Obviously, no matter what the situation was, once someone provoked someone, they would not necessarily be able to obtain a peaceful outcome.
Jon was naturally no exception.
If the people standing in front of him were living gods, he would not have come here at all. However, this was left behind by a group of dead gods. They did not even retain much power. How could he remain in awe of them?
The reason why he didn't smash the place was that he couldn't go overboard after taking someone else's belongings.
Otherwise, this group of people would not want to talk to him honestly here.
Did they really think that he did not have any strength at all when the Mystic Bird did not move?
He held the chain hanging on his wrist and shook it. The chain of the law was immediately disturbed by him and formed into a staff.
It was similar to the Staff of the Earth that Jon had used before.
This staff was heavily knocked to the ground by him. The shackles on his feet were instantly broken into pieces.
He was already tired of this kind of thing. There was clearly no need to be busy every time, but he had no choice but to get involved in a bunch of chaos time and time again.
Previously, it was the same with ancient Egypt. However, at least there was a divine system as a prop. This time, there was nothing. He had come here for that seed.
Was there a need to dig up their graves?
At first, he cooperated because he still had a little bit of goodwill towards the owner of this place. He planned to part on good terms and go through the formalities. However, now he was completely impatient.
To be honest, during this period of time, his mentality had been a little impetuous. He was not so steady when doing things.
Perhaps it was because there were too many things in his heart that he needed to vent.
Now was the time.
The Staff of the Earth swung fiercely in the air. Jon's eyes also became cold.
He just wanted to become a legendary Wizard. Was there a need to chase after him like this?
Let him properly build up his foundation and then leave this place. The stability of the space was originally self-adapting. It would not collapse at all. Everyone could just go through the formalities. Wouldn't it be fine?
Why did they have to cause trouble here and make people angry?
Did they think that he would be afraid because they had more people?
In this world, can you win just because you have more people?
He had been collecting Legendary's Omens for a long time, and he had even ventured into a few secret realms. He had almost died in the Underworld and could not return. Now, they were acting as if they belonged to the Sumeer Divine System, and they wanted to take everything away. Why?
A bunch of Grim Reapers who couldn't be more dead and didn't even leave behind a corpse, only leaving behind one or two lingering phantoms. If he didn't come here, it would be a dream to wake up from the chaos.
Now, not only did he wake up, he even wanted to order him around. If he wasn't crazy, then he was crazy.
I gave you face, but you didn't want it!
One sentence or two did not deviate from the world. It was either dedication or responsibility. Using the sword of the previous dynasty to behead an official of the current dynasty, he did not even consider whether he had the face to do so!
There are so many people in the world who harm the world every day. I've done so much for the world, and you're saying that I haven't contributed?
Not to mention contributing to the world, if he had the time, he would write an account book, from the secret realms of ancient Egypt to the miscellaneous matters. Just the Weave alone would make everyone in this world owe him. How could they have the nerve to say that he had not contributed?
He was a good person who had a reputation in the Deep Blue Sea. These old guys had been dead for god knows how many years, and now they dared to say that he had not contributed?
Jon held the scepter, his expression cold. He thought to himself, I'll be contributing to the world if I kill you.
Thinking back to the small world of ancient Egypt, he dared to turn it upside down. Now, you don't even have a single god-level, and you want me to obediently submit?
You're f * cking dreaming!
That bit of conscience of his had long been eaten by some dog. Now, he wanted him to behave and not fall out with him?
Anyway, this was a spiritual world, not a real space. His mystic bird was waiting outside. Why couldn't he become a legend?
At most, he would just break up.
He did not want the Legendary Omen anymore. He would rather feed it to the dogs than leave it for these old guys.
Perhaps in the thousands of years that they had been alive, they had never been scolded so harshly in front of their noses. Furthermore, the person in front of them was holding a scepter and was about to attack them. The apparitions of the Sumeer gods were stunned for a moment, unable to react.
But then they saw a pair of huge black wings grow out of Jon's back. He slammed the scepter in his hand on the ground, smashing the chains on his body. Then, he rose from the ground and floated in midair. He looked at them and raised his middle finger.
