It is heavy in the middle of the night.

Without other lives, the scene becomes more and more weird. The moonlight in the sky is bright, but it seems a bit too quiet for Jon now.

The space here gave him the feeling of being in the Dragon Soul Crypt. It seemed silent, but he could hear the sound of the waves hitting the shore and his breathing. Sound, he seems to be the only person in the huge Heaven and Earth.

And the sound from the ocean tide, there is a kind of wind, like a child crying, this sound makes Jon feel more cautious.

It's like in the myth, some kind of Banshee's cry that symbolizes death.

But that kind of Banshee does not grow in the sea, and it belongs to the mythology of ancient Greece. There is no desert in that place.

He was silent, sitting on the rock looking at the moon and the calm sea in the distance, expressionless.

Besides, he has already guessed the source of this Secret Realm.

Although Jon does not have a deep understanding of ancient Egyptian mythology, he is more or less clear about the content of this myth. In this mythological system, there is a kind of life that symbolizes death and rebirth. .

And this kind of life happens to have one not far from him.

I can't say that it is life, it should be just a kind of phantom, the transparent water lily swaying in his field of vision.

But this is enough, darkness and water lilies, plus the ocean in front of him, this is a typical expression of Death World.

Fortunately, this is just an illusion.

The mist gradually rises from the surface of the sea. It is as thick and cold as cold milk. The mist floats on the surface of the sea and gradually fills Jon's sight.

With the weird sound of wind, it seems like a ghost from hell rushing towards Jon.

But this is not a good thing, because after the fog gradually thickened, Jon heard some scattered and tender voices in his ears.

It seems to be some kind of nursery rhyme.

But he didn't understand.

Unless he uses the Law Trace hidden in his soul, it is not a cost-effective thing to waste such precious things here.

Besides, doesn't he understand, does it mean he will die here?

That would be too small to underestimate the protective measures Helga left for him.

But this didn't make him relax his vigilance. Amidst the chilling and faint childish voices, he lightly let out a cold breath and clenched wand in his hand.

Don’t move.

The best way is to adapt to changes without change.

Although the wand in his hand is not his own wand.

When he woke up from here, his body did not have a wand, but when the idea of ​​wanting a wand came out of his mind, this wand also appeared at the same time In his hands.

This situation is normal in the illusion. Perhaps the owner who set up the illusion left some passage for the latecomers when setting it up. After all, if you want someone to explore Secret Realm, you have to provide it to others. Point equipment.

However, absolutely not a good place here.

In the daytime, this desert is just silent and silent, but once it’s night, after the scene transitions to the ocean of night, I don’t know how many falsehoods and weirdness hidden in the dark try to show their minions. .

Those things are not present in the world, they are carried by this illusion, and have survived from the Dark Ages and even Mythological Era to the present.

Jon's current level, no matter what accidentally he sees, it is enough to cause his soul to fall into a deeper drowsiness, until it touches Helga's protection and is dragged to the [Blue Deep Sea].

But who knows how long it will take to return to reality after the past?

So he is now extremely vigilant, deducing according to the meaning of the existence of the illusion, and he will leave when there is a certain conversion here.

Fortunately, his mysterious bird Patronus is guarding the Law Trace, so the energy is replenished very quickly, otherwise he may not find a way to get out by himself.

In the darkness now, there is danger, but as long as he sits quietly, there will be no problem.

However, the weird voice in the ear became clearer and clearer. It was wrapped around Jon's ear with the wind. There seemed to be some power in the voice that made him involuntarily want to follow the sound. go.

Fortunately, he does not.

He was very lucky. When he felt unable to hold on, he finally waited for the crack, and then he abandoned all the magic power in this body, urging the power of the mysterious bird Left here.

But he still left a trace.

At the moment he left, that water lily collapsed and withered, blooming in the darkness with fine fragments of light, and then captured a little trace of Jon.

A leaf.

The leaf fell on the surface of the water and then fell into the palm of a hand.

Someone sighed.

……

In another hemisphere far away from London, in the ocean, there is a small island standing alone.

There is no who on this small island, it belongs to a certain rich man. At this time, the security personnel behind the island.

There was an unexpected visitor today.

Under the moonlight, the security guards on the island wandered aimlessly, and then gathered on the top of the mountain in the center of the island.

An altar stands here.

I don't know when it appeared, and I don't know which god it belongs to. In short, it is abrupt, and it suddenly appeared here.

If the calculation is really strict, it is probably not long before Jon fell into a deep sleep, the sacrifice began here quietly.

The objects of sacrifice are naturally these security guards.

In the night breeze, ghost's whispers are passed from above moved towards below.

He is spreading temptation.

"I thought in the heart and created it in my soul.

I created all forms by myself.

At that time, I had not spit out air,

I haven’t spit out the dampness yet,

No one has got up and worked with me.

So I created it in my own heart,

Make everything born as a baby.

I bred them with my own hands,

and become one with myself.

……

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When they travel far away from me,

I follow their back with one eye.

When I become the only soul,

When I separated three Spiritual Gods on the ground,

The air and humidity cheered in the abyss where they lived,

and took my roots with their eyes.

After I bandaged my body,

Cry loudly for them,

Humans are the tears that drip from my eyes."

The apparition of the book was held in the hands by the black clothed sacrificial rituals, and the slurred incantation was blessed in the air by invisible power, and then directly imprinted on those who were kneeling on the ground.

Their skin becomes the carrier of the incantation, and the person standing on the altar, shrouded in cloak, with compassion, argue with the courage of one's convictions.

"I repaired what she destroyed one after another."

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