infodatos Chapter 249, Section 248: The God of Sorcery
Chapter 249, Section 248: The God of Sorcery
Chapter 249, Section 248: The God of Sorcery
Thick, inky fog filled the surroundings.
Strands of mist clung to the thick, eerie tree trunks, wriggling gently as if alive, exuding a damp, decaying aura. Deep within the misty forest, a pair of eyes glowed with an eerie green light, like two will-o'-the-wisps, flickering with a chilling intensity in the darkness.
"Who is it?"
The gaze from within the Black Forest didn't seem friendly, so the young wizard immediately drew his wand. The air seemed to freeze the moment their eyes met.
Ian could clearly sense the confusion in the other person's eyes.
"Who are you?"
He asked in a deep voice, his voice echoing through the silent forest. However, there was no answer. Those eyes simply continued to stare silently at Ian, as if trying to discern something.
"Foreign wizard," a hoarse voice rang out from the gleam in his eyes, yet it seemed to come from all directions at once, even echoing in the surrounding river.
The owner of the strange pentagonal eyes moved slowly forward, and the mist formed a vortex around her that enveloped her entire body, but Ian could sense that she was an old woman.
"You do not belong to the land of the dead."
She stared at Ian, puzzled, her eyes filled with contemplation.
"I was just passing by."
Ian kept his wand steady while subtly drawing a protective rune on the ground with his toe. "If this forest is your territory, then I'll..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
The old witch seemed to have weighed things out clearly.
"Just passing by?"
The old witch suddenly let out a chilling, shrill laugh, and the entire Black Forest came alive with it. The twisted trees opened their bark, revealing eyeballs hidden within the scars.
The hanging moss transformed into thousands of tiny, emerald-green snakes.
They all turned towards Ian.
"If you're just passing by, then you'll have to pay a toll, my dear... Mr. Little Legend." At that moment, the witch's voice seemed to have suddenly become fifty years younger.
It sounds as sweet as honey, and charmingly alluring.
She had actually recognized Ian as a legend, but even so, she didn't seem to want to avoid him. Instead, she seemed to want to take something from Ian.
It was at this moment that Ian sensed some changes in his surroundings.
It seems I can't use the Apparition spell anymore.
This is clearly the work of the old witch.
"Here we go!"
The old witch was getting restless.
Ian's protective runes glowed golden at the last moment, blocking a series of bone spikes that suddenly shot out from the ground. He swiftly leaped backward, his wand tracing a graceful arc in the air.
"A Journey of Blazing Flames!"
A dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the tip of Ian's wand.
The light was as intense as the sun, instantly illuminating the entire Black Forest. Then, countless flames erupted from the staff, roaring past like a raging tsunami.
They swept towards the witch hidden in the thick fog.
Flames churned and twisted in the air, forming a gigantic fire dragon. Roaring, the dragon swept past, turning blue in the instant, and hurtled towards the old witch with destructive power.
"Oh, what delightful magic!"
The old witch was like an ant in front of the fire dragon, but she did not panic at all. Instead, she chuckled and raised her hands.
Her fingers danced like puppeteers, and with strange rhythms, Ian's magic was twisted and deformed, and the sky-covering fire dragon was instantly twisted into thousands of black butterflies.
Under the control of the old witch.
Suddenly, the butterflies changed direction and swarmed towards Ian in a blinding rush. Their wings looked incredibly agile, yet shimmered with a razor-sharp luster.
"Is reality being distorted by cognition?"
Ian's pupils contracted. He had already mastered such methods from the wicked teacher Morgan, but he had only recently become a legend and had not yet had the opportunity to study them in depth.
did not expect.
Now we'll see a similar tactic again with the Dark Witch on this new map. Sure enough, if the opponent dares to attack a Legendary character, they must be quite skilled.
I just don't know who this old witch was in history.
"The forbidden spell has ended!"
Ian waved his wand, and the spell, which originated from his own creation but was derived from the "End of All Curses," was instantly released, and countless butterflies turned into smoke in an instant.
