Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 215 214: God in Heaven, Kill Wu Pan!

Helheim, a world shrouded in death and coldness. Everything here is dyed in black and white, as if even time has been deprived of its due color.

however.

Even in such a world where everything is either black or white, Ian still appears to be in normal colors, which is obviously because Ian is not affected by this world.

Although all life on this land has been stripped of its flesh and magic and turned into black and white, Ian, the young legendary wizard, still retains a sense of normalcy.

His existence seems particularly abrupt in this dead world.

Not only was his magic power not taken away, but even his body still existed, without even the slightest feeling of discomfort, which was in stark contrast to Merlin who was already in a soul state.

No wonder Merlin made such a fuss.

Anyone with a normal brain would probably realize that something is wrong.

"How is this possible?" Merlin whispered, he couldn't understand what he saw. He knew the rules of Helheim very well, and any life that set foot here, no matter how strong or weak, must abide by the rules of the world.

"Forehead……"

Ian looked down at his hands. The cold wind from the underworld was howling, making him feel a little chilly, but it did not affect the sensitivity of his fingers.

"I don't know either." Ian blinked, pretending to be confused. "I'm just a twelve-year-old wizard, still a child. What can I know about Helheim?"

"In fact, these past few days are the first time I have traveled far away. At my age, I should be a bully in school..." The young wizard was not innocent.

But he still spoke the truth, with a sincere look on his face and a hint of confusion in his eyes. How should I put it? Ian was really confused. He really knew nothing about this area.

after all.

This might be the past in Merlin's eyes, but it represents his future, which is full of unknowns. Ian couldn't even think of why he created such an area.

Did he really die and build a tomb for himself? Ian did not feel uneasy, but his curiosity grew stronger. He was not the kind of wizard who could not accept the end of his life.

Death is just a new beginning.

Ian believed this more than anyone.

"You know how to open the gate, but you don't know where this is? Huh? You really don't know?"

Merlin stared into Ian's eyes, trying to find some clues from his expression. However, Ian's eyes were clear and sincere, without any trace of lying. Merlin's prophetic ability also told him that Ian's words were indeed true. This immediately made Merlin's expression even more surprised.

"What a strange little guy..." Merlin didn't continue to ask, but just looked at Ian deeply, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Follow me."

He looked into the distance and walked away.

The movements of this "demigod"-level wizard became noticeably more cautious, with his eyes flickering all the time. It was obvious that he was using all his power of prophecy to try to predict possible dangers ahead.

In this place where legends are buried, even Merlin dare not be careless or negligent. Merlin may have been deprived of his magic power, but he has not been deprived of his ability.

Just like Morgan, the embodiment of cognition is the authority of the soul. Of course, there is also a trace of special blood that makes Merlin's soul different from that of ordinary wizards.

“Is there really a treasure here?”

Ian followed Merlin. It wasn't that he didn't believe in adventure stories, he just didn't believe in his own moral integrity. In his opinion, only a fool would do something like making burial objects.

Wealth that is not spent during one's lifetime is not wealth at all.

"Yes, I have a solid source of information." Merlin responded, but did not explain too much. They continued along a winding path leading to the distance. The world around them was dead silent. Under the gray sky, there was no sign of life on the dark earth.

This deadly atmosphere made people feel an invisible sense of oppression, as if every step was heading towards the abyss. The bone-chilling cold wind made Merlin's soul seem more transparent.

But Ian just tightened his clothes, feeling like he was in a room with the air conditioner turned up too high. He kept following Merlin closely and observing his surroundings.

This was as if he was treating Merlin as a buffer to prevent crises, and he was almost trying his best to keep pace with Merlin, so that his body was always within Merlin's coverage.

Maybe some dogs.

But it is totally wise.

Merlin, the great wizard, is definitely the most useful defensive shield. There is no other way. Not to mention my future self, even Ian can think of 10,000 ways to prevent tomb robbery.

Ask yourself.

How could he not be careful?

"It's a bit strange that we didn't encounter any traps or grave-guarding beasts." The more Ian followed Merlin forward and the less danger he encountered, the more uneasy he felt.

"You know what?"

Merlin glanced back at the young wizard.

Ian looked around at the lifeless environment and said, "No, I'm just guessing. I think if it were me, I would definitely bury ten thousand surprises in my tomb."

His words startled Merlin for a moment, and then he had a strange expression on his face, and looked around with a little more vigilance.

"Indeed, it's too peaceful, and it's totally different from what I expected. I thought I would encounter the Silent Nightmare here, but I didn't expect to see even a single animal soul." Merlin frowned, his tone solemn. His hands formed a certain seal at any time, as if he could release magic at any time.

"Silent Nightmare? How do you say it?" Ian raised his eyebrows and spoke curiously when he heard the familiar term. He had encountered that kind of evil creature in the ancient city of Pompeii not long ago.

