Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Sweet dreams and nightmares, invisible spiritual forces converge around the statue of Quetzalcoatl on the jade carving.

Not long after, just a few minutes, a crack suddenly appeared on the body of the giant feathered snake.

At the same time, Lynn opened her eyes.

"Perhaps it won't be long before we can catch that guy by the tail."

Chapter 666 The Source of Nightmare

“Bang…Bang…Bang…”

Frequent and regular sounds echoed deep in the valley.

From the huge pit that can accommodate hundreds of people and large engineering equipment at the same time, a steady stream of limestone is transported out, and historical traces from hundreds of millions of years ago are gradually revealed.

Boyce, who has been fighting on the front line from beginning to end, feels that if he returns to the UK in his current state, not only his friends but even his family may not recognize him.

But on this construction site, he was still a decent man, at least he looked neater than his teammates - after all, he was wearing a magical robe that offset most of the environmental impact.

But no matter what, even if the wizard does not need to do any physical labor and just casts magic, half a month of high-intensity work still makes him feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Compared to working day and night here, the special training in school seemed so easy and carefree, so much so that he began to miss the days when Doris dragged him into duel training.

In his rare free time, apart from resting and sleeping, he would count the days on his fingers - there were only about ten days left until Percy's disloyal and hypocritical wedding. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to return to England by then.

At least that's what Frank promised.

This has also become the common expectation of him and many of his teammates who share the same pain.

No matter whether they are new or old, as wizards they rarely perform such work, but in order to keep it strictly confidential, only they can complete this task.

With this experience, they have initially established a "comrade-in-arms" relationship.

Just when they had adapted to the rhythm and were ready to do a great job, the mission came to an abrupt end, leaving everyone with a sense of unreality and emptiness.

It was the afternoon of August 8th. Boyce and his team, who were about to take over from the previous team, had just left the cool and comfortable magic tent when Frank, who was also tanned, appeared and stopped them.

Then, everyone started packing up, and by the evening only an empty camp was left.

Just as they didn't know why it started, they also didn't know why the mission ended here.

This is true of British wizards, as well as wizards from Africa, Asia and America.

As they are at the executive level, they simply set out on their journey home with unsatisfied curiosity.

However, even the most curious Beuys no longer had the energy to get to the bottom of the matter.

He just wanted to get back to his home as soon as possible, sleep comfortably for a day or two, and wash away all his fatigue.

Then another trip to London.

As for whether to show off, play the victim or something else... he hasn't figured it out yet.

Anyway, you have to go!

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As the sun sets in the west, the campsite that was once brightly lit day and night now seems a little deserted and bleak.

Most of the equipment and materials had been transported away, but there were still some large items left that were difficult to transport and not worth much.

A series of dark shadows came closer and closer, landing on the open space outside a huge pit that was hundreds of meters deep.

Lynn was closest and could already feel the deep magic contained in the rock formations.

Beside him, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who had come specially for him, stood on his left and right, had already drawn their wands, and stood in a triangle with him, providing cover and support for each other.

A little further back, the core members of the Stargazers, led by Euphemia, brought a huge iron box.

When the lid of the box was opened, countless weak magical powers that originated from deep underground gathered together and formed a tower.

On the top was the jade sculpture of Quetzalcoatl, and underneath it, there were dozens of artifacts or other objects of various shapes piled together, condensing highly similar magical powers.

“Then I’ll leave it to you all.” Lin En said softly, then closed his eyes and sank his mind into a mysterious dream.

The invisible energy was surging in all directions, like a roaring tiger in a dream world, which was chilling.

Euphemia raised her wand, and the soft white light connected to everyone's body, like a big net, or like an invisible barrier, guarding the wizard's fragile body.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who were not affected at all, looked at each other, stepped forward at the same time, and pointed their wands at the bottomless pit.

In an instant, dazzling light dispelled the darkness, and the loud explosion became deafening due to the echo of the terrain.

The next moment, dark energy, carrying with it countless negative emotions, poured out from the underground fault, releasing the despair and resentment of countless ancient creatures on the verge of destruction after tens of millions of years.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg, far from the core area.

The huge meteorite crater covers tens of thousands of square kilometers, covering more than one-tenth of the land even in the vast Yucatan Peninsula.

This is the destruction caused by the asteroid with a diameter of nearly ten kilometers.

Compared with the extinction of species, the first to bear the brunt are the billions of creatures living here, whose demise is instantaneous rather than long-term.

No one knows what these strange energies are, but everyone knows clearly where they come from, especially Dumbledore and Grindelwald, a pair who have personally experienced the extreme darkness brought by Merlin.

Death is a concept that brings equal destruction to all living things. It is also the source of fear and the origin of all negative emotions.

Undoubtedly, the asteroid that instantly destroyed countless lives and led to the extinction of almost all life on the earth is the best footnote to the concept of death - even if the creatures of that era may not have the level of civilization to describe this concept.

This was one of the most devastating natural disasters, and any killing seemed insignificant compared to it.

At the same time as the last layer of limestone was shattered by the magical bombardment, all the things piled up in the big iron box, regardless of age and material, seemed to be summoned from underground, and a column of smoke rose up into the sky, as if it had become some kind of special beacon.

This is not the origin of the meteorite falling, but it has become the target of all negative emotions.

The entire peninsula was instantly stirred, as if an earthquake had erupted, awakening the power and emotions buried deep within the planet.