"what?"
For the first time, the old witch showed a surprised expression.
"That's impressive."
The mist surrounding her dissipated under Ian's magic, revealing her withered face.
She was indeed an evil, villainous old witch, her skin wrinkled like a dried-up riverbed, but this seemingly frail old woman possessed extremely powerful strength.
Her deep-set, eerie green eyes gleamed with a mad and eerie light.
"I didn't mean to trespass on your territory." Ian kept wondering why the illusionary realm had brought him here, and what kind of person this old witch was.
His renewed show of weakness did not win the old witch's favor.
"My dear, you still don't understand. Whether you break in or not is not important to me." The old witch raised her hand and touched her cheek, which was exposed to the gaze of others.
She seemed to be getting used to the process.
"Then what is truly important?"
While secretly channeling his magic, Ian feigned curiosity and asked a question.
"Of course, it's because I can use your body to return to the human world again...that's the most important thing!" The old witch revealed her true intentions with complete confidence, so she didn't hide them.
"I see, then this is a deadly feud."
Ian suddenly realized.
"Yes, that's right, child. I will make good use of your body, and you will stay here in my place." The old witch's withered fingers trembled a few times in the air.
immediately.
Suddenly, the ground of the entire forest began to undulate—black soil rose up, forming dozens of humanoid clay figures that looked exactly like Ian, each perfectly replicating his staff-holding posture.
"interesting."
Ian licked his suddenly chapped lips, feeling the magic coursing through his veins. Aside from Merlin, he had never felt such pressure from any other wizard.
Ok.
Haierbo doesn't count.
Helbo was no longer a wizard at that time.
"Can you replicate my magic?"
Ian looked at the clay-sculpted dolls.
next moment.
The old witch answered with her actions; she tapped her fingers as if playing a piano, and the clay figures simultaneously raised their wands, casting spells in unison.
Dozens of beams of different colors intertwined to form a net, sealing off all of Ian's escape routes. These spells were real—the witch could actually make the clay replicas cast genuine magic by distorting perception.
"That's really interesting."
A hint of surprise flashed in Ian's eyes.
but.
That's all.
"Unfortunately, they don't have my magic power, nor the magic I possess!" Ian's entire body surged with magic power, and an immense pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, suddenly appeared.
Almost all the spells aimed at him stopped in mid-air at the same time.
as if.
It has been frozen.
"What kind of magic is this?"
The old witch's wrinkled face showed a mixture of astonishment and confusion. Logically, the puppet she summoned should have been able to unleash all the magic Ian possessed.
however.
But things didn't go as she predicted.
"Time magic?"
The old witch was filled with doubt and suspicion; this magic was beyond her comprehension.
"It is fate, madam."
Ian maintained the politeness that Dumbledore had taught him as much as possible.
"Not everyone is like me, with such amazing comprehension. Perhaps this is my unique magic. Unfortunately, your dolls can't replicate it."
Ian waved his wand gently, as if plucking the strings of fate, and all the magic that was originally aimed at him turned around and bombarded the old witch.
only.
The old witch did not move.
All the magic turned into black butterflies as it approached her.
"Since we're mortal enemies, then don't blame me." Ian wasn't surprised. Instead, he quickly raised his wand, channeled his magic, and used forbidden magic on this land of the dead.
"Fel energy erupts!"
A dark green beam of light shot into the sky.
It resembled a mushroom cloud after a nuclear explosion.
It continued to expand in all directions, and wherever it passed, even space and time withered away. After all, this was a terrifying magic that could kill the witch Morgan.
Wherever it goes.
Even inanimate objects must come to an end. It is not merely a death curse, but an anchor of fate, an inevitable end that nothing can avoid.
Everything around was stained with the green that symbolized death, and countless twisted trees, as if they had come alive, perished with mournful cries, leaving not even the slightest trace behind.
soul.
I can die again.
And that.
It will be nothingness, nothing at all.
"Hiss, what terrifying magic."
