Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 205 204: Irresistible! Ascend to the legend!

The ground beneath my feet was shaking violently.

"It seems that this is indeed a solution." Ian stared at the huge Helpo in the distance. He saw the fear on Helpo's face, and his guess in his heart was confirmed.

Under the catalysis of Ian's magic, Mount Vesuvius was like an awakened ancient beast, letting out a deafening roar, ready to devour everything that stood in its way.

The power that had been accumulated for countless years was completely released at this moment.

Its eruption was like the end of the world. Thick smoke, carrying hot magma, gushed out of the crater with overwhelming force, and the sky was completely dyed a strange blood red by this terrifying force.

Thick volcanic ash, still glowing with fire, was sweeping across the sky. The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and hot lava, and every breath felt like it was burning the lungs.

Even the sunlight was blocked by the thick volcanic ash.

"This... This is the end of the world!"

At this time, the lava was rolling, like countless black dragons circling up. The priests beside Ian had already collapsed to the ground in fear. They had never thought that they would face such a terrible natural disaster.

Faced with the oncoming, unstoppable torrent of magma, all the priests seemed to have completely lost the ability to think, and they even lost the courage to pray to the gods.

"This... This is God's punishment!"

of course.

There were also elderly wizards who had lost their voices and collapsed, and then they laughed miserably.

Many people stood there in a daze, staring at the sky that was gradually dyed red, as if they had lost the ability to think. Even those wizards who usually boasted of being extraordinary and otherworldly felt their own insignificance at this moment. Their magic seemed so insignificant in the face of this natural disaster.

They had even lost the courage to pray to the gods for protection - it was no wonder that these people had mental problems. After all, the Pompeii disaster was one of the nine largest volcanic eruptions in human history, apart from the volcanic eruption that exterminated the dinosaurs. The entire mountain range awakened in the roar, symbolizing the power of nature.

Even gods would pale in comparison to such great power, let alone mortal wizards?
“This is a scenario I never saw coming.”

The little girl Cassandra hugged Ian's legs tightly, her body trembling violently, and her face was as pale as paper.

"My Lord, what have you done?" Her tone was filled with unrelieved fear, and her voice seemed so small amid the roar of the volcano, as if it would be torn apart by the roar of the volcano at any time.

But Ian heard it clearly. The volcanic ash fell like black snowflakes, covering the earth. He gently stroked the little girl's hair.

"I'm saving you."

Ian's wizard robe fluttered in the heat wave as he stared at the doomsday that he had released with his own hands - this was not an ordinary volcanic eruption, but an "anchor of history" awakened in advance by the magic of time.

The arrival of this moment is inevitable. It is a node in history that is difficult to change. Even God cannot stop it. What's more, why is it that Hero's ascension to godhood is not possible because of the lack of an angel like him?
This was the best response Ian could think of. Anyway, the ancient city of Pompeii had been destroyed by Herbo, and those who had been assimilated would definitely not mind it.

Ian, knowing that he could not compete with Helpo with his strength, chose to detonate the historical node of the natural disaster in advance, just to make fate come to this place a little earlier.

The plan went smoothly.

but.

Haierbo could not accept this.

"How could this happen! How could this be possible! I am just a mortal and a wizard, how can I tamper with the order of time!" Helbo screamed in disbelief.

Ben is the power to steal "mistakes" from fate.

Now the "correct" destiny is upon us.

This made his spirit seem somewhat shaky under the force of the volcanic eruption.

"Tell me! Why do you deserve that?"

Hailbo's voice was filled with anger and fear. His divine state began to collapse, and the divine light around him gradually dimmed, as if the "wrong" power he absorbed was leaving his body.

Facing the question from the ancient black wizard, Ian did not answer him, but just quietly looked at the raging lava. The lava was like a raging torrent, sweeping everything away. The blazing heat seemed to swallow up the entire world, and also swallowed him and the priests.

however.

Just as the lava was about to arrive, a golden light suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping Ian, Cassandra and the surviving wizards.

That was the power of the Goddess of Recklessness. As Helpo's paradox field faded and her power declined, she escaped in time and used her divine power to protect this group of people during the natural disaster.

"You're absolutely crazy!"

There was shock and anger in the voice of the Goddess of Recklessness.

"You are trying to kill yourself!"

She landed beside Ian. Beyond the golden light was the roaring torrent, which was now rushing down the mountain ridge like a huge wave, engulfing the city below the mountain.

"Don't we still have you? I always believe in my teammates." Ian silently put the props he had prepared back into his pocket and smiled slightly, showing his trust in the goddess of recklessness.

This greatly increased the favorability of the reckless goddess who was fooled.

"My rescue is never late." The goddess was obviously touched by Ian's words. Her originally angry expression turned into a sigh of regret for the destruction of the ancient city.

"You can think of this way of dealing with the problem... it's really amazing." She did not hide her shock at the little wizard's imagination. She had never seen any wizard with such courage and madness.

