v2 Chapter 1117： Complete magic

These dashed lines represent the process of separation of the soul from the body.

In the evil black magic, the human soul can be used for sacrifice, or as a tribute to the devil.

Or, you can split the soul into a Horcrux, which is more than half the evil.

But the despicable Haierbo is obviously not satisfied with this. His main purpose of collecting souls is as energy.

With the soul as energy, transform him into a **** of evil.

This is the first step. After collecting the soul, it is the beginning of the transformation of the body. First, it is necessary to prepare materials. These materials are the flesh and blood of a variety of creatures, including powerful fire dragons, unicorns, guest mela, and leprechauns, house elves, horsemen, and many extinct Gula species.

From weak to powerful, as long as you can think of, or can see the species in the book, including it.

Every creature has its perfect part, and the despicable Helbo intends to combine it...

For example, the heart of the dragon, the blood of the unicorn, the claws of the guest, and so on.

The perfect part of the development and evolution of each creature is taken down and put on itself. This feeling...

Imagine the picture, and countless bodies are broken down and recombined.

The body that is put together is definitely a terrible monster, but its perfection and strength are unquestionable.

Next, the murals begin to detail how to deal with the corpses of different creatures. How to use the most appropriate means to dissect the required parts. Only through the anatomy of the corpses can we obtain this cruel knowledge and experience.

Killing a creature can be done by many people, but the real black wizard can get the material he needs from the body.

These murals were too cruel to look at a few more, and Elaine closed his eyes and dared not look at it again.

She hugged Ai Wen's right arm and carefully followed him.

Hermione also held Ai Wen's left hand, although she did not close her eyes, but the palm of her hand was full of sweat.

In the face of these terrible murals, don't say that the little wizards like them, even the evil black wizards come here, will panic, lamenting that a person or magic can actually be evil to this extent.

"Let's go!" said Ai Wen. "There is no need to look at it one by one. We are not planning to use this magic."

"Yeah." Hermione nodded and could feel the heavyness of her breathing. "I have never seen such a black magic. No, I didn't even think about it. This despicable Haierbo, how crazy he is and Will evil invent this magic?"

"After all, he is the most powerful and influential black wizard currently known, the last ancient warlock, the founder of the modern dark magic system." Ai Wen said, taking note of Hermione's expression, "Well, if Let me say that his head is definitely not normal. Look at the other two magics that he knows that he invented. Normal people will think of splitting their souls into soul devices, or use magic **** to lay eggs and let them It hatches to make a basilisk."

Don't say normal people, or wizards with abnormal spirits, I am afraid I can't think of such incredible thoughts.

Want to be a black wizard like Voldemort, as long as it is cruel and powerful enough.

But to become a black wizard like the despicable Haierbo, you need to have enough imagination while you are strong.

At least in Ai Wen's view, this incredible black magic is hard to create.

The mural is nearing the end, which is what Ivan did not see before.

The pyramid appeared again, and the despicable Haierbo stood at the top of the altar. He held something like a scepter in his hand and lifted it up. The human soul that was collected before slowly rotated in the air to form a circular vortex. , flashing silver.

When Irvine's gaze moved there, the whirlpool seemed to really spin up, and the speed was getting faster.

In the whirlpool, the soul mourns, roars, twists, screams...

It can be felt that their pain and unwillingness, but useless, under the control of the despicable Haierbo, the soul is slowly paying attention to the circular objects in front of the altar. This seems to be a skeleton, and countless souls are centered on it. Rotating.

Plop, plop, this cockroach began to beat, like a heart plop, plop.

In the final picture, Haierbo disappeared, leaving only the skeleton to be left at the top of the pyramid altar.

Next to it is a row of small characters.

Between reality and illusion, the immortal existence is about to be born.

The sun will finally fall, the light will be extinguished, and only darkness and sleep will be eternal.

You can only get a sleep in order to get a secret of peace in the illusion.

In the dream, the tormented soul screams silently, and they surround and hold you tightly.

You feel cold and lonely, despair and madness are spreading, and you will all be alone in the end.

That great existence, it is standing behind you, don't move, don't breathe.

Embrace it with open arms and dedicate your soul. In the end, you will be equally immortal.

"What do these words mean?" Hermione looked at the words on the last mural. "It doesn't look like a spell."

"Maybe it's a hint for the final step of this magic." Ai Wen said thoughtfully. "It seems that before you become a horrible evil god, you have to give up life and give your soul to enter a strange space before you can Become immortal."

"too crazy!"

"Really, but that is what Voldemort needs to entangle, what we have to consider is how to destroy him." Ai Wen said.

Abandoning life and offering souls can complete the final integration.

The last recorded spell, if it works, can help the soul like Riddle acquire the entity.

The three men stepped up. After the murals ended, the ramps extended forward and entered a room. The walls on the four sides of the room were also painted with colored murals, but the protagonist was replaced by Salazar Slytherin himself.

On the mural, Slytherin is fighting the terrible evil spirit, using a lot of wonderful magic.

Seeing this familiar picture, Ai Wen’s first reaction was to raise his head.

At that time, the eyeball monster was squatting above the roof and attacked Ai Wen.

Let him have a lingering fear, but fortunately, the eyeball monster has no physical attack.

Evan lifted his head and let out a heavy sigh of relief. There was nothing on it.

"What's wrong?" Hermione looked at him strangely.

"Nothing!" Ai Wen shook his head and calmed his breath. "It's almost coming, we..."

He hadn't finished yet, and Elaine, who was next to him, suddenly fell down.