From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 473 Divine Spark

"How dare you, Losanda!"

An angry buzzing echoed across the entire battlefield. Melkor's voice was no longer difficult to discern; everyone recognized that it came from the gray wasteland in the center of the battlefield.

A beam of golden light pierced through the heavens and earth, breaking through the layers of dark clouds in Resven and swiftly halting the expansion of Melkor's divine power domain.

“I will fill the dew you offer with rotting corpses, and I will turn your hymn-singing monks into piles of withered bones! I will rip out the hearts of your beloved heroes, and let their last breaths become spitting in your contempt! I curse you! I curse you, you arrogant god of dawn!”

Melkor's furious roar seemed to have no effect on the pale skeleton shrouded in black robes that charged forward.

The shadowy figure wielding the Reaper's Scythe still floats and flies through the cracks of the world, but its speed is no longer as swift as when it first appeared.

Ivy clutched the spellcasting material for the Phoenix Sacred Flame tightly in her hand—a dazzling tail feather from the clone's spark—as she assessed the unfolding situation.

Although his act of taking Netherstone thoroughly enraged Melkor, causing him to burn his own avatar in order to unleash his divine power in a counterattack.

But it seems that in addition to Melkor, the god of end and despair, Losanda, the god of beginning and hope, also joined the battle using her divine power.

If this sun god were powerful enough, then Ivy wouldn't need to go to the afterlife.

But Ivy looked around and felt that the power of dawn that had fallen from the sky seemed a bit crooked.

The reaper's shadow that emerged from Melkor's realm was naturally aimed at Ivy's head, but the divine power of dawn that descended from the sky did not seem to be centered on where Ivy was.

While it did include Ivy in the scope, isn't saving people about going all out so that you can take advantage of her kindness later?

Losanda focused his divine power on Ivy's back, neither as if he intended to directly intercept Melkor's attack nor as if he intended to bestow divine power to protect Ivy. If word got out later that the mighty God of Dawn was actually a nearsighted person with poor aim, how embarrassing would that sound?

While inwardly grumbling, Ivy activated the [Phoenix Sacred Flame] that she had been silently preparing.

As colorful flames rose from the fibers of his dazzling tail feathers, Ivy's fur burst into flames in the blink of an eye. Even the air he exhaled and the gaze from his eyes transformed into a source of boundless heat.

Melkor's Reaper Shadow was right before him, his menacing bone scythe already raised above his head, about to unleash a curved strike that would reap Ivy's life and soul together.

With no time to lose, Ivy made up her mind to ignite the Phoenix's sacred flame and complete her first rebirth.

But the sudden clang of metal made his thoughts slow down a beat.

Ivy's time stop is still in effect. It's not surprising that Melkor, the god of the dead, can move at a relatively slow speed in stagnant time. As the spellcaster, Ivy can also move without hindrance. But apart from this god and this one person, who else has the ability to resist the mage's supreme secret of transformation magic, the ninth-circle arcane technique of time stop?

It is indeed possible that Irene is the daughter of Serenne, but her strength is mediocre. Although she possesses the power of immortality, she was just pierced through the heart by the adamantite drill of the Shadow Destroyer. It is hard to say whether the wound has healed yet, so how could she cause such an amazing commotion?
"Rule number one: Protect Ivy Doom."

A dull, monotonous, mechanical synthesized voice rang out from above Ivy's head. Suddenly, a huge shadow replaced Losanda's divine radiance and enveloped Ivy.

The Shadow Destroyer's dark blue body, which was like solidified night smoke, has now become as radiant as the rising sun. Its adamantite drill bit, covered with specks of divine blood, and its piston-shaped siege hammer are crossed on either side, firmly blocking the Reaper's Shadow's massive scythe and preventing it from advancing an inch.

Although he didn't quite understand why the Shadow Slayer he had personally created could withstand Melkor's full-force attack, nor how this adamantite head without a language system had learned to speak, Ivy knew that this was a golden opportunity.

He thrust the half-burnt phoenix tail feather in his hand forward, and the seven-colored holy fire rising from his body also transformed into a torrent, flowing against the divine power domains where Melkor and Losanda were locked in a stalemate, and swept away as a surging giant wave.

This is no longer a spell with a fixed spell model; it's just that Ivy is following the spellcasting instincts of a warlock and unleashing her power to the fullest.