The old witch sensed the power contained within the magic, and she was clearly startled. However, she only uttered a surprised exclamation.
"If I were still alive, such magic would be enough to kill me a thousand times, ten thousand times, but... this is a dreamlike illusion." The old witch laughed very happily.
"In this land, knowledge is superior to magic."
Some familiar theories came from the old, ugly witch's mouth, which startled Ian. Just then, the old witch unexpectedly walked towards the whistling green.
A green wave, like a tsunami, surged in, but the old witch simply closed her eyes with confidence and composure. She chose to believe in the truth she held dear, and began to distort reality.
then.
next moment.
As her foot fell, all the power that had once represented death and despair flowed to her feet, converging into an irresistible torrent as if drawn by an invisible force. However, this power did not bring death; instead, it miraculously transformed beneath her feet into a vibrant, multicolored meadow.
Vibrant and dazzling. Flowers bloom in profusion on the grass, their colors vibrant and their fragrance intoxicating, creating a striking contrast to the once lifeless surroundings.
"Look, your struggles are futile, a new legend is born." The old witch's voice was clear and melodious, and somehow she had transformed into a beautiful woman.
Luxurious and elegant, with an extraordinary temperament.
"Why not just obey me?"
The witch crouched down, gently plucked a blooming flower, and held it to her nose to inhale its fragrance. The aroma seemed to penetrate her soul, evoking countless beautiful memories.
"It's been many years since I've seen such vitality." The old witch, now transformed into a mature woman, spoke softly and with deep emotion, her peculiar eyes filled with slow reminiscence.
"Fine, you win."
Ian sighed.
"So, you're not going to resist anymore?"
The beautiful old witch smiled broadly.
"No."
Ian shook his head.
Under the astonished gaze of the old witch.
"Indeed, cognition trumps magic, I don't disagree with that, but... I have seen a power that trumps cognition," the young wizard said softly.
"Oh?"
The old witch's curiosity was immediately piqued.
"What is that?"
She wasn't in a hurry, but instead asked the question as if it were a casual conversation.
"Protect the Gods!"
Ian immediately cast a spell, and countless silver threads appeared, beginning to outline the girl's figure.
"Ha, I thought it was something else, that you meant the power of hope?" The old witch shook her head in disappointment, as if she was quite dismissive of Ian's magical response.
"No, no, no."
Before Ariana even fully formed, Ian immediately slipped a ring into her hand. "Quick! Call Pendro to fight the monster!"
Done.
Before the bewildered Ariana could react, she was left speechless.
The little wizard then canceled the spell.
Ariana returned to her original town along with the Guardian Ring he had given her.
"You'll see soon enough." Ian calmed himself down, thinking that he couldn't bear the weight of King Arthur in the real world, but he should be fine in this dreamlike illusion.
If all else fails...
Let's go with Morgan.
Ian wasn't worried, thinking that Ms. Morgan would definitely come over; she loved him the most. In fact, he had some other trump cards up his sleeve.
such as.
Animagus form.
"Procrastination is not a good habit."
The old witch gave a cold laugh, a hint of impatience flashing across her mature, sophisticated face. She raised her hand, as if to strike.
however.
Just as the little wizard became alert.
"No!"
The witch's expression suddenly froze.
A flicker of fear suddenly flashed in her eyes, which were adorned with pentagonal patterns.
immediately.
I was filled with fear again.
It was like seeing something more terrifying than death.
"I didn't leave the Black Forest! I didn't break any rules!" the witch screamed. Then, before Ian could react, she whirled around, and her vine cloak unfurled with a "whoosh" into bat-like wings.
It happened almost in the blink of an eye.
The witch then pounced into the depths of the forest with incredible speed.
"What the hell?"
Ian had no idea what the other person had seen. He turned his head in utter confusion and saw that the black forest he had destroyed was frantically regenerating.
And in this scene of "everything growing".
A woman wearing a crown is walking gracefully towards us.
Elegant, sacred.
(End of this chapter)