Chapter 427: The Dreamland of the Evil God

Sandwiched between the two most evil dark monsters, Ivan feels very bad.

He wanted to do something, even cast a spell.

However, the arms were too heavy to lift.

He felt his magic power, the magic stone suspended in front of his chest, and the light of the magic stone placed on the altar not far away were slowly merging.

It is precisely because of the existence of the red mist that he did not die in the hands of the evil god and Voldemort.

"As long as I can get the half of the Sorcerer's Stone..." Looking at the half of the Sorcerer's Stone on the altar, Ivan had such a thought in his mind.

As long as he can fuse the Sorcerer's Stone, he can use its powerful magic power to break the curse on his body, and then solve the evil god and Voldemort.

Thinking of this, he struggled to raise his wand and aimed it at the Philosopher's Stone on the altar.

At this moment, Aiwen felt that it was extremely difficult for the movements that could be done easily at ordinary times. The time seemed to be as long as centuries.

"Here comes the Philosopher's Stone!" he cried, with all his might.

This is the Flying Charm, which can summon objects.

In those few seconds, Ivan looked at the Sorcerer's Stone with hope.

But it didn't move at all. In the fierce confrontation between Voldemort and the evil god, all the magic power was out of control, and the magic was not working.

Under the torment of the curse, Aiwen's weak magic power could not summon the Sorcerer's Stone at all.

In front of him, two monsters were fighting for the Philosopher's Stone on his chest. Powerful forces fought, collided, and erupted around him, regardless of his life or death.

In the twisted magic vortex, Aiwen's consciousness became weaker and weaker.

He can no longer use magic, his eyes are dark, and his headache is getting stronger and stronger.

Now, all he could hear were the whispers of the evil god and Voldemort's horrific growls.

Aiwen knew that everything was going to end, so it ended...

He was about to lose his hold, both physically and mentally.

Whether it is Voldemort or the evil god who wins the final victory, it has nothing to do with him.

In a blur, Aiwen saw a figure suddenly appear in the secret room, appearing at the focus of the battle between vampires and monsters, and the waist-length silver hair was shining with silver light.

It's Dumbledore! ! !

He finally came, and Ivan was overjoyed and became more sober.

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone with a cold light, making one's heart palpitate.

Ivan had never seen him like this before, with anger in his cold eyes.

Dumbledore looked around, raising his wand high.

The white magic light quickly spread out from him as the center, like waves on the water, dispelling Voldemort's monstrous black flames and whispers of curses from evil gods.

With Dumbledore's intervention, the evil gods and Voldemort concentrated their dispersed power around Aiwen and the altar not far away, and they fought with all their might.

The two monsters seemed determined to solve everything quickly.

Amidst the surge of magic power, Aiwen felt his soul leaving his body.

He floated up, through the thick rock, above the centaur ruins.

There, he once again saw the exquisite centaur city, and saw that beautiful place that only appeared in dreams, right under his feet.

The battle between the evil god and Voldemort seems to have happened a long time ago.

Looking at the white clouds drifting slowly by his side, Aiwen thought about why he appeared here.

But his mind was blank, just like the gray color of this world.

"Is this what death feels like?" He muttered to himself, looking at the weightless body, "Have I become a ghost and stay here forever!"

Boom, boom, boom, the loud drum suddenly sounded!

Following the sudden sound, Aiwen slowly drifted downwards, and he saw many fallen horsemen gathered in front of the river's ferry.

In the real world, as the river dried up, there was only thick sand left.

Now, it is indeed a river that flows down from the mountains, goes straight through the tribes of the horsemen, and reaches deep in the Albanian woods.

Many fallen centaur ancestors came out of the ruins and gathered there. Like Aiwen, they all had milky white translucent bodies.

Following in the footsteps of the centaur, Ivan also floated there.

On the ferry is a very big boat, which is shocking.

The hull is extremely long and narrow, longer than all the boats Ivan has ever seen.

It is carved with exquisite and complex patterns, painted with purple and dark green paint, with a strange and exotic style.

Aiwen descended to the ferry and looked at the big ship curiously.

On it, a monster shaped like a white toad was beating a drum, and it seemed to hold the bone of a spelled creature in its hand.

In place of the monster's head was a clump of pink tentacles, with no eyes.

Ivan looked at the monster without feeling scared.

On the contrary, he had a kindly eccentricity about him.

Amidst the sound of the drums, the horsemen who had already gone up were beckoning to him, signaling him to go up too.

There was no expected attack, and the centaurs looked very friendly.

The state of the whole space is strange and weird, obviously very abnormal, but everywhere is peaceful, as if everything in the world should be like this.

Ai Wen hesitated for a while, and followed to the boat.

Because he felt that something was attracting him, he was very curious about everything that happened in front of him, and wanted to see what was going on.

The big ship started slowly, and the horsemen stopped talking.

They surrounded Aiwen tightly in the middle, and then Aiwen saw clearly.

Right in front of their voyage, there was no longer a dense forest, but a terrifying evil god that had just appeared.

Raindrops began to drip from the sky, dark red rain.

Just like the scene seen in the illusion, wherever the rain hits, on the ground, on the river, on the trees, a lot of blood-colored foam began to appear everywhere.

It was followed by layers of green film, which looked disgusting.

They are like green moss or algae that suddenly grow several times taller, appearing and covering one by one, and strange plants that do not belong to the earth begin to emerge.

In the deep red blood rain, it grows rapidly.

The wriggling tentacles of the evil god are like the roots of a huge tree, and the huge mouth full of fangs and blood is aimed at the direction of the ship where Ivan is.

It is necessary to change the forward direction, and if this continues, it will eventually be swallowed by the evil god.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Ai Wen woke up.

In an instant, the strange feeling of peace that had been surrounding him disappeared, and he saw countless centaurs with cold faces like undead around him.

Not far away, the strange creature beating the drum was not as friendly as before.

It looks so weird now, the countless pink tentacles on the head are covered with tiny fangs.

The souls of the surrounding fallen centaurs are rapidly dissipating, being ruthlessly devoured by it. (To be continued.)