The Sun God has departed.
The moon in the sky was obscured once again.
This is the work of Reckless Goddess.
She no longer needed to guard against the prying eyes of her relatives, but she still needed to guard against the prying eyes of other gods, who were the primary targets of her guard, since interfering in human affairs violated the rules in a certain way.
What kind of secret do you have?
The Reckless Goddess was extremely curious about the secrets surrounding Ian.
"Um, secrets aren't important."
Faced with the question from the Reckless Goddess, Ian shook his drowsy head and did not answer. Although he had some guesses in his mind, he certainly could not reveal them to others casually.
This, after all, involves where he came from, which is Ian's deepest secret.
"Let's check on Tom's condition first." Ian chose to change the subject, a tactic that wasn't very effective, even though Riddle was lying there, his life hanging in the balance.
"I had no idea you were so concerned about this guy." The Reckless Goddess scrutinized the young Wizard from head to toe, still inwardly shocked by the injuries her father had sustained.
" Merlin, don't you know he's my brother Tom? We grew up in the same yard!" Ian slapped Riddle repeatedly with an extremely "grief" expression.
The young Dark Lord's face was swollen from being slapped, but he still showed no signs of waking up from his slumber.
"You're actually telling the truth!" The Reckless Goddess clearly had the ability to discern lies, which was why she was astonished. She'd already called him "brother," yet he'd been chasing her all this way to this day?
What a melodramatic plot of love, hate, and revenge spanning two thousand years!
The Reckless Goddess was shocked by Ian's message.
This did allow Ian to temporarily succeed in changing the subject.
"Of course I'm telling the truth, otherwise why would he come to me for help when he's in trouble?" Ian was clearly taking advantage of Riddle's inability to refute him; he punched Riddle in the nose but didn't wake Riddle up.
"So, are you two entangled in a battle of righteousness and evil, black and white?" The Reckless Goddess " at least has the word "woman" in her name, and enjoying gossip is clearly a common trait among women.
She had even imagined a storyline rich in England flavor.
"No, no, no, he and Potter, Harry Potter, are destined to be entangled. I'm just a random intruder." Ian corrected the Reckless Goddess's misconception.
"Explain in detail which type of intrusion."
Just as this goddess, who was tormenting BL fans, had her eyes shining...
"What are you doing taking out scissors?" She was somewhat surprised to find that the little Wizard had taken out a pair of scissors and then sniped at the air a few times to test how sharp they were.
"I'm wondering if love, being the greatest magic, can also create miracles, since it can take away the ability to love," Ian honestly stated his thoughts.
He wanted to awaken the sleeping Riddle with real pain.
"Um... I don't think he'd want you to do that." Of course, the Reckless Goddess could understand Ian's words; she was Greece goddess, and it was impossible for her to be pure of heart after being influenced by what she saw and heard.
"I don't care what he thinks, I care what I think." Ian didn't want to take off Riddle's pants, so he simply lifted Riddle's robe and roughly found a spot.
Well, how should I put it?
It makes no difference whether you cut a little more or a little less.
It's enough if it can cause you heart-wrenching pain.
Seeing Ian gesturing, the Reckless Goddess felt a chill run down her spine and was filled with dread.
"I think we can completely ignore him. He can't be used against Helpo anyway. Let him sleep here, and we'll deal with his problem later."
The Reckless Goddess ultimately couldn't bear to see human suffering.
She patiently and earnestly tried to persuade the young Wizard.
"Didn't you say that the Silent Mist Nightmare is rewriting history? To be honest, Tom's life is far less important than the history he's involved in. If his childhood history is distorted, it might affect me as well."
"If anything were to happen at the Wu's Orphanage, it would likely have a significant impact on my history." Yes, that's why Ian wanted to wake Riddle as soon as possible.
He didn't want to be implicated because of Riddle. Although he and Riddle didn't have much in common, the Wu's Orphanage Riddle a key place that connected them both.
"Don't worry, you don't need to worry about that at all." The Reckless Goddess immediately shook her head with a laugh upon hearing this, and spoke softly as she looked at Riddle face was pale on the ground.
"He's just an ordinary Wizard. The Silent Mist Nightmare Silent Mist Nightmare can't draw much power from him; it only becomes stronger when it hosts a powerful host."
"To distort history, one must at least parasitize Legend." With that, the Reckless Goddess looked up into the depths of the temple, where she, like her father, was bathed in the radiance of the sun.
certainly.
It wasn't as dazzling as the Sun God.
However, the special effects are definitely top-notch.
The light was not a single, bright ray, but rather like a surging golden wave, spreading outwards in wave after wave. Each ray contained boundless energy, like countless miniature suns twinkling and leaping, enveloping everything in a warm and dazzling golden halo.
This radiance not only dispels darkness but also heals the wounds of living beings and gives all things the power to grow. Riddle's previous injuries are being repaired at a visible speed.
"Now that you mention it, I'm quite curious why Helpo would keep such a thing." Ian frowned; he could see his surroundings clearly with the light emanating from the Reckless Goddess.
Since the appearance of the Sun God.
The temple fell into an eerie silence. Helpo, who had been making sarcastic remarks earlier, was now completely silent, as if Helpo could not be found in any corner.
"That's what I want to know too..." The Reckless Goddess was also scanning the temple. Her vision was naturally broader Ian's, and she could even see clearly into the temple's underground. Her eyes were like two high-hanging blazing suns, pure and fiery, and the light in her eyes was like tangible sunlight.
