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Elwyn did not feel good being sandwiched between the two most evil and dark monsters.
He wanted to do something, even if it was to cast a spell.
But his arms were too heavy to lift.
He felt his magic, the Sorcerer's Stone floating in front of his chest, and the light from the Sorcerer's Stone on the altar not far away, were slowly fusing.
Because of the red mist, he did not die in the hands of the evil God and the Lord Voldemort.
"As long as I can get that half of the Sorcerer's Stone …" Looking at the half of the Sorcerer's Stone on the altar, Elwyn thought.
As long as he could fuse with the Sorcerer's Stone, he could use its powerful magic to break the curse on his body, and then get rid of the evil God and the Lord Voldemort.
Thinking of this, he struggled to raise his wand and pointed it at the Sorcerer's Stone on the altar.
This was usually an easy action, but at this moment, Elwyn felt that it was extremely difficult, as if a few centuries had passed.
"Sorcerer's Stone fly!" he shouted, using all his strength.
This was a flying spell, and it could summon objects.
For a few seconds, Elwyn looked at the Sorcerer's Stone with hope.
But in fact, it did not even move. In the fierce battle between the Lord Voldemort and the evil God, all magic was out of control, and magic was not working.
Under the torture of the curse, Elwyn's weak magic could not summon the Sorcerer's Stone.
In front of him, the two monsters were fighting for the Sorcerer's Stone in front of him. Powerful forces fought, collided, and exploded around him, completely disregarding his life. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net
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In the twisted magic vortex, Elwyn's consciousness became weaker and weaker.
He could no longer use magic. His vision turned black, and his headache became more and more intense.
Now, he could only hear the whispers of the evil God and the terrible roars of the Lord Voldemort.
Elwyn knew that everything was going to end, just like that.
He was about to collapse, both physically and mentally.
No matter who won in the end, the Lord Voldemort or the Evil God, it had nothing to do with him.
In a blur, Elwyn saw a figure suddenly appear in the secret room, appearing in the center of the battle between the vampires and the monsters. The figure's waist-length silver hair shone with silver light.
It was Dumbledore!
He was finally here. Elwyn was overjoyed and became more clear-headed.
Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered with a cold light, causing people's hearts to palpitate.
Elwyn had never seen him like this before. His cold eyes were filled with anger.
Dumbledore looked around and raised his wand high.
White magical light spread out from him like ripples on the surface of water, dispelling the black flames of the Lord Voldemort and the curse-like whispers of the Evil God.
With Dumbledore's intervention, the Evil God and the Lord Voldemort focused their scattered forces on Elwyn and the altar not far away. They used all their strength to fight.
The two monsters seemed to have made up their minds, they wanted to end everything quickly.
As the magic surged, Elwyn felt his soul leaving his body.
He floated upwards, passed through the thick rocks, and floated above the centaur ruins.
There, he once again saw the exquisite centaur city, saw the beautiful land that only appeared in his dreams, right under his feet.
The battle between the Evil God and the Lord Voldemort seemed to have happened a long time ago.
Looking at the white clouds drifting past him, Elwyn pondered, pondered why he appeared here.
But his mind was blank, just like the greyish color of this world.
"Could this be the feeling of death?" He muttered to himself, looking at his weightless body, "Have I already turned into a ghost, and stayed here forever!"
Thump, thump, thump, a loud drum suddenly sounded!
Following the sudden sound, Elwyn slowly floated downwards, he saw many fallen centaurs gathered at the river crossing.
In the real world, because the river had dried up, there was only a thick layer of sand.
Now, this was indeed a river flowing down from the mountains, passing through the centaur tribe and extending into the depths of the Albanian forest.
Many fallen centaur ancestors walked out from the ruins and gathered there. They were the same as Elwyn, they all had a milky white translucent body.
Following the centaur's footsteps, Elwyn also floated over.
At the crossing was a very, very large ship, it was shocking.
The ship was long and narrow, longer than any ship Elwyn had seen before.
It was engraved with intricate and intricate patterns, painted with purple and dark green paint, it had a peculiar foreign style.
Elwyn descended to the crossing, curiously sizing up the ship.
On it, there was a white toad shaped monster beating a drum, its hands seemed to be holding the bones of a cursed creature.
The monster's head was a cluster of pink tentacles, it did not have eyes.
Elwyn looked at the monster, he did not feel any fear.
On the contrary, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Amidst the beating of the drum, the centaurs that had already boarded waved at him, signalling him to follow.
There was no expected attack, the centaurs looked extremely friendly.
The entire space was extremely strange, it was obviously not normal, but it was peaceful everywhere, as though everything in the world was supposed to be like this.
Elwyn hesitated for a while, but followed them onto the ship.
Because he felt something attracting him, he was extremely curious about what was happening in front of him, he wanted to see what was going on.
The ship slowly started moving, the centaurs did not speak anymore.
They surrounded Elwyn tightly in the middle, and then Elwyn saw it clearly.
In front of them was no longer a dense forest, but a terrifying evil god that had just appeared.
Drops of rain started to fall from the sky, it was a dark red rainwater.
Just like what he saw in his illusion, wherever the rainwater touched, the ground, the river, the trees, large amounts of blood red foam started to appear.
Following closely behind was a layer of green membrane, it looked extremely disgusting.
They were like green moss or algae that suddenly grew several times taller, appearing and covering everything. Strange plants that did not belong to earth started to appear.
In the dark red blood rain, they grew rapidly.
The evil god's wriggling tentacles were like the roots of a huge tree, its sharp teeth, dripping with blood, aimed at the direction of Elwyn's ship.
He needed to change his direction, if this goes on, he would be swallowed by the evil god.
A cold wind blew past, Elwyn woke up.
In a blink of an eye, the strange and peaceful feeling that surrounded him disappeared, he saw that he was surrounded by countless of undead centaurs with cold expressions.
Not far away, the strange creature that was beating the drum was not as friendly as before.
It looked very strange now, with countless pink tentacles on its head and tiny fangs growing all over it.
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