Elwyn lay on the ground, panting. Gryffindor looked at him with a smile.
"Where's the evil god?" He looked down, but saw nothing.
Around the platform, countless clouds rolled, covering everything above the Moon God Temple.
A dark cloud floated past, passing through Elwyn and Gryffindor. Their figures were faintly discernible, like a dream. The thin fog made everything seem surreal.
"It disappeared. You defeated it." Gryffindor said softly.
"But I didn't do anything. My magic didn't work on it. I didn't destroy the wooden statue that summoned it." Elwyn said, puzzled.
"You don't need to do anything. Just by coming here, you've already passed the challenge." Gryffindor smiled and took out a bright red stone from his pocket, handing it to Elwyn. "You're the best little wizard I've ever met. Catch this magic stone. It's yours now."
Looking at the magic stone that shone with a gentle light, Elwyn's face flashed with a hint of desire.
He reached out his hand, but just as his fingertips were about to touch the magic stone, he stopped abruptly.
A sudden warning rose in his heart, causing him to restrain his desire.
The situation didn't seem right. He still remembered that Gryffindor had told him before that the Lord Voldemort had left a spell on this magic stone.
But now, he didn't even mention this. Also, why did he give the magic stone to him in the illusion, and not teleport him back to the real world?
In front of him, Gryffindor had a smile on his face. It looked so unnatural.
That smile was not so much the kind smile of an elder, but more like a restrained mockery.
In the clouds, the corners of his mouth curled up exaggeratedly, looking even more uncoordinated. That look didn't seem like something a human should have.
Elwyn swallowed his saliva and tightened his grip on his wand.
"What are you waiting for? Catch this Sorcerer's Stone, and you will gain unimaginable power. It will help you become the most powerful wizard, trust me." Gryffindor's voice seemed to come from far away, even though the stone was right in front of him.
Elwyn could clearly hear the voices echoing in his mind.
When he mentioned strength, Elwyn was almost certain that this fellow was an impostor.
Gryffindor would never say such things. He always emphasized that strength was not the most important thing.
The challenge was not over yet. He had to destroy the Evil God's wooden statue.
The Evil God who had turned into Gryffindor was still smiling, but the atmosphere was getting more and more oppressive.
Its laughter rang out in the deepest part of Elwyn's heart, growing louder and louder along with his heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump!
Elwyn felt that his heart was about to explode from this torturous sound. Some kind of liquid flowed out of his nostrils and eye sockets.
His magic began to scatter, and the power in his body was frantically fighting against each other.
Elwyn panted and held the sturdy wand. He raised his right hand diagonally upwards, and a pale green light of a magic spell gushed out, passing through Gryffindor's body in front of him.
He did not have a physical body, but an illusion.
"Young human wizard, you have rejected me. You have made the most foolish decision."
Gryffindor took a step forward, his face distorted, and the corners of his mouth opened wider and wider.
Countless green slime and pieces of flesh fell from his mouth. His body expanded rapidly, and rotten tentacles emerged one after another, like the most horrifying nightmare.
The tentacles slowly moved forward, as if they wanted to touch Elwyn's skin.
"Call, Guardian!" Elwyn shouted.
The silver guardian spiraled out, and a bright white fog blocked between the two of them.
"Young human wizard, you still do not understand the true meaning of magic. You have never experienced the pain of the collapse of the worlds. You are only the lowest existence in this world."
Gryffindor's face completely turned into the appearance of the Evil God. His tentacles swayed and slapped on the light screen, and his mouth spoke crazy, meaningless words. "Pitiful ant, you are only a puppet in the hands of a puppet. In the face of unknown power, you are making a useless struggle."
Elwyn increased the input of magic, and after a few seconds, or maybe a few centuries, he suddenly realized that he should run.
He did not care about the Evil God in front of him, and no longer cared about his surroundings. He continued to go up the narrow hollow staircase next to the platform, rushing forward.
Through the thick fog, the Evil God's thick tentacles continued to slap with crazy power. They became more and more merciless and cruel, as if they wanted to slap Wen's body in half.
Elwyn panted. On the small platform at the top, he saw a dull wooden statue. It was the Evil God's miniature appearance, like the root of some kind of plant.
Without thinking, he waved his wand, and the red light of the spell flashed.
Unexpectedly, the wooden statue broke into pieces, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating in the air.
The Evil God's crazy voice gradually faded away, but it was still very clear. "Pitiful lamb, you have defeated me in the illusion, but you do not know that you have entered an even more terrible illusion. Fear follows you like a shadow, never disappearing, never ending …"
The surroundings gradually quieted down. When Elwyn raised his head, he saw Gryffindor standing in front of him with a smile.
He took a step back in surprise, and raised the wand in his hand vigilantly. Gryffindor waved his hand carelessly, and the smile on his face became wider.
"Don't be like this, Elwyn," he said with a smile. "That guy has disappeared, and now there are only the two of us here."
"How can you guarantee that you are the real Gryffindor, and not the Evil God in disguise?" Elwyn asked hesitantly, and his body was extremely cold.
His heart was beating so hard that he could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality. He felt that he was about to be driven crazy.
"I can't prove anything, because I have never really existed. I am just a part of this illusion magic, a part of the original body's consciousness." Gryffindor said with a smile. "Your performance just now was very wonderful, and you have won my approval. Whether you believe it or not, I still have to tell you that you have passed the challenge. "
This sentence sounded like surprise the first time, but now it sounded like complete fear.
Gryffindor did not seem surprised by Elwyn's performance. He waved his hand. "I know you have a lot of questions. In fact, the Evil God that you saw did not exist in the real history. Ugart was a little luckier than you. When he reached the top of the temple, the evil ritual had not yet been completed, and he succeeded in stopping everything. "
"Then what appeared just now?" Elwyn asked, panting.
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