Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 309 The New God

"Hahaha, as expected, this is the true meaning of alchemy!"

Muscles bulging all over his body, Dumbledore held a machine gun and fired bullets at the opposite side, knocking back the monster transformed by the great priest.

"It's not over yet!"

He threw away the scorching barrel of the machine gun, and the magical brilliance of his wand shot out, deforming the rubble near the arena.

Soon, machine gun bunkers appeared on the ground, on the walls, and on the ceiling.

Then, flames sprayed, resembling the machine gun bunkers in the Red Alert game, and the intersecting firepower net blocked the position.

Seeing his master in danger, the blue-eyed white dragon retreated to help, but was chopped off by the sword-wielding wizard Gryffindor.

The sharp magic sword, under the blessing of the dark ritual, has the power to restrain the dragons.

The great priest clutched his chest, feeling a sharp pain.

The blue-eyed white dragon is the elf he summons, and he will feel the same when he is seriously injured.

"Machine gun bullets can't kill you! That's not enough firepower—"

Dumbledore, who completely abandoned reason, used superb memory magic to hypnotize himself into the character "Gandalf" in a novel, thus possessing an incredible willpower, and the pain suffered by mere elves is nothing at all !
He shouted loudly and waved his wand again and again, the entire arena became his position.

Dumbledore, who is proficient in alchemy, learned positional warfare after studying the methods of his rival magician.

A large number of fortresses rose from the ground, transformed by magic into various weapons on the battlefield.

All kinds of guns and ammunition, cannon bags, tank missiles, and even fighter jets...
For a while, it seemed to have come to the battlefield of the meat grinder of World War II.

Tongues of fire swallowed, shells flew together, and occasionally one or two magic shots flew, and the blue-eyed white dragon was surrounded by hundreds of aerial bombs after destroying a plane...
boom--

Artillery emplacements, unmanned cannons self-loading, calibrated, salvo!

"Much is beautiful, big is good, come, feel the power of multi-turret gods!"

More turrets rose from the ground, densely blocking the entire arena.

"It hurts to sing more praises to a turret
I don't have time to pay attention, I only feel your quantity

Where is the political commissar going? Take my soul with me

What's the use of keeping it for you enchanted
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Humming the song of the multi-turret, Berserker Dumbledore skillfully put on the sunglasses and earmuffs.

Dazzling white light blooms in front of my eyes...
The pyramid was completely destroyed with a bang, and the dark ceremony was interrupted.

There are no great priests on the opposite side. After all, the blue-eyed white dragon is no match for the infinite power of the god of multi-turrets, and it is completely melted under the [-]-ton equivalent of the big Ivan.

"Ah, praise the aesthetics of violence, praise the god of multi-turrets, I am Dumbledore, I am a wizard, I am not Gandalf, I am not Gandalf, I am Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore restored his original memory. He is good at the magic of memory, and forged the memory of the multi-turret believers for himself to adapt to this form of combat.

"Not bad, this time, no one can stop me."

Everything disappeared in the powerful force of the nuclear explosion, except the artifact.

Lying in the ruins, there are seven artifacts that have been passed down for thousands of years, surging with dark power, blocking the ubiquitous strong radiation.

Under the protection of the elves, Dumbledore stepped forward to pick up the seven artifacts.

Once you get it, you can feel the dark power accumulated in it for thousands of years.

The pyramid itself can be regarded as a gathering place of energy, which can be used to charge the artifact. The power accumulated over thousands of years is really terrifying.

With these seven artifacts, Dumbledore was a little more sure about the plan in his heart.

In addition, there are several places that have not been destroyed by the strong light and high temperature radiation of Great Ivan.

"I knew that the Land of Inheritance would not disappear so easily."

After picking up seven artifacts, they were embedded on the golden slate on the ground, and the sealed door opened.

Dumbledore went straight in, with an artifact close by, powerful elves guarding him, and he could use the "Unlimited Arms System" at any time, so what did he have to be afraid of?

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Half a month later, in a large forest, there are everywhere the appearance of the demolition office.

The fallen tree, the ignited fire, and a giant python meandered in the depths of the jungle to escape.

