Time continued to shift and circulate. The black fog that he had initially assumed to be Silent, but only discovered after entering the water, as well as the main body of the black fog at the bottom of the lake, were constantly appearing and disappearing irregularly out of thin air, just like the wounds on his body.
Mathilda could not remember how many times he had been dragged into the Star Lake. When he woke up on the shore, these memories would be sealed. When he came into contact with the strange black fog, these memories would all return to his mind in an instant. This feeling gave him a splitting headache and made him a little crazy. However, all of this returned to normal after he was completely enveloped by the black fog at the bottom of the lake. After that, when he regained consciousness, he would wake up on the shore of the Star Lake and fall into the cycle again.
The memories of being continuously dragged into the lake made him understand that this was destined to be futile. However, he was still unwilling to give up. Once again appearing at the bottom of the lake, Mathilda's ten fingers dug into the mud in an attempt to slow down the speed of being dragged down. Following that, he suddenly saw a few familiar objects in the mud. Those were the idols and emblems of the centaur gods that he had placed in his tent. They had been washed down by the water and sunk into the mud. Furthermore, it seemed like just like him, those things were also duplicated into two, one of which was in his tent.
He noticed that the statue of the feathered serpent god Tzar Yatel's head was facing the sky. After being soaked in the lake water, the statue looked cleaner than before. Mathilda seemed to have grasped onto his last life-saving straw as he prayed to the feathered serpent.
"Gulp gulp."
The lake water poured into Mathilda's slightly opened mouth. He helplessly shut his mouth. Without any other choice, he could only hope that the gods could hear his inner prayers. But it was useless. Very soon, he was dragged down by Silent Shadow and was finally swallowed by the Star Lake …
The cycle repeated. Once again, Mathilda who was dragged down by Silent Shadow changed the target of his prayers to the "Smoke Mirror" Leopard God Tescatlipoka. But in the end, he was still drowned by the ice-cold lake water until his consciousness completely disappeared …
The third time she prayed, Mathilda, who had recovered her memory, had already given up on this useless prayer. She searched around, trying to find another way to break the cage of this cycle.
But among the debris washed down from his tent in the mud, a statue of a female deity stood out among the statues that were lying down or lying down. Because only her statue was standing upright in the mud.
Mathilda tried his best to widen his eyes and identify in the surging lake water. He glanced at the crystal ball in one hand and the coin with a smiling face in the other. Mathilda recognized this god, so he placed all his hopes on this god. He prayed desperately and sincerely in his heart, "Goddess of Luck Fowles, please take pity on my situation and bring me out of this predicament …"
Without any warning, the thick fog above the surface of the Star Lake seemed to have dispersed. The first tranquil and cold moonlight of the night shone on the statue of the goddess.
"God of Death, stay away from my believers."
An ethereal female voice like a song softly appeared in Mathilda's heart. The silver moonlight began to spread from the smiling face of the coin that had stopped spinning on the statue of the goddess. When such a gentle and powerful force touched the black fog, the space began to shake violently.
But Mathilda only felt that the black fog that had wrapped around him did not seem to have the intention to give in. It began to spread along his ankles to his body, wrapped him tighter and tighter, and dragged him to the bottom of the lake. He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the next reincarnation.
The process that Mathilda was familiar with did not happen. The lake water around him began to boil and began to jump rapidly, constantly overflowing and rolling, and finally dissipated between heaven and earth. He seemed to have heard the sound of shattering. He was startled and saw that the world in front of him was like a broken mirror image, flying and shattering in an instant. The whole world was like water waves, shaking, and the image of everything became illusory.
Mathilda's heart relaxed, the indescribable fear and indescribable terror from before had completely disappeared. He knew that he had returned to the real world. He found his breathing again, and gasped heavily for breath.
Waiting, the centaur chieftain saw his own clansmen trying to climb up from the shore of the Star Lake, and began to look around in fear like him. Obviously, the ones who had fallen deeply into the strange world were the entire centaur tribe.
The boiling fog had quickly dissipated. The clear sky, moonlight and the stars that had returned to their original position had already broken the previous confinement, and shone their bright radiance upon the centaur tribe, illuminating the world in front of the centaurs, shining on the centaurs' bodies.
Feeling this incomparably holy power, the rescued centaurs felt their originally anxious and restless emotions, as if under the comfort of this power, they suddenly became very calm. This energy wave that was different from pure magic made the centaurs understand that this was the blessing of the gods, which allowed them to break free from the illusion.
