Chapter 88 The Demon King Lost Control, Kasa Conferred God

On the surface of the vast lake, fiery flames soared into the sky, reflecting a small half of the sky red.

In the flames, the white and jade-like skeletal giant snake was struggling desperately, shaking its head and tail like a living thing.

Beyond the flames, a young fire dragon with a pitch-black body and graceful lines glides in the air like a ghost.

Clark stood proudly on Nobeta's back, quietly watching the sea of ​​flames under his feet.

"Tom Riddle, I know you're here, don't hide inside and keep silent." He shouted at the basilisk skeleton in the sea of ​​fire, his tone very sure.

Smart people always think a lot, and Riddle is no exception.

After he drilled out of the pipe, he used magic to separate a phantom that was false and real, and prepared to flee separately so as to mislead the pursuers.

It's just that ordinary people are chasing, and often subconsciously choose relatively large goals.

And Tom Riddle turned his head one more way, thinking that with Clark's ingenuity, it was impossible not to guess his split-up escape strategy.

So Riddle chose to do the opposite, let the phantom pretend to be the real body and sneak away, but he pretended to be the phantom and stayed with the more conspicuous basilisk skeleton.

Before Riddle wanted to come, he was I guessed you would guess my plan.

I was originally on the first floor, and Clark might be on the second floor, but I was actually on the third floor.

It's a pity that the idea is very good, but what Riddle doesn't know is that Clark has long been standing outside the atmosphere.

From the moment he was resurrected, no, no, no, maybe earlier, since Clark obtained his Horcrux diary, the course of fate had been deflected.

After all, one party is the heir of a pure-blooded family who has read the original works well, is extremely intelligent, and knows all kinds of secret information.

On the other side is the dark lord who has been trapped in the horcrux for many years, blinded and arrogant.

If the husband has not fought and the temple counts as a winner, it must be counted as more; if the temple has not fought and the temple is counted as invincible, it must be counted as less. More counts to win, less counts to win, let alone nothing?

Tom Riddle's failure is doomed, it is not a disparity in power, but an asymmetry in information.

Yes, Riddle has already felt that the fate in the dark is tightly strangling his throat,

Make him almost out of breath.

"Clark Prewett!"

He got out from the nearly burnt basilisk skeleton, flew in front of Clark, and called out the name of the person in front of him through gritted teeth.

The hysterical voice was full of Tom Riddle's despair, and he didn't even know where this despair came from.

He obviously gained new power when he was resurrected, which is a power that can get rid of the influence of the magic power of chaos, so as to gain a glimpse of a higher realm.

Even if he meets Dumbledore now, he still...

"So it was really you, Tom."

A very familiar, even unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind him, interrupting Tom Riddle's thoughts.

He saw a playful smile on Clark's face, turned around with difficulty, and saw an old wizard with a long beard and a hooked nose, looking at him with a smile.

Time seems to have returned to that summer more than fifty years ago. He was sitting on a gray blanket with a book in his hand.

The old man in front of him is just like now, smiling kindly.

"Dumbledore!" A hoarse voice squeezed out of Tom Riddle's throat, "Why are you here?"

Yes, standing behind Tom Riddle was Principal Dumbledore who had just returned.

"Oh, Tom, you're still the same as ever. You don't even want to call me professor."

Dumbledore twirled his wand and looked at his students.

"Today, those school managers have all contacted me. They heard that the children of the Longbottom family were killed, and they all hope that I will come back immediately.

Apparently, after all this fuss, they still seemed to think I was the best fit for the job.

But you, Tom, why are you here? "

A trace of flush appeared on Tom Riddle's pale cheeks, "Don't you know?"

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and sighed, "I should have known, Tom, so it's you this time, right?"

"Heh, heh, heh."

Tom Riddle let out a penetrating laugh, he suddenly found a way to break his fate, Dumbledore seemed not to be of the same mind as that Clark.

As smart as he is, he immediately discovered the opportunity in the middle. Even if he couldn't escape, he would not let this little bastard who deceived him wish.

He knew what kind of man Dumbledore was, and if there was even a little doubt about it, Clark would be finished.

So he opened his mouth, "Of course..."

Riddle seemed to hear heavy breathing coming from behind him, that little bastard might be very nervous, he definitely didn't want Dumbledore to know about it.

In this case, let me be a good person and expose you.

A vicious smile appeared on Tom Riddle's face, "Of course... this time, I did it too!"

No, Tom Riddle was startled, this is not what I want to say.

It's just that on the outside, the smile on his face is still the same, and the words in his mouth are still out of his control.

"It was me, I opened the Chamber of Secrets, released the basilisk, absorbed the power of death, I, Tom Riddle, the great Voldemort, finally came back to life."

Tom Riddle looked at Dumbledore, smiling wildly, showing off, but his heart was as cold as the polar ice, biting to the bone.

He desperately wanted to open his mouth and speak his mind, "The murderer is Clark, he released the basilisk, and he resurrected me."

But when these words came to my lips, they turned into, "I didn't expect that the heir of Slytherin turned out to be me, Dumbledore, you just missed it back then..."

Why, why the hell is this, why is my body out of control!

He wants to raise his hand to cast a spell, wants to reveal the truth, but the fact is that his soul seems to be disconnected from his body.

It seemed that something was slowly but firmly entering his body.

"You framed a kind man..." Dumbledore shook his head when he heard Tom Riddle's words.

"But what I'm most interested in is, how did you go to Hogwarts to open the Chamber of Secrets?