Although he always prides himself on being a research-oriented spellcaster, once he gets into action, he fights like a sorcerer who uses his senses and body to cast spells. It can only be said that a flash of inspiration can be used not only in researching magic, but also in close combat.

The rebellious phoenix flames, raging in reverse, indiscriminately licked at everything in front of Ivy. Even the tentacles of the Shadow Destroyer, forged from adamantite, showed signs of softening and deforming, not to mention the Reaper Shadow, who was locked in a stalemate with the golem while wielding a scythe.

The black, mist-like robes were scorched by the sacred fire, and the poisonous fog and smoke spread instantly. However, under the propulsion of Losanda's divine light, these deadly poisonous forces could not advance and could only disperse into the divine realm belonging to Melkor behind them.

The Shadow Destroyer's adamantite breastplate emitted a series of sounds as it deformed and opened, revealing the Dawn Cannon Crystal that had destroyed the Mind Flayer's mainframe.

There was no charging, no recharging, and not even aiming.

The Dawn Cannon, not yet cooled down, fired again, blasting the Reaper Shadow, who was locked in a stalemate with the Shadow Destroyer with his bone scythe, into a pile of tattered rags and bone fragments. Then, the golden laser followed the path the Reaper Shadow had taken, blasting all the way into Melkor's divine domain—that lifeless, gray wasteland.

Unlike Melkor, who announces himself upon entering the battlefield, threatens loudly when the battle situation is unfavorable, and curses loudly when a sneak attack fails.

Losanda, the God of Dawn, is a man of few words and ruthless actions. With the help of the Shadow Destroyer, he launched a Dawn Cannon directly into the home base of his arch-enemy.

It's a pity that Ivy didn't see the results of that shot.

However, judging from the speed at which Melkor shrinks his divine power domain, it must be extremely effective.

Compared to Milcor's shrinking of his divine power domain, which resembled turning off a black-and-white television, Losanda's shrinking of his domain was a solemn and dignified gesture, even carrying a hint of smugness—He even managed to heal the Flame Fist and Harp Player who were injured in the battle!

"Give the command, Creator Ivy Doom." The Shadow Destroyer, on tiptoe, stepped over Ivy's head, then scanned the area with its Dawn Cannon, confirming that Melkor's divine power had completely vanished, before shrinking its body and crouching in front of Ivy. Hearing the monotonous and emotionless synthesized voice, Ivy felt a strange sense of warmth rise within her.

It was clear that the God of Dawn, Losanda, had infused his divine power into the Shadow Destroyer, using the Dawn Cannon within its body to deliver a good blow to his old nemesis.

However, as Losanda's divine power was being channeled into the golem, some things happened that Ivy was still unaware of. Fortunately, the golem before him seemed to still obey his commands, so Ivy pondered for a moment and said loudly, "Report your status, and explain what happened. I feel that you seem to have gained true intelligence?"

"Creator's command confirmed. Status self-check, begin..." The Shadow Destroyer stood up on the earth's surface again, moving each of its parts in turn. The sound of gears meshing and linkages twisting was quite loud before it stopped.

"Status self-check complete. Except for the risk of melting and deformation of the bottom armor and the joints of the second and third tentacles, the condition is good. Overload high temperature will continue - seven, six... two, one. Overload high temperature has cooled down, and there is no risk of wear and deformation of the outer armor. There is still one drop of divine blood left in the core, which allows the Dawn Cannon to be fired again."

"Situation Explanation: The divine power from Losanda, the God of Dawn, activated the divine blood in the core of my mind, ignited the divine spark belonging to Losanda, and endowed me with ever-evolving wisdom."

"Losander, the god of dawn, has also bestowed upon me a new mission—to fight to cleanse the world of all darkness. My identity is comparable to that of Lady Asmoirein, daughter of Serene. I am Losander's force of justice, the rage ignited by his righteous indignation."

"The original Shadowbreaker was a war machine created by the creator, Ivy Doom. Although my mind was shaped by the divine power of Losanda, it is consistent with the simple artificial mind of the Shadowbreaker, and not two completely different constructs. Therefore, you can still call me the Shadowbreaker. Whatever the purpose, I will always follow the rules of artificial life set by the creator and fulfill the mission given to me by Losanda, the Goddess of Dawn."

Ivy frowned, looking at the adamantine golem that had suddenly transformed into a divine construct: "You're going to obey the commands of two people at the same time?"

