Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 289 The castle smeared with ashes and the thousand-year-old king
It seems that the concepts of time and space disappear.

When Ron packed up his mood and stepped into the space door following the faint but firm call, the concepts of time and space seemed to have really disappeared.

In the cracks of this eternally peaceful space, there is no up, down, left, or right, no distance, near, wide or narrow. There is only chaos that makes people unable to distinguish between black and white, light and dark, and blinds the eyes.

The sense of space is lost, and the sense of time is also cut off. Apart from counting heartbeats, there is no reference to the passage of time.

Ron's body was wrapped in a dim halo, which was no different from the ball cover that wrapped around him when he was exiled before. This was the magic that Dean Tianshu left for Ron when he stepped in.

As a boss who can tear apart space gaps and is gifted in manipulating natural magic, Tianshu has done a lot of things like smashing the void. In terms of understanding of space gaps, he is one of the best.

Most of the research on space gates should be attributed to him. This is a high-end skill that is not inferior to common space magic such as traceless stretching, apparition, door keys, and floo nets, and even surpasses it.

However, there is a huge difference between Ron's entry this time and the last entry. Not to mention activeness and passivity. When he was exiled last time, he moved forward purposefully under the effect of exile magic, and he was pushed by magic. , But this time, after he entered the gap in the space, there was no force to push him forward.

It's like being thrown into the vast vacuum universe. If you can't move forward, it is equivalent to being exiled to death, drifting to death.

Counting down to ten heartbeats, Ron was filled with some unavoidable strange feelings by this infinite chaotic space. The unprecedented loneliness poured into his body frantically in just over ten heartbeat intervals. The fear of the unknown cannot be completely ignored by saying that you are not afraid. After the 'door' behind him is closed, these instincts rooted in everyone's heart are suddenly awakened.

The man who could walk on his arms couldn't help shivering with his arms in his arms, but soon, Ron patted his face to regain his composure. He was not a headless fly who didn't know where he was going. In the cracks of chaos, there was a thin voice calling him firmly.

He took off the sword scabbard Avalon that Nicolas May had given him from behind, and the magic power constantly overflowing and surging with the beating of the heart poured into this magnificent sword sheath like a tide.

Without drawing the power of Fairyland, the illusory holy sword in the scabbard no longer has the slightest blood color, and the platinum radiance seems to have dispelled the light of chaos beside him. Hold it in the palm of your hand.

"Show me the way."

The holy sword lying flat in Ron's palm obediently turned the tip of the sword, and following the call that appeared from the bottom of his heart, pointed out the way for Ron in this directionless space.

The robe he was wearing fluttered gently as Ron turned around. In the cracks in this space, Mirage formed the only force that could take him forward.

However, just like in the outside world, unlike the disappearing movement with a 'snap', using apparition in the space gap will only make the caster continue to move in the direction he wants to move.

Whether it's Apparition, Portkey, or Floo Network, their essence is like using magic to open up a "wormhole tunnel" to connect two locations. The movement of the two places in an instant.

But now the starting point and the ending point of the two sections are missing, so there is only a continuous progress in the middle.

This was an extremely boring journey, and Ron, who could only count the heartbeats and calculate the time, savored the absolute silence and loneliness that could drive people crazy.

"If I knew it earlier, I would just bring a book in here."

Ron, who had counted his heartbeats in a mess several times, thought a little irritably. In the cracks in the space, the space bag on his body could not be opened at all. He felt a little regretful in his heart because he couldn't find anything to pass the time. Traveling close to a small black house is not pleasant at all.

"667166726666?"

"Forget it, 123"

Half asleep and half awake with his eyes squinted, and the muttering in his mouth was intermittent. After such a drowsy and boring day passed for a long time, Ron took a bite of the jerky that was almost as hard as a stone, and after chewing it in his mouth, he went to sleep. Drooled and swallowed to pad his stomach.

As a foodie, he forgot to bring books, but he did not forget to bring dry food and water. Who knows how long it will take to float here, and the food on his body can save half a month.

Even if his nerves are made of iron, half a month of drifting like this in a small black house is the limit. Even a man made of iron can't resist this lonely torture, let alone with a clear direction, Ron doesn't think he will be so unlucky. Floating to the destination for many days.

Ron, a wizard who is more durable than himself in this world, asks himself that there are not many. The ultra-durable BUFF that can fill the whole body with magic power every time the Heart of Dragon's Heart beats is not comparable to Mr. Tianshu.

Tianshu is strong in being able to drive endless natural magic power. Although he can geometrically multiply the strength and range of magic, his own blue bars are not exaggerated to an inhuman level.

For example, apparition, a magic that cannot be participated in by natural magic, if he and Ron are more durable, the old man will not be able to catch up even if he is exhausted.

In the trade of working hard, someone from me is called the second, but no one really says that it is the first.

Ron let out a "hehehe" laugh, right to pass the long and boring journey.

One-third of the jerky he carried had already been eaten, but because he was half asleep and half awake, he greatly relieved the pervasive loneliness. When a person is drowsy, the scale of time is always is more vague than usual.

Just as he was reaching out for his pocket and preparing to grind his teeth, the faint calling in his heart seemed a little louder and clearer.

His half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and following the direction pointed by the tip of the sword, Ron looked far away. At the farthest end of his vision, a faint but bright white star appeared in this chaotic space that could not distinguish between light and dark. Especially dazzling.

