Chapter 621 In Heaven, On Earth, In Hell
"what is that?!"
On the top floor of the center, a saint who was suffering from the sudden loss of control of the center suddenly caught a glimpse of the vision in the southwest direction, and hurried to the edge of the fence to observe what happened there.
Even though the distance is a full 60 kilometers, the sky that is completely different from the surrounding area is still conspicuous. The sky seems to have been wrung out of the water, and the thick fog is connected to the sky and hangs down, condensing into a ball in the unattainable mid-air like the eye of a storm. The deep vortex, inside the vortex, has the potential of thunder and wind. The deep vortex has opened up an endless passage, and its end seems to have far exceeded the limit of the sky, leading to an unknown high point.
He remembered that place. It was the favorite place for the founder of the Center, Mr. Nelson Wertning, to relax on weekdays. Many people said that he was a bloodthirsty person who loved hunting games, so he especially liked Auschwitz. It’s a disgusting place that would make you sick, but he who had passed the message for Grindelwald understood that what Nelson likes is just the small pavilion on the hill outside the town. He once saw Nelson sitting in that pavilion with a few hands in his hand. A paintbrush, in front of a blank drawing board, he does not seem to have the talent for painting, so that the paint on the strokes of the brush has dried, and he has not drawn a single stroke.
But now, the small pavilion and the mountain under the small pavilion are gone, and the magnetic poles and gravity of the world seem to be reversed, and a daunting gravitational force emerges from the vortex, turning the originally solid and unshakable The mountains and rocks were all sucked up, and hideous cracks suddenly appeared on the short peaks, spreading down the hillside, extending to the deserted streets of Auschwitz, and breaking away from the ground together with the road and the houses near the cracks Flying up, the one-piece poured house floats in the air together with the steel bars driven into the ground, making this split town present an unheard-of end-time scene.
The wizard was stunned, and even forgot to notify his colleagues and sound the alarm immediately. He just stood there dumbfounded, trembling all over, and didn't even feel the tremor coming from the railing on the roof.
The vegetation and facilities on the mountain were all peeled off, leaving only bare stone foundations and remnants of soil. Immediately afterwards, the entire hill let out an earth-shattering cry, and the rocky rocks wrapped in the soil were lifted from the ground. Standing up, implicated the main body under the ground which is much larger than the small hill, surrounded by terrible scars of rock torn, such a violent geological change is enough to set off a big earthquake in the surrounding area.
The sorcerer was almost unable to stand, he tightly grasped the deformed railing, stared wide-eyed, staring at the destructive scene in the distance, and then, a bottomless abyss deeper than the vortex in the sky A pit appeared in front of him. What was even more frightening was that the inside of this deep pit was not a section formed by the broken rock mass he imagined, but a smooth, silver circular wall with obvious human traces. .
This seems to be a man-made deep pit that goes straight to the center of the earth. No matter how strong the suction on the top of the head is, it does not distort the pit wall. Take all the dirt away.
The sound of restless gears came from the pit, which was almost the same as what he usually heard in the center. The wizard thought he had an auditory hallucination, but after repeated confirmation, he finally determined the source of the sound and the deep pit. Who is the builder.
Bai Sensen's shadow climbed up the pit wall, and suddenly, a ferocious snake head rushed out of the pit. After seeing its skeleton covered with bone spurs, the wizard took a step back in horror, and sat down on his buttocks. On the ground, there was a piercing pain from the tailbone, but he quickly realized that this snake bone, which was far larger than a normal creature, was not an undead or a living thing. Its interior was filled with complicated gears and pipelines. Under the control of the distinct magic machinery, it writhed frantically, crashing into everything around it like crazy. The pale bones hit the metal pit wall again and again, leaving scars on the bones and the pit wall. Finally, When the wall of the pit could not bear the impact and collapsed, the eye-opening silver torrent gathered into a cluster, pouring backward towards the sky with the momentum of the Milky Way!