Wherever her gaze swept, it was as if countless beams of sunlight poured down, instantly filling every corner with light, even creating an effect like that of an expensive shadowless lamp, where not even a shadow could be seen.
to be honest.
If it weren't for the feeling that it was immoral.
Ian even wanted to ask if he could borrow those two eyeballs to use as light bulbs.
" Helpo isn't here anymore." The Reckless Goddess, completely unaware of the little Wizard's intentions, carefully inspected every place and spoke with a regretful and unwilling tone.
"What a pity for the blessing of fatherly love I have now!" The goddess's voice was indeed full of regret, and it was clear that she rarely had such a state.
"Why don't you bestow divine power upon your followers yourself?" This was the question Ian had been wondering about earlier. Surely the Reckless Goddess in her true form couldn't do something similar.
Forehead.
Perhaps it's truly impossible?
Ian noticed that the Reckless Goddess's expression was a little strange.
She was clearly stammering.
"Of course I can bless... I can provide divine power to my believers... However, you should know that I am a symbol of mercy and peace, inheriting my father's divine powers of Prophecy, music, and healing."
"So... I don't really like fighting and killing. Yes, that's it." The Reckless Goddess really didn't seem to be good at lying; her eyes darted around and her nose looked unnatural.
His hands were constantly gesturing in the air.
This is a textbook example of lying and feeling guilty.
"Is it that you don't like it or that you can't?" Seeing that Helpo could no longer be found in the temple, Ian could only drag Riddle by the leg, preparing to leave this filthy and moldy temple first.
Faced with the young Wizard's persistent questioning.
The Reckless Goddess curled her lip, deciding to drop the pretense. "I've already told you, I'm a qualified tank, which is why only with my father's divine power can I be both capable of attacking and holding my own."
Her words are actually quite easy to understand.
"I understand. You were originally a tank, but now you can be considered a Combat Tank." However, the little Wizard's choice of words was somewhat incomprehensible to those of this era.
"I don't quite understand your description, but it's probably close enough." The Reckless Goddess could become a skeleton in Ian's time naturally proves that she had no access to 20th-century information.
"I thought you were a cool and aloof older sister," Ian with some emotion. He walked along the path to the front door, which had been open before but was now completely closed.
Am I not?
The Reckless Goddess" could understand the term "mature woman."
I don't know why.
"The contrast is a bit too much." Ian said truthfully as he reached for his wand, but the Reckless Goddess Reckless Goddess was clearly one step ahead of him. She raised her foot and kicked the metal gate that was more than ten meters high.
It looked like a light kick.
That force was enough to crush the Basilisk into a pulp.
"Boom!"
This kick contained divine power; in an instant, golden light radiated outwards, centered on the foot of the Reckless Goddess, spreading outwards like a surging tide.
The light was dazzling, as if the core of the sun had exploded in an instant, making it impossible to look directly at it. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the seemingly sturdy metal door instantly shattered into countless fragments under the impact of this powerful force, scattering like dust in all directions. Even if the little Wizard collected them for study, he couldn't find a single fragment the size of his palm.
"What a pity, Ancient Magic metal."
Ian felt a pang of regret.
She managed to collect some relatively intact metal fragments. After demonstrating her power, the Reckless Goddess still swung her greatsword a few more times, seemingly unsatisfied.
"Let's go find Helpo! We have to have some fun today!" She felt the wonderful beauty of violent "aesthetics" and clearly didn't want to waste the power she had been "charged" with.
"Perhaps Helpo has already escaped, maybe even beyond Rome's borders. You should always trust Wizard's ability to run away, especially a Legendary Wizard with maxed-out survival Skills."
Ian's guess wasn't without merit. He had thought that Helpo would become a laughing stock after the Sun God appeared, but unexpectedly, even the Sun God failed to discover Helpo's whereabouts. Of course, this didn't mean that the Sun God couldn't discover the Legend's escape, but rather that Helpo was probably not even in this temple in the first place.
The voices they hear may not necessarily come from real people.
Magic is amazing.
There are many ways to achieve similar results.
"Then you should also believe in a god's ability to find people. The world is only so big, where could he go that I wouldn't be able to find him? My eyes can see..."
The Reckless Goddess and Ian walked out of the temple side by side.
Her confident words were interrupted by the scene outside the temple. The act of smashing down the gate did not attract the attention of all the priests outside.
The priests, who should have been maintaining the Magic Shield, all stood beside the cliff, facing downhill, their faces pale and terrified, their robes fluttering in the wind.
Some of the staffs in their hands even emitted an uneasy buzzing sound.
An atmosphere of turmoil and unease permeated the air. Ian could even hear the group of people trembling and muttering to themselves, their voices filled with barely concealed panic.
The Reckless Goddess followed the gazes of these people.
Her expression also changed.
Her long, golden hair shone like flowing flames in the sunlight, but the rhythm of its movement suddenly became unstable, indicating that she had suffered a great shock.
"What happened?"
Ian walked over to his acquaintance Cassandra, and he also looked down the mountain, but he could only see some blurry distant scenery following the light shining from the Reckless Goddess's eyes.
"There..."
The little Girl Cassandra, was as pale as a sheet, her small hand trembling slightly as she pointed into the distance. Following her finger, Ian saