Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 330 The Gate of Rebirth

A deafening roar, like that of cannons, echoed through the underground space.

The titanium-tungsten alloy bullets have an initial velocity of Mach 3 due to the gunpowder, and are then further accelerated by the "projection" enchantment, which is like an electromagnetic track. When they leave the barrel, which is nearly three meters away, their speed has reached a terrifying Mach 15.

Therefore, the bullet, traveling at fifteen times the speed of sound, had already struck its target before the deafening roar could be heard.

With its massive mass, titanium-tungsten alloy composition, and extremely high hardness due to the "Toughness" enchantment, this bullet is more than capable of penetrating the frontal armor of a main battle tank.

The black-robed priest's defenses were inevitably breached under such a violent kinetic energy impact. In the next instant, half of his body was torn apart by the cavity effect and exploded into a bloody mess. However, the extremely strong penetrating power only made him take two steps back.

But the black-robed priest was still alive. He knelt on the ground, raised his wooden face, and said, "Abnormal...one, I have seen your death..."

"Bang!"

Another loud bang, and before the priest could finish speaking, his head was smashed to pieces.

Murphy stepped forward, grabbed a pendant-like object hanging from the black-clad priest's chest, and pulled it down.

Sure enough, it was a tiny Madonna pendant, and as he looked at it, the image gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

"What a bunch of charlatans." Murphy crushed the pendant and turned to kill the remaining priests, but they all collapsed as if their souls had been ripped out, and they stopped breathing.

Is this the way the Holy Mother acts? She truly benefits all living beings. I love her!

"Murphy..." Lady Yaga pressed her shoulders, leaning weakly against the wall. "Your Majesty..."

"She was stabbed and cursed. I used petrification to slow her condition, but we need the magic of our ancestor Miriam to neutralize the magic of the 'Holy Mother' above," Murphy explained briefly.

Then he looked at the stone door behind Mrs. Yaga, "Is that where the ancestral coffin is?"

Lady Jaga breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that the Queen was not dead. Upon hearing about her ancestor Miriam, she glanced at Maxim, who had arrived at the same time as Murphy, and realized that it must have been the great shaman's suggestion.

"Indeed, this is the Gate of Rebirth, and beyond it lies the resting place of our ancestor Miriam."

"Can you open it?" Murphy asked.

"This door cannot be opened from the outside; it can only be opened on a specific date..."

But before Mrs. Jaga could finish speaking, the stone door suddenly trembled and then slowly opened a crack.

"It seems that the prophet Miriam knows that her descendants need help," Murphy said.

As he finished speaking and was about to enter, Lady Jaga stopped him. "Wait a moment, Mr. Darkholm. This door no longer belongs to this world. Usually, only the Emperor of Al-Kaim is qualified to enter here. Once you are inside, you must remember not to look, not to speak, and not to listen. Take seven steps forward and then one step back to reach the place of worship, which is in front of the coffin. Do not step on the wrong path."

"The door is open now, and Lady Miriam may have already woken up. You can pray for her help, but you must not look up."

"Why?" Murphy asked, puzzled.

"This is a rule that has been passed down for thousands of years," said Mrs. Jaga. "Please abide by it to ensure your safety."

"it is good."

Murphy closed his eyes and walked through the door.

The stone gate closed behind them.

The surroundings were completely dark. Murphy stood still for a moment, then took a step forward.

Suddenly, he heard many voices, as if many people were talking. He felt as if he had walked into a market, but the voices were as if they were behind a curtain or a wall, and he could not hear them clearly.

Occasionally, a laugh or a cry would quickly pass by him from afar, but he could not catch it.

Murphy frowned, instinctively wanting to open his eyes to see clearly, but ultimately calmed himself down, ignoring the sounds, and took another step forward.

He felt a strange sensation under his feet, as if he were stepping on sand.

At the same time, a dry breeze began to blow around him, and the next moment, the ground suddenly collapsed, and he plummeted downwards.

This is not what we agreed on!

Murphy suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, he couldn't care less about rules. He didn't want to fall into a trap without any preparation.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a desert. Dust filled the sky, obscuring everything else. Endless sand dunes stretched to the horizon, and he was falling into a huge hole in one of them.

In the last moment before he fell into darkness, he saw a colossal fortress standing on the yellow sand, or perhaps a rectangular boulder eroded by the wind and sand. Its height was unknown, its top disappearing into the yellow sky with no end in sight, and its base towering like a mountain range. The tallest human buildings looked like toothpicks next to this boulder in comparison.

Just as he was about to use his flight spell, he suddenly stepped back onto the ground, still maintaining the posture of having taken a step.

He felt as if he were in a huge, deep well, surrounded by darkness, but high above, in the center of the well's opening, there was a bright star.

A change of scenery with each step?

Murphy took another step forward, as if he had traveled thousands of miles in an instant. He found himself under a dim yellow sky again. This time, however, he was not walking on yellow sand, but on cracked earth. Above him, countless huge shale rocks floated silently, like silent tombstones, arranged in the air like dominoes, stretching into the distance beyond his sight.

Where are these scenic spots located?

He took another step; this was his fourth.

This time, he appeared on a coastline where the hazy sky and the sea below merged into one, making it impossible to distinguish up from down. On the sea, a fleet that had decayed beyond recognition was sailing. The ships were enormous and strangely shaped, narrow at the bottom and bulging at the top, covered with a spiderweb-like network of veins, like cocoons.

Step 5.

He stood between two extremely tall walls, flanked by countless towering statues. Their bodies were disproportionately large, with extremely tall and wide torsos but tiny heads. What was even more chilling was that the statues wore hoods or carried lanterns, but their heads were all skulls.

Is this place... hell?

The various scenes we passed through all felt desolate and lifeless, as if they were worlds that had already died.

Step 6.

Countless enormous stone pillars stood atop the abyss. It seemed to be midnight, and everything was pitch black, yet a bonfire burned on each pillar. He saw several figures dressed in black robes sitting around a bonfire on a nearby pillar. As he looked over, they seemed to notice him as well. Two of them turned their heads, and two black eye sockets on their skeletal heads stared at him.

He was startled, but his body suddenly fell forward. He subconsciously lifted his foot, and the scenery before his eyes changed again.

This time, he saw a large lake shrouded in endless fog. On the opposite shore of the lake, flowers and plants flourished, and in the distance, he could see a castle bathed in the morning light.

This bright and beautiful scenery was completely different from what he had seen before. He was about to go forward to see what it was all about when suddenly his heart tightened.

This is already the seventh step.

Grandma Yaga warned him not to make a mistake. What would happen if he took another step now?

Although I am very curious, my goal at the moment is to rescue the Queen, and I will have another chance to explore the wonders of this place later.

Thinking of this, he took a step back.

However, instead of returning to the abyss of the stone pillar, his eyes lit up as if he had been lifted from the bottom of the well to the outside, and he saw the "star".

That wasn't a star; it was a crystal coffin.

Inside the coffin, a silver-haired girl floated in the center with her eyes closed.

The moment Murphy saw the girl, he saw countless images. It was as if he had glimpsed a vast web of time composed of thousands of different futures, each with a completely different story unfolding. These images flashed before him in a dazzling way, making him dizzy in an instant.

At the same time, his eyes, as if staring directly at the blazing sun, were stung by the intense magical radiation, causing tears to stream down his face.

He quickly lowered his head.

However, in that brief moment, he still saw the girl's face.

Sofia.

The ancestor Miriam had the exact same face as Empress Sophia.

(End of this chapter)