Because according to my sources, after the failed incident last year, you should be hiding in the Albanian forest and licking your wounds. "

"Tell him, it's Clark Prewett! It's Clark Prewett!" Tom Riddle shouted desperately in his heart.

But what came out of his mouth was, "My servants are everywhere, Dumbledore, your 'love' cannot eliminate desires, and they will always provide help within their ability when I need it."

enough!

Listening to the words with completely different meanings coming out of his mouth, Tom Riddle was almost going crazy with anger. What happened?

And when he was depressed and mad in his heart, a faint sneer came from behind him.

It's Clark Prewett.

Tom Riddle suddenly realized that he was playing tricks on all of this. Is this little bastard really his nemesis?

No, I still have a backhand... and a backhand, that crystal, that divine crystal that contains the divinity of [God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic]. The power of a god is omnipotent.

Only then did Riddle remember the thing he had swallowed during his resurrection.

But the next moment, he came back to his senses, why did he only remember now, as if there was some mysterious power that made him ignore the divine crystal.

He remembered that the existence of this divine crystal was also told to him by Clark back then, could it be...

If Tom Riddle had downloaded the national anti-fraud app, he would have received a reminder that what fell from the sky was not necessarily a pie, but a trap.

It's a pity that he understood it a little too late.

If Riddle had clairvoyance, he could see.

Hundreds of meters deep underground in that Hogwarts castle, in that Slytherin chamber, Hermione Granger was standing on the magic circle painted with the divine emblem of [God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic] , speaking exactly the same words as him.

Whether it's movements, demeanor, or tone of voice, the performance of the two people is exactly the same, as if they are sharing the same soul.

And if you move the time forward a bit, back to when Clark followed Tom Riddle into the pipeline, you can see Hermione's specific operation.

After receiving the knowledge transmitted to her by Clark, she directly took out the consecrated statue of [God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic] from the magic pocket that the other party gave her.

Hermione placed the statue in the center of the magic circle drawn by Clark, and then continued to take out various alchemy materials and place them on each node of the magic circle.

After everything was ready, she stood at the top of the triangular circle, holding a fire dragon stomach full of gold and a pituitary gland of a cat and leopard, and began to cast the spell.

As for the name of this spell, it is [Karthus Apotheosis].

【Karsus's avatar】(karsus''s avatar)

Spell Level: 12

Field: enchantment

Spell Components: Incantation, gesture, material, circle

Cast time: 6 hours

Saving Throw: Special

Range of action: unlimited

Duration: Unlimited

Area of ​​Effect: One God

Materials for casting: Stone-filled stomach of a golden dragon, pituitary gland of a Tarasque monster

Spell effect: When the spell is successfully cast, it can forcibly deprive the target of the spell of all knowledge, memory, priesthood, and godhead, and be replaced by the caster. It should be noted that when the spell is cast, the god will know this regardless of whether he has made a saving throw check or not.

According to the knowledge that Clark obtained from the fragments of the god of knowledge, [Karthus Apotheosis], as the only twelve-ring spell in the world created by the great arcanist Karthus in the dnd world, is a kind of magic that can make spellcasting Mythical level magic for those who become gods in one step.

This great arcanist, who was born in the Nether Empire in Faerun, is a real magic genius. Any magic in front of him is easy to learn and easy to understand, as if he has always been familiar with them. of.

Even Hermione, the so-called academic master, compared to him, seemed to have such a big gap between a Nobel Prize winner and an ordinary high school student.

And it took such a brilliant arcanist more than 10 years to research this spell.

It is so complex that the caster must use a stone-filled maw of a golden dragon and the pituitary gland of a tesquilla as the physical components of the spell.

When this spell was created, it was the most difficult time for the Netheril Empire.

Within, the great Archmage Iolum disappeared.

In addition, Felin Mokui's magic absorption has made the living environment of magicians worse and worse.

People in the Nether Empire are panicked every day, and the great arcanists are always worried, because the situation in this empire has indeed reached the brink of mutiny.

At this time, Karthus made the most important decision in his life: he felt that he should shoulder the important task of restoring the country from peril.

In order to reorganize the Nether Empire and continue the splendor of magic, he decided to seize the power of the gods.

So after years of research, he finally created a kind of magic, and then used it on himself.

This spell is [Incarnation of Karthus], also known as [Karthus Apotheosis], a unique twelve-ring spell in the world, which can temporarily steal the power of a god.

Karthus chose Mystril, the original goddess of magic at the time, as his target.

Finally, he cast this powerful spell, and the spell was very successful, a little unexpectedly smooth.

But he never thought that his behavior would permanently change the way magic works, and at the same time bury his empire with his own hands.

The use of [Karthus God Conferring Art] caused the holy power to rush into Karthus' body and soul, they were turbulent and wildly agitated.

At that moment, Karthus successfully replaced Mystril and became the god of magic in this world!

He has endless magical energy, and his mind is filled with countless incredible magical knowledge.

But it was this knowledge that made him realize what a horrible and fatal mistake he had made: the power and knowledge he had obtained were beyond the reach and possession of a mortal like him!

As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility.

The duty of the first generation goddess of magic, Mysril, is to control the magic energy network, distribute magic energy according to the order of the magicians, and at the same time use her own magic power to repair the magic network and maintain the stability of the entire cosmic magic energy network.

After all, with the abuse of magic by the Nether Empire and the proliferation of Felin's magic sunflowers, the magic net is often in a damaged state.

However, Karthus didn't have this ability at all. When he realized this, the disaster in the wizarding world had already happened irreparably.

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