"Idiot."
Jon raised his head arrogantly, showing that he looked down on this group of trash. He expressed his contempt for them. "What are you looking at? Do you believe that I won't dig up your ancestral graves?"
If the gods had ancestral graves.
This was obviously a false proposition, but the lethality was still very strong. Understanding the language of all things was a special feature of the spiritual realm. He could always convey the meaning of others word for word.
Thus, things changed.
Even if they were apparitions of the gods, they were still peak existences. Once that kind of majestic power erupted, they were not easy to deal with.
Especially.
The apparitions of the gods in the temple actually gave their power to the leader, the God of the Sky, Ann.
Of course, as the master of the god system, this action was reasonable.
It was just that it was a little unconventional.
Jon was not as arrogant as he appeared to be. After he vented, he had calmed down and started to try to resist the power of these gods.
Opposite him, the God of the Sky's eyes were filled with lightning. The sun and moon appeared behind him at the same time. His voice became ethereal and dignified, with an irresistible chill.
"Trespassers shall die!"
It sounded like it was true!
Jon gripped the scepter in his hand tightly. Under the protection of the wings behind him, he could hold up a small space under the pressure of the laws. But this was not easy. If he wanted to do more, he had to take the initiative to attack.
In Sumerian mythology, the God of the Sky was the chief judge of the world. If anyone wanted to accuse him, they had to look for him. His judgment was absolute. But now, this effect could be resisted.
After the change of times, he was no longer worthy.
But Jon could still see the triple crown of prestige on his head. It had the power of a celestial phenomenon, representing the sun, moon, and stars.
Anyway, it was a power that Jon did not have.
The crown that symbolized the sun jumped and showed a blazing halo. Under that light, the whole illusion seemed to be unable to hold up. The Staff of the Earth in Jon's hand also began to be unable to withstand the pressure of the laws and began to creak.
At this moment, Jon felt as if he had been thrown into the sun. The most terrifying thing was not the dazzling light, but the heat of the sun.
This thing could bring warmth to the world, but it was not something he could touch now.
Even if it was an apparition.
He felt his body melting. Strange oil flowed out and turned into nothingness. Although his body was fake, the feeling was real.
His will, his thoughts, and his thoughts were all being steamed up in the fiery air.
The Legendary Omen that was drawn back, under his guidance, managed to hold up a small barrier, but that was all. He was like firewood burning in a fire, and could be burned to ashes at any time.
A starving camel was still bigger than a horse. This saying was true. Not to mention that he was not facing a camel, but the Master of the Divine System who had once reached the highest position in the world.
But even under such conditions, he did not sit still and wait for death.
Even if there was no road, he would fight his way out.
Wasn't this the way he had been through all these years?
Amidst the endless light, Chown held the scepter in his hand and looked up.
His wings stirred up a wave of heat in the air, and then brought him to the balance.
To destroy, should he destroy the most valuable or the most beautiful?
Of course, he should destroy the most recent one first.
He flew to the balance and gathered all his power, the laws, the magic that was engraved in his soul, the ancient and modern curses, and smashed it out along the staff.
Thunder roared.
…
…
At the same time.
In the garden that had been turned into ruins, on the stone platform in the center, Jon's hand that was holding the sapling suddenly trembled. In his body that was not considered strong, light that should not exist here projected out from his pores, as if his blood had turned into light.
Grindvall had been looking at this scene, and seeing this scene, his face suddenly changed.
This was not a good sign, or it could be said that.
— — the worst situation had appeared.
He could only use the Legendary Omen that he condensed when he became a Legendary Wizard for Jon to use as a reference. After all, for so many years, there were too few people who became Legendary Wizards, and there was no good example for Jon to use. But even so, he knew the situation that Jon was facing now.
Generally speaking, only when this path was completely rejected by the world would there be a trend of the ascender's body turning into Elemental. But this situation only existed in theory. After all, the world was so big, and it had the ability to self-correct, so there was nothing that could not be accepted by the world.
Unless Jon was courting death and tried to steal the authority of the Supreme — — but the Supreme was not one of the gods who died in this small space, but one of the creators who stood at the top of the infinite world outside of this world.