"Tom, contribute your dark and twisted soul to the future of wizarding!"

Dumbledore, the white-robed wizard, is wearing a set of seven artifacts, and his left arm is equipped with a duel disk. Four cards exuding powerful dark power are placed in the card slot on it.

"The elves who were born according to the legend of the four founders of Hogwarts, the four greatest white wizards in Europe face to face, Tom, shouldn't you die calmly?"

The four elves had different looks and used magic in unison to search for Voldemort.

It's just that after all, they are not the four white wizards at the beginning, but brand-new elves born according to people's legends with the help of dark forces, so the magic they use is actually the knowledge that the creator Dumbledore himself knows, plus some ancient Egyptian knowledge. dark magic.

"You can't escape, Tom!"

The brilliance of magic power is surging, a large number of guns form positions, and half of the forest is transformed into a battlefield of World War II.

After obtaining the seven artifacts, Dumbledore's power has expanded to tens of thousands of times before, which is still an insignificant part of the power of the artifacts.

The sound of guns and guns blared, and the artillery fire covered every inch of the land.

Fighters flying in the sky swooped down from time to time to drive away the beasts, and bombers dropped aerial bombs one after another.

Half a day later, Dumbledore collected Voldemort's soul piece from the ruins.

"Extremely dark souls, the flesh and blood of 10 people are sacrificed, and the power of the three phantom gods is extracted to create a new god."

Dumbledore stared at the small silver basin in his hand, dazedly, fascinated.

Voldemort's soul swirled in the small basin like a cloud of gray mist.

"To take this step, there is always a sacrifice. Rather than sacrificing human beings, it is better to sacrifice foreigners."

"Wizards and magicians are both human beings, but the way of magic is different. The two fighting each other can't let the non-human races take advantage..."

There was an indescribable sense of determination and holiness on the face of the old man. He had found his mission, as if he had returned to his youth.

"If all goes well, I can resurrect Arianna..."

Another pillar that supports Dumbledore in the dark game to the end is the resurrection of his sister Arianna.

When he was young, he was obsessed with black magic and killed his sister by mistake. Since then, he has turned against his brother Aberforth.

……

Inside the Forbidden Forest.

"Dumbledore, what do you mean?"

The centaur elders roared angrily, stamping their hooves on the ground.

"Are you imagining that the centaur will open the station?"

Dumbledore stood in front, expressionless.

"...The Forbidden Forest is the Forbidden Forest of wizards, it is the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, it has never been the territory of the centaurs, let alone...it is Hogwarts who sheltered you, not you who sheltered Hogwarts. "

"Without the shelter of Hogwarts, you would have been wiped out long ago."

Dumbledore didn't want to say anything more about these dying gangsters.

Shaking his head, he activated the ancient duel disk, and the four near-god elves appeared out of thin air.

"Impossible, they should have died long ago!"

The centaur tribe was in an uproar. Many of the older centaur had seen the portraits of the four founders. After all, they were so famous.

"Kill them all!"

The cruel order was carried out, and the four elves with an attack power of over 3500 slaughtered the entire centaur tribe within a dozen breaths.

The so-called attack power is divided by the standard 4000 of the giant soldiers among the three phantom gods. It is already a miracle created by Hogwarts' accumulated beliefs over the past thousand years to reach 3500.

Because they are not worshiped as gods themselves, and the population of wizards has always been small, that's why they didn't cross that boundary.

"Next, the goblin..."

Half a day later, Gringotts was completely reduced to ruins. At the same time, several strongholds of the goblins, that is, settlements, were breached, and all men, women, and children were slaughtered and their bodies disappeared.

The giant tribe was attacked by unknown persons and disappeared without a trace.

A large number of flesh and blood souls of goblins, centaurs, giants and magical creatures were sacrificed as sacrifices to serve as materials.

At this point, the surging dark power can no longer be concealed.

On the ruins of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore held up a black gold book of the dead, and with the etiquette of ancient Egyptian priests, he recited the spell one by one:
"Lunar yin, sun, resurrection, rebirth, rebirth!"

