Chapter 364: The Descending Evil God

Immediately after the Stun Spell I used the Conjunctivitis Curse. After a brief dizziness, the dragon had a deep pain in his eyes. He closed his eyes and tried to turn his body to relieve the pain.

But no, he had no strength.

The dragon roared reluctantly. Its massive body, weighing several tons, fell to the ground, crushing the flagstones on the floor and spewing mushroom-like flames from its mouth.

Dark green scales glowed, and the entire Temple of the Moon trembled.

Although Ivan's magical power was beyond the imagination of ordinary people, the dragon's powerful magical resistance rendered his magic instantly ineffective. He quickly flapped his broken wing, struggling to get up from the broken ground, and his inner anger grew even stronger.

It was absolutely unacceptable to be intercepted by two little ants.

"Attack its eyes; that's where the dragon's defense is weakest." Ivan shouted to Okegiga in front of him, who was rapidly falling from the air.

Okegiga shouted loudly and his heels landed heavily on the dragon's back, without any pause, ignoring the fact that his body was being scratched by the spikes on the dragon's body.

He ran forward over the sharp spiked armor of the dragon as if he was on a knife hill.

The centaur rushed forward, pointing his long spear at the right eye of the dragon that had just raised its body; he stabbed it fiercely and a large amount of dragon's blood gushed out.

Okegiga pressed forward with all his might, and then ran, his whole body was pressed with the spear in his hand, a great number of blood vessels protruded from his sturdy arms, and his blue veins swelled violently.

His long spear stabbed the dragon's right eye and penetrated through its body from the center.

The ferocious attack caused the dragon to roar again, louder than ever.

It shook its huge head furiously and wanted to throw the centaur away from its body. before its great power, Okegiga was like a lonely ship in a raging storm.

But he did not slacken his hand, gritted his teeth, did his best to hold the spear and thrust it hard, while the dragon's head swung violently in the air.

The strong Centaur Warrior could persist, but under the influence of such an impulse, Ivan, who was sitting on Okegiga, could not keep his balance at all.

Again, in an upward swing, he finally lost control and let go of the Centaur's back.

His body was thrown from above, below which was the fierce mouth of the dragon.

If he fell like that, he would be swallowed alive by the dragon or ground into a meat pie.

Ivan had no time to think about that fate, for the battle was raging.

He held his breath, waved his wand, drawing a complicated pattern in the air, and a white light as thick as the Stun Spell he had just used emerged from the end of his wand.

Like throwing a javelin, Ivan hurled the curse at the dragon's other eye.

¡¡¡¡BOOM!!!!

Under the impact of Ivan's curse, the dragon fell.

It also sent out a piercing roar, with a wail in its voice. Its wings and eyes had been severely damaged, and it had been forced back.

It was impossible for him to move forward, and his movements gradually slowed.

Okegiga seized the opportunity, gripped his long spear tightly, and forcefully poked out the yellow eye of the fire dragon. He gripped the long spear with both hands, pointing downward, bloodshot eyes pierced into the dragon's black scales, and slid straight down.

The dragon cried, both eye sockets bleeding out. Its gigantic gaping mouth could no longer even spew flames, and its massive body was collapsing, as if it was about to completely fall over at any moment.

This was definitely the bloodiest and most tragic dragon slaughter in history. A mighty dragon at the top of the food chain was dying by the hands of its supposed prey.

Throughout history, it was known that only the strongest wizards could conquer and slay the fire dragon, but this rule was destined to be broken today. A 12-year-old wizard and a centaur teamed up to accomplish this miracle that would astound the wizarding world.

Ivan fell from the sky, and Okegiga, who accomplished the feat of slaying the dragon, leapt to catch him.

The centaur's body was scarred and bloodied, and in some places even burned by the flames, not an inch of his body intact could be seen.

Before Ivan could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a large number of centaurs crawling to pray for the statue of the evil god on the deep platform in front of him, seemingly indifferent to the nearby battle.

As they moved, the blue and black clouds grew thicker and lower, spiraling to form a vortex, one that looked as if something was about to come out of it.

Above the huge statue, the philosopher's stone left behind by Gryffindor glowed red.

Magical ripples visible to the naked eye floated out of the Philosopher's Stone, forming a path of red light that slowly drifted downward and converged on the statue of the evil god.

The air pressure at the top of the temple dropped even lower, a precursor to a storm that was about to erupt. The ancient and powerful atmosphere was full of pressure. It was overwhelming, and everyone was gasping for breath.

"NO, their magic is about to succeed, we have to..." shouted Ivan.

Without hesitation, Okegiga rushed forward again, dragging his scarred body. Ivan cast several successive spells, hoping to prevent the summoning ceremony from continuing.

But the centaur gazers in front of him seemed to be all petrified. They did not evade the spells that attacked them, leaving Ivan and Okegiga to attack.

Their faces were expressionless and their eyes glowed with a crazy light.

Ivan's heart sank immediately, his feeling of unease grew stronger and stronger, and the scene in front of him was too strange. These centaurs had lost their way with this creature.

"You are late, Okegiga!" after being knocked down, an old centaur slowly said, "Prepare to surrender, the great existence has come..."

His voice just fell, and suddenly the huge statue of the evil god in front of him came to life.

Centered on the statue, a budding figure began to be created out of thin air.

A large amount of flesh and blood piled on top of the temple began to rise, and floated towards it; even the body of the dragon that had just been killed by Ivan and Okegiga was among them.

Ivan looked at the evil that was taking shape with surprise. It was like a gill enlarged countless times, or like a tree root with countless branches.

It floated slowly in the air, and much flesh and blood drifted towards it, gradually forming a huge, bulging mass of.... flesh.

The flesh was becoming covered with green, jagged, wrinkled skin that looked like the bark and scales of some strange creature.

The large mouth in the center, which was covered with green mucus, was filled with black fangs.

In addition, there were many other mouths around its body, all of different shapes.

Higher up, two disproportionate eyes were at most at the edges of the black flesh. Red eyes rolled inside and looked ahead in a sluggish manner.

Below, a myriad of extended tentacles, each with a fanged mouth, an eye or a leaf-like claw on the edge.