Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 454 The Divine Child

Stepping out of the time tunnel once more, Murphy felt a moment of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both feelings and reflection).

This was already the umpteenth time travel he had ever done, to the point that he had become accustomed to this extraordinary phenomenon.

He became increasingly familiar with time travel and gradually grasped some of its aspects. The timeline was becoming more and more tangible in his perception. Perhaps, he was not far from being able to travel through time without the help of a time converter.

Perhaps because time travel utilizes some characteristics of the spirit world, his spatial location changes after each time travel. At this moment, he reappears on a coastline. Although there are no road signs, Murphy still recognizes it as the White Cliffs of Dover in southeast England from the unique chalk geology.

The warm sunshine fell on his face, bringing him a long-lost sense of comfort after spending so much time in the snow-covered, gloomy forests of Norway.

In order to advance the "Ragnarok" experiment, he disguised himself as Loki. Although he had many trump cards to ensure his safety, he still had to keep up with a group of gods who were professional at changing their identities. Even though he often used time travel to avoid being investigated too much, he still felt extremely tired.

But compared to the gains, all these efforts are worthwhile.

First, Ragnarok was a complete success, and he gained some insights into how to guide a large-scale "ritual" based on "story" and "legend".

He has grasped some of the rules of faith and learned to manipulate the gods by weaving "stories." This is a natural flaw in the gods' belief system, and even if the gods are aware of this flaw, they are powerless to change it.

This will prepare him for his next real plan.

Secondly, he gathered enough divine power during Ragnarok.

More than a hundred years before Ragnarok, during a secret meeting with Apollo and Hades, he conceived a solution to the problem of divine calamity.

This refers to the use of divine power to imprison and restrict other gods.

The versatility of divine power is too great. Any external means used to restrict the gods—such as the cage he used to imprison the gods in future wars—will be gradually dismantled by the gods due to various minor loopholes or flaws.

Only by building an interlocking cage with their own strength can they be controlled in the long run.

After more than a hundred years of revisions, he finalized his specific plan, one of the most important prerequisites of which was to collect enough divine power to serve as initial funding.

Murphy looked toward the distant east and took out a gold ring, putting it on his right hand.

In an instant, he sensed that thousands of kilometers away at the bottom of the Rhine River, a mass of metal containing boundless power was sleeping in the silt.

And whenever he wanted, he could control the gold through the ring in his hand, reshape it, and unleash a power powerful enough to destroy a divine realm.

Yes, there are two Nibelungen Rings.

All of them are made of magic gold, each capable of absorbing and automatically converting divine power, and even embracing divine authority through the self-evolving properties of magic metal, thereby bringing a huge power boost to its user.

But it is just a terminal.

The true control over the Nibelungen Ring always resided in the ring that Murphy wore.

However, collecting divine power was not Murphy's sole purpose in creating the Ring of the Nibelung.

Another purpose of his was to use the Ragnarok ritual to bless and confirm the existence of the Rhine Gold.

He incorporated the concept of Rhine Gold into the legend, making it the core of the Ragnarok ritual. As a result, this object, which was originally just ordinary magical gold, was transformed into a mythical substance that could truly influence the world through the lies fabricated by Murphy.

That lump of gold, currently sleeping in the silt at the bottom of the river, is already the most powerful carrier of magic in this world.

It will become the core material of that divine prison.

Murphy felt the surging magic power coming from a great distance and quietly suppressed the idea of ​​taking out the gold right now.

It's not the right time yet; there's still some groundwork to be laid.

With a touch of reluctance, he removed the ring and teleported to a cliffside.

In his memory, this should be the location of the city of Camelot that he had visited before, but now there is no towering castle here. Instead, a camp has been set up on the hillside, with countless tents stretching out in a row. The perimeter is surrounded by a fence made of wooden stakes, making it look like a military camp.

Murphy's appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people. Several men dressed as soldiers hesitated, but ultimately did not dare to approach him.

Murphy looked around and discovered that there were many strange creatures in the military camp. At a glance, he saw several non-human intelligent species, including fairies, centaurs, and goat-men.

What struck him as even more peculiar was the proportion of wizards here.

In his magical vision, more than half of the humans in the camp radiated magical light. Not only those who looked like wizards, but even the blacksmith and the woman squatting by the stream washing clothes were wizards.

This turned out to be a gathering place for wizards.

As he was looking around, a man who looked like an officer walked up and reached out to grab Murphy's shoulder, but the latter dodged to the side.

"Wizard! Whose side are you on? What are you doing here? Go back to your post!"

Murphy looked at the other person with some confusion. "My position?"

The officer became wary, sizing up Murphy. "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

As he spoke, he drew a sword, and to Murphy's surprise, the sword was a magical metal artifact. He pointed the tip at Murphy, and the soldiers behind him also drew their weapons, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Identify yourself!" the officer roared, "or I'll treat you as a spy!"

Murphy hesitated for a moment. These people were no match for him, and defeating them would be an easy task. However, Murphy was somewhat interested in the camp and did not want to immediately take an opposing position.

However, his hesitation was taken as proof of his lack of legal status, and the officer shouted, "Grab him!"

He then prepared to capture Murphy.

It seems an inevitable conflict is brewing, and the military camp appears to be in a very tense state.

Murphy, naturally, couldn't allow himself to be attacked unchecked. Just as he was preparing to disappear into the shadows, a limping man in tattered robes rushed forward, shielding Murphy behind him. "Stop! Stop! He's our comrade, Merlin's subordinate!"

The officer's sword tip nearly pierced the man, but he stopped in the end, looked at the newcomer, and shouted, "Mordin Wilt, do you dare vouch for this man?!"

"Yes, this is our new wizard brother, and I have invited him to serve Lord Merlin."

The officer left with a suspicious look on his face. Merdin watched him walk away, then pulled Murphy aside and said, "Whatever rumors you heard that led you here, they're all false. Leave quickly before Merlin finds you. This isn't a wizard's sanctuary, and Merlin isn't their savior. He's just a warlord, like those Christians who hunt us down. He's just…"

However, his words were cut short as a large hand made of branches and vines grabbed Merdin's neck from behind and lifted him up.

A young sorcerer wearing a robe woven from feathers stepped out from the crowd.

"Mordin Wilt, I warned you that if I heard you talking badly about me behind my back again, I would kill you."

"You've already lost a leg because of this."

"But unfortunately, it seems you haven't learned your lesson."

(End of this chapter)