changed from anger to fear.

"He's awake! He's really awake this time!"

"Oh my God! That's... that's the god who once killed countless people!?"

“He is so terrible!”

……

The priests on the ground also cried out in fear, they turned around and ran, and the high priest who had already climbed halfway just let go and fell back to the ground.

"Paji~"

This fall must have been very painful.

The sound is very crisp.

Maybe some bones were broken.

"Don't run! Don't run! Let me run first!" The high priest with a painful look on his face didn't care about the injuries on his body. Although his whole body was in pain, he still rushed towards the gate with the help of adrenaline.

"Huh?" Ian was stunned.

He turned his head as if realizing something - and sure enough, the rotten body that had been sitting on the throne before was now standing behind him, staring at him with its dry head tilted.

This humanoid alchemical monster seemed to have been wantonly kneaded by a pair of invisible giant hands. Its body was extremely distorted as it stood there, its eyes were empty but revealed a creepy chill.

"Hello."

Ian nodded politely.

The magic wand that had been held in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

"Oh!"

Magic hits.

With a loud bang, the body of the humanoid monster was torn into pieces, and then turned into ashes in the fierce fire that rose up.

It has no ability to resist at all.

Just as Ian judged, this was just a broken alchemical creation. Maybe it once had great power, but now it was no better than a walking corpse.

"It's not as scary as you think."

When Ian turned around, there was no one else in the temple. Only the little girl who was still kneeling on the ground was staring at him with her big, beautiful eyes.

The little girl's eyes were filled with uncertainty and horror.

"I think we are all reasonable people. You saw it, right? He was the first one to show his health bar... Um, I mean, he was the first to try to launch a sneak attack without following martial ethics."

"Trust me, this is really just a broken alchemical creation."

Ian and the little girl known as the Dream Queen looked at each other. There was no one else in the empty temple at this moment, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

Facing Ian's explanation.

The little girl just continued to kneel there, looking at Ian with her big, beautiful eyes. She didn't respond, and there was an expression of incredible shock on her face.

The silence continued.

Ian was not a person who liked silence. Of course, Ian was still a little embarrassed about his conditioned reflex, mainly because the little girl's gaze was really hard to adapt to. He thought that the little girl didn't understand his words and sentences, so he changed his words to something that the other party might understand.

"I'm sorry for blowing up your god... Can this matter be undone if I pay you?" The little wizard's way of thinking is always so peculiar and different.

He was not mocking, he just realized that this group of strange priests were different from normal priests. These priests were not the kind of clergy who believed in the existence they served.

They seemed to be more afraid of the thing sleeping in the temple. Ian wanted to try to make these people understand the essence of that thing, but it was obvious that this group of people might not have really been exposed to biological alchemy.

no way.

Ian could only use the other party's name for the alchemical creature.

"Or I could build you a new one of those things... I've done research on it, but it lacks the intelligence, but we could catch a Dementor and stuff it in there."

"Oh, yes, I'm afraid you don't have Dementors here yet, that's a bit troublesome." Ian turned into a white mist and floated from the altar to the ground of the temple.

He transformed back into human form in front of the little girl.

"It's magic."

In order to avoid scaring the little girl, Ian explained it briefly. Although he also felt the magic power in the little girl, he still didn't know much about the little wizards of this era.

"I know."

Fortunately, the little girl did not make a fuss. She just stared at Ian in front of her with surprise. Her eyes were always on Ian's face without straying from it at all.

Ian moved.

The little girl's eyes followed suit. Her eyes made Ian feel a little uncomfortable. They were eyes that Ian had never seen before. There was no hatred or hostility, but rather admiration.

Just when Ian was having trouble adapting.

"I've been singing for you." The little girl suddenly spoke, her voice as clear as a mountain stream, and her bright eyes were filled with a bright color.

"It's been like this every day since I can remember." The little girl stood up. Her movements were as light as a feather, and she began to circle around Ian curiously.

