Chapter 1571 The Gate of Different Dimensions

The beast with a thousand touches, the Giant Monster of the North Sea!

The cluster of tentacles boiled, and countless tentacles attacked the patron saint transformed by Aiwen, vowing to tear it into pieces.

Even if the tentacles that entered the light mist have been blurred, and some tentacles have dissipated, but the giant monster of the North Sea... no, the despicable Hai Erbo who controls it doesn't care at all.

It doesn't care about these losses at all, and it doesn't care what kind of damage the giant monster of the North Sea has suffered.

Or it knew, knew what Ivan and Dumbledore were going to do, but it wanted to prevent what was about to happen.

It will do everything in its power to destroy Aiwen's patron saint and stop him desperately.

This is a battle in which neither side can retreat, but can only advance until the opponent is eliminated.

Either live or die, everything comes to a head.

The black wizard's brain is now more like a parasite. It is parasitic on the giant monster of the North Sea, and it is deeply integrated with it, becoming one.

This makes the giant monster of the North Sea a new evil god, a different evil god with unparalleled physical attack power and spiritual power.

In the silver light mist, the group of tentacles turned into black mist, but the thicker tentacles behind them followed one after another until they finally penetrated into the interior of the patron saint.

While being inserted, Ivan felt a tingling pain, and his consciousness retreated from the patron saint to his body.

The consciousness was in a trance for a while, and Ivan was trembling all over, and his nerves followed his heart.

"Call the guardian!" He ignored the pain and hurriedly controlled the patron saint who was about to dissipate.

In front of them, the lake has turned into a tentacle hell, with countless tentacles squirming and boiling, shaking as much as they want.

Among the countless tentacles, Aiwen's patron saint was torn to pieces, and energy was constantly being torn off.

The otherwise gigantic panther looks like a kitten compared to so many clusters of tentacles.

Weak, pitiful and helpless, like a flat boat in a storm, it may be destroyed at any time.

The patron saint is made up of energy, but the tentacles of the North Sea giant monster can essentially destroy it, tearing it apart without hesitation.

On the side, Harry also summoned his patron saint to assist Ivan, but soon, its patron saint was torn apart and disappeared without a trace.

He persisted for less than a second, even if he was using the Patronus Charm, it was useless, and he couldn't even summon the Patronus.

Harry fell to his knees, his face pale, and he looked like he might faint at any moment.

All joy was gone from the air, and it was as if thousands of dementors were here.

Thinking of this, Ivan felt that he was getting colder and colder, the coldness he felt because of fear, which was the unique effect of the appearance of dementors.

As he thought about it, terrible memories began to appear in his head. The adventures he had experienced and the enemies he had encountered all these years had turned into nightmares and appeared in Ivan's mind. He gasped, and then he found that the picture in front of him began to change!

Those seething tentacles transformed into dementors, dementors without cloaks.

Here they come!

Gulp, cluck, cluck!

The remaining lake water was boiling, and many black particles emerged from it.

They're all dementors, and out of the water, the particles rapidly change into dementors.

Happiness is leaving, and terrible memories are appearing.

Morbid writhing tentacles, scabbed and rotting bodies, and soulless shells, but these are not the most terrifying, the most terrifying is the mouth of the dementor.

It was irregularly shaped holes, breathing hard, they were greedily devouring the scattered energy, together with all the courage, hope, happiness and increasingly thin air.

This is not all, these are no longer enough to satisfy the giant monsters of the North Sea and the dementors. What they want to devour most is the soul.

They can't bear it anymore, they want to devour all energy, flesh and soul!

The icy mist shrouded it again, but this time it was no longer the positive energy that made people feel happy, but the breath of despair.

The sound is gone, the senses are gone, and even the colors are gone!

Now, there is only depression, fear is everywhere, and despair and madness are boiling here.

Darkness becomes the only color in the space, courage and hope dissipate, and nothingness gradually occupies the heart.

Aiwen tried his best to fight and maintain the fragmented Patronus, but he became less and less inclined to fight.

Under the great fear, he knew that he was about to reach the limit, no matter what aspect he had reached the limit.

Ivan tried his best to keep the Patronus, and turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stood still, his eyes closed, his wand-holding right hand across his chest.

Quiet, calm, serene.

Reassuring as ever, he still seemed unaware of his surroundings.

But the mantra in his right hand was flowing rapidly, which reflected that his heart was not peaceful.

Ivan didn't know what Dumbledore was preparing and how long it would take to prepare. He tried his best to control the Patronus to buy time.

Time passed, and the past second seemed like a century.

Finally, Aiwen's broken Patronus was no longer able to stop the advance of the cluster tentacles and the army of dementors, and they attacked the three of them.

Oppression strikes, this time there is no patron saint in the middle!

Suddenly, Dumbledore opened his eyes, and the blue eyes flashed with cold anger.

He flicked his wand, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Ivan froze for a moment, then turned around hastily and looked at the clusters of tentacles and thousands of dementors ahead.

Among these ugly and twisted monsters, he looked for the figure of Dumbledore.

No loud bangs, no flashy colors, not even magical reactions.

But the moment Dumbledore disappeared, everything changed.

Time seems to stand still at this second, and the picture mainly in black and white is frozen here.

Ai Wen opened his eyes wide, and he felt that he was also frozen.

Then, he saw a stream of dark green appear from the edge of his field of vision, expanding outward a little bit.

That's where the Tentacle Cluster and the Dementor Army are centered inside, and where the Two Snakes are.

It was very slow, but the dark green halo was indeed spreading, very stable, even though there were countless tentacles and dementors blocking it.

In the center of everything, Dumbledore appeared next to the Two Snakes, and he slowly held the scepter with his right hand.

The two green pythons wrapped around the staff opened their eyes, and the sleeping beast awakened, bursting out with astonishing power.

With Dumbledore holding the scepter as the center, the dark green energy halo spread outward, destroying everything it touched.

From Aiwen's point of view, he saw a dark green gradually replacing the black and white in his sight, becoming the only color in the world.

This halo is composed of countless dark green mantras, and finally forms the shape of a door, a door leading to a different space...