The gate of Hades was opened for this, and the sacrifice on the altar was occupied by a soul. Arianna returned to the moment before she died, and opened her eyes in confusion.

"Brother, why are you so old all of a sudden?"

She looked at Dumbledore in a priest's robe in amazement.

"Brother still has something to do, you should sleep for a while..."

With tears in his eyes, Albus Dumbledore handed over his reborn sister to his younger brother Aberforth Dumbledore.

The latter is also a centenarian with eyebrows and beards. He carefully hugged his sister who had fallen asleep, and rarely quarreled with his brother.

"I really forgive you this time, for Arianna's sake..."

At this moment, on the ritual altar, a sacrificial stone slab with seven divine artifacts suddenly burst out with a beam of light connecting the heavens and the earth, and scattered the clouds...

Right under Dumbledore's nose, someone usurped the magic of the ritual and performed another ritual that he couldn't understand.

"Miss Granger?"

Dumbledore was puzzled.

At this time, Hermione Granger had no similarities with the know-it-all lady in his memory except for her face.

She was wearing a gorgeous white dress, holding a ceremonial sword in her hand, with a sharp sense of sharpness, like a female swordsman who had experienced many battles.

"Return! The Immortal God! The source of all magic since ancient times!"

"Lover's love, bring back your personality..."

……

The ultimate dark ritual, when activated to the extreme, the entire earth is obviously affected.

The continent is drifting, the ocean is setting off a hurricane, and the magic net in outer space is oscillating irregularly...

The seven artifacts obeyed her will, used as a medium to communicate with the root of the world, and the dark magic power accumulated for thousands of years was being consumed crazily...

Click, click, the artifact was overwhelmed and made a cracking sound.

"Go back to my hometown and get married! You heartless man!"

Finally, the artifact was overloaded and shattered to the ground, all the dark power was released, and day turned into night.

However, it is not enough, the road to the root is still not opened.

"Open it to me, the world of mental images reflects my heart!"

Unwilling to fail, Hermione bit her lip and spent the last of her money.

A pure white light illuminates this place, the embodiment of the soul, the personal reality, the world depicted by the mental image, at this moment, distorting the reality...

"Demiplane, magician!"

Dumbledore's cloudy eyes were full of light.

He was also the first to see the birth of a magician, synonymous with miracles, and a god of magic.

This kind of power has surpassed the four powerful elves he created by borrowing Hogwarts' thousand-year belief.

"She intends to open the void leading to the outside of the world, I'm afraid this alone is not enough..."

After hesitating for a moment, Dumbledore still planned to make a move.

"Go and help her, she... also has someone who wants to be resurrected?"

Looking at the drowsy Arianna, Dumbledore still asked the four elves to step forward to help.

The elves have incredible powers, which help Hermione a lot.

The beam of light pierced through the magic net, pierced through the illusion of the solar system, and hit the invisible boundary.

There is a boundary in the world, but it is not a glass cover. Anyone passing through the boundary line will appear in a corner of this world from another section.

In order to open the hole leading to the outside of the world, there must be a very high degree of mystery and a corresponding method.

Like... Merlin's socks.

After Merlin hung in the sky, became the root of the world, and began to flow out of mystery, this sock page became the stock of the root, possessing the powerful power of the holy relic (fog)...

"If you don't come back, I'm really going to find another man..."

"When the time comes, let another man beat your child..."

Hermione stroked her belly angrily, and shouted to the sky from the altar.

It seems that the last sentence triggered the extraordinary setting, and the whole world fell silent.

The hole is opened, it is an area where light and darkness do not exist, it cannot be described in words, the place where all mysteries flow out, any possibility and impossibility, extraordinary and normal, in short, it is the final place that ordinary people can hardly imagine, outside the world The root, appeared.

"If I don't come back, I'll go find that Krum, that Ron, that Cedric..."

"I won't give your child Merlin, he will take another man's surname, and the house bill you gave me will be subsidized by other people..."

The hole leading to the root was closed, and the ritual failed. Hermione fell to her knees in despair and couldn't help crying.

It was raining heavily, and a man holding an umbrella quietly blocked the rain for her, and whispered in her ear:
"I am back!"

(End of this chapter)