"I have learned some information. Medivh once controlled a goddess of fate and raised a group of Silent Mist. However, no one knows what he wants to do with the Silent Mist."

"I thought it was used to guard the tomb..." Merlin had obviously done detailed research on this tomb and its owner, but he obviously found that his research and guesses might not be entirely correct.

"Um, the control you mentioned, is it the control I understand? Is it serious?" Ian's attention was elsewhere, leaving Merlin speechless and not knowing how to respond.

"Anyway, be careful." Merlin sighed, feeling that there was a communication barrier between him and Ian. Perhaps this was the mismatch in thinking that people from two different eras had to deal with.

Why are you still concerned about gossip at this time?

"I've been very careful." Ian hid in Merlin's shadow, protecting himself all the way. He didn't know how much more careful he could be.

at this time.

The path ahead suddenly forked, and two completely different roads appeared. One road was still black and white, while the other road faintly revealed a hint of colorful light, as if tempting them to move forward. Merlin stopped, frowning, as if he was hesitating, and the light in his eyes flickered frequently.

One minute.

Two minutes.

five minutes.

Ten minutes... Although Merlin's predictive ability is powerful, it seems to be restricted here. His expression becomes more and more solemn, and it is obvious that he has not predicted much useful information.

"What do you think?"

He turned to the amazing Ian for help.

"Which way do you think we should take?" Merlin asked tentatively. He always felt that Ian was hiding some information, so he thought Ian might be able to help determine the right direction.

Ian looked at the two paths and quickly weighed the options in his mind.

"I think both of these are dead ends... If it were me, I would definitely do this." Ian spoke softly, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"Forehead."

Merlin's expression became more serious after hearing this.

He obviously thought what Ian said made sense.

"I can't see the right direction." Although Merlin was trying his best to use his predictive ability, after a while, he sighed helplessly again.

"Let me see..." Ian walked forward and first observed the two roads that seemed to have no end. Then, he raised his wand with some hesitation and uncertainty.

I saw.

The young wizard gently waved his wand, and the next moment, two roads in completely opposite directions gradually disappeared, and then a road that had not existed before appeared in front of him.

Black and white and colorful light spots were flying, interweaving together, and gathering into a bridge of the correct color, with no end in sight, leading all the way to an unknown direction.

"Oh, what luck! This is amazing."

Ian turned to look at Merlin with a surprised expression.

But he found that Merlin's eyes were fixed on him.

"Yeah, it's amazing." Merlin's eyes couldn't stop twitching, and the expression on his face kept changing - he didn't believe this was a coincidence!
"Master, come on, lead the way." Ian scratched his head awkwardly and walked behind Merlin again. Such cautious operation made Merlin sigh uncontrollably.

"Can you muster a little courage?"

Despite his complaints, Merlin still took a step forward, and the two of them walked onto the suspended bridge, moving forward as the scene behind them began to become blurry.

It was as if it had crossed into a deeper space.

"I'm a little afraid of heights."

Ian carefully glanced under the bridge. It was bottomless darkness, but he could see countless dark shadows moving in the darkness below the bridge.

Those were... Dementors one after another. The cold wind continued, and Ian gradually realized that the coldness of this world might be related to the countless Dementors.

after all.

A Dementor is almost like a super-cooling air conditioner.

"Did you see that?" he said to Merlin.

"Ah."

Merlin was also observing the Dementors below. The dark world had no negative impact on the legendary wizards. They were able to see the essence of things even in the absence of light.

"They didn't even fly up to attack us." Ian could see the state of the Dementors. Most of them were in a semi-asleep state, wandering unconsciously in the darkness.

All Dementors carry a stone tablet on their backs. No one knows what it means, and there are no words carved on it. It just bends the Dementors' spines behind their backs.

"I don't think this is Medivh's way of protecting his own tomb. Soul-stealing monsters are just troublesome creatures." Merlin shook his head and retracted his gaze.

"Maybe this is not a mausoleum at all." Ian raised his hand, and snowflakes fluttered and fell on his hand, presenting an extremely white color.

They are melting without leaving any water stains. Compared to snowflakes, perhaps these white spots are more like ashes, but no one knows where they came from. They may come from the same person, or they may come from different people, and they may have been scattered from the human world.

Think of this.

Ian quickly wiped his hands on Merlin's robe and took out an umbrella from his purse. He continued to follow Merlin.

The black and white tones began to be tinged with other colors, but Merlin in his soul state was still transparently white.

"Huh?" Ian was still observing the Dementors under the bridge, wondering whether the new Azkaban was feasible, when suddenly, he bumped into Merlin's back.

