novelraw Chapter 203, Section 202: Life and Death Combined! Ian in Great Crisis!
Chapter 203, Section 202: Life and Death Combined! Ian in Great Crisis!
Chapter 203, Section 202: Life and Death Combined! Ian in Great Crisis!
The sun god has departed.
The moon in the sky was obscured once again.
This is the work of a reckless goddess.
She no longer needed to guard against the prying eyes of her relatives, but she still needed to guard against the prying eyes of other gods, who were the primary targets of her guard, since interfering in human affairs violated the rules in a certain way.
What kind of secret do you have?
The brute goddess was extremely curious about the secrets surrounding Ian.
"Um, secrets aren't important."
Faced with the question from the brute goddess, Ian shook his drowsy head and did not answer. Although he had some guesses in his mind, he certainly could not reveal them to others casually.
This, after all, involves where he came from, which is Ian's deepest secret.
"Let's check on Tom's condition first." Ian chose to change the subject, but this tactic wasn't very effective, even though Riddle was lying there, his life hanging in the balance.
"I had no idea you cared so much about this guy." The brute goddess scrutinized the young wizard, still inwardly shocked by the injuries her father had sustained.
"Merlin, don't you know he's my brother Tom? We grew up in the same yard!" Ian slapped Riddle repeatedly with an extremely "grief" expression.
The young Dark Lord's face was swollen from being slapped, but he still showed no signs of waking up from his slumber.
"You're actually telling the truth!" The brute goddess clearly had the ability to distinguish lies, which was why she was so surprised. She had already called him "brother" and yet she had managed to hide in this era while being chased by others.
What a melodramatic plot of love, hate, and revenge spanning two thousand years!
The brute goddess was shocked by Ian's message.
This did allow Ian to temporarily succeed in changing the subject.
"Of course I'm telling the truth, otherwise why would he come to me for help when he's in trouble?" Ian was clearly taking advantage of Riddle's inability to refute him; he punched Riddle in the nose but didn't wake him up.
"So, you two are entangled like righteousness and evil, black and white?" The "Ruthless Goddess" at least has the word "woman" in her name, and liking gossip is obviously a common trait among women.
She had even imagined a storyline with a strong English flavor.
"No, no, no, he and Potter, Harry Potter, are destined to be entangled. I'm just a random intruder," Ian corrected the madwoman's misconception.
"Explain in detail which type of intrusion."
Just as this goddess, who was torturing BL fans, had her eyes shining.
"What are you doing taking out scissors?" She was somewhat surprised to find that the little wizard had taken out a pair of scissors and then "snipped" a few times in the air to test how sharp they were.
"I'm wondering if love, being the greatest magic, can also create miracles by taking away the ability to love," Ian honestly stated his thoughts.
He wanted to awaken the sleeping Riddle with real pain.
"Um... I don't think he would want you to do that." Of course, the brute goddess could understand Ian's words. She was a Greek goddess, and it was impossible for her to have pure thoughts after being influenced by what she saw and heard.
"I don't care what he thinks, I care what I think." Ian didn't want to take off Riddle's pants, so he just lifted Riddle's robe and roughly found a spot.
Well, how should I put it?
There's not much difference between cutting a little more or a little less.
It's enough if it can break your heart.
Seeing Ian gesturing, the brute goddess felt a chill run down her spine and was filled with dread.
"I think we can just ignore him. He can't be used against Herpo anyway. Let him sleep here, and we'll deal with his problem later."
The brute goddess ultimately couldn't bear to see human suffering.
She patiently and earnestly tried to persuade the young wizard.
"Didn't you say that the Silent Mist Nightmare is rewriting history? To be honest, Tom's life is far less important than the history he's involved in. If his childhood history is distorted, it could very well affect me as well."
"If anything happens at the Wu family orphanage, it will likely have a huge impact on my history." Yes, that's why Ian wanted to wake Riddle up as soon as possible.
He didn't want to be implicated because of Riddle. Although he and Riddle didn't have much overlap in their experiences, the Woods Orphanage was a key place that connected them both.