Jon's structure, although a bit unconventional, was still in this world, so it was not too excessive.
Then it was the second situation. Jon was facing a huge problem that caused his spirituality to converge with the world, and was about to disappear here and merge with the world.
This was what Grindvall could not accept. He wanted to leave with Dumbledore, but the most important condition was to ensure that someone could complete Dumbledore's plan, and this person could only be Jon. In these last few months, where could he find a suitable person?
He could not find him anywhere!
So at this moment, his expression was gloomy.
Looking at Grindvall's expression, Brenna moved closer to him without leaving a trace.
She was Jon's confidant, so naturally, nothing would happen to her. But the others were all temporarily transferred.
Before coming, Grindvall had already looked for her to talk about this matter. If there was a problem with Jon's ascension, he would definitely need to use some unacceptable methods.
Bringing so many people in was so that when necessary, they could contribute their souls to ensure the stability of Jon's soul.
Jon would definitely not agree to this plan, but Grindvall did not care at all. He was one of the most powerful and most experienced Black Wizard in this world, so he did not have any scruples when doing things, and he was the most important person.
As for the lives of others … he really did not care.
As long as it was necessary, he could deal with these people at any time, and then use their spirituality to nourish Jon.
…
…
But the situation was not that bad.
Putting aside the fact that Grindvall was preparing to feed Jon some nourishment, Jon, who was now in the Realm of Souls, had also started to adapt.
Just like the matter of a fish suddenly entering a pond, after experiencing the initial pain, he gradually got used to and adapted to the situation here.
His Legend's Omen was change and adaptation!
So now, he had started to feel that he did not feel as bad as before.
Feelings were naturally very subjective, and there was no way to quantify it, nor was there any rule to base it on. But at this moment, Jon did not feel as bad as before.
It was as if the enemy in front of him was weakening …
Intuitively speaking, he was not dead yet.
Although it was a little strange, after getting used to it, that terrifying high temperature did not seem to cause any harm. The light was still quite bright, but that was it. The power was no longer rising, and instead started to gradually decrease.
The sun was still the same, but it seemed as if the sun was going to set.
Jon withdrew his scepter, and a curtain turned to ashes in the wind, completely disappearing.
He once again floated in the air, raised his head to look at the illusory sun hanging high in the sky, and pouted at the Sky God.
"That's it?"
…
Outside the space.
Jon's body trembled for a while, and then completely returned to normal.
There was no collapse as expected.
Lun Na's nervous heart slightly relaxed, but it was not completely stable, but at least the lives of the people in the space were temporarily preserved.
"My Lord, now that it is like this, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"
"Should … be. After all, Jon's strength is not low, and his accumulation is gathered by burning his life. Although it is not long, his strength is not weak.
As long as he can properly endure, there should be no problems. "
But looking at Jon's body, Grindvall sighed in his heart.
In that instant, he was really nervous.
…
In this world, besides Jon himself, among the people who understood Jon the most, Grindvall could at least be ranked in the top three.
He felt that Jon would wait, so Jon was really waiting.
In any case, he could see that the power left behind by the gods could not be replenished. As long as he waited for them to use up all their power, there would be no danger here.
In any case, he had plenty of time.
Waiting would never lose!
Around him, the light and heat had already begun to decay, and once this decay was opened, there was no reason for it to stop, and it would only become faster and faster.
It was like the rain in the sky came from the clouds, and when the rain clouds were completely exhausted, there would be no more rain for a while.
Without a source, without replenishment, no matter how strong one's strength was, it could only erupt for a moment, and in less than two minutes, it would completely weaken.
"You can't do that either!"
Jon was not stingy with his ridicule, after all, a single word he said could accelerate the disappearance of this energy. Although these extremely humiliating words were not harmful, they could greatly reduce the self-esteem of the God in front of him.
The dignity of the gods could not be violated, but there was also a time limit.
If it was three thousand years ago, Jon would not have come here to behave atrociously even if he had feces in his brain, right?