It turned out that Merlin suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Ian looked up and followed Merlin's sight. He saw the end of the bridge. In the dark void, there stood a palace floating in the sky.

The palace was grand and majestic, with huge stone pillars and spires looming in the darkness, like a sleeping beast. Shadows surrounded the palace like dark clouds.

The shadows sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed, oppressive and heavy. Not only that, in front of the palace, in the gap between the shadows, there was a throne looming.

There seemed to be a human figure sitting on it, but most of it was obscured by shadows.

"Is that Medivh?" Ian couldn't help but look serious. He frowned slightly and tried his best to see clearly but couldn't. He could only turn his head to look at Merlin.

however.

Merlin didn't respond.

He just stared at the shadow in the sky.

"What's wrong with you, Master?" Ian found that Merlin's face was as pale as paper, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity.

This scene made the little wizard feel a little uneasy and concerned.

"what is that?"

Ian judged that Merlin was definitely frightened.

"Goo~"

There was even a sound of Merlin swallowing saliva.

"You guessed correctly. Medivh did leave a surprise for the intruder. However, this surprise was not the continuous trap we originally expected."

"I think I know why we were able to get here smoothly... There is no need for any other protective measures here!" Merlin's voice was hoarse and trembling.

"What's the meaning!?"

Ian couldn't help swallowing his saliva and looked up at the magnificent palace again. He saw that with their arrival, the shadows surrounding the palace began to roll violently.

The figure on the throne slowly opened his eyes.

"Gravekeeper?"

Ian raised his wand.

But Merlin's hands were shaking.

"No, not the gravekeeper, but... God!"

Merlin tried his best to calm himself.

He had never thought that Medivh would leave his tomb guardian in this way. A body of a god being enslaved as a tomb keeper was far beyond his imagination.

at this time.

The awakened figure moved his neck, leaned forward, and his lifeless face emerged from the shadows. It was a zombie-like face, with shriveled skin and sunken eye sockets, but the empty eyes were burning with blood-red light, like two burning stars, full of a substantial sense of oppression that made people shudder.

"Medivh! He actually enslaved a dead god!" Merlin looked up at the tall figure in the shadows, then turned to look at Ian who was beside him, pointing his wand at the sky.

"What god?" Ian held the wand tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the force. It was not because he was scared, but because the emotions in his heart were surging too violently.

Will I be so awesome in the future?
"God of War, Ares."

Merlin tried his best to calm down.

however.

His voice attracted the attention of the figure on the throne.

The legendary demigod immediately felt the terrifying majesty as if a mountain was pressing down on his head.

"We need to declare war on God. Are you afraid?" Merlin gritted his teeth and resisted the pressure. He looked at Ian and spoke in a solemn and serious voice.

"Are you afraid of it?"

Ian asked back. He thought Merlin would smile and say something passionate, saying something about bond and friendship, and then rush forward first.

however.

Never thought about it.

"Aren't you afraid I'll ask you?"

Merlin spread his hands.

He gave a response from the heart without any image of a great wizard.

"????"

The little wizard was confused.

How is this different from the Merlin in the biography?

Just when he was about to complain.

"If you don't worship the gods when you meet them, your true destiny is lost!"

The figure on the throne had already stood up slowly with a sound like a bell. His movements were stiff and slow, but every move still carried a terrifying aura. The darkness around him seemed to become thicker because of the appearance of this terrifying existence, and the shadows twisted wildly as if they had life.

Merlin suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and the magical aura on his body rose wildly. He could indeed still cast spells. Compared to Merlin's reaction, the young wizard suddenly froze.

The body of the god of war Ares spoke human words, but these words made Ian very confused.

"Our names are on the Samsara Monument?"

He spoke tentatively.

The broken face of Ares, the god of war, immediately looked at him. This dead body might not have a good brain. After seeing Ian, he was stunned for a moment and then his expression gradually became confused.

"This is not what we agreed upon... Medivh."

After a long time.

The tall figure sat back down.

His eyes were fixed on Ian.

The sound that permeated the heavens and the earth seemed to contain the unbearable weight of life. Fortunately, Ian and Merlin were not ordinary, so they were not destroyed and scared to death.

"What did we agree on..."

Ian was about to ask.

But I felt the side of my face getting hot.

It turned out that Merlin had already jumped eight feet away this time, staring at him with an extremely wonderful expression - the eyes of the Wizard King were also very wrong.

"What did he call you?"

The Wizard King's voice trembled even more than before.

He had thought that Ian was a descendant of Medivh, but... at this moment, Merlin only felt a chill on his back and his scalp was numb like never before.

The great wizard couldn't help but think more about it.

Combining all the previous things.

Merlin has realized a very scary problem - as the saying goes, judge others by yourself, so, could it be that he has been set up to kill the witch?

(End of this chapter)