"Don't worry, you don't need to worry about that at all." The brute goddess immediately shook her head with a laugh upon hearing this, and spoke softly as she looked at Riddle, whose face was pale on the ground.
"He is just a very ordinary wizard. The Silent Mist Nightmare can't draw much power from him. The Silent Mist Nightmare only becomes stronger when the object it parasitizes is more powerful."
"If you want to distort history, you have to at least parasitize a legend." After saying that, the brute goddess looked up into the depths of the temple. At this moment, she, like her father, was radiant with the light of the sun.
of course.
It wasn't as dazzling as the sun god.
However, the special effects are definitely top-notch.
The light was not a single, bright ray, but rather like a surging golden wave, spreading outwards in wave after wave. Each ray contained boundless energy, like countless miniature suns twinkling and leaping, enveloping everything in a warm and dazzling golden halo.
This radiance not only dispels darkness but also heals the wounds of living beings and gives all things the power to grow. Riddle's previous injuries are being repaired at a visible speed.
"Now that you mention it, I'm quite curious why Herbo would keep such a thing." Ian frowned, as he could see his surroundings clearly with the light emanating from the Brute Goddess.
Since the appearance of the sun god.
The temple fell into an eerie silence. Helbo, who had been making sarcastic remarks before, was now completely silent, as if he could not be found in any corner.
"That's something I want to know too..." The brute goddess was also scanning the temple. Her vision was naturally broader than Ian's; she could even see clearly into the temple's underground. Her eyes were like two high-hanging, blazing suns, pure and fiery, the light in them like tangible sunlight.
Wherever her gaze swept, it was as if countless beams of sunlight poured down, instantly filling every corner with light, even creating an effect like that of an expensive shadowless lamp, where not even a shadow could be seen.
to be frank.
If it weren't for the feeling that it was immoral.
Ian even wanted to ask if he could borrow those two eyeballs to use as light bulbs.
"Helpo isn't here anymore." The impetuous goddess, completely unaware of the little wizard's intentions, carefully inspected every place and spoke with a regretful and unwilling tone.
"What a pity for the blessing of fatherly love I have now!" The goddess's voice was indeed full of regret, and it was clear that she rarely had such a state.
"Why don't you bestow divine power upon your followers yourself?" This was the question Ian had been wondering about earlier. Surely the brute goddess in her true form couldn't do something similar.
amount.
Perhaps it's truly impossible?
Ian noticed that the goddess of brute force's expression was a little strange.
She was clearly stammering.
"Of course I can bless... I can provide divine power to my believers... However, you should know that I am a symbol of mercy and peace, and I am the god who inherited my father's prophecy, music, and healing."
"So... I don't really like fighting and killing. Yes, that's it." The brute goddess really didn't seem to be good at lying; her eyes were darting around and her nose looked unnatural.
His hands were constantly gesturing in the air.
This is a textbook example of lying and being guilty.
"Is it that you don't like it or that you can't?" Seeing that Helbo could no longer be found in the temple, Ian could only drag Riddle by the leg and prepare to leave the dirty and moldy temple first.
Faced with the little wizard's persistent questioning.
The brute goddess curled her lip and decided to drop the pretense. "I've told you before, I'm a qualified tank, so only with my father's divine power can I be both capable of fighting and taking damage."
Her words are actually quite easy to understand.
"I understand. You were originally a tank, but now you can be considered a battle tank." However, the little wizard's choice of words was somewhat incomprehensible to the beings of this era.
"I don't quite understand your description, but it's probably similar." The fact that the brute goddess could become a skeleton in Ian's time naturally proves that she had no access to information from the 20th century.
"I thought you were a cool and aloof older sister," Ian said with some emotion. He walked along the path to the front door, which had been open before but was now completely closed.
"Am I not?"
The "reckless goddess" could understand the term "mature woman".
I don't know why.
"The contrast is a bit too much." Ian said honestly as he reached for his wand, but the brute goddess was a step ahead of him. She raised her foot and kicked the metal gate that was more than ten meters high.
It looked like a light kick.
That force was enough to crush the basilisk into a pulp.
"Boom!"
