These dotted lines represented the process of the soul being separated from the body.
In the evil black magic, human souls could be sacrificed or sacrificed to the devil as a tribute.
Alternatively, one could split the soul and make it into a Soul Tool. This was more than half evil.
However, the despicable Herbo was obviously not satisfied with this. His main purpose of collecting souls was to use them as energy.
Using the souls as energy, he would transform himself into an evil god.
This was the first step. After collecting all the souls, he would start to transform his body. First, he would need to prepare the materials. These materials were the corpses and flesh of various creatures, including powerful Fire Dragons, Unicorns, Chimera Beasts, fairies, domestic elves, centaurs, and many other extinct species.
From weak to strong, as long as one could think of it or read about it in books, it would all be included.
Every creature had its most perfect part, and the despicable Herbo planned to combine them together …
For example, the heart of a Fire Dragon, the blood of a Unicorn, the claws of a Chimera Beast, and so on.
The feeling of taking the most perfect part of every creature's development and evolution and putting it on his own body …
Imagine the scene of countless corpses being decomposed and reassembled.
A body that was pieced together like this would definitely be a terrifying monster, but there was no doubt about its perfection and strength.
Next, the murals began to explain in detail how to deal with the corpses of different creatures, and how to use the most appropriate methods to dissect and decompose the required parts. Only by dissecting corpses countless times could one obtain such cruel knowledge and experience.
Many people could kill a creature, but a true Dark Sorcerer could obtain the required materials from the corpses.
These murals were too cruel. After looking at a few, Elaine closed her eyes, not daring to look any further.
She hugged Elwyn's right arm and carefully followed him forward.
Hermione also held onto Elwyn's left hand. Although she did not close her eyes, her palms were sweaty.
Faced with these terrifying murals, not to mention a small sorcerer like them, even an evil Dark Sorcerer would panic and lament that a person or magic could be so evil.
"Let's go!" Elwyn said, "There's no need to look at them one by one, we're not going to use this magic."
"Yes." Hermione nodded. She could feel her heavy breathing. "I've never seen such black magic. No, I haven't even thought about it. How crazy and evil was this despicable Hilbo to invent this magic?"
"After all, he is currently the most powerful and influential Dark Wizard, the last ancient Warlock, and the founder of the modern Dark Magic system." Elwyn said, noticing Hermione's expression. "Well, if you ask me, his brain is definitely not normal. Look at the other two spells that he invented. No normal person would think of splitting their own soul to create a soul tool, or using a magic rooster to lay eggs and then letting a toad hatch it to create a snake monster."
Not to mention a normal person, even a mentally unstable Magus would not be able to come up with such an outrageous idea.
In order to become a Dark Wizard like Lord Voldemort, one only needed to be cruel and powerful enough.
However, in order to become a Dark Wizard like the despicable Hilbo, one needed to be powerful and imaginative at the same time.
At least from Elwyn's point of view, such an outrageous black magic was very difficult to create.
The mural was nearing its end. This was the part that Elwyn had not seen before.
The pyramid appeared once again, and the despicable Hilbo stood at the top of the altar. He held something that looked like a scepter in his hand and raised it high. The human souls that he had collected earlier were slowly rotating in mid-air, forming a circular vortex that flashed with silver light.
When Elwyn's gaze shifted there, the vortex seemed to really be rotating, and its speed was getting faster and faster.
In the vortex, the souls wailed, roared, twisted, and screamed …
Their pain and unwillingness could be felt, but it was useless. Under the despicable Hilbo's control, the souls were slowly drawn to the circular object in front of the altar. It seemed to be a cocoon, with countless souls revolving around it.
Thump, thump. The chrysalis began to beat like a heart. Thump, thump, thump.
In the final scene, Hilbo disappeared, leaving only the cocoon at the top of the pyramid altar.
Beside it was a row of small words.
Between reality and illusion, an immortal existence is about to be born.
The sun will eventually set, and the holy light will also be extinguished. Only darkness and sleep are eternal.
Only by giving up life can you enter a deep sleep, and only then can you obtain the secret of peace between illusion and illusion.
In sleep, the tortured souls are screaming silently. They surround you and hold you tightly.
You feel cold and lonely, despair and madness spreading, and you will all be alone in the end.
The great existence is standing behind you. Don't move, don't breathe.
Embrace it with open arms, and offer your soul. In the end, you will also be immortal.
"What do these words mean?" Hermione looked at the last words on the mural. "It doesn't look like a spell."
"Maybe it's a hint to complete the last step of this magic." Elwyn said thoughtfully. "It seems that before becoming a terrifying evil god, one has to give up life and offer their soul to enter a strange space, and then become immortal."
"That's crazy!"
"Indeed, but that's something Lord Voldemort needs to worry about. We need to think about how to destroy him." Elwyn said.
Give up life and offer your soul to complete the final fusion.
If the last recorded spell was effective, it could help souls like Riddle obtain a physical body.
The three of them quickened their pace. After the mural ended, the tunnel extended forward and entered a room. The four walls of this room were also painted with colorful murals, but the main character was Salazar Salazar. Slytherin himself.
On the mural, Slytherin was fighting with the terrible evil god, using many wonderful magic.
Seeing this familiar scene, Elwyn's first reaction was to raise his head.
Previously, the eyeball monster had occupied the roof and attacked Elwyn's mind.
It gave him a lingering fear. Fortunately, the eyeball monster did not have any physical attack power.
Elwyn raised his head and heaved a sigh of relief. There was nothing up there.
"What's wrong?" Hermione looked at him strangely.
"Nothing!" Elwyn shook his head and steadied his breath. "We're almost there, we …"
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