Ron, who still remembers eating, chewed this piece of brick-thick jerky with teeth in two or three bites, and his teeth were better than Hagrid who could eat rock cakes as jelly beans. After taking a sip of water, Ron wiped the corners of his mouth, revealing excitement in his eyes!
almost there!

Although it took more time than when he was exiled last time, the royal city that was calling for him finally appeared in sight.

But thinking about it, it seems that there is no problem. He was exiled in England at the beginning, but now he entered from China. How could King Arthur's royal city float to the border of China? It seems that the distance is far away.

But in the long-awaited chase, Ron found with some helplessness that the royal city he was chasing definitely did not stay in place. Although this chaotic space was too vast and boundless to make people feel the definition of space, but in After using myself as a coordinate and the distant light point as a reference, some vague concepts of distance can still appear in my mind.

Perhaps in reality, the location of the Lost King City is fixed, but in this chaotic space, it is like a floating island, drifting aimlessly in this infinitely vast space.

"No wonder Mr. Tianshu said that without the exact coordinate anchor point, it is impossible to find the correct position here. Who can locate this floating around?"

After grunting twice to himself, Ron shut up, staring at the spot of light that was getting closer and bigger and remained motionless.

The mirage-like phantom came into his eyes again, and the faint call that appeared in the bottom of his heart became more and more clear. This is not an exact sentence, this sound is probably the baby's "babbling" sound, I don't understand the meaning, but I can feel the joy hidden in the syllables.

The majestic stone city wall is off-white, and the simple castle reveals its majesty but not luxury. The blurred light and shadow become clearer as the distance approaches, and the mottled scars on the city wall fell into Ron without any hesitation. in the eyes.

The closer the distance and the clearer the view, the more intense the murderous aura emanating from this mottled castle is. This is the murderous aura of iron and blood condensed in endless wars. This castle born for battle is soaked in How much blood, how many ashes spilled.

The more you look at the gray-white city wall, the more it is painted with the burnt ashes of the dead. It is pale without warm colors, which makes people feel chills.

But this is also worthy of the image of its coffin.

This is the final resting place of King Arthur. There are no fairies and goblins to send him to Avalon, the fabled and eternal goblin town. It is this pale royal city that is buried with him and sleeps with him. It is the glorious and glorious place of his life highest point.

This is a magnificent mausoleum, although it is slightly inferior to the imperial mausoleums of China and the pyramids of Egypt.

But for a king who failed to proclaim himself emperor and unify one side, King Arthur's burial tomb is of a high standard, and it is a resting place that matches his legendary name.

Ron got closer to the lost royal city covered by a film. He stopped very close to the film, then stretched out his hand and gently covered it.

A slight attraction appeared, dragging him into this lost city that hadn't been seen for thousands of years.

Ron landed on the mottled city wall, and under his feet was a solid ground that had not been weathered, and could even be said to have been frozen in time.

His arrival stirred up the wind that had been frozen for thousands of years, and then a strong wind blew, making the invisible king's flag rustle, resembling the roar of the roaring and fighting, the picture scroll of the battlefield thousands of years ago Spread out in Ron's mind as the wind picked up.

It was a cruel time, the tail end of the end of the Silver Age.

When he stretched out his hand across the city wall, which looked like a slash with a blade, but was actually a wound caused by magic, Ron seemed to smell a stench, maybe it was blood, mixed with a more filthy stench, which made people frown.

"What happened in the first place?"

Ron muttered to himself, his eyes looked down from the towering main building of the castle in front of him, and looked at the urn surrounded by the city walls. The black land exuded a lingering stench, and the potholes seemed to be corroded. It was generally uneven, and the broken steel could not be cleaned, because they were all integrated with the dirty land.

Ron took a step back. He turned around and touched the outer wall of the mother wall behind him, and then smashed hard with his fist, breaking a piece of gray-white rock, and the whitewashed city wall finally revealed the inner color.

It was darker than the land, as if it had been repeatedly smeared with layers of dry black blood, and its original color could not be seen clearly at all.

It's probably white, but it's not as pale as gray bones, but a holy and majestic pure white color, like a platinum holy sword, the ecstatic and flawless whiteness.

Ron no longer stayed on the city wall, he took steps down the stairs built in the city wall, the colors he saw along the way complemented what he thought in his heart, this should be a flawless pure white city, useless pale of stucco.

The blazing flames turned into lava, paving a straight road for him in the fetid filth.

Walking along the main road, the more you go in, the less you will see the stinky black, and the gray and white whitewash will gradually fade away, revealing the original appearance of the royal city.

Passing through the deserted city street, passing through the empty square, along the half-turned staircase to the main entrance of the Royal Palace, the thick wooden door is inlaid with the emblem of the kingdom as a decoration, and the coat of arms is divided by the center line For two, with a pair of big hands covering the top, the door that had been dusty for thousands of years opened a thin line, and then opened steadily and silently to both sides.

The scarlet carpet stretched to the end, passing through a huge and abrupt round table on the way, and came to the front of the throne.

Ron looked up, his lake-blue eyes and another pair of lake-blue eyes faced each other, they were exactly the same clear blue.

Their pupils all reflected the dazzling red, which was the very similar red hair.

"Arthur Pendragon!"

The door-pusher strode toward the throne, toward the thousand-year-old king.

　There is still a chapter that needs to be revised before posting. It’s 5.21. I’m going to sleep first, I’m too sleepy to stay up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)