As the earth shook, the wizards standing on the outskirts of the tiankeng, who were hit the hardest, stood firm, as if they had taken root.

The majestic world tree has deep roots, and its lush branches are tightly connected to everyone, integrating magic and the original power of life to resist the wrath of nature and the dead.

This is a struggle between the great and the small.

However, in the face of the power of the legendary wizard, the struggle unexpectedly became an evenly matched one.

The purification of the World Tree and the erosion of negative energy reached a temporary balance, just like a scale swinging up and down.

Birth and death, creation and destruction, the essential concepts of magic emerged clearly before everyone's eyes.

That was the rhythm of rules, the sublime thing that Merlin had been longing for all his life.

At this moment, Lin En, who was guarded in the middle, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Dead guys should rest in peace instead of making trouble like this."

A plain voice sounded quietly, and with a wave of his hand, white light spread in all directions.

In just a moment, everything in the iron box was wiped out, leaving no trace.

Under the impact of magic that is of completely opposite nature and represents limits and rules, all matter appears fragile.

What followed was a surge of energy.

That was the source of the nightmare, and the foundation on which Merlin depended for his survival.

And now, under the glow of the World Tree, they are disappearing rapidly.

Looking sharply into the bottomless darkness, a bright light gradually appeared in Lin En's eyes.

"I finally caught you, Merlin."

Chapter 667: The End of Merlin (Part )

The raging black energy is neither magic nor any special substance. It is like a dream, but not a dream; like reality, but not reality.

Countless complex emotions gathered together, but they neutralized each other and turned into the purest resentment and hostility.

There is no longer a source, nor a destination. It is just pure resentment and hostility, fermenting deep underground and connecting with the new creatures on this land, becoming the sum of all negativity.

This purity gives it extreme destructive power, and it continues to grow and accumulate.

And at the deepest level of these energies, a familiar soul is sleeping.

But it's not just simple sleep.

It is like a fetus still in its mother's womb, experiencing another gestation.

That is Merlin, but it may not be the Merlin who has disappeared. No one knows what it will eventually be.

Merlin was just a code name, it was and it is.

Just like the noun "nightmare" and its corresponding concept.

Precisely because we don’t know where they come from or where they are going, such symbols are particularly important.

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Even the most powerful wizard cannot truly compete with nature, at least Lin En cannot do that now.

However, the negative energy that emerged here, which was almost a world-destroying disaster, was by no means natural in nature. It still remained at the level of living beings, but it had achieved a certain dynamic balance through countless years of consumption and accumulation, and it became increasingly refined.

But at the end of the day, it's still within the realm of human power.

This is also the most important reason why Merlin, who was born from it, can never break the rules.

He is an aggregate of the "knowns" and has the natural advantage of being born with knowledge, but naturally he also has to pay a price.

The price is that he will never be able to touch the "unknown", a realm that transcends the limits of his existence.

His planning and attempts, which had lasted for who knows how many years, were ultimately in vain in the face of congenital defects.

And now, the eternal life and immortality built on mountains of corpses and seas of blood have also faced the most severe challenge in history.

Above the bottomless tiankeng, Lin En, who had done all the preparations to the utmost, turned his head to look at his companions behind him, and jumped down without hesitation. Like a dazzling halo, he fell into the abyss-like underground world.

Wherever it passed, light dispelled darkness and brought all devastated things back into the world.

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Incalculably deep underground, Merlin is sleeping.

To be precise, it is a special kind of energy that is dormant, housing a broken soul that is being restored to life by the seemingly endless spiritual energy.

Compared to the negative emotions here, the magic used to enslave the "miners" of more ancient civilizations is nothing compared to them, even insignificant.

Merlin, who was conceived and grew up in this environment, is fundamentally different from humans and even all living things. He is a deformed being possessed only of evil thoughts and desires.

He can only have knowledge about other intelligent lives, but cannot understand their most important spiritual value system. Ultimately, he is isolated from the civilized world and has nowhere to go.

Now, even his consciousness is broken. He is like a small boat in the endless ocean of chaos, drifting with the flow, filling the gap with more evil thoughts and kneading his soul back together.

He is both Merlin and not Merlin, just like countless wailing sounds before death that echo for a long time in the spiritual world, and countless unwilling souls that are constantly bursting out with their last warmth.

The essential philosophical question of "Who am I" will remain an eternal mystery for him.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Because in his drowsy and hazy sleep, he felt the collapse of the energy around him, and then heard a voice that left a deep mark in his broken memory.

"We meet again, Mr. Merlin."

The sound was accompanied by a sharp pain as if being burned by fire.

No, this might not be right. After all, even in a deep sleep, the remaining consciousness let Merlin know that his body had already been completely destroyed.

All that remains is the soul.

It's the soul.

It's the soul!

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Lin En himself was no longer clear about how deep underground he was. He only knew that like an indestructible drill, he followed the results of countless people's efforts, going down and down, straight to the only goal of this journey.

The result was just as expected. Just north of the huge crater, at the explosion point where the meteorite fell to the ground, Merlin's remaining soul was exposed to the amber eyes that flashed an unprecedented sharp light, without any obstruction.

The black ocean that was once buried deep underground had long since disappeared under the illumination and purification of the World Tree, and even the surrounding rock formations were turned into dust.

Be it an earthquake, a collapse, or some other disaster, Lin En no longer cared about them. All he could see was Merlin waking up from his deep sleep under the suppression of Purple Shirt Rune.