Jon felt that if the shadow in front of him was not just a shadow, but a person with expression, then the scene would be very interesting.
Just thinking about it made him happy.
He flapped his wings again and came above the original existence of the scale, holding the scepter in one hand and the seedling in the other.
The gods could not kill him.
Instead, they made him stronger.
"Since you can't do it, then don't waste it, just become nutrients."
Under Jon's urging, the seedling sealed in the Legend's Omen suddenly came to life. Like a weak predator, it began to hunt down the body of the gods of the same origin as it.
At the same time, the shadows of the gods began to flicker, like candles in the wind, which could disappear at any time.
They were being absorbed and devoured.
But these gods did not stop there, they were just illusions that existed in this world. After their behavior was programmed, everything had a countermeasure.
Of course, the final countermeasure could be known without thinking.
It was nothing more than exchanging a life for a life.
The problem was, Jon did not like this.
Whoever wanted to die could die, but he would not die anyway.
But on the other hand, the last of the gods started a riot. It wasn't for the sake of existence, but for destruction. They simply wanted to perish together with Chown because they couldn't exist and didn't want Chown to obtain them.
Anyway, they had died long ago, and what was left here was just an illusion that did not have the qualifications to be resurrected. The only one who made a move, the shadow of the Sky God, had also begun to draw power from the other gods, constantly strengthening the three crowns behind him.
That kind of brilliance and light, huge and majestic, was like a master who could control Jon's life and death.
Even the Sky God himself had been ignited by that majestic aura.
They were not afraid of death, even self-destructive behavior, and launched an attack on Jon to die together.
But Jon did not care.
"Crazy, who wants to die with you? If you want to die, then die quickly. "
The magic and consciousness around Jon began to shake violently, and countless changes were completed in an instant, colluding to form a huge and leaking network, forming an extremely dense protective barrier.
Then.
The attack from the gods collided with the barrier that he had created.
At the moment of collision, it was as if space had stopped.
But in the outside world, on Grindvall's side, he could see Jon's body trembling violently. That kind of huge trembling made people feel an extremely dangerous feeling, as if light and flesh had fused into one, and the spiritual changes that came from the inside began to interfere with the outside world. Not only was Jon changing, even the stone platform around him had begun to melt, and the soil around him had begun to turn into a swamp.
But Grindvall did not move.
Because he did not feel the danger of destruction. Instead, he felt some kind of upgrade. It was like a distant cry, which could not be seen, but felt very real. In the frozen air of the small world, there was suddenly a gust of wind, and then it brought along the light on Jon's body.
There was a kind of fragile but endless aura faintly rising from Jon's body, gradually becoming solid, like a seedling tenaciously and tenaciously growing in a storm.
At the same time, in Jon's gradually collapsing illusion, countless magic and power were colliding, canceling each other out, and dissipating.
Jon also began to burn himself, because after the surrounding power was gradually consumed, Jon began to feel the power from the Mystic Bird again.
Originally, everyone was in the same environment, and there was no external source of power, but after the barrier became weak, Jon suddenly had a source of power, and those gods, because they had died, no longer had a corresponding source of power.
So after all the destruction was over, Jon still existed.
But the God King could no longer see all of this, he had already burned himself in the flames and majesty, and had completely disappeared from this space, this world.
Then it was Jon's time.
A seedling grew out of the air, then its roots spread out one by one, absorbing energy and growing resources from the air. Then, leaves grew out of its trunk one by one.
Condensing.
It was condensing.
It was absorbing everything that could be absorbed and everything that could not be absorbed. It was always absorbing everything and then smelting them out. This was because they could coexist on a tree. They could be the difference between this tree branch and that tree branch. They could also be the difference between this leaf and that leaf.
Now it was about to grow.
It stretched its branches in the invisible air, the branches grew in strange shapes, but the trunk of the tree was straight and beautiful.
Under the majesty of the gods, the scorching sun, the cold moonlight, and the tempering of thunder and lightning. And after the flames burned, a tree grew out of it.
Jon's Legendary Omen was successfully condensed!