These centaurs faced the Star Lake that was filled with moonlight, lowered their heads, and sincerely prayed to the gods that had saved them.
The messy prayers made the centaurs who were praying feel very guilty. Their hearts were like boiling water in a pot. Shame struck their souls, making them unable to calm down. Unlike Mathilda, many of them didn't know which of the gods they believed in was the protector of the centaur tribe who displayed this divine power.
Just when this centaur chieftain was about to berate his clansmen, the Star Lake's surface shone with a bright silver light. At the place where the light shone, a hazy and indistinct figure floated on the surface of the Star Lake.
At this moment, what could be clearly seen was a pair of female eyes that were emitting moonlight like patterns. The breathtaking light silver pupils were surrounded by seven silver four-leaf clovers.
Under the pressure of the deity, the centaurs were filled with fear. They stood there in a daze, almost forgetting to breathe. They couldn't speak, and their bodies didn't have any strength. They stood there motionless like wood. Only when this breathtaking pair of eyes retracted its aura and blessed the lives that were illuminated by her radiance, did they regain the ability to command their actions.
The centaurs recognized the identity of the god in front of them. They all extended their front hooves, and bowed deeply with their heads lowered, expressing their respect to the goddess. Mathilda and his clansmen also started to pray to the goddess of luck, but his responsibility as a chieftain made him anxious and suspicious of what had happened to the centaurs. But in front of a true god, he didn't dare to overstep his boundaries and ask.
However, the goddess of luck seemed to have seen through his thoughts. Her ethereal voice came from the mark in the center of the lake, passing through the sparkling surface of the lake: "My followers, you have just been imprisoned by the god of death. For thousands of years, he has maintained a stance that will never change, and that is to drag all living things into death, turning all regions into his domain of death. And the battle between him and another true god, Ravenclaw, caused this god of death to set his sights on you, who are also part of the Hogwarts. "
"Stars above! Is it the god of death in the wizard fairy tale that has set his sights on us? "
"Why would the wizard's matters involve us …"
"Merciful goddess, we pray to you, please save your followers from the persecution of death."
The gentle voice of the goddess in the center of the lake sounded: "Do not hesitate, and hand yourself over to fate. Believe in your own luck, you are your own master, and I will lend you a helping hand. But if you do not have any set goals or direction, then you will soon fall into the embrace of Eris, and experience the 'mercy' of misfortune, which is to say, the lack of mercy. "
Mathilda who was a little confused by the goddess' words, for the sake of her people's future, and since her people's exclamations did not cause any displeasure to the true god, she mustered up her courage and said: "Goddess, forgive me, forgive my ignorance, but please enlighten me."
"My enemy is the goddess of misfortune, Eris, but this eternal battle will have nothing to do with mortals." The pair of eyes floating in the air focused on the centaur chief. "The one who sleeps eternally is not the dead, in the strange ancient times, even death itself will disappear. Go and assist Ravenclaw who is fighting against death, and assist the Hogwarts who are fighting against the servants of death and the Death Eaters. This is a battle between the living and the dead."
"We will not disappoint your expectations, noble goddess." Mathilda once again bowed deeply towards the center of the lake, and some centaurs began to ponder over the goddess' will, wondering if this meant that they had to join the Hogwarts.
The eyes of the lake returned to the centaur chief, and her voice sounded: "When the stars return to their true positions, the Hogwarts will allow the centaurs to regain their rightful glory."
"We will not disappoint your expectations, goddess!" The centaurs who received the affirmation let out a high-pitched howl.
"Those who have harmed you, will lose all their luck, and die screaming in the embrace of Eris." The voice of the goddess sounded in every centaur's heart. "Are you willing to kill all the enemies with magic wands for me, for the Hogwarts, and for yourselves?"
As if he had received an epiphany, the sharpness that the centaur chieftain usually kept in check seemed to have been ignited. He stomped his hooves and charged into his tent at full speed, then charged out again with his spear raised. "Destroy the stone houses of the enemy adepts!"
"Destroy the enemy's stone houses!!!" The centaurs below the field saw the chief's actions and followed suit. They unsheathed their scimitars and raised their hunting bows, and the centaurs who were unarmed also began to wave their fists and snort.
"Are you willing to fight against a true god in the final battle?!"
The centaurs' blood boiled as they raised their front hooves and landed heavily on the ground. Bain's eyes were red as he fanatically displayed his chest muscles, using both hands to clench his fists and swing his arms towards his waist, and then used his hands to smash his own chest.
"The sun, moon, and stars bear witness! The sun, moon, and stars bear witness! "
(End of Chapter)
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