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Chapter 804: The Lost City
🕑 Added 2023-06-24 07:05:43 +0000 UTC"What is this power that has arisen?" The Harbinger of Doom raised his head in dismay.
The wand in his hand came to a halt, the ongoing summoning ceremony was going out of control, and the magic became chaotic...
He felt a sudden flash of strange power, old and powerful, but familiar.
He had felt this power more than once in the ruins of the whirlpool of Charybdis. This was the power of the ancient deity, the power that the Raven’s claws had been pursuing, and the gift left to them By Madam Rowena Ravenclaw.
Although he did not understand the nature of this power, the Harbinger of Doom had always believed that it could help him escape death, conquer the world, create a new future, and even summon the Master from the void, so that the real immortal existence could come.
This was what he had always hoped for. After listening to the Master's teachings, he joined Raven's claw and willingly gave up his human identity...
Before that, he was just an ordinary pure-blood wizard, all day long thinking about inheriting the family, restoring his ancestors’ glory and other stupid and meaningless things, but after joining Raven’s Claw, he got a new life and had a greater cause.
"Apocalypse Day is coming, and the world will be reborn in destruction as I am."
The Master revered by the Harbinger of Doom wanted this power. For this reason, Raven's Claw had been planning nearby for more than five decades.
Finally, they found a glimmer of hope in the darkness, and it would be up to him to accomplish this feat.
"Ha ha ha, have we succeeded?!" He gave a burst of excited laughter, which came to an abrupt end.
He felt that the situation was a bit off, his summoning ritual was not completed, and the sudden flash of power was not benevolent.
Above him, a blue light flashed over the dark ruins of the undersea city, followed by another.
The light rippled like waves, accompanied by flashes, as the seawater churned violently, and the blue light flickered faster and faster.
BROOM, BROOM, BROOM. … There was an endless stream of tremendous vibrations coming from the depths of the earth...
The souls of the undead, who had been slowly being drawn and floating, suddenly accelerated, waving, and speeding up toward the abyss.
This was highly strange, extremely abnormal!
The ongoing Dark ritual was their bane, which would transform them into pure energy. The undead should have evaded it, bit by bit, like prey falling into a spider web, slowly being nibbled away, rather than actively approaching.
Furthermore, the Harbinger realized that they were not approaching willingly, but were being forcefully drawn and gathered rapidly.
Centering on the black abyss in front of him, a huge whirlpool was slowly forming, and the time and space here became chaotic and disorderly.
Slowly, the power he had just sensed appeared in the center of the whirlpool, beside him.
Although still faint, it was really gathering around him.
Bang, Bang, Bang...
There was a succession of crisp sounds. The energy stones that gathered the power of the Cyclops suddenly shattered, one after another...
This newly born power essentially suppressed the power of the Cyclops. The Harbinger of Doom gasped violently. He felt that his once proud magic had failed him, and the wand in his hand seemed like a ridiculous stick.
"NO, what kind of power is this?" He cried in horror, waving his wand hard. "Tell me, who are you?! WHO ARE YOU?!"
But no one answered him, and nervous pressure was building up.
Trembling, the Harbinger of Doom hurriedly raised his head to look at the powerful presence that was descending above him, hoping that it would turn things around.
Yet what he saw mirrored his own panic, or even surpassed it. The powerful creature, lacking a physical body, was mercilessly torn apart by the gradually forming whirlpool. Countless souls of the undead tightly encircled it.
One after another, the souls began to shine, and the blue light was quickly transformed into energy.
The blue radiance was getting clearer and clearer, and the Harbinger of Doom seemed to see a ticking dial on which the hands were spinning rapidly.
"The lost time … it is the magic of the Ionian wizard again!" It made a shrill voice, "No, it's the power of that accursed Titan. Restrain me again, and you won't … I will never go back. No … stop, fool. Darkness will finally envelop this world one day!"
The Harbinger of Doom gasped for breath as the voice of the mighty being gradually faded, getting weaker and weaker.
"This terrible power is time, the magic of time!" He suddenly understood!
The next second, he immediately turned around to run away. Although he did not know what had happened, he was not a fool. The summoning ritual he had led had already failed, and it was dangerous to stay here.
But he had just taken two steps and found that his body was floating uncontrollably and was involved into the whirlpool like those undead.
The hood on the Harbinger's head unraveled. If Evan were here, he could have seen a shocking visage beneath the white hair—a pallid face devoid of life, not belonging to the living at all...
The Dark wizard Evan had seen in the depths of the rock core had changed completely. He dedicated all to his master and became a creature of shadows.
While the Harbinger of Doom was being drawn into the whirlpool, the huge whirlpool suddenly changed, and the waves rushing around became jagged, and then condensed into a ball, and an open gap illusion slowly emerged from the endless dark abyss below.
In the blink of an eye, everything was devoured, lost in the whirlpool of time, disappearing without a trace.
In the darkness, only the ruins of the city stood quietly there, even more desolate without those undead.
This place was doomed to be forgotten by the world. The history of the magical city of Ionia had been suspended and completely withdrawn from the stage of history.
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When Evan returned to the lighthouse, Sirius was waiting there.
Evan didn't know what had happened to the Harbinger of Doom and the monster he’d been summoning, but since Cronos had promised, he was not worried.
After meeting with Cronos, this trip to Italy was coming to an end. All that remained was to persuade the giants and deal with the Death Eaters.
In the face of strong power, these troubles were insignificant and easy to solve.
Evan was ready to infuse the power of the Cyclops he had gained into Grawp and help him unify the giants’ tribe.
As long as the other strong giants were down, he could become the new Gurg and lead the giants’ tribe. Even if a giant disobeyed him, it would only be resolved through combat, but which giant could beat Grawp with the Cyclops’s blood, derived from the compaction of the blood race?
