Chapter 457: Sacrificial Staff and Deathly Hallows

The magic circle is still erupting continuously. In the distant sky, the white-gold power of faith is spreading outward. It won't take long for the entire space fragment to be occupied by this power of faith.

"Will it succeed?" Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore with some worry. After so long, the floating time node has not appeared.

"Maybe." Dumbledore said. He didn't know whether this method would work.

The body of the priest has completely lost its shape. It can be said that the priest at the moment is nothing more than a beating fire of faith.

"Wait a little longer." Dumbledore said, "Maybe we have to wait until their power fixes the entire space. This is not too long."

As Dumbledore said, the priest seemed to move. The staff originally suspended in the air began to jump uneasily. Fan Lin saw a trace of golden light floating out of the priest's body.

It was like a candle flame, as if it could go out at any time, but in Fan Lin's eyes, this strand of golden silk thread was nothing more than the most dangerous thing in the world.

"Divinity." Fan Lin's eyes were fixed on the swaying golden flame, and he spoke subconsciously in the air.

Dumbledore also realized this problem, and he frowned.

Compared with Fan Lin, the feeling of divinity given to Dumbledore was indeed stronger and more intuitive.

As the most powerful wizard in the magic world today, Dumbledore's power is legendary in the eyes of others.

Of course, what Dumbledore has is not a true legend.

The concept of legendary wizards is still passed down from Merlin. According to legend, Merlin has touched the edge of life and death.

In Merlin's era, the world had more than just this kind of thing. It can be said that the world at that time was full of hundreds of races.

As a legendary wizard, Merlin naturally has unimaginable power, and even Merlin can control lightning.

This is a great power exclusive to the gods.

In comparison, Dumbledore's legend is indeed much weaker than Merlin's legend.

This is also inseparable from the overall weakening of the magic world.

It seems that, restricted by the rules of the world, it is difficult for Dumbledore to make a significant leap in his strength.

He has already touched the edge, and so has Voldemort, but Dumbledore is too old and has begun to degenerate.

However, the appearance of divinity is tantamount to ringing a wake-up call for Dumbledore.

He can vaguely feel what kind of world is beyond legend, or in other words, beyond Merlin's legend.

Magnificent, huge, and irresistible.

He can't wait to know very well that if the power of faith completely presents the state of divinity, then even if there are ten more of him, he can't stop the invasion of the power of faith.

"What is the priest going to do?" Dumbledore wondered. He didn't understand why the priest released such a dangerous thing at this time.

He looked at the horizon. The power of faith seemed to have reached its limit. There was about one-third of the world that was not full, and the power of faith was unsustainable.

Soon, the priest gave Dumbledore the answer.

That trace of divine flame seemed to have consumed a lot of the priest's power. The light on the priest's body became somewhat dim, visible to the naked eye.

The divine flame penetrated into the staff.

The staff, which was originally rendered platinum by the power of faith, burst into an unimaginable power in an instant after being added with the divine flame.

The platinum luster was just rendered, and the addition of divinity made the staff burst out with a golden color from the inside out.

It was like returning to its former appearance. There is no doubt that this is the correct posture for using the staff.

The wand in Dumbledore's hand began to beat restlessly, which seemed to be a fearful emotion.

This staff is a weapon of the gods, and Fan Lin almost recognized this at the same time.

Perhaps it came from the hands of the Greek god of fire, but there was no surprise. Only the power of the gods could meet the needs of this staff, and only the power of the gods could burst out the true power of the staff.

In the final analysis, even in legends, the Deathly Hallows were just a casual act of the god of death.

The place of production may be the Styx as people call it.

The description of the Deathly Hallows is recorded in detail in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".

According to legend, there were three brothers who were traveling on a secluded goat path, and it was almost dusk. As they walked, they came to a river. The water was too deep to wade through, and it was too dangerous to swim across. However, the three brothers were proficient in magic. With a wave of their wands, a bridge appeared on the dangerous water. When they reached the middle of the bridge, a hooded figure blocked their way.

Death spoke to them. Death was angry because he had lost three new sacrifices - because travelers usually drowned in this river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic, saying that they had escaped Death by their cleverness, and each of them could get a reward.

