"Are you just going to let me stand here like this?"
After standing beside the stone tablet for half an hour, Jon finally couldn't help but ask.
"Why don't you just tell me what you've prepared? So that I can be mentally prepared. "
Helga pinched the space between his eyebrows, and his figure flashed from the high platform to Jon's side. He pressed one hand on the stone tablet.
In the next moment, the stone tablet emitted an infinite amount of light, dazzling everyone.
A line of words appeared on the back of the stone tablet. Jon glanced at it briefly, and the words were written on it.
"Born to be dazzling, I'm sorry!"
Jon: "…"
What kind of torment had happened to the Old Ancestor of his family suffered?
"Actually, this stone tablet is used to test the vitality of the soul. Through this method, it can estimate your affinity with magic, but it doesn't seem to work on you."
Of course, it wouldn't work. Most of his soul was outside with his body, and this stone tablet in front of him was completely a soul creation. It would be a problem if it could detect anything.
Perhaps Voldemort could give it a try now.
"So, you're saying that today's test can't be done?"
"There should be a few that can be done. Let me see …" Helga waved his hand and pulled out a stack of parchment paper from the side. "Remove those related to spellcasting … Your magic theory doesn't seem to be very good either. Remove them all …"
Jon watched as the parchment paper in Helga's hand decreased until there were only a few left.
"Yes, these few will do. As for the other items, I'll think of something in the future."
Helga smiled and handed the parchment paper in his hand to him, his expression slowly filled with expectation.
Jon took the parchment paper. There were densely packed letters on it. He had just read the beginning when he fainted.
[Soul Magic — Second Backtrack]
Using the Soul Imprint on certain items to influence the target and attract them into the Soul Environment preset by the creator of the item, this long-lost magic appeared in the magical space created by Helga's soul, and its effect was even more obvious.
Helga raised his hand to support Jon's falling soul body. This space had been changed many times, so the soul body had a certain sense of reality. If Jon fell, he would immediately wake up.
This was originally the last and only test, but because the accident happened too suddenly, the adaptation process prepared for Jon was canceled due to the difference in environment, so this test could only be brought forward.
Fortunately, this item was originally aimed at the soul, so it wasn't anything bad.
…
The world darkened.
The dark clouds that were condensed in the air by some kind of power were like layers of solid dust stacked together, forming strange shapes in the sky.
It blotted out the sky and covered the sun.
There was almost no trace of water in the rivers on the ground. They were like flowing mud, carrying countless corpses.
Between the sky and the ground, dozens of castles stood on the hills, forming a circle of "defense".
Fluorescent lights flickered from time to time, and wizards in robes and hoods walked hurriedly, shuttling between the castles.
And in the distance of the hills, the huge city roared. The flames on the city walls emitted light, and the light was reflected by the clouds in the sky, illuminating the outline of the city.
Even in such darkness, the oppressive feeling was irresistible.
Metal formed its first layer of armor. Fully armed soldiers stood on the city walls. Their silver armor and swords and shields reflected the light of the fire, making them look cold and gloomy. Behind them, the large group of priests and the bishops in blood-red robes held wooden crosses in their hands, chanting.
They declared to the people behind the city.
Even without the reflection of the sun, in the darkness, the world was still covered by the will of the Lord.
Jon stood in the air, staring at the city.
In the darkness, he saw the city trembling, sometimes roaring.
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be controlled by some kind of power, sometimes rolling over, sometimes retreating.
Just like the roar, Jon heard and saw, one after another.
A dim light shot past Jon not far away, and then behind Jon, a castle turned into ashes, and even the Wizard stationed in it turned into smoke under the dark sky.
Then, this side counterattacked.
Thunder exploded, and the shock wave erupted from the ground, bombarding the city's defense like a storm.
Then, a crack appeared in the city's defense.
A loophole appeared.
…
The place closest to the center of the battle was usually the calmest place. At this moment, there, someone was overlooking the war city below.
Jon, who appeared here passively and accepted this perspective, carefully observed what Helga wanted him to see.
This was the Witch Extermination War of the Middle Ages, which happened before the Black Death. It was one of the most difficult times for the Wizard to survive. After this war, the Wizard lost his salary and the Holy See suffered a great loss. In the end, the Wizard fought until only the Holy City was left.
At that time, the Hogwarts hid from the world, as the Wizard's last defense. This memory was probably brought back to the Hogwarts by some great Wizard after the victory.
After learning from Helga for so long, he no longer needed to learn some history.
What he remembered had become a habit, and the recognition of the city naturally emerged after looking at the structure.
The Holy City of the Holy See, the colossus that fought against the Wizard for countless years.
In that era when the Church was strong, this was the confidence of the Church to rule the West.
"Jon" lowered his head. Then, he wriggled his lips but did not make a sound.
The silent spell was awakened, and then a wind was attracted by Jon, suddenly spreading to the city below and back again.
Back to the sound.
[War Magic: Monitoring Wind Whispers]
Jon himself did not do anything, but in this perspective, what the person he possessed did was something he could not decide.
But as a bystander, he was not doing nothing.
Jon was learning.
This kind of scene backtracking was not unfamiliar to Jon. He had experienced it once when Loina left it in the glasses, but this time, he did not need to support the scene himself, so it was much more convenient.
The monitoring magic transmitted back in ancient language, but Jon could understand the meaning, and he was faintly excited.
The ancient magic that Helga had told him before, including the magic of the Holy See, all appeared on this battlefield.
War magic, protection magic, strangulation magic, cleansing magic … The battle between the legendary adepts and the archbishops was incredibly intense. Every type of magic could be used against each other, and some of them even had the spare energy to wreak havoc in the enemy's camp.
It was a pity that he could not do anything.
Wait … it was not that he could not do anything.
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