“No. The God of Dawn, Losanda, did not command me to obey His orders. My mission is to fight to cleanse the world of all darkness.” The visual sensor above the Shadow Destroyer’s head flickered intensely for a moment, then continued to emit a mechanical synthesized voice, “Corrected description: I will always obey your orders and fight to cleanse the world of all darkness.”

Ivy leaned back, realizing he'd really gotten a good deal.

Losanda's divine power descended from the heavens not to save Ivy, but to create a dawn messenger who would fight for himself.

This is not surprising, since Ivy stuffed the divine blood belonging to Losanda into the mind core of the Shadow Destroyer.
Back when those four drops of divine blood were still a hammer, although it had been placed underground in the monastery occupied by the Githyanki, those noseless green-skinned creatures had never found the hammer, so Losanda, with its many believers, naturally had no time to pay attention to it.

Later, Ivy took the hammer and even extracted the divine blood inside for research. However, under the cover of Shar's Shadow Curse, they remained at peace.

Now that the Shadow Curse has been broken by Ivy herself, and in order to destroy the Supreme God, the Shadow Destroyer is constantly consuming Losanda's divine blood to activate the Dawn Cannon. It would be strange if the true master didn't discover it.

However, the basic artificial mind and artificial life rules that Ivy had set up in advance actually caused Los Santos's attempt to use a borrowed tool to its advantage to backfire, which was something no one had expected.

Thinking about this, Ivy couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

If he had known that this adamantine golem could truly become an artificial intelligence life form, he should have created a comprehensive and logically rigorous set of rules within its core, instead of simply modifying the Three Laws of Robotics and stuffing it in. He had seen many movies and TV shows where artificial intelligence broke through human limitations and wreaked havoc.

What's done is done, and there's no use in regretting it.

On the contrary, the fact that those four rules, which were casually put together, actually took precedence over the mission that Losanda assigned to the chosen constructs was something to be celebrated.

"You've dealt with Death? I quite liked his hat... Stop talking to that machine! Ivy!" The high-ranking harpist, wielding dual swords, hacked to death a cultist who had climbed onto the roof and shouted down at Ivy, "Cultists are already flanking us from the side! Think of something, mage! The healing spell was great, but their numbers are just too overwhelming!"

Before Ivy spoke, it was the Shadowbreaker that spoke. Its freely moving visual sensors rotated 180 degrees, pointing at Jashira standing on the roof: "High Harpist Jashira, I am not 'that machine,' I am the Shadowbreaker, the war machine of the creator Ivy Doom, the force of justice in Losanda. I fight to eliminate all darkness in the world."

This child is quite polite and knows how to read people when speaking.

“Alright, Exterminator.” The hero of Baldur’s Gate raised an eyebrow. “There are a lot of cultists over there. Eliminating them will definitely make this world a brighter place. Do you want to come with me?”

The Shadow Destroyer did not answer, but instead turned its head to look at Ivy again.

What else could Ivy say? He shrugged, indicating that the adamantine golem could decide for itself.

The Shadow Destroyer's visual sensors immediately lit up with a dangerous red light, activating all its combat systems, and it turned and headed to the front lines.

“I saw what he did at the Tower of the Moonrise, it was amazing. I believe that machine will greatly relieve our pressure.” Standing on the roof, Jasira nodded to Ivy, and casually summoned a vine whip to throw another enemy who had bypassed the wall of fire off the roof. “By the way, I really like your new hairstyle.”

Watching the twenty-something-year-old woman nimbly leap off the roof and charge into the enemy ranks alongside the adamantine golem, Ivy sighed and reached out to touch her head.

Although the Phoenix Sacred Flame was not fully activated, the flame still had all the expected effects.

Ivy didn't perform [Fire Elemental Summoning] today, so all the hair on her body was sacrificed because of this incomplete spell.

Even his flamboyant and ornate bard attire was mostly destroyed by the sacred flame, barely covering his vital parts.

From other people's perspectives, Ivy could almost cosplay as Selby's bald-headed archmage.

However, for Ivy, who was quite accomplished in potion making, restoring her smooth hair was just a matter of a potion, and not a problem at all.

At most, it was just that my companions' gazes were a bit harsh.

Ivy suddenly understood why baldness was considered a hairstyle for the strong; simply enduring the gazes coming from all directions was something not everyone could do.

(End of this chapter)