In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him was like a dream, beautiful to the extreme.
Countless magic particles weaved and intertwined, emitting a gemstone-like radiance.
They floated in the air, covering everything in a layer of hazy color.
As he breathed, magic entered his body, nourishing it from the inside out, filling his body with energy.
This feeling was like no matter how much magic he used, he did not have to worry about the magic in his body running out, because it could be replenished at any time.
"Stand here and put your hand on the locket," Riddle said, gesturing for Elwyn to stand in front of the altar.
"Come on, Elwyn!" Elaine whispered. She lay on the ground, looking at Elwyn with wide eyes.
"We believe in you!" Hermione hugged Elwyn tightly.
Dumbledore and Keresis did not speak, but they both looked at Elwyn, watching him walk to the top of the altar.
Elwyn placed his right hand on the locket, and a strange feeling flowed from his right hand into his body. In the blink of an eye, it was filled with magic.
Needless to say, this feeling of suddenly becoming stronger was wonderful at first.
Endless magic listened to his command, as if he was in control of everything.
But as more magic flowed in, the pressure increased, making Elwyn feel bloated.
"What should we do next?" He looked at Riddle beside him.
"Recite the incantation with me!" Riddle said, opening his mouth and hissing.
"Wait, I don't understand what you're saying," Elwyn interrupted, "Do we have to use the snake-like language for this incantation?"
"I think that using the snake-like language is the most basic respect for Slytherin," Riddle said. "If you really can't recite it, speaking normally is not a problem. In this magic, the incantation is not the most important, the most important thing is to let his statue feel your thoughts."
"Thoughts?"
"Slytherin left a part of his will in the statue, he can feel what you're thinking through the locket," Riddle said impatiently. Riddle said impatiently. "As long as you let him know that you want to destroy the evil god inside, the magic he left behind will be activated."
"Then let's talk nicely," said Elwyn.
"Hmph, now you start praising Slytherin. He's the greatest wizard in history, he's …"
"Is this also necessary?" Elwyn interrupted him again. "You just said that as long as the statue feels my will to destroy the evil god, I can activate the magic. What's the point of praising Slytherin?"
"It's out of respect for the Great Wizard," said Riddle. "If you don't want to do it, you can do it yourself."
He stopped talking and looked at Elwyn with a cold smile.
Elwyn blinked and tried his best to think about destroying evil gods.
This gave him a strange feeling as if he had entered a church or a religious place and was praying for the blessings of the gods.
Ten seconds passed and there was no reaction. Obviously, this "Slytherin" god did not hear his prayers.
Perhaps it felt that he was not that sincere, or perhaps it did not praise it like Riddle did.
Seeing this situation, Riddle, who was standing in front of Elwyn, became obviously proud.
Elwyn ignored this guy. He had activated this magic at the eyeball monster before. According to Riddle, as long as the will left behind by Slytherin felt his thoughts, it would know that he wanted to destroy the terrible monster.
He tried to recall the feeling at that time. The terrible eyeball monster kept talking to him, it wanted to eat him …
The ground shook and cracks appeared on the rock walls. The sky fell and the earth cracked. The surrounding murals shattered and fell.
A loud rumbling sound came from the deepest part of the ground. The slender pupil was torn apart, and the huge eyeball split open from the middle.
Like the most ferocious monster, it had a frightening aura. The gap between its two huge eyeballs was filled with long and sharp fangs. On the inside was a row of densely packed barbs, and further inwards were dark purple folds, mucous membranes, and endless darkness.
The darkness was so deep that one could never see the end. In the end, one could only get lost in it.
The eyeballs swayed and fell from the rock walls of the ceiling.
They floated in the air, opened their bloody mouths and flew towards the defenseless Elwyn.
Elwyn tried to recall this feeling and further associate it with the terrifying body of the evil god he had seen.
The twisted and huge body, which was formed from the corpses of the most terrifying monsters, approached him with unimaginable power.
In front of the terrifying body of the evil god, humans were undoubtedly insignificant. No amount of power could help.
Elwyn did not know how he could resist. Facing such a monster that was beyond his understanding and common sense, any spells would be useless.
Closing his eyes and waiting for death might be the only choice, but he was unwilling. He wanted to resist.
Resist!
Get close to the enemy that he could defeat, for the sake of protecting everything.
Suddenly, Elwyn poured out all the magic in his body and focused on the locket in his right hand.
The emerald embedded in the Slytherin locket emitted a strong light, and the inscriptions around it began to glow dark gold.
With such a color as a foil, the emblem of the Slytherin family was like a snake that had come to life.
It separated from the locket and slowly floated up, floating in front of Elwyn's chest.
"Success!" Riddle said almost fanatically. "The great Salazar Slytherin!"
The statue trembled slightly and gradually emitted a white halo.
The magic particles floating in the air quickly gathered and were re-absorbed by the magic in the statue.
They were like a school of fish migrating in the deep blue sea, spinning down at an extremely fast speed, and all the magic in the air was sucked in.
Silver-white, light-green, and golden-red light gathered around the statue of Slytherin and Elwyn, merging with the green mist emitted by the locket. They gradually converged and formed the shadow of Salazar Slytherin himself in front of Elwyn.
The shadow's outline was not clear, and the light was distorted, making it difficult to see his face.
Elwyn was not in the mood to look at Slytherin, he felt that he was about to explode from the magic!
Just now, the influx of magic filled him to the brim, and there was a strange sense of collision.
Now, the magic in and around his body was increasing, and this feeling was getting stronger and stronger, reaching the limit of Elwyn's body.
If there was a little more, Elwyn would explode from the magic, like a balloon.
But the magic that had been accumulated for thousands of years was still pouring in, far beyond his imagination and control.
With a bang, Elwyn heard the sound of a balloon exploding inside his body …
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