The eldest brother was a warlike man, and what he wanted was the most powerful wand in the world: a wand that would always help its owner win in a duel, a wand that a wizard who conquered Death deserved! Death went to an elder tree on the shore, made a wand out of the overhanging branches, and gave it to the eldest.

The second brother was an arrogant man, and he decided to continue to humiliate Death. What he wanted was the power to resurrect the dead. Death picked up a stone from the shore and gave it to the second brother, telling him that the stone had the power to resurrect the dead.

Then Death asked the youngest brother what he wanted. The third brother was the most humble and the smartest one, and he didn't believe in Death. So he asked for something that would prevent Death from finding him wherever he went. Death reluctantly gave him his invisibility cloak.

Then Death stood aside and let the three brothers continue on their way. They talked about the wonderful experience they had just had, admired Death's gift, and walked forward.

Later, the three brothers separated and headed towards their respective destinations.

The eldest brother walked for more than a week. He came to a remote mountain village and quarreled with a wizard. Naturally, he used the "Elder Wand" made of elder wood as a weapon, which would undoubtedly win the duel. After his opponent fell to the ground and died, he continued to move forward and walked into a tavern, boasting loudly about how the powerful wand he got from Death was invincible.

That very night, after the eldest brother got drunk, another wizard crept to his bedside, stole the wand, and cut his throat.

In this way, the god of death took the eldest brother's life.

At the same time, the second brother returned to his home where he lived alone, took out the stone that could bring back the dead, and turned it in his hand three times. To his surprise, the girl he wanted to marry but unfortunately died young immediately appeared in front of him.

But she was sad and indifferent, and there seemed to be a veil between them. Although she returned to the world, she did not really belong here, and she was very painful. In the end, the second brother was tortured mad by hopeless desire and committed suicide in order to be with her.

In this way, the god of death took the second brother's life.

However, the god of death looked for the third brother for many years, but he could not find him. The third brother lived until he was very old, and finally took off the invisible cloak, gave it to his son, and then greeted the god of death like an old friend, and happily left the world with him as an equal.

Now it seems that gods exist, so the stories of legends must have a basis.

However, regarding the god of death, Fan Lin had to have more questions, or the three brothers walked into a dark plane. You know, this void creation has always appeared in the image of death in the legend.

Then it is natural to understand that the Deathly Hallows came from the hands of the void creation.

Fan Lin felt a strong sense of fear on the bone-setting wand. Was it because he saw the enemy?

But no matter how you look at it, the Deathly Hallows is just a casual act of the god of death. He is not a real god. He is just an invader, a monster who wants to grow stronger.

Then naturally, the Deathly Hallows is just an existence that is higher than the legendary magic prop, but cannot reach the level of the artifact.

Dumbledore seemed to be very surprised by the reaction of the wand in his hand. Since he got this wand, he rarely felt uneasy, but at this moment, the legendary Deathly Hallows conveyed a sense of uneasiness to him.

More and more magical brilliance gushed out from the bone-setting wand, but Fan Lin keenly sensed that this magic was somewhat hidden, as if it was showing weakness.

Perhaps this ray of divinity was too weak, and this power was not enough to discover a complete Deathly Hallows, or perhaps this ray of divinity had no consciousness at all.

In short, except for Dumbledore's surprise at this uneasy feeling, nothing else happened.

And the work of sacrifice was also progressing steadily.

With the addition of divinity, the power of faith, which seemed a little sluggish, seemed to be rejuvenated... huh?

In short, the originally stopped steps seemed to have received new help at this moment, and the remaining one-third of the sky could not stop the pace of progress at all.

With the blessing of divinity, the power of faith launched a charge towards the unoccupied areas at an unimaginable expansion speed, just like pouring hot oil on the flames. The addition of divinity to the power of faith was brought to the extreme through the role of the sacrificial wand.

"It's hard to imagine." Dumbledore said, looking at the sky that was being quickly occupied. If this was an attack magic, I don't know how much it would take to calm the power.

"But now it's our turn to take action." Dumbledore looked at the sky from afar. The white and golden light rendered the world, so there would always be some discordant things. (To be continued)