HP Approaches the Magical World

Late at night.

Without other life, the scene became more and more weird. The bright moonlight in the sky seemed a bit too silent to Jon now.

The space here gave him the feeling of staying in the Dragon Soul Crypt. It was so quiet that there was no sound, but he could hear the sound of waves hitting the shore and his own breathing. Only him.

And the sound coming from the tide, there is a kind of wind sound, like a child crying, the more he listens to this sound, the more panicked Jon becomes.

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

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

He was silent, sitting on a rock and looking at the distant moon and the calm sea, expressionless.

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

Although Jon doesn't have a deep understanding of the mythology of ancient Egypt, he is more or less aware of the content of this mythology. In this mythology system, there is a kind of life that symbolizes death and resurrection.

And this kind of life happened to exist not far from him.

It can't be called life, it should be just a phantom, and the transparent water lily is swaying in his vision.

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

Fortunately, this is just an illusion.

The mist gradually rose from the sea, thick and cold like cold milk. These mist floated above the sea, gradually filling Jon's vision.

Coupled with the weird sound of the wind, it seemed that a ghost from hell was rushing towards Jon.

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

It's like some kind of nursery rhyme.

But he couldn't understand.

Unless he uses the trace of the law hidden in the soul, but wasting such a precious thing here is not a cost-effective thing.

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

That would underestimate the protective measures Helga had left for him.

But this didn't make him relax his vigilance. Amidst the faint childish voices that made the hair stand on end, he let out a breath of cold air, and clenched the wand in his hand.

Do not move.

Responding to all changes with the same is the best way.

Although the wand in his hand was not his own.

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

This kind of situation is normal in the illusion. Perhaps the owner who set up the illusion left some passage for the latecomers when setting it up. After all, if you want someone to explore the secret realm, you must provide them with some equipment.

However, this is by no means a good place.

During the day, this desert is nothing but silent silence,

But once night falls, after the scene here changes to the ocean of night, I don't know how many delusions and weirdnesses hidden in the dark try to expose their minions.

Those things are not the existence of this world, they are carried by this illusion, and they have survived from the dark age and even the mythical age to this day.

At Jon's current level, no matter what he accidentally sees, it is enough to make his soul fall into a deeper sleep, 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, deducing according to the meaning of the existence of the illusion, he will leave when there is a certain transition here.

Fortunately, his Xuanniao patron saint guarded the trace of the law, so the energy replenished very quickly, otherwise he might not be able to find a way out by himself.

In the present darkness, everything is dangerous, but as long as he sits quietly and firmly, there will be no problem.

However, the weird voice in his ear became more and more clear. It lingered in Jon's ear along with the wind. There seemed to be some power in the voice, which made him involuntarily want to follow the sound.

Fortunately he didn't.

He was very lucky, when he felt that he couldn't hold on, he finally waited for that crack, and then he abandoned all the magic power in this body, urging the power of the black bird to leave here.

But he still left a mark.

The moment he left, the water lily collapsed and withered, bursting into fragments of light in the darkness, and captured a trace that belonged to Jon.

a leaf.

The leaf fell above the water and fell into the palm of a hand.

Someone sighed.

...

In another hemisphere 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.

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 came suddenly, and it just appeared here.

If the calculation is really strict, the sacrifice probably started here not long before Jon fell into a deep sleep.

The objects of sacrifice are naturally these security guards.

In the night wind, the ghost's whisper passed from above to below.

He is spreading temptation.

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

I alone created all forms.

Then, before I could breathe out the air,

Has not spit out the damp yet,

No one else has risen with me and worked with me.

So I created in my mind,

Make everything born in baby form.

I conceived them with my own hands,

and become one with oneself.

...

when they travel far from me,

I followed their backs with one eye.

When I'm the only soul,

When I bid farewell to three gods on the earth,

Air and damp cheer in the abyss they dwell in,

And take me with their eyes.

After I bound up my body,

cry out for them,

Human beings are the tears that fall from my eyes. "

The phantom of the book was held in the hands of the black-clothed priest, and the unspeakable incantation was blessed in the air by an invisible force, and then directly branded into those kneeling on the ground.

Their skin became the carrier of the incantation, and the man standing on the altar, shrouded in a cloak, had a pitiful face and plausible words.

"I repaired everything she destroyed one by one."

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