This kick contained divine power; in an instant, golden light radiated outwards, centered on the foot of the brute goddess, and surged and spread outwards like a turbulent tide.
The light was dazzling, as if the core of the sun had erupted in an instant, making it impossible to look directly at it. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the seemingly indestructible metal door instantly shattered into countless fragments under the impact of this powerful force, scattering like dust in all directions. Even if the young wizard collected them for study, he couldn't find a single fragment the size of his palm.
"What a pity, ancient magical metal."
Ian felt a pang of regret.
She managed to collect some relatively intact metal fragments. After demonstrating her power, the brute goddess still swung her greatsword a few more times, seemingly unsatisfied.
"Let's go find Herpo! We have to have a good time today!" She felt the wonderful beauty of violent "aesthetics" and clearly didn't want to waste the power she had been "charged" with.
"Perhaps Herpo has already run away, maybe even out of Rome's territory. You should always trust a wizard's ability to escape, especially a legendary wizard with maxed-out survival skills."
Ian's guess wasn't without merit. He had thought that Herbo would become a laughingstock after the Sun God appeared, but unexpectedly, even the Sun God failed to discover Herbo's whereabouts. Of course, this didn't mean that the Sun God couldn't discover the legend's escape, but rather that Herbo was probably never in this temple in the first place.
The voices they hear may not necessarily come from real people.
Magic is amazing.
There are many ways to achieve similar results.
"Then you should also believe in the ability of a god to find people. The world is only so big, where could he go that I can't find him? My eyes can see..."
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The brute goddess and Ian walked out of the temple side by side.
Her confident words were interrupted by the scene outside the temple. The act of smashing down the gate did not attract the attention of all the priests outside.
The priests, who should have been maintaining the magical shield, all stood beside the cliff, facing downhill, their faces pale and terrified, their robes fluttering in the wind.
Some of the staffs in their hands even emitted an uneasy buzzing sound.
An atmosphere of turmoil and unease permeated the air. Ian could even hear the group of people trembling and muttering to themselves, their voices filled with barely concealed panic.
The brute goddess followed the gazes of these people.
Her expression was also changing.
Her long golden hair shone like flowing flames in the sunlight, but the rhythm of its movement suddenly became unstable, indicating that she had been greatly shocked.
"What happened?"
Ian walked over to his acquaintance Cassandra and looked down the mountain, but could only see some blurry distant scenery through the light shining from the goddess's eyes.
"There……"
The little girl, Cassandra, was as pale as a sheet, her small hand trembling slightly as she pointed into the distance. Following her finger, Ian saw a dense mass of dark shadows surging through the city streets.
The dark figures writhed on the street like countless ants crawling. Ian quickly pulled out his binoculars and immediately felt a chill run up from the soles of his feet.
"Oh My God!"
The little wizard's hands trembled a few times.
He saw it.
It was an entire city of people, like a tide, but no longer vibrant lives; instead, they had transformed into the same kind of desiccated monsters they had encountered before, their skin an unnatural grayish-white, their eye sockets sunken, yet they still moved mechanically. Their steps were perfectly synchronized as they converged on the city's central square.
In the center of the square.
Helbo, whom they had previously speculated might have run away, finally appeared in the little wizard's eyes—he was hovering in mid-air, his body merging with the dried corpses.
Every mummified corpse that came into contact with Helbo's body would turn into a cloud of black mist and be absorbed by him. His form was constantly changing, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting.
It's as if they're searching for the most perfect form.
Countless figures merged into Helbo's body appeared continuously in the black mist, mechanically chanting something. Ian only felt a visual shock that made his scalp tingle.
"He's collecting his followers... followers acquired in such a horrific way." Ian saw the significance of these people's existence, and their cruelty, far surpassing that of the Dark Lord, horrified him.
"How could he possibly convert an entire city's population so quickly!" Ian even felt like he was being mentally polluted. He swallowed hard, his expression filled with disbelief.
"He had secretly implanted his mark in every corner of the city, in every resident's home." The brute goddess's gaze swept across every room in the entire city.
