Chapter 471: Sacrificial Spell

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

"Release the magic power. He can't take it away from this distance." Dumbledore's voice made Fan Lin feel a little relieved. The flames and divine patterns that restricted the body of Death had not dissipated. Dumbledore didn't know how to further shrink it. Death's scope of activity.

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore." Fan Lin nodded. With just a thought, the pure magic power of the Sorcerer'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 there was no need for transformation.

"An immortal existence, but it cannot reach the height of the picture. This requires some special methods."

"Special methods." Fan Lin said, "You mean, magic spells? But those magic spells... even the patron saint curse can't have much effect..."

"No, this is still effective. Many of the spells I used later relied on the power of the Patronus Charm, but this is far from enough. The Patronus Charm alone is not enough to kill people. It needs to be mixed with some other magic. , but I care about this thing very much. It's like the evils studied by black magicians in the Middle Ages. I need to find some information. We need to know more about them. This is not just something from the age of gods. I suspect there are still remnants in this world, and many dark creatures can trace his figure in the power."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, "As you can see, those spells only hurt him, but they only angered him."

"Can he come to the main world?" Fan Lin asked, "After all, he is just 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 any move, Sirius took the first step to measure the sacrifice and help him over.

"How are you? Let me see..."

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

"Communicate with the gods?" Fan Lin did not feel any energy transfer.

"Yes." The priest said, and several people took two steps back. Due to the restrictions of the temple, the God of Death could not break out of this range.

"God, gave me... some guidance and help." The priest said, "This thing retains too much... divine nature. He may be able to destroy the small world of Athens, but he can no longer invade the larger world. Here It was...a corner of the original world of Olympus, which was different from the world we live in."

The priest spoke slowly, his body trembling a little, and Fan Lin could no longer detect any power flowing through the priest's body.

"Then we can give up..."

"The believers of the gods cannot leave anywhere." The priest said, his eyes were firmer than ever.

"But... we are now..." Fan Lin looked at the people around him with some embarrassment. Sirius could not help at all, and it was because he still had this heavenly lock in his body. In addition to giving Dumbledore Apart from providing magic power, he is useless.

However, he still doesn't understand how to use this chain to cause fatal damage to the God of 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 quite believe what the priest said. It was like the spiritual sustenance the priest was looking for to comfort himself.

"They are gods." The priest said, "It just requires some special methods."

As the priest spoke, he exerted slight force with his left hand, as if he wanted to tear his arm off.

"What are you going to do?" Fan Lin asked. Only then did he notice that the priest's right hand had completely changed its appearance. The flesh and blood seemed to have never existed. The entire right arm was exposed to golden bones.

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

The priest said, he pulled hard, Fanlin heard a very sudden sound of bone cracking, 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, and he threw the golden right arm bone into the air. Under the illumination of the priest's staff, it was like a blazing divine fire. The whole world is covered with golden color.

Dumbledore did not stop the sacrifice. This worried about the survival of the entire small world of Athens. It can be said that it was related to the future fate of Greek wizards.

If we let this guy go 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 cease to exist.

This is the fate of the Greeks, even if it is a fate imposed by the gods, but in the end, the enemies of the gods always have to be dealt with by the gods themselves.

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

Faintly, as if something was coming.

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

The mantras in the air during the sacrifice were like bursts of Sanskrit sounds, carrying a strange rhythm that resounded throughout the world.

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

The priest's staff also began to melt. It can be seen that the priest's spell requires huge energy, and the long spell before was to pave the way for this moment.

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

The priest 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 may be the difference between Greek wizards and British wizards.

British wizards only believe in themselves, while Greek wizards always put their faith in gods before themselves, even if it is a god who can't come down at all.

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

The god of death seemed to feel panic, and he threw out countless black beams in a hurry, but these beams were not enough to destroy the magic of the priest, or more precisely, the necromancy. (To be continued)