He actually dared to try to control fate and the nodes of history. Most importantly, he succeeded, which made the goddess of reckless husband not know how to evaluate Ian's operation for a while.

She had never seen anyone so crazy, nor had she ever seen such calm madness.

"This is no longer something that can be described as a miracle."

The mood of the reckless goddess was not much calmer than that of Helbo. However, the one with the biggest ups and downs in his heart was of course Helbo, after all, he was falling step by step from the step of ascending to the sky.

"Just win."

Ian looked up at Hailpo in the distance. Hailpo was still suspended in the air, and the divine light around him gradually dimmed, as if his power was being devoured by some invisible force.

The features of his divine countenance were also beginning to become misplaced.

"No! It shouldn't be like this!"

Hailbo tried his best to fight back and stop his own decline. However, his ability to make the result happen before the cause to form a closed loop was simply not working as it should have.

He calls himself a god, believing that he has transcended the limitations of mortals and can change the course of history at will. However, when the unchangeable history comes, he also feels an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

"Stop! Disappear!" The divine power around Helbo was surging, trying to take effect. He tried his best to use his own power to reverse the disaster, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not change the course of the volcanic eruption. He could only watch as the lava that made it impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth swept towards him.

The faces on his torso screamed at the same time. This false god, who had merged countless lives, looked increasingly unwilling and terrified. The mummies that were supposed to hold him up were now vaporizing into smoke in the magma.

It certainly wasn't the lava that hurt him.

But the torrent of fate was like an invisible hand, turning all his efforts into nothing. Helbo could only try his best to protect his two angels.

As long as the angel was still there, he still had hope. At this time, Herbo's divine state was already collapsing, but he was powerless because he lacked an angel and could not truly ascend to godhood.

His body began to crack, like a broken statue.

“I haven’t failed yet!”

Hailbo knew.

At this time, I can only take a gamble.

He condensed the ancient magic runes and gathered them in his eyes, staring at Ian like sparks, wanting to attack Ian and forcibly transform Ian into an angel.

"careful!"

The Goddess of Recklessness noticed Helbo's intention, and stood in front of Ian with golden light all over her body. However, Ian, who felt that Helbo's power was still overcoming the influence of the Goddess of Recklessness, decisively chose to fight back.

"Soul-stealing!"

Of course, the only thing he can rely on is magic.

but.

Magic may indeed have limitations when fighting against gods, but Herbo's soul is just that of a wizard. Ian, who saw through this, met Herbo's gaze.

next moment.

The collision of invisible forces.

Helpo was led by Ian into the world of subconsciousness. The volcano was gone, the doomsday was gone, the roar disappeared, and an unprecedented peace filled this strange space.

Skyscrapers tower into the sky, cars flow endlessly on the streets, and pedestrians hurry by. No one knows what they are busy with, perhaps not even themselves.

"Huh?" All this was strange and weird to Hailbo. He had never seen such a scene before - giant beasts made of steel and glass, roaring mechanical vehicles, and people wearing strange clothes. A flash of shock flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by surprise and joy.

Hailbo stood in the middle of the street, his eyes full of shock and ecstasy.

"Is this... your world of thought?" He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "What a stupid act! How dare you pull my soul back into your consciousness!"

"Do you think that because you are a wizard who has reached the limit of the human world, your soul has the capital to compete with me? How ridiculous! You have no idea how much suffering and hardships I have endured in the underworld!" "My soul is thousands of times stronger than yours, you...you are courting your own destruction!" His laughter echoed in the street, and the little wizard's voice and response also rang out.

Ian's voice came from all directions: "I don't think so. Actual cases have proved to me that here... in my territory, I am more powerful than ever before."

It was impossible to tell where the calm and plain voice came from. Hailbo looked among the people of all kinds around him, but he couldn't see Ian hiding among them.

"Want to play hide-and-seek with me?"

Haierbo sneered, and simply disdained Ian's response. He directly attacked, trying to destroy this space with his soul power, and then occupied Ian's body and forcibly transformed to complete the creation of the last angel of the ascension. Wherever that power went, it brought terrifying power.

Thousands of years of resentment and greed are like a ferocious beast.

"Disappear all of them!"

He spoke in an arrogant tone.

however.

The expression on his face quickly froze and stiffened. The reason was that when his terrifying soul power exploded, he was horrified to find that his raging soul power could not harm this space at all.

Whether it is the tall buildings or the dust on the streets, nothing can be shaken. This is like a constant world, and no external force can change its order.

"This is impossible... Impossible!" Haierbo's voice trembled a little, "How could my thousands of years of spiritual accumulation not be able to shake you?"

He was horrified and roared wildly, his voice full of resentment and anger, and of course, fear and uneasiness that he tried hard to conceal. This legendary dark wizard felt impossible weirdness for the second time.

