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Chapter 1120: Squeezed to Bursting
🕑 Added 2024-05-20 13:59:42 +0000 UTCIn an instant, the scenery before their eyes was like a dream, incredibly beautiful.
Countless magic particles weaved and intersected together, emitting dots of light like gems.
They floated in the air, casting a hazy hue on everything around them.
With each breath, magic entered the body, moisturizing it from the inside out, filling it with energy.
This feeling was like no matter how much magic was used, there was no need to worry about running out of it, as it would replenish itself at any time.
"Stand here and put your hand on the locket," Riddle said, motioning for Evan to stand in front of the altar.
"Come on, Evan!" Elaine whispered softly, lying on the ground and watching Evan with wide eyes.
"We believe in you!" Hermione hugged Evan hard.
Dumbledore and Caresius did not speak, but they both looked at Evan and watched him walk to the top of the altar.
Evan put his right hand on the locket. A strange feeling poured into his body from his right hand, and he was instantly filled with magic power.
Undoubtedly, the feeling of becoming powerful in an instant was initially wonderful.
The endless magic power was at his command, and he seemed to be in control of everything.
But as more and more magic power poured in; the pressure increased, giving Evan a sense of swelling.
"What should I do next?" he looked at Riddle beside him.
"Chant the spell with me!" Riddle said, opening his mouth and making a hissing sound.
"Wait, I don't understand what you’re saying," Evan interrupted. "Does this spell have to be in Parseltongue?"
"I believe using Parseltongue is the least respect we can show to Slytherin," said Riddle. "If you really can't pronounce it, speaking normally is fine too. In this magic, the spell is not the most crucial thing. The important thing is to let his statue feel your intention."
"Intention?"
"Slytherin left a part of his will in the statue, which can sense what you're thinking through the locket," said Riddle impatiently. "Just let him know that you want to destroy the evil god inside, and the magic he left behind will be activated.”
"Then let's just talk properly," Evan said.
"Humph, now start praising Slytherin with me. He is the greatest wizard of all time. He is..."
"Is this also what must be done?" Evan interrupted him again. "You just said, as long as the statue senses my intention to destroy the evil god inside, the magic will be activated. What's the point of praising Slytherin?!"
"This is respect for the great wizard," said Evan. "Since you don't want to do it, then do it your way.”
He stopped talking and looked at Evan with a sneer.
Evan blinked, trying hard to focus on wanting to destroy the evil god.
This gave him a strange feeling of entering a religious place such as a church to pray for divine blessings.
More than ten seconds passed without any response. Obviously, this "Slytherin god” did not hear his prayer.
Perhaps the “god” sensed that he wasn't as devout, or perhaps it was because he did not praise him like Riddle did.
Seeing this situation, Riddle, standing in front of Evan, became obviously smug.
Evan ignored the guy. He had triggered this magic with the eyeball monster before. According to Riddle, as long as the remaining will of Slytherin could feel his thoughts, he would know that he wanted to destroy that terrible monster.
He struggled to recall the feeling from back then, the terrifying eyeball monster incessantly talking to him, wanting to devour him...
The ground was shaking, a large number of cracks appeared on the rock walls, the sky seemed to collapse and the surrounding murals shattered and fell off.
A thunderous roar echoed from the deepest depths of the earth, the elongated pupils split, and a huge eyeball split open in the middle.
Like the most ferocious monster, it exuded a terrifying aura, with two huge eyeballs between which rows of long, sharp fangs grew from the split, followed by a dense array of spikes, and then inward, dark purple folds, mucous membranes, and endless darkness.
There was no end to the deep darkness, and one could only get lost in it eventually.
The eyeballs swayed, detaching from the ceiling's rocky walls and falling down.
They floated in mid-air, opened their bloody mouths, and flew towards Evan, who had lost all resistance.
Evan tried hard to recall this feeling and further associate it with the terrifying evil god's body he had just seen.
That twisted and massive body, a conglomerate of the most fearsome monster corpses piled up, approached him with unimaginable strength.
In front of the terrifying evil god's body, human beings were undoubtedly insignificant, and no matter how powerful they were, it would be useless.
Evan didn't know how to resist. Faced with this monstrous being beyond understanding and common sense, any spell was futile.
Closing his eyes and awaiting death might be the only choice, but he was unwilling to do so. He wanted to resist.
Resist!
To approach whatever he could to defeat the opponent, for the sake of protecting everything he held dear.
Suddenly, magic power poured out from Evan’s entire body, flowing up from his right hand to the locket.
The emerald embedded in Slytherin’s locket gave off a strong light, and the surrounding inscriptions began to glow with a faint golden hue.
Against such a color, the emblem of the Slytherin family looked like a snake that had come to life.
It detached from the locket, slowly floated up, and hovered in front of Evan’s chest.
"It worked!" said Riddle almost ecstatically. "The great Salazar Slytherin!"
The statue shook slightly and gradually glowed with a white halo.
The magic particles floating in the air quickly gathered and were reabsorbed by the magic within the statue.
They were like schools of fish migrating in the deep blue sea, rapidly swirling downward, drawing in all the magic energy in the space.
Silvery white, light green and golden red light orbs gathered around Slytherin's statue and Evan, and merged with the green light mist emitted by the locket. They gradually converged and formed Salazar Slytherin's own shadow in front of Evan.
The outline of the shadow was not clear, and the light was distorted, making his features indistinguishable.
Evan had no intention of seeing Slytherin now. He felt like he was about to burst from the overwhelming magic!
Just a moment ago, the influx of magic had filled him to the brim, with an unusually intense sensation of collision; now, with more and more magic inside and around his body, this sensation grew even stronger, reaching the limit of what Evan’s body could handle.
Just a little more, and Evan would be squeezed to bursting by the magic power, like a balloon.
But the magic power accumulated for a thousand years was still flowing in continuously, far beyond imagination and control.
With a loud bang, Evan heard a sound similar to a balloon explosion coming from within his body...
Something seemed to have burst open, and Evan was not sure if it was his body.
