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Chapter 768: An Absurd Dream
🕑 Added 2023-05-09 08:20:43 +0000 UTCIn mythology, the Cyclops was a horrible creature comparable to ancient gods.
It had strong power to control the magic of Thunder and Lightning, but the most terrible thing was that eye. The eyes of different Cyclopes had different powers, such as cursing, insight, copying magic, foreseeing danger and even creating illusions, and so on.
The single eye was their symbol, a byword for fear, and represented the dark ages that were ruled by Cyclopes thousands of years ago.
If this Cyclops woke up, the whole world would tremble at his feet.
Evan’s consciousness was floating above the red magma, quietly looking at the huge monster below.
Was this the same Cyclops that had fought Gryffindor?!!
He looked really powerful. Even though the senses of the naked eye alone were not able to recognize how powerful he was, simply his size was frightening.
The so-called giants like Karkus and Golgomath were only little dwarfs in front of him, fragile, small and vulnerable, just like an average person compared to the strongest giant.
As for humans, in the eyes of the Cyclops, they were just bigger ants that would be accidentally trampled to death.
Evan remembered Ravenclaw in her memory saying that even the ancient warlocks did not dare to provoke the Cyclops for no good reason.
He looked away from the dreaded Cyclops, and stopped looking at the boiling magma below.
Evan noticed thirteen protruding semi-circular stone platforms at the edge of the rock core, on which stood weird wizards in black robes.
Their heads were shrouded in the shadow of hoods, and he could not see their faces clearly. They were waving their wands and chanting spells quickly. Magical energy emanated from the wizards, and complex magical lines gradually appeared.
There was a black oval gem on the rock wall behind them, surrounded by complex dark green magical lines.
The hexagonal pattern and the mysterious magic pattern were intertwined, and the deep ancient font slowly condensed.
It was slow, but it was progressing.
They converged little by little towards the center of the magma, like vines crawling all over the walls.
Magic continued, the magma below was churning frantically, and an unimaginable mysterious force was brewing.
This ongoing ritual, and the magic that the Dark wizards read, gave Evan a sense of uneasiness.
The Cyclops in the magma did not die, he just fell into a deep sleep to regain his strength, and these Dark wizards were trying to wake him up!
Did these guys know what they were doing? This was absolute madness, just as mad as summoning an evil god would be.
Evan wanted to go over and stop them, but now he was just mere consciousness and couldn't do it.
It was hard to say if everything happening here was real. He gradually calmed down. The scene he saw might be just a dream, an absurd dream.
What benefits could these Dark wizards get by waking up a Cyclops?!!
If the monster would wake up, these men would be his first feast!
But this dream felt too real, and the world would never run out of such irrational lunatics.
Evan didn't know how long he had been like that, and then he noticed a teenager with a translucent body smiling at him.
He blinked and realized that it was Gryffindor, a teenage Gryffindor, about seventeen years old.
Gryffindor's smile never left his mouth, his face a little blushing.
There was no scar on his eye; his eyes were smart, matching with his short red hair. He was young and handsome, and his body was full of infinite vitality.
He didn't speak, but just waved to Evan, and the silver scabbard appeared in his hand.
He was not a memory or a Horcrux now, but a thought left on the scabbard, unable to recognize Evan.
Gryffindor handed the scabbard to Evan. As soon as Evan took it, a message came to his mind. From this information, Evan knew the ins and outs of the matter.
Stimulated by the power of the Philosopher's Stone, the thought of Gryffindor left on the scabbard noticed Evan.
It showed him the Cyclops's power and the scene in front of him, hoping he could stop the ongoing evil ceremony.
It did not know the specific purpose of the ritual, but it must not be allowed to continue, that would lead to the worst imaginable results.
The Gryffindor in front of Evan was not real, but the thought that his power left behind, imitating the look of its former master. It had noticed the power of the Philosopher’s Stone used by Evan. The magic in the Stone and the power on the scabbard were compatible.
It thought Evan was the heir of Gryffindor, hoping he could stop it all.
As incredible as this was, Evan couldn't communicate with Gryffindor through this mere image.
After passing this much information over to Evan, the silver scabbard turned into a ray of light and slowly disappeared.
To learn more, he must have the real scabbard in his hands, so that he could communicate with Gryffindor’s thoughts, know what the ongoing Dark magic was, and why those Dark wizards were trying to wake up the Cyclops in the core of the earth.
The red light and hot temperatures gradually dissipated, and the surroundings became a mass of darkness in which Evan was floating slowly.
His tiredness resurfaced, and this time, he really fell asleep!
Evan heard someone calling his name in his sleep, sounding like Sirius.
When he woke up, Sirius told him that because of his powerful strength, they had formed an alliance with the giants. As a basic condition for the alliance, both Karkus and Golgomath proposed to Evan: “Marry my daughter!” both said at the same time. And just like that, Evan was to marry two coquettish cute giantesses...
It was normal for giants to breed with powerful wizards.
Evan did not agree. He did not need a giantess in his life, let alone two. But nobody listened to him, and all the faces showed exaggerated wicked smiles.
Evan objected, but he was dragged out from his bed by giants, and undressed by them as they rudely led and flung him into a large bed made out of rock, the one used by Karkus and his wife.
Evan struggled, but couldn't make a sound, when he saw the two young giantesses approaching him.
They were the daughters of Karkus and Golgomath, one of whom was about the same age as Evan and the other was about five years old.
Yet despite their young age, they looked larger and more developed to Evan than human adult women.
The older one was twice as tall as Evan; the younger one was also much taller than him; it was frightening…
They climbed to bed, and Evan gasped, watching the two giantesses gradually merge into one before him, turning into a horrible Cyclops that rode him!
Their weight was getting heavier and heavier, the pressure was increasing and Evan was ruthlessly crushed into a meatloaf in an instant.
He opened his eyes sharply, and by the time he saw the light again, he had woken up.
At this moment, he was lying on a bed inside a cave.
Evan gasped, feeling that the pictures around him coincided with his dreams...