"What on earth have you done to me! Where is this place! You can't possibly have a soul stronger than mine! Impossible! My soul is far stronger than any legend!"

Hailbo, who was furious, asked loudly.

Face his hysterics.

"Who knows."

Ian's voice suddenly sounded, as if coming from all directions. Hailbo tried to follow the sound again to find Ian's soul, but he heard the sound of flapping wings.

The voice was deep and powerful, like the sound of the flow of fate.

"You!! How can you be a bird!?" Hailbo looked up with a look of horror, and saw a raven perched on a telephone pole, its eyes scarlet and cold.

The incomprehensible doubts in my mind did not wait for answers.

because.

Before Ian could speak.

Hailbo's soul began to change - he looked directly into Ian's soul like the sun god, but he obviously did not have the tenacity of the sun god.

At the beginning.

Hailbo's eyes began to crack silently, and soon, the cracks began to spread to his entire body, and his entire soul seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force.

"I..." Hailbo felt an unbearable impact. His mind went blank and he raised his hand to touch his face in a daze. The nose on the snake's face fell into his hand first.

Perhaps the first thing lost by all who undergo this magical transformation is the nose.

"Can't understand..."

Hailbo only had time to mutter to himself.

next moment.

His entire soul completely disintegrated and became a nutrient. In reality, Ian slowly opened his eyes and saw the reckless goddess beside him with a worried look on her face, as if trying to enter his subconscious.

"I think you'd better not do that."

He chuckled.

"You really do have a big secret!"

The Reckless Goddess saw that Herbo's "God State" in the distance was completely swallowed up by the lava, and she also knew that Ian was the winner of the soul duel, which made her feel relieved but also had a complicated expression.

"I hope this third miracle doesn't disappoint you." Ian was helped to stand up. At this time, the eruption of Mount Vesuvius was nearing its end.

The entire city was buried in volcanic ash and lava, and the former prosperity had been completely swallowed up and disappeared. Cassandra came over and pulled Ian's clothes.

"Thank you, my Lord."

She still did not blame Ian for the disaster, and thanked him for the hundreds of priests who were left here. The little girl seemed to have matured a lot in just one night. The priests were crying and grieving. Their homes, relatives, and dreams all vanished at this moment.

"The living must continue to tell the dead stories about their existence." The Goddess of the Wildness comforted the priests, but she also felt helpless and sad.

“It’s not a happy story.”

Ian also felt a little regretful.

The goddess of recklessness revealed a vicissitudes of life look when she heard this.

“No story is perfect. There are always regrets and pain in it. What’s important is that you did save so many people. Maybe what happened today will be sung many years later.”

"It may become... some kind of fairy tale." She looked at the little wizard beside her, her tone sighing and meaningful, and at this time the priests also calmed down.

There was singing.

It was as if they were praying for the lives lost in this disaster.

"You can go too..."

Ian nodded to Cassandra.

The little girl immediately joined the ranks of the surviving priests. Her voice was clear and ethereal, and it was particularly moving in this sad atmosphere, like a beam of light penetrating the darkness.

"The person you are looking for and your friend seem to have been buried along with Herbo's ambition..." The Goddess of Recklessness saw Ian staring at the devastated mountain below.

She tried to comfort Ian.

but.

The words are not finished yet.

She noticed that something was beginning to happen to Ian.

"what happened?"

Ian himself felt a little stunned. His eyes suddenly began to glow, and then magic runes lit up all over his body, and his consciousness seemed to be pulled back into the world of thinking.

"This is……"

Ian saw it.

The image that had been blurry until now began to become clear. Some kind of ancient and powerful power was growing in his body, not coming out of thin air, but as if it was flowing from somewhere.

That is… the power of paradox.

Ian felt this gain in disbelief. At the same time, in reality, golden magic words were all over his body, and he was emitting a faint light.

In this land baptized by disaster, a new, unprecedented legendary wizard is about to be born. The fluctuation of that power makes the goddess of recklessness feel terrified.

"How can this legendary property be so powerful?!"

She stared with her eyes wide open in astonishment.

In the sky.

The thick dust raised by the volcanic eruption was suddenly dispersed, the volcanic ash in the real world gradually settled, the chariot of the sun god rolled across the sky, and he came to his daughter silently.

"You crazy girl, don't you even know who you have chosen?" The appearance of the Sun God was not noticed by any priest, but his voice scared the Goddess of the Wild Husband.

"what's the situation?"

She swallowed and looked at her father blankly.

"Don't you realize the problem of natural disasters being able to be brought forward? My child, this moment is the node of history, and this is the real torrent hidden under the destruction of Pompeii." The sun god looked at the little girl Cassandra not far away, then looked at Ian, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.

"It is... the hymn leads the way, and the ancient gods will awaken."

Among the ruins of doomsday.

The infinitely glorious sun god is restraining his own light.

His deep and rich voice also echoed softly.

(End of this chapter)