HP Magic Biography

The sudden tight grip made Fan Lin jump, it was an old palm, and he held it on Fan Lin's wrist, where the magic stone bracelet was.

Release the magic power. He can't take away this distance. Dumbledore's voice made Fan Lin feel at ease. The flames and divine lines that restricted the body of the Reaper hadn't dissipated. Dumbledore didn't know how to further shrink it. The range of activities of the god of death.

Okay, Professor Dumbledore. Fan Lin nodded, and with just one thought, the pure magic power of the Philosopher's Stone was released from his wrist.

Professor Dumbledore, that monster... Fan Lin paused for a moment, Dumbledore absorbed magic power very quickly, as if he didn't need to be transformed.

An immortal existence, but not up to the height of the picture, which requires some special methods.

A special method. Fan Lin said, You mean, magic spells? But those magic spells...even the Patronus Charm can't get much effect...

No, this is still effective. Many of the spells I used later used the power of the Patronus Charm, but this is far from enough. The Patronus Charm alone is not enough to kill, it needs to be mixed with some other magic , but I am very concerned about this thing, just like the evil studied by black magicians in the Middle Ages, I need to find some information, we need to know more about him, this is not just something from the age of gods, I suspect that there are still remnants of this world, and many dark creatures can trace his figure in power.

Dumbledore pondered for a while, As you can see, those spells hurt him, but they only irritated him.

Can he come to the main world? Fan Lin asked, After all, it's like those gods...

He... can't, this... this is the rule... The priest's weak voice came over, and his complexion was like gold paper.

Mr. Sacrifice. Fan Lin exclaimed, before he could make a move, Sirius helped the priest over.

How are you, I see you...

I'm...communicating with the gods, the priest panted slightly, I paid... some... price, but... I also got... a lot of useful things.

Communicate with the gods? Fan Lin didn't feel any energy transmission.

Yes. The priest said, several people took two steps back, because of the restrictions of the temple, the god of death couldn't rush out of this range at all.

god,

Gave me... some guidance and help. The priest said, This thing retains too much...the nature of a god. He may be able to destroy the small world of Athens, but he can no longer invade the larger world. This is...a corner of the original Olympus world, and The world we live in is different.

The priest spoke slowly, his body trembling a little, and Fan Lin could no longer feel any power circulating in the priest's body.

Then we can give up...

Believers of the gods can't go anywhere. The priest said, his eyes were firmer than ever.

But... us right now... Fan Lin looked at the people around him with some embarrassment. Sirius couldn't help him at all, and it wasn't because he still had the Sky Lock in his body, except for Dumbledore. Apart from supplying magic power, he is also useless.

However, he still hasn't figured out how to use this chain to bring enough fatal damage to Death.

It's not just us... the priest said, holding his right arm with his left hand, there are also gods.

God? Fan Lin said, he didn't really believe what the priest said, it was like the spiritual sustenance that the priest was looking for to comfort himself.

It's the gods. The priest said, It just needs some special methods.

As the priest said, his left hand exerted a slight force, as if trying to tear his arm off.

What are you going to do? Fan Lin asked, he just noticed that the priest's right hand had completely changed, the flesh and blood seemed to have never existed, and the entire right arm was covered with golden bones.

Here is the price. After all, if a god wants to descend, it always needs its believers to welcome it.

As the priest said, he pulled hard, and Fan Lin heard a bone crack, very abruptly, and then, the entire golden right arm was taken off by the priest.

This is the power contained in the gods, and only the gods can use it. The priest said, he threw the golden right arm bone into the air, and under the illumination of the sacrifice staff, it was like igniting a raging fire. The whole world is covered with golden color.

Dumbledore did not stop the sacrificial act, which worried the survival of the entire small world of Athens. It can be said that this is related to the future fate of Greek wizards.

If this guy is left alone now, sooner or later, Greece's belief in gods will be lost, and by that time, the small world that Athens was originally proud of will no longer exist.

This is the fate of the Greeks, even if it is imposed by the gods, but in the end, the enemies of the gods are always resolved by the gods themselves.

Fan Lin didn't quite understand what method the priest was using, but the throbbing in his heart made him very uneasy.

Faintly, as if something was about to descend.

The golden right arm bone began to melt in the light, and once decomposed, huge energy swept across the entire sealed world in an instant.

The incantations in the sacrificial air are like bursts of Sanskrit sounds, resounding through the heaven and earth with a strange rhythm.

Fan Lin couldn't tell where the sound was coming from. His soul was covered and wrapped by this strange sound, as if they were tempering their souls and washing away the scars on their souls.

The sacrificial scepter also began to melt, and it could be seen that the priest's incantation required a huge amount of energy, and the previous long incantation was just to pave the way for this time.

Use energy to communicate with the world, just to welcome the arrival of the gods.

It's been planned to do this from the beginning.

Fan Lin didn't understand why the priest didn't try to use this power with Dumbledore to defeat the god of death. This might be the difference between Greek wizards and British wizards.

British wizards only believe in themselves, while Greek wizards always put their belief in gods before themselves, even if it is a god that cannot come down at all.

The golden light gradually strengthened under the blessing of the temple.

The god of death also seemed to feel the panic, and hastily threw out countless black light beams, but these light beams were not enough to destroy the priest's magic, to be exact, spiritualism.