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Chapter 1219: Habitual Daydreaming
🕑 Added 2024-08-31 12:37:13 +0000 UTCThe wizards were abuzz with chatter. Those familiar with Evan's past were hopeful, expecting that he might bring about a miracle.
But in reality, most of the wizards did not have high expectations of him.
The main reason was that Evan was just too young!
So many adult wizards couldn't do anything to this demon, so what could a fifteen-year-old underage wizard do?
The idea that he might cast a powerful spell and defeat a scorpion demon hundreds of feet long seemed absurd...
Something like that, if heard outside, would sound like a complete joke no matter how it was told.
But inside the chamber, it was different. Only those who had experienced it firsthand could understand the soul-crushing fear.
Faced with the demon, they had clearly given up and were waiting for death. In their despair, Evan standing up was their only hope.
Since he was Dumbledore’s successor, since he had once dueled a powerful vampire, since he had accomplished so much already —
Then surely Evan could create a miracle.
The title ‘The Future Star of the Wizarding World,’ given to him by The Daily Prophet, had followed him for years!
If Evan succeeded this time, his title would change to ‘Miracle Maker.’
He would no longer be just Dumbledore's successor, but a powerful wizard of the same level as him, joining the ranks of the most formidable.
The room gradually fell silent, blood still raining down, and the red sun and moon's glow grew more eerie.
At this moment, no one used magic.
The wizards all held their breath, all eyes fixed on Evan, watching him intently, hoping to witness a miracle.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Evan steadily walked toward the demon in front of him.
"Attack … attack!" The wizards shouted in their hearts, urging him to use magic.
They watched Evan walk closer and closer to the giant scorpion, the hope that had just risen within them beginning to sink.
Why get so close?
Everyone's hearts were tightly clenched, and Evan was about to enter the opponent's attack range.
Hadn’t he seen what happened to that witch from Raven’s Claw, who was crushed into a pulp by the scorpion’s pincers?
A stark warning!
Now, next to the magic altar, that sticky pool of stuff was still unusually eye-catching.
Using magic from a distance might give him a chance, but entering the scorpion’s attack range...
“He’s going to get himself killed,” a male wizard suddenly howled. "You bunch of idiots, you disturbed the Pharaoh's rest, and now you think you’ll survive? It’s a dream, a dream! This is a death sentence, we’re all going to die, I don’t want to live anymore, I don’t want to live!"
He let out a meaningless shout and rushed towards the giant scorpion.
The wizard waved his wand randomly to cast spells, and the giant scorpion's head turned to the right and back.
PUFF!
In a flash, the scorpion's tail, which had been curled up, suddenly stretched out and stabbed him as if it had eyes.
The sharp stinger entered through his left ear, easily piercing through his head.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and due to the huge inertia, the wizard’s body was flung away by the scorpion’s tail.
His neck was bent at a strange angle, and his body began to decay visibly, revealing his bones.
What was strange was that the wizard's blood was drained the moment he was stung by the scorpion's tail.
The barbed stinger on the scorpion’s tail was laced with deadly poison, and after it became a demon, this venom became its most lethal weapon.
Even gods would have their bodies corroded if pierced by its tail — let alone mere mortals.
The ferocity of the giant scorpion made the wizards retreat together, crowding at the edge of the room and pressing their bodies against the walls.
If there was a crack in the wall, they would have gladly squeezed through it.
They suddenly realized that the scorpion’s tail was long enough to reach them, contrary to their initial belief that it lacked long-range attack capabilities.
With the remnants of the male wizard still impaled, the scorpion’s tail didn’t lower or curl back. Instead, it swung in a half-circle through the air, heading straight for Evan.
The shield in front of Evan automatically moved to intercept, colliding with the scorpion’s tail and emitting a strange sound.
At the point of impact, a crack appeared on the shield, widening as more fine cracks spread across its surface.
Evan did not retreat but instead stood firm, clutching the Eye of Horus in his left hand, reciting the magic Ramses II had taught him.
The next second, an eye glowing white appeared behind him — the Eye of Horus.
This was a replica, capable only of altering the rules of time for Evan’s benefit. It couldn’t open, nor did it serve any other purpose.
But that was enough. Seeing this eye, the tail that had been piercing the shield suddenly stopped in front of Evan’s head.
It was only a hair's breadth away from Evan, and its stinger, dark and menacing, exuded a terrifying aura.
"The Master's mark!" the scorpion’s voice echoed in Evan’s mind.
“It was given to me by Usermaatre,” Evan replied, using Ramses II’s true name after a brief moment of thought. “He sent me here.”
“I’ve heard my Master speak of you, esteemed guest. What are your orders?"
Evan let out a deep sigh of relief, his heart slowly calming down from its frantic pace, realizing he had succeeded.
As Ramses II had said, this artifact allowed him to command his servants.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, pondering how to communicate with the scorpion and what to ask it to do.
Gazing at the creature’s metallic-looking carapace, Evan briefly considered the idea of taking this demon with him.
Its power was more terrifying than Voldemort’s, and it might even stand a chance against the descending evil god — a tremendously powerful ally.
But in the end, he thought about it and decided to give up. If he wanted to take the demon away, he would have to take the demon’s altar with it, including the three Obelisks. Evan didn’t have the ability to do that, nor was he certain what it would take to keep such a demon under control.
What if the scorpion wanted to drink human blood every day? Where would Evan find enough to satisfy it?
And there was a crucial point to consider: the demon was only obeying him because of the Eye of Horus.
Evan only had a replica of the Eye, and it could only be used three times.
What would happen when its power ran out? Would the demon still listen to him?
If not, it would be like carrying around a nuclear bomb that could go off at any moment.
This kind of overwhelming, almost cheat-like power wasn’t something mortals were meant to wield, and Ramses II didn’t give Evan the demon as a gift.
As Evan began to relax, his mind wandered out of habit, but the other wizards watching him were growing increasingly nervous.
They had no idea what was happening; they only saw a closed eye appear above Evan’s head.
Then, the scorpion’s tail just stopped there, hovering above his head without moving.
The proximity, the sharpness, the terrifying power — it all made everyone incredibly anxious for Evan.
The wizards assumed Evan was locked in a life-and-death struggle with the demon, and they believed the confrontation had reached a critical point.
They silently watched Evan and the giant scorpion in the center of the room, not daring to make a sound. They even held their breath, fearing that any disturbance might cause Evan to lose the battle, which would spell disaster for them all.
No one wanted to die, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance of success, no one would give up.
This was a battle they did not understand, a confrontation of forces they had not been involved in.
They couldn't understand because they were too weak and didn't know what true power was.
Some wizards held their breath for too long, their faces flushed red, but they dared not exhale...
If Evan knew what they were thinking, he’d probably feel a bit embarrassed. He had just been daydreaming.