She witnessed something unbelievable and horrifying. Throughout the entire ancient city of Pompeii, even in its reflection in the water, Herpo's mark was visible!
"No! This shouldn't be happening!"
"Catastrophe! This is catastrophe!"
"God! Save us! Save those innocent souls!"
The priests had already prostrated themselves on the ground and begun to pray to their gods. Some priests even asked the Brute Goddess for help, but the Brute Goddess just frowned and stared into the distance without saying a word.
That side.
"Witness...my rise!"
Helbo, displaying a "divine demeanor," raised his head.
A contemptuous, mocking smile graced his face, his gaze piercing through space to meet Ian and the goddess before the temple, as if silently proclaiming his victory. At that moment, Ian and the brute goddess realized that the appearance of the Dark Temple and their arrival were merely one link in Helpo's grand plan!
A carefully laid trap!
The goal is to draw away all the forces capable of resistance in the city! At least most of them! This will allow Helbo to use the moment when the Goddess of Brutality is shielding the eyes of those watching from the sky to complete his scheme as quickly as possible! He has even foreseen the choice that the Goddess of Brutality and Ian will make!
at the same time!
Riddle's choice was the same!
"Is this guy really going to become a god?"
Ian felt a chill run down his spine as his gaze suddenly fixed on a figure next to Helpo—it was Malfoy, who had clearly become unusually abnormal!
This Slytherin wizard was covered in black markings all over his body.
Like a demon child.
His eyes were vacant as he knelt on the ground, his hands raised high as if supporting Helbo in mid-air. Ian then noticed three triangularly arranged recesses on the ground, and Malfoy was kneeling in one of them. The other two recesses formed a triangle with Malfoy's position.
"The incredible number, three."
Ian had a bad feeling.
He sensed that the two positions seemed to be waiting for something, and turned to ask the brute goddess, only to find that Riddle, who had been unconscious beside him, had disappeared without anyone noticing.
"Where is Riddle?"
Ian's pupils contracted sharply.
next moment.
He then saw green light appear in the empty recess in the distant city square, and the next moment, the missing Riddle slowly emerged from the green light.
He remains unconscious.
But this didn't prevent him from adopting the same lifting posture as Malfoy. Dense, ant-like black lines began to cover every inch of Riddle's skin.
While the young wizard was still in shock at Riddle's disappearance and wondering why he hadn't sensed any magical fluctuations,
"Damn it! We have to get out of here right now!"
The goddess seemed to suddenly realize something and turned pale with fright. She grabbed Ian's wrist, as if she desperately wanted to get him away from this strange place.
"What's going on? Are you planning to run away and abandon us?" Ian felt an irresistible force, and he only had time to grab the terrified little girl Cassandra into his arms.
Again.
We'll save as many as we can.
"Of course I'm coming back! I also need to inform the other gods!" The brute goddess tried to remove the dark clouds in the sky, only to find that the clouds seemed to be locked up.
"Um... your dad didn't say anything just now, it shouldn't be necessary to make such a fuss." Ian felt a chill run down his spine when he heard the words of the brute goddess.
What could possibly alarm the gods?
The goddess's expression was more serious than ever before!
"I see it! I see why Helbo can still move among humans. He's in a paradoxical state of neither life nor death. What he wants now is to use someone who also suffers from paradox to become his angel, to lift up his throne, to ring the bell for his ascension to godhood, and to become that paradoxical god who shouldn't even exist!"
The voice of the brute goddess even carried a hint of fear.
She grabbed Ian.
I was about to transform into a stream of sunlight and leave the city.
Simultaneously.
Her voice also rang in Ian's ears.
"Riddle, the little boy you're searching for is someone burdened with a time paradox. Now he's missing a paradoxical angel... Who do you think this paradoxical angel will be?"
The goddess's words exploded in Ian's mind like a thunderclap. Good heavens! So it wasn't him who was eyeing Helbo! Rather, Helbo might have been eyeing him ever since he arrived in this era!
Ian wants to use Halberd to create a legendary story, while Halberd wants to use Ian and Riddle to prove his worth—is this the ancient dark wizard whose fame is tainted with darkness?!
(End of this chapter)