Like the most dazzling starlight in the world, the mystic bird waiting outside the barrier shook its wings and landed on the tree formed by Jon's spirit. Then, it guided Jon's spirit from the tree into the mystic bird's body.
This was Jon's complete state, his tree, and his mystic bird.
Then, he woke up from his deep sleep.
…
The real world.
The whole thing happened perfectly, except for Jon who almost died, the rest of the people got a very good ending.
Even Grindelwald had gained some benefits from his clash with the Gods.
"Those gods," Grindelwald sighed after hearing about his experience from Jon. "They are really too old. Their choice from the beginning was a mistake. Just like how humans can't guess the intentions of the gods, the gods can't understand what humans are willing to sacrifice for a little progress. They feel that what they give is a gift, and that thunder and rain are blessings from the heavens. They can't understand this kind of thing.
The perspective of humans is small, but one of the benefits of being small is that there is no way to see those huge things. Would you care what an ant can see?
Even if you care, can you see the world that they see? "
The smaller something was, the more complicated it was. In this world, the gods who were born would always be weaker than the gods who were transformed from humans. It was not because of the difference in their power, but because they saw things from a different perspective.
This different perspective created the difference in combat power.
Humans always envied the gods for being high and mighty, but the gods would never be able to understand the aging of humans.
"Those born gods are already a thing of the past. In the new era, only one kind of person can become a god, and that is Senior Helga, the God of Light of the former Church, and people like you and me. We may become gods in the future, but we were once humans."
Jon nodded thoughtfully.
"Right, teacher, I have something to tell you. Look at this."
Jon stretched out his hand. There was a glass-like light flowing on his exposed arm.
"This is … the blood of immortality. You have now started to enter a preliminary state. When your whole body becomes like this, you can achieve the ultimate goal of the Wizard. Immortality has always been the authority of the gods, and now you have started to have this authority."
Grindelwald looked at Jon and slowly thought for a while. He seemed to be surprised that Jon did not know about this.
"This is a theory put forward by another teacher of yours, Nicholas Flamel. You also call him Nico Lemour.
In order to pursue immortality, he planned to use the blood of long-lived creatures to replace his own blood, but he did not succeed. Later on, he chose the Elixir of Immortality.
But this technique is feasible. Later on, he and Dumbledore researched dragon blood and found a special substance in it. This special and mysterious substance maintained the long-lived life of long-lived creatures. In ancient times, the Wizard used this substance, but in the end, it did not have good results. "
"Atavism?"
"That's right, it's atavism. Once the substances extracted from the bloodlines of all kinds of long-lived species are integrated into a person's bloodline, they will begin to act like conquering cities and territories. Then, they will drive away the original bloodline, occupy the bloodline, and transform the receiver."
"So?"
Jon thought of something.
"Yes, just like what you think," Grindelwald said with emotion. "The Wizard is also a human. In order to live longer, when there is no way to improve their strength, they will always choose to do something else. But in any case, to a certain extent, they did succeed."
Although they did not survive, the created vampires, werewolves, and other dark mutated creatures did.
Of course, this included the mermaid that was executed by Jon.
"As for the dragon blood technique that Nicholas came up with, how should I say it? He did succeed, but it did not break away from the previous scope. There is a price to pay for longevity. The dragon blood must be constantly replaced, and it requires an extremely precious container to achieve the goal of longevity."
"But there are not so many dragons in the world."
"Dragons … of course there are, and there is a way to do it once and for all. If he could go to the East and get the divine blood of an old dragon, he would not have to go through so much trouble. But he couldn't. Most of the dragons in the world are in the same class. Without a more powerful bloodline, he could not persevere, so in the end, he had to use the Elixir of Immortality."
"But he died in the end."
"Yes, longevity is not a good thing. For gods, a long life is because they can climb higher or do more things. But an ordinary Wizard … he can't stand this kind of torture.
Look at the 'gods' in Helga's Kingdom of God. Which one of them is not immortal?
In order to live a long life, you need someone to accompany you. "
"Yes, no wonder you added Professor Dumbledore …"
Before Jon could finish, he was interrupted by Grindelwald.
"Why are you saying this? Hurry up, we have to go back."
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