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Chapter 1116: Complete Magic
🕑 Added 2024-05-16 14:00:04 +0000 UTCThese dotted lines represented the process of separation of the soul from the body.
In evil black magic, human souls could be sacrificed or offered as offerings to demons.
Alternatively, the soul could be split and made into Horcruxes, which already exceeded more than half of the evilness in its significance.
But Herpo the Foul was obviously not satisfied with this. His main purpose of collecting souls was to use them as energy.
Using souls as energy, he transformed himself into an evil god.
This was the first step. After collecting all the souls, the next step was to begin the transformation of the body, for which preparation and materials were needed. These materials were the corpses of various creatures, including powerful fire dragons, unicorns, and chimaeras, as well as goblins, house-elves, centaurs, and many extinct ancient species.
From weak to strong, any species you could think of or see in books were included.
Every creature had its most perfect parts, and Herpo the Foul intended to combine them together... such as the heart of the fire dragon, the blood of the unicorn, the claws of the Chimaera, and so on.
The feeling of removing the most perfectly developed and evolved parts of each creature and putting them on one's own body... Imagine that scene, countless corpses being decomposed and reassembled.
The body pieced together like this was definitely a terrifying monster, but its perfection and power were unquestionable.
Next, the mural began to detail how to handle the corpses of different creatures, and how to dissect and dismantle the required parts with the most appropriate means. Only through countless dissections of corpses could one gain this cruel knowledge and experience.
Many people could kill a creature, but a true Dark wizard could obtain the required materials from the corpse.
These murals were too cruel. After just a few glimpses, Elaine closed her eyes and did not dare to look at them anymore.
She held Evan's right arm tightly, following him cautiously.
Hermione also held Evan’s left hand. Although she didn't close her eyes, her palms were full of sweat.
Faced with these terrifying murals, not to mention young wizards like them, even evil Dark wizards coming here would panic and marvel at how a person or magic could be so evil to this extent.
"Let's go," said Evan. "There's no need to read on, we're not planning to use this magic."
"Mm-hmm," Hermione nodded, feeling the heaviness of her breath. "I've never seen such dark magic before. No, I haven't even thought about it. How could this Herpo the Foul be so crazy and evil to invent this magic?"
"After all, he’s the most powerful and influential dark wizard known to date, the last ancient warlock, the founder of the modern Dark Arts," said Evan, noticing Hermione's expression. "Well, if you ask me, his mind must be abnormal. Look at the other two things we know he’d invented. How would a normal person think of splitting his soul to make a Horcrux, or use a magic chicken egg and hatch it beneath a toad to create the Basilisk?"
Not to mention normal people, even mentally unstable wizards probably couldn't come up with such absurd ideas.
To become a dark wizard like Voldemort, just cruelty and enough power were needed. But to become a dark wizard like Herpo the Foul, in addition to being powerful, you also needed to have enough imagination.
At least in Evan’s opinion, this incredible black magic was difficult to create.
The mural was coming to an end, and this was a part that Evan had not seen before.
The pyramid appeared again, and Herpo the Foul stood at the top of the altar, holding something like a scepter high above, and the collected human souls rotating slowly in mid-air, forming a circular vortex, shimmering with silver light.
When Evan’s eyes moved there, the vortex seemed to really spin, getting faster and faster.
In the vortex, the souls were wailing, roaring, twisting, and screaming...
You could feel their pain and resentment, but it was futile. Under the control of Herpo the Foul, the souls were slowly focused in front of the altar into a circular object, which seemed to be a chrysalis, with countless souls rotating around it.
Thump, thump, the chrysalis began to pulsate, like a heartbeat thumping.
In the final scene, Herpo was gone, leaving only the chrysalis at the top of the pyramid altar.
Next to it, there was a row of small characters:
Between reality and illusion, the immortal being is about to be born.
The sun will eventually set, the holy light will go out, only darkness and slumber will last forever.
Only by giving up your life can you enter slumber and learn the serene secrets amidst the illusions.
In your slumber, tormented souls scream silently as they surround you and hold you tightly.
You feel cold and lonely, despair and madness linger and spread, and you will all be alone in the end.
That great being is standing behind you, do not move, do not breathe.
Embrace it with open arms, devote your soul to it, and in the end, you will be equally immortal.
"What do these words mean?" Hermione looked at the words on the last mural. "It doesn't look like a spell."
"Maybe it's a reminder to complete the last step of this magic" said Evan thoughtfully. "It seems that before becoming a terrifying evil god, you have to abandon life, dedicate your soul to enter a strange space, and then become immortal."
"That's crazy!"
"Indeed, but that's what Voldemort needs to worry about. What we need to consider is how to destroy him," said Evan.
Only by giving up your life and dedicating your soul could you complete the final fusion.
If the last recorded spell was effective, it could help souls like Riddle’s obtain entities.
The three people quickened their pace. After the murals ended, the corridor extended into a room. The walls of this room were also covered with colorful murals, but this time the protagonist was Salazar Slytherin himself.
On the mural, Slytherin was fighting the terrible evil god, using a lot of wonderful magic.
Seeing this familiar scene, Evan's first reaction was to look up.
The eyeball monster had been entrenched on the ceiling before, attacking Evan mentally; leaving him with lingering fear. Fortunately, the eyeball monster had no physical attack power.
Evan raised his head and breathed a heavy sigh of relief, there was nothing above.
"What's wrong?" Hermione looked at him strangely.
"Nothing!" Evan shook his head and calmed his breathing. "We're almost there, we..."
Before he could finish speaking, Elaine suddenly fell down beside him.
