HP Approaches the Magic World

The dew is heavy late at night.

Without any other life, the scene seemed even more bizarre. The moonlight in the sky was bright, but it seemed a little too quiet to Jon now.

The space here gave him the feeling of staying in the Dragon Soul Crypt. It was so quiet that there seemed to be no sound, but he could hear the sound of waves lapping on the shore and his own breathing. In the huge world, it seemed that

He is the only one.

The sound coming from the tide had a kind of wind sound, like the cry of a child. The more he heard this sound, the more he felt panicked.

It's like the cry of some kind of banshee that symbolizes death in mythology.

But that kind of banshee does not grow in the sea, and it belongs to ancient Greek mythology. There is no desert in that place.

He was silent, sitting on the stone and looking at the moon and the calm sea in the distance, his face expressionless.

Moreover, he has already guessed the origin of this secret realm.

Although Jon did not have a deep understanding of ancient Egyptian mythology, he was more or less aware of the content of this myth. In this myth system, there is a kind of life that symbolizes death and resurrection.

And there happened to be such a being not far from him.

It can't be said to be life, it should be just an illusion, with transparent water lilies swaying in his field of vision.

But this is enough. The darkness and water lilies, coupled with the ocean in front of him, are a typical display of the world of death.

Fortunately, this is just an illusion.

The mist gradually rose from the sea, as thick and cold as cold milk. The mist drifted above the sea, gradually filling Jon's vision.

Coupled with the weird wind noise, it seemed like an innocent soul from hell was rushing towards Jon.

But this was not a good thing, because after the fog gradually thickened, Jon heard some scattered childish sounds in his ears.

It seems like some kind of nursery rhyme.

But he couldn't understand.

Unless he uses the trace of law hidden in his soul, it is not cost-effective to waste such precious things here.

Besides, doesn't it mean that if he doesn't understand, he will die here?

That would be an underestimation of the protective measures Helga had left for him.

But this did not make him relax his vigilance. Amidst those vague children's voices that made people's hair stand on end, he let out a soft breath and tightened the wand in his hand.

Do not move.

The best way is to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing situations.

Although the wand in his hand is not his own.

When he woke up from here, his body did not have a magic wand, but when the idea of ​​wanting a magic wand came into his mind, this magic wand also appeared in his hand.

This situation is normal in an illusion. Perhaps the owner who set up this illusion left some passage for those who came after him. After all, if you want people to explore the secret realm, you have to provide them with some equipment.

However, this is by no means a good place.

During the day, this desert is just silent and silent, but once night falls, the scene changes to the night ocean, and you don't know how many illusions and weirdness hidden in the dark are trying to show their claws.

Those things do not exist in this world. They are carried by this illusion and have survived from the Dark Ages and even the Age of Mythology to this day.

At Jon's level now, no matter what he accidentally sees, it is enough to make his soul fall into a deeper lethargy, until Helga's protection is touched and he is dragged to the [Deep Blue Sea].

But who knows how long it will take to return to reality after the past?

So he is extremely vigilant now, and based on the meaning of the existence of the illusion, he will leave when there is a certain transition here.

Fortunately, his black bird patron saint guarded the trace of the law, so the energy was replenished very quickly, otherwise he might not have been able to find a way out on his own.

There are dangers in the darkness now, but as long as he sits calmly, there will be no problem.

However, the strange sound in his ears became clearer and clearer. It lingered around Jon's ears along with the wind. There seemed to be some kind of power in the sound, making him want to follow the sound involuntarily.

Fortunately he didn't.

He was very lucky. When he felt that he could not hold on any longer, he finally reached the crack. Then he gave up all the magic power in his body and used the power of the black bird to leave.

But he still left traces.

The moment he left, the water lily collapsed and withered, blooming into fragments of light in the darkness, and then captured a trace of Jon's.

a leaf.

This leaf fell on the water and then fell into the palm of a hand.

Someone sighed.

…

In another hemisphere extremely far away from London, in the ocean, there is a small island standing alone.

There are no people on this small island and it belongs to a certain rich man. At this time, there are security personnel behind the island.

We have an unexpected visitor today.

Under the moonlight, the security guards on the island were wandering aimlessly, and then gathered on the top of the mountain in the center of the island.

Here stands an altar.

I don’t know when it appeared, and I don’t know which god it belongs to. In short, it was so unexpected that it suddenly appeared here.

If one were to strictly calculate, this sacrifice would have started here quietly not long before Jon fell into a deep sleep.

The objects of sacrifice are naturally these security guards.

In the night wind, ghostly whispers are transmitted from above to below.

He is spreading temptation.

"I think in my heart and create in my soul.

I alone created all forms.

At that time, I had not yet breathed out the air,

No moisture has been vomited yet,

No one else has yet stood up and worked with me.

So I created in my heart,

Let everything be born in the form of a baby.

I gave birth to them with my own hands,

and become one with oneself.

…

When they are far away from me,

I followed their backs with one eye.

When I become the only soul,

When I bid farewell to three gods on earth,

Air and moisture cheer in the abyss in which they dwell,

And take my roots away from their eyes.

After I bandaged my body,

Weep loudly for them,

Humanity is the tears falling from my eyes."

The phantom of the book was held in the hands of the black-robed priest, and the awkward incantation was blessed by invisible power in the air, and then directly imprinted on those kneeling on the ground.

Their skin became the carrier of the incantation, and the man standing on the altar, shrouded in a cloak, looked compassionate and spoke plausibly.

"It was I who restored everything she destroyed."