Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 308 Dried Tofu Dumbledore

Inside the pyramid built of rocks, the vast duel field was shrouded in darkness.

The dark ritual arranged here is running again after sleeping for a thousand years.

This time, the challenger is not a slave or a criminal, but a challenger trying to gain the wisdom of God.

"The Millennium Eye, a tool for creating demons, at least this one must be obtained."

The host of the ceremony is the priest who guarded the artifact thousands of years ago.

In Egyptian mythology, what is pursued is the immortality of the soul after death, not the longevity of the body, so all priests have the means to transform themselves into another form.

For example, merging with these created monsters.

The monster dressed up by the priest in front of him was transformed from the mysterious great priest.

"Outsider, since you have made it this far, you can make a request."

There was no expression on the face of the great priest shrouded in the shadow of the hood.

"I hope to get the inheritance of Egyptian black magic and dark alchemy."

"・・・"

Seemingly surprised by this request, the great priest in front of him remained silent.

With a hoarse voice, Dumbledore coughed uncomfortably a few times on the high platform.

He is the only one who has come this far.

Continuous high-intensity battles not only consume mana and physical strength to maintain the summoning of monsters, but also need to deal with traps that can be seen everywhere from time to time, which is really too tiring for them.

The others couldn't hold on to the blow halfway and retreated.

Although they were not directly hurt, every time the summoned monster was hit hard, they would also feel some pain.

This is a direct blow to the spirit, and it is difficult to resist.

Even with the pre-prepared joy potion, which allowed them to persist for half a month, it was useless now.

The joy created by the potion of joy is just a false feeling. Under the emotional impact of the frequent death of monsters, it completely loses its effect.

Later, they drank this potion as water, but they couldn't squeeze the slightest happiness.

Dumbledore was able to survive because of his extraordinary willpower.

"Outsiders, this is not an easy task. Even in the past, selecting priests was a cumbersome and difficult task. I'm not sure if you are eligible."

"However, if you can beat me, you can accept the inheritance of a divine weapon, and you are also qualified to read the royal family's collection."

"In this way, I can point you to the inheritance of the priest, and you can go to the library to search for it yourself."

The language used by the priests is the ancient Egyptian secret language, which is suitable for sacrificial occasions and can only be understood by elites.

Dumbledore took great pains to learn the language before coming here.

Although the dark game seems to be fair, it is actually full of pitfalls.

If you don't have careful observation or insufficient preparation, even breaking in is useless.

For example, in this level, if you don't understand the inscription, you don't understand the rules, and you will die in the mouth of the monster at the beginning.

If you don't understand the language of the upper class in Egypt, you won't be able to communicate with the priest here, and you will lose the opportunity to inherit the artifact and make requests.

Among them, this dark game has screened out those who are not qualified.

People who don’t understand ancient Egyptian customs, people who don’t understand ancient Egyptian culture, people who are not strong enough, people who are too greedy, and people who are not humble enough...all will fall in various small on the details.

"Then, let's start! Dark Game!"

The dark power shrouded, and the priest on the opposite side went off in person, and a slender and vigorous figure appeared in the white light.

"Blue-eyed white dragon, destroy, jet, blast bomb!"

Not to be outdone, Dumbledore floated forward with a vague figure behind him, with a wand in one hand and a sword in the other.

"O elf that resides in my heart, defeat the enemy in front of me for me!"

The magic power surged all over his body, exhausting all the magic he had learned all his life, and hit him head-on.

The white light of destruction confronted the magical flames from the wand.

"It's now!"

Among the metal cards in his arms, the bottom one with the portrait of Gryffindor lit up.

These are magical materials obtained from the tomb guards and tomb robbers, combined with the props created by Dumbledore's alchemy, and they are designed to be used at this moment.

At this critical point of highly coherent spiritual will, he deeply touched his own soul.

"I choose...Gryffindor!"

He carried Hogwarts' Gryffindor sword with him, and threw it at this moment.

This is the treasure of Gryffindor, a weapon that has been legendary for thousands of years, and it hosts the power of legend and belief. Under the action of this ritual magic, it can truly manifest its power.

The blurry figure materialized, and the appearance could be vaguely seen to be seven or eight points similar to Gryffindor.

The sword fell into the hands of this monster, and as soon as it took shape, this elf, born of Dumbledore's belief, sucked in the sea, constantly seizing the dark power from the surrounding.

"Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, the greatest white wizard leader, a name that has been sung for thousands of years, with an attack power of 3700, a defense power of 3000, a wizard family, and a level of nine stars."

On the other side of the arena, a man with glasses looked at him in amazement. The elves in front of him had never heard of it.

"The current time is 1990, has this kind of near-god elf already appeared at this time?"

"Observation point, 1990, April 4, 13:19, recorded by Muto Shuangliu. Remarks: The reappearance of the dueling elves, and the birth of the near god elves."

The voice echoed in the corridor, but it was not heard by the two people who were dueling.

"Gryffindor is a master of swordsmanship and the leader of the White Wizard. He has experienced many battles and once defeated an ancient fire dragon. Therefore, according to the rules of the dark ritual, his lethality against dragons will increase."

Following Dumbledore's moustache, the surrounding dark forces that had calmed down once again set off a small-scale magic vortex.

A Gryffindor-like elf, his breath rose a little.

"Then, there is the sword that Gryffindor carried with him during his lifetime, a magic sword with magical effects created by the unique magic of the Nordic goblins, which will continue to enhance his strength."

The mustache was once again recognized by the dark ceremony. It seemed that there was a mysterious will presiding over the ceremony. Gryffindor nodded slightly. This time, everyone could see that the sword he was holding had a layer of powerful magic attached to it. The dark game recognized it. took the sword.

"Finally, for the legacy of wizards, for Hogwarts, and for the whole of Europe... we must win this match!"

Dumbledore continued to babble, talking all kinds of rubbish, and secretly added all kinds of magic to this elf created by all the impressions of Gryffindor in his heart, then pulled out his spear, and flew towards the high priest .

Gryffindor entangled the blue-eyed white dragon, and Dumbledore faced the high priest.

"I realized a long time ago that if you want to defeat you, you can't do without paying a price, so I learned how to fight as a warrior!"

During the battle, Dumbledore roared again and again, with a wand in one hand and a spear in the other. His bronze eight-pack abs made people dizzy.

"See the power of modern alchemy!"

Dumbledore stabbed the high priest with a spear, and then took out a light machine gun from the bag with the No Trace Stretch Curse cast on his waist.

Then, the roar of metal resounded throughout the pyramid.

(End of this chapter)