"Every morning, I need to stand under the altar and sing. They say that this is a hymn dedicated to the gods. In those songs, I see a different world."

"It's a completely different world from ours." The little girl suddenly stopped circling, raised her hand, and carefully touched the little wizard in front of her.

"It's you, I know it's you... not that ugly monster just now." The little girl seemed happy to touch Ian, her whole face was full of excitement.

"I think everyone is wrong. You are not here to destroy us, you are here to save us." The little girl suddenly hugged Ian, making Ian raise his hands at a loss.

"I'm just following an evil wizard... You know what wizards are, right?" Ian tried to break free, but the little girl held him very tightly.

It took him a lot of effort to "pick" the little girl off his body.

"Everyone in the temple is a wizard, and only wizards can join the temple." The little girl did not show a confused expression, but gave a definite response.

"A group of wizards are afraid of an alchemical creature. This is really weird..." Although Ian had already seen through this, he still couldn't help but sigh after hearing the little girl's answer.

"That's because of an ancient legend, a true legend. Whenever you wake up, a disaster will happen. It is a disaster that even the united wizards cannot resist." A trace of fear appeared on the little girl's face, and her tone was trembling, just like she was uneasy when she saw Ian for the first time.

"First of all, I'm not a god. Secondly, the power of wizards should not be underestimated. Every wizard has great power. The key is how you can discover your own power."

"Fear cannot help you overcome difficulties, but the magic you possess can. Don't worship others, worship yourself and regard yourself as a god." Ian didn't know whether his words could inspire the ancients thousands of years ago. He just felt that the little girl's kindness was worth his reminder.

For Ian's patient guidance.

The little girl didn't comment.

She saw Ian walking towards the gate and immediately chased after him.

"Everyone thinks that the disaster is a punishment from you, but now I understand that it is not like that. The disaster came first, and then you awakened us and saved us."

"You are the God of salvation! Not the God of destruction! I remember all the past history! I firmly believe that I understand this!" The little girl said with some excitement.

"Um... I've been awake the whole time. I'm really not a sleep god... Of course, if I don't find the wizard I'm looking for, I'm afraid there will be some disasters here."

Ian walked out of the temple.

The glaring sunlight made him squint subconsciously.

"It's a nice day." The little wizard raised his hand to block the sun, and in front of him was a large open platform. The platform was paved with huge stone slabs, and the years had left deep and shallow marks on it.

"To be honest, I still want to know where I am." Ian blocked the sunlight with his hands and looked forward. A magnificent ancient city appeared before his eyes.

The city is built on the mountain and is surrounded by towering walls. The spires of the towers point straight to the sky. The stone houses, arched bridges and winding streets all show their simplicity and solemnity.

This is obviously a city with a high level of civilization.

"We are the city protected by Venus."

The little girl responded to Ian's doubts.

"Is there smoke over there? Is there a fire?" Ian saw the towering mountains next to the city. He clearly saw wisps of black smoke rising from the mountains.

In this regard.

The little girl was not surprised.

"It's a volcano. It's always like this, but it's more active this year." The little girl also looked at the mountain, with a hint of gratitude in her tone.

"Every winter, cities like ours rely on the geothermal heat it emits for heating, and it helps a lot of people." The little girl turned her head to look at the "god" beside her, only to find that the "god" was pale, with dull eyes, and a stiff neck, and he turned his head to look at her as well.

"What did you say?"

Ian asked in a horrified voice.

"That's a volcano."

The little girl repeated what she had already said in confusion.

"Not this one, but the one before it. Where are we?" Ian's voice had begun to tremble, and he felt his hand holding the wand was shaking.

"This is Pompeii Corneria, guarded by Venus." The little girl may have thought that Ian didn't understand, so she told her the official name of the city in the outside world.

"..."

Ian heard this.

The whole person has become completely stiff.

"Tom...what are you going to do..."

In several battles with Voldemort.

For the first time, the little wizard felt a chill in his spine and felt... uneasiness.

(End of this chapter)