Chapter 427: The Dream of the Evil God

Ivan thought many times that he felt bad, but that word gained a new dimension when he was caught between the two most evil dark monsters.

He wanted to do something, even cast a simple spell.

But his arm was too heavy to lift.

He felt his magic, the Philosopher's Stone floating in front of his chest, and the light of the Philosopher's Stone on the nearby altar slowly merging together.

Thanks to the existence of the red mist around him, he did not die at the hands of the evil god and Voldemort.

"If only I could get that half of the Philosopher's Stone..." Looking at the half of the Philosopher's Stone on the altar, the thought came to Ivan's mind.

If he could melt the Philosopher's Stone, he could use his powerful magic to break the curse on his body, and then eliminate the evil god and Voldemort in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, he struggled to raise his wand and point it at the Philosopher's Stone on the altar.

The action that was normally very easy to complete, at this moment, Ivan felt it very difficult and needed a lot of time.

"Accio Philosopher's Stone!" he shouted, exhausting all his strength.

This was the Summoner Charm that could summon objects.

For a few seconds, Ivan looked hopefully at the Philosopher's Stone.

But it didn't even move. In the fierce confrontation between Voldemort and the evil god, all magical powers were lost and the magic did not work.

Under the torture of the curse, Ivan's weak magic could not summon the Philosopher's Stone.

In front of him, two monsters fought for the Philosopher's Stone in his chest. Powerful forces fought, clashed and exploded beside him, regardless of his life or death.

In the twisted vortex of magic, Ivan's consciousness grew weaker and weaker.

He could no longer use magic. His eyes rolled back in his head and his headache grew stronger and stronger.

Now, he could only hear the whispers of the evil god and the terrible roar of Voldemort.

Ivan knew it was all over. This was the end...

He was about to lose control, both physically and mentally.

Knowing who would be victorious, Voldemort or the evil god, had nothing to do with him.

In the blur, Ivan suddenly saw a figure appear in the Chamber of Secrets, in the focus of the battle between vampires and monsters, the silver hair at his waist gleaming.

It was Dumbledore!

He finally arrived, and Ivan was delighted and sobered up a bit.

Dumbledore's blue eyes glowed with an icy, heartbreaking light.

Ivan had never seen him like that, never seen so much anger in his eyes, and they were never so cold!

Dumbledore looked around and raised his wand high.

The white magical light centered on him quickly spread outward, like ripples on water, dispelling Voldemort's monstrous black flames and the evil god's evil whispers.

With Dumbledore's intervention, the evil god and Voldemort concentrated their scattered forces around Ivan and the nearby altar, and fought with all their might.

The two monsters seem determined to resolve everything quickly.

In the turbulence of magic, Ivan felt his soul leave his body.

He drifted up the thick rocks floating above the remains of the centaurs.

There, once again, he saw the exquisite city of the centaurs, and the beautiful place that only appeared in his dream, right beneath his feet.

The battle between the evil god and Voldemort seemed to have taken place long ago!

Looking at the white clouds moving slowly beside him, Ivan wondered about the reason for his presence here.

But there was a blank space inside his head, and as he looked up at the sky, all he saw was gray....

"Is this the feeling of death?" he muttered to himself, looking at his weightless body. "Have I become a ghost... doomed to stay here forever?"

Dong, dong, dong, a loud drum suddenly sounded!

After the sudden sound, Ivan slowly went downwards. He saw many fallen centaurs gathering in front of a boat on the river.

In the world below, like a dry river, sand overtopped the land, flowing down the hill.

It ran straight through the centaur colony and extended deep into the Albanian forests.

Many of the ancestors of the fallen centaurs emerged from the ruins and gathered there. Like Ivan, they were all milky white, translucent bodies.

Following in the footsteps of the centaurs, Ivan also drifted.

It was a very large ship the ferry, which was shocking.

The hull was extremely long and narrow, longer than any other ship Ivan had ever seen.

It was exquisitely carved with complicated decorations, painted in purple and dark green, with a peculiar exotic style.

Ivan landed on the ferry and looked curiously at the large ship.

Above, a white toad-like monster was beating a drum, holding the bones of magical creatures in its hands.

Where the monster's head should be was a cluster of pink tentacles, with no eyes.

Ivan looked at the monster and didn't feel the least bit scared.

On the contrary, he had a kind of eccentric feeling.

At the sound of drums, a centaur who had already climbed up waved to him and beckoned him to follow.

They did not attack as expected, and seemed very friendly.

The state of the whole space was strange, obviously very abnormal, but there was a certain sense of peace everywhere, as if everything in the world was like that.

Ivan hesitated for a moment and followed it to the ship.

As he felt that something was attracting him, he was very curious about what was going on in front of him, and he wanted to see what was happening.

The big ship slowly sank and the centaurs stopped talking.

They surrounded Ivan tightly in the middle, and then he saw it clearly.

In front of his sailing, there was no longer the dense forest, but the horrible evil god that had just emerged.

The sky began to rain dark red raindrops.

It was like what he had seen in the illusion, wherever the rain fell, on the ground, in the river, on the trees, everywhere, many bloody bubbles began to appear.

This was followed by layers of green substances that looked disgusting.

They were like green moss or algae that suddenly grew several times larger, covering the spots, and strange plants that did not belong to the Earth began to emerge.

In the rain of deep red blood, they grew rapidly.

The snaky tentacles of the evil god were like the roots of a huge tree, and its huge mouth full of fangs and dripping blood was directed in the direction of the ship where Ivan was.

There must be a change of direction, and if he continued like this, he would eventually be swallowed by the evil god.

A cold wind blew and Ivan woke up.

In the blink of an eye, the strange sense of peace that surrounded him disappeared. He was surrounded by countless centaurs with faces as cold as the dead.

Not far away, the strange creature playing the drum was not as friendly as before.

Now it looked very strange, with many pink tentacles on its head, full of tiny fangs.

The souls of the fallen centaurs around it were quickly dissipating, being mercilessly devoured by it.