Thinking of this.
Ian hurriedly wiped his hand on rlin’s robe, then pulled an umbrella out of his Money Bag. He continued following rlin forward.
The black-and-white tones were gradually being stained with other colors, but rlin in his soul state was still translucent white.
"Hm?" Ian was still watching the Dentors under the bridge, pondering whether New Azkaban was feasible, when he suddenly bumped straight into rlin’s back.
Turned out rlin had stopped dead in his tracks.
"What’s wrong?"
Ian looked up and followed rlin’s gaze. At the end of the bridge, in a pitch‑black void, there stood a palace floating in midair.
The palace was vast and magnificent; huge stone pillars and spires lood in the darkness like a slumbering behemoth. Shadows wreathed the palace like storm clouds.
The shadows sotis condensed, sotis dispersed, oppressive and heavy. Not only that, in front of the palace, through the gaps in the shadows, a throne could be faintly seen.
On it seed to sit a humanoid figure, but most of it was shrouded by shadow.
"Is that divh?" Ian couldn’t help growing serious. He frowned slightly, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t see clearly, so he could only turn his head to look at rlin.
However.
rlin didn’t respond.
He just stared fixedly at the shadows in the sky.
"What’s wrong with you, Great Mage?" Ian noticed rlin’s face had gone paper‑white, fine beads of sweat seeping out on his forehead, his eyes filled with an unprecedented gravity.
The sight made a flicker of unease and anxiety rise in the Little Wizard’s heart as well.
"What is that?"
Ian judged that rlin was definitely scared.
"Gulp~"
There was even the sound of rlin swallowing coming from his mouth.
"Your guess just now was right, divh really did leave a surprise for intruders, but this surprise is not the sort of endless chain of traps we originally imagined."
"I think I already know why we’ve been able to walk all the way here unimpeded... this place simply doesn’t need any other defensive asures!" rlin’s voice was hoarse and trembling.
"What do you an!?"
Ian couldn’t help swallowing as well and looked up at the majestic palace again. As he watched, with their arrival, the shadows encircling the palace began to churn violently.
The figure on the throne slowly opened its eyes.
"The Gravekeeper?"
Ian raised his Magic Wand.
But rlin’s hand was trembling.
"No, not a Gravekeeper, but... a god!"
rlin was doing his utmost to calm himself down.
He had never imagined divh would leave a tomb guardian in such a way. The body of a god, enslaved as a gravekeeper—this was far, far beyond his imagination.
At this mont.
The awakened figure rolled its neck and leaned its body forward. Its lifeless face erged from the shadows. It was a zombie‑like visage, skin shriveled, eye sockets sunken, yet in those hollow eyes burned a blood‑red light, like two blazing stars, filled with a tangible oppressive force that made one’s blood run cold.
"divh! He actually enslaved the corpse of a dead god!" rlin looked up at the towering existence in the shadows, then turned to glance at Ian beside him, who already had his Magic Wand aid at the sky.
"What god is it?" Ian gripped his Magic Wand with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force—not from fear, but because his emotions were surging too violently inside.
In the future, I’m this badass?
"The War God, Ares."
rlin tried his best to steady his mind.
However.
His voice drew the attention of the figure on the throne.
This Legendary Demigod imdiately felt a terrifying might descend on him like Mount Tai crashing down.
"We need to declare war on a god. Are you afraid?" rlin forced himself to weather the pressure, looking at Ian, his tone extrely grave and serious.
"Are you afraid?"
Ian shot the question back. He had thought rlin would laugh it off and then say sothing hot‑blooded, yelling about bonds and friendship and whatnot, before charging up first.
However.
Who could have guessed.
"If I wasn’t afraid, would I be asking you?"
rlin just spread his hands.
Utterly unlike a Great Mage, he gave the most honest, from‑the‑heart answer.
"????"
The Little Wizard was dumbfounded.
This was not the rlin from the biographies at all.
Just as he was about to start complaining—
"Those who et a god and do not bow, their ordained fate is already lost!"
The figure on the throne now spoke in a voice like a great bell, slowly standing up, his movents stiff and sluggish, yet every gesture still carried a terrifying majesty. The darkness around him seed to grow thicker with the ergence of this horrifying existence, and the shadows twisted madly as if they had co alive.
rlin instantly treated him as a mortal enemy; the Magic aura on his body surged wildly—he actually could still do Casting. Compared to rlin’s reaction, the Little Wizard’s entire body just jolted and went rigid for a mont.
The body of War God Ares spoke human words, but what he said left Ian completely confused.
"Our nas are on the Reincarnation Stele?"
He tested the waters with a question.
The ruined face of War God Ares imdiately turned to him. The brain in this dead body might not work very well; when he saw Ian, he first froze for a mont, and his expression gradually beca puzzled.
"This isn’t what we agreed on... divh."
After a long ti—
The towering figure sat back down again.
His eyes locked tightly onto Ian.
That voice that seed to pierce heaven and earth carried a weight no living thing should be able to bear—luckily, Ian and rlin were anything but ordinary, or they really might have had their souls scattered and destroyed on the spot.
"Agreed on what..."
Ian had just opened his mouth to ask.
When he felt the side of his face heat up.
Turned out rlin had already leapt eight feet away, staring at him with an expression of utter drama—this Wizard King’s gaze was also extrely off.
"What did he just call you?"
The Wizard King’s voice was trembling even more than before.
He had considered that Ian might be a descendant of divh, but... at this very mont, rlin felt a chill run down his spine, his scalp tingling like never before.
He couldn’t help but think more about it.
Putting together everything from before—
rlin had already realized a very terrifying possibility—as the saying goes, judging others by oneself, so... had he perhaps been set up and used in so grand "Kill‑the‑Wizard" sche?!
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