Chapter 427 The Dream Of The Malevolent God
Evan had often thought he felt unwell, but that word took on a completely new dimension when he found himself trapped between the two most malevolent dark monsters.
He wanted to do something, even cast a simple spell.
But his arm was too heavy to lift.
He felt his magic, the Philosopher's Stone floating in front of his chest, and the light of the Philosopher's Stone on the nearby altar slowly merging.
Thanks to the presence of the red mist around him, he did not die at the hands of the malevolent god and Voldemort.
"If only I could obtain that half of the Philosopher's Stone..." Looking at the half of the Philosopher's Stone on the altar, the idea came to Evan's mind.
If he could merge the Philosopher's Stone, he could use its powerful magic to break the curse on his body and then eliminate the malevolent god and Voldemort in one fell swoop.
Thinking this, he struggled to raise his wand and aim at the Philosopher's Stone on the altar.
The action that was usually very easy to complete, at this moment, Evan felt it very difficult and time-consuming.
"Accio Philosopher's Stone!" he shouted, exhausting all his strength.
This was the Summoning Charm that could call objects.
For a few seconds, Evan looked hopefully at the Philosopher's Stone.
But it didn't budge. In the fierce confrontation between Voldemort and the malevolent god, all magical powers were lost, and magic did not work.
Under the torture of the curse, Evan's weak magic could not summon the Philosopher's Stone.
In front of him, two monsters fought for the Philosopher's Stone in his chest. Powerful forces clashed and exploded at his side, regardless of his life or death.
In the twisted vortex of magic, Evan's consciousness was fading more and more.
He could no longer use magic. His eyes clouded over, and his headache intensified.
Now, he could only hear the whispers of the malevolent god and the terrible roar of Voldemort.
Evan knew it was all over. This was the end...
He was on the verge of losing control, both physically and mentally.
Knowing who would emerge victorious, whether Voldemort or the malevolent god, had nothing to do with him.
In the confusion, Evan saw a figure that suddenly appeared in the Chamber of Secrets, in the midst of the battle between vampires and monsters, their long silver hair shining.
It was Dumbledore!
He had finally arrived, and Evan felt relieved and became slightly more lucid.
Dumbledore's blue eyes shone with a tearing and icy light.
Evan had never seen him like this before, never had he seen so much anger in his eyes, they had never been so cold!
Dumbledore looked around and raised his wand high.
The white magical light centered on him quickly spread outward, like ripples in water, dissipating Voldemort's monstrous black flames and the cursed whispers of the malevolent god.
With Dumbledore's intervention, the malevolent god and Voldemort focused their scattered forces around Evan and the nearby altar, and fought with all their might.
The two monsters seemed determined to settle everything quickly.
In the turbulence of magic, Evan felt his soul leaving his body.
It drifted upwards through the thick floating rocks over the remains of the Centaurs.
There, he saw again the exquisite city of the Centaurs and the beautiful place that only appeared in his dreams, right under his feet.
The battle between the malevolent god and Voldemort seemed to have taken place centuries ago.
Looking at the slow-floating white clouds beside him, Evan wondered about the reason for his presence there.
But there was emptiness in his head, and looking up into the sky, all he saw was gray...
"Is this the feeling of death?" he murmured, looking at his weightless body. "Have I become a ghost... condemned to remain here forever?"
Dong, dong, dong, suddenly, a drum resounded loudly!
Following the sudden sound, Evan descended slowly. He saw how many fallen Centaurs gathered in front of a river ferry.
In the world below, like a dry river, sand invaded the land, flowing down the hill.
It ran straight through the colony of Centaurs and extended deep into the Albanian forests.
Many of the ancestors of the Fallen Centaurs emerged from the ruins and gathered there. Like Evan, they all had translucent bodies of a milky white hue.
Following in the footsteps of the Centaurs, Evan also glided towards them.
It was a very large ship on the ferry, which was striking.
The hull was extremely long and narrow, more so than any other ship Evan had seen in his lifetime.
It was exquisitely carved with intricate decorations, painted in purple and dark green, in a peculiar exotic style.
Evan disembarked from the ferry and curiously observed the great ship.
Above, a white monster resembling a toad pounded a drum, holding the bones of magical creatures in its hands.
Where the monster's head should have been, there was a cluster of pink tentacles, eyeless.
Evan gazed at the monster and felt not an ounce of fear.
On the contrary, he experienced a sort of eccentric sensation.
To the beat of the drums, a Centaur who had already boarded waved at him and signaled for him to follow.
They did not attack as expected and appeared very friendly.
The atmosphere of the entire space was strange, clearly abnormal, yet there was a sense of peace everywhere, as if everything in the world should be so.
Evan hesitated for a moment and followed him towards the ship.
Because he felt a pull, he was intrigued by what was unfolding before him, and he wished to see what would transpire.
The grand ship began to move slowly, and the Centaurs ceased speaking.
They encircled him closely in the center, and then he saw it clearly.
Ahead in their journey, it was no longer the dense forest, but the dreadful evil god that had just emerged.
The sky began to rain drops of dark red.
It was like what he had seen in the illusion, wherever the rain fell, on the ground, in the river, on the trees, everywhere, dark bloody bubbles began to surface.
This was followed by layers of a green film that seemed repulsive.
They were like green moss or algae that suddenly grew several times higher, covering the patches, and strange plants that did not belong to Earth started to sprout.
In the rain of deep red blood, they grew rapidly.
The twisted tentacles of the evil god were like roots of a giant tree, and its huge maw filled with fangs and dripping blood, pointed towards the ship where Evan stood.
There needed to be a change of course, and if it continued this way, he would eventually be engulfed by the evil god.
A cold wind blew, and Evan awoke.
In the blink of an eye, the strange sense of peace that had surrounded him vanished. He found himself surrounded by countless Centaurs with deathly cold faces.
Not far off, the strange creature drumming was no longer as friendly as before.
It now appeared very strange, with many pink tentacles on its head, filled with tiny fangs.
The souls of the Fallen Centaurs around were dissipating rapidly, mercilessly devoured by it.