The wizard didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing something and would never see it again in this life, he hurriedly took out an alchemy telescope produced by Nelson's Magic Factory, and stared carefully at the silver torrent, which was flowing rapidly, In the torrent that reached directly into the sky, he saw mayflies soaring high with their wings vibrating.
The metal body is filled with icy tones, but the crimson one-eyed exudes a shocking color. He is very familiar with small things like mayflies, and their flying figures are everywhere in the center. This is Will Lord Tenning is proud of his invention, although Lord Grindelwald will criticize them when he has nothing to do, but no one in the center agrees with Lord Grindelwald's statement that mayflies are "playing with things and losing consciousness" and "exotic skills", because they personally feel Seeing the great help these cute elves and the alchemy machines controlled by them have brought to the work of the center, it is not an exaggeration to say that they have changed the entire center!
But the wizard didn't remember that there were such human emotions in the eyes of these mayflies, as if there was an ignorant newborn soul hidden in the body of every little mayfly, which was obviously impossible!
He stood up tremblingly, ignoring the sharp pain coming from the tailbone, and adjusted the viewing distance of the telescope to the maximum. Soon, the sounds around the mayfly he was watching were heard in detail.
"Om..."
"Boom—boom—"
The depressing thunder shook his brain, and at some point, the saint who went upstairs to look for him saw the scene in the distance, and stood beside him, staring dumbfounded at the sky above Auschwitz.
The vortex seemed to be inaccessible, and the mayflies crowded neatly at the entrance, as if there was an invisible barrier above their heads, but they were quickly pushed up by the follow-up companions, and their one-eyed flickering eyes scanned everything around them , as if leaving the last impression of this world.
Immediately afterwards, the dazzling thunder net made the wizard's eyes pale. He threw away the binoculars in his hand and rubbed his tear-filled eyes vigorously. When he opened his eyes, the passage leading to the depths of the whirlpool had been blocked. When it was opened, endless mayflies gushed out from the ground and rushed into the vortex without knowing where they were going.
And metal fragments fell from the clouds and mist around the vortex in a torrential rain. There seemed to be a cruel slaughterhouse in the vortex, cutting the ignorant mayflies into pieces, throwing them away like garbage, and throwing them around .
The remains of the mayfly seemed to lead to hell, falling into the cracked ground and quickly blending in, leaving no trace of evidence of their existence.
The wizard tried his best to widen his bloodshot eyes, his canthus were tearing apart. If these mayflies really gave birth to ignorant intelligence like what he saw, then this is undoubtedly a cruel massacre!
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"I beg you, the souls that are not created by this world, become my destiny!"
Nelson's more passionate and mournful prayers resounded throughout the sky of Berlin. No one knew who he was praying to. In the eyes of most people, Nelson has created an unprecedented era like a god. Who can deserve it? What about his prayer?
But his actions are so pious. The gods are the creations of human beings' faith. Is there really a god in this world?
Nelson's behavior answered their doubts. He did not welcome an angel, but just completed a simple ceremony. The clouds and mist covering the sky were illuminated by the sun far beyond any paintbrush. Flying out of the pocket, it spun around him rapidly, so fast that their light and shadow almost merged into one, condensing into colorful black.
"Hate, injustice, resentment, ambition, greed, anger, violence, control...and love..."
Nelson looked at the "eyes" collected by himself during the magic adventure, which were the last traces of the enemies he defeated in this world. After putting the magic eyes belonging to Borgin Burke into the Moody With the help of missionaries, even though Muggles can use magic, they can't perceive the essence of magic after all. They can use tools, but they can't change it. Be like a wizard.
The warriors brought by Jokunda helped Nelson practice a partial solution to this problem-if there is no magic power and no sensitivity to magic, Familier born from magic power is enough to help them manipulate the wand like a real wizard, but After all, this is still using tools, which is fundamentally different from wizards.
What Nelson's former enemies left behind was the true answer to this question.
emotion.
Wizards are the lucky ones in this world. They are born with the power to use emotions to infect their surroundings, distort reality, and control matter. A little wizard with a magic wand can instinctively release magic power when he is emotional. Why can Peeves, the castle elf who has absorbed the evil thoughts of a little wizard, have such huge power? Why are powerful wizards often have a deeper past than others? , why Salem can also leave the same remnants as wizards - Muggles are not wooden people, they also have emotions not inferior to wizards, but compared to wizards who are born to know how to use this power, they still need a stepping stone, A key that truly opens the door to the wizarding world.
Nelson stretched out his hand and grabbed one of the eyes. Compared with the other eyes, it was more special, incorporeal, just a group of shadows shining with green light. It belonged to Isabel McGonagall, Minerva Mag's mother, the gemstone left behind was buried in the tomb as her only remaining body. At first Nelson thought that the green gemstone represented her sin of making "medicine", but under the brilliant morning glow In the depths of its light and shadow, which has faded away from the entity, there is a tinge of purple. Only now can Nelson understand that it is not a sin or a sign, but the heather that can be seen everywhere in the grasslands of the Scottish Highlands. This is her The deepest color in the story written in the short life represents her life of fighting for the "fairness" that her husband and family deserve.
Nelson glanced at Salem's black eyes, the two very different eyes left by Armando Dippet's split life, the dead gray that belonged to Dr. Sykes stripped from Jokunda's body... Under the control of his raised wand, the colorful black turned into a striking streamer, which hit the dense sky hard.
Almost in an instant, the sky was covered with a layer of rainy hues, and the thin clouds revealed the aura of billowing thick clouds. In the next second, the light and rain fell, and Nelson's prayers or spells sounded In the novel, people wearing missionaries feel as if they have grown a brand new organ, and a never-before-seen experience washes their brains accustomed to the material world.
Everything is turned upside down.
There was a sound in their ears that they had never heard before, as if a pair of invisible hands held their trembling palms with wands, supported them, and waved their wands like real wizards, while the one hidden in the rain The color, however, made them truly feel the power that they had never noticed before when the beating heart poured into the blood flowing into the limbs and bones when they waved the wand.
Tom's afterimage flickered in the air quickly, blocking the spells shot at Nelson one by one, but he was still too young, even with unprecedented talents, it was not enough to fulfill at this age, the first wave The attack was blocked with difficulty, but it was followed by a second wave of more ferocious attacks from the vigilant Aurors.
"Most of what they leave behind is hate," Nelson said, still muttering the damned long, stinky mantra behind his back, "but your love is in your heart."
Tom gritted his teeth, and his figure continued to flash rapidly, but he was good at destroying, and he didn't have the talent to defend, and eventually there were flaws in the loose defense line.
He doesn't believe in this evil, isn't he good at protecting? The corners of Tom's mouth were lifted up, and he let out a hoarse laugh. Standing in front of Nelson, facing the magic that he intentionally left out, he opened his arms.
As the eyelids dropped, his vision was engulfed in darkness.
"boom!"
Tom opened his eyes wide in surprise, in front of him was a black wall of people, those Muggles... He was as shocked as the Auror on the opposite side, they seemed really different, no longer blindly waving Nelson's metal wand like a monkey barbarian, but a wizard like himself.
Tom looked at the grand spell in front of him, and murmured, "This is? The ultimate... guardian?"
...
The stone house in the fierce battle was safe and sound. Nina sobbed and opened her arms, and hugged a non-existent person vigorously. Nelson's magic was filled with her excitement, and fragments of her soul gushed out from the blood holes in her eyes. Her complexion became paler, but the mist that belonged to her soul condensed into the figure of a fighter in her arms.
Misty illusion.
Ludwig felt the "thumping" heartbeat in his chest, and listened to the crying from afar. The fading colors could not be condensed on his body. He felt like a rope used for tug-of-war, falling into pain In the tug-of-war.
At this moment, it was the moment when he walked into the "door".
Suddenly, a thick cloudy wind with a breath of death came from a distance, and rushed towards the black arch without stopping. The strong wind lifted a corner of the veil, allowing the lost fog that had been silent for countless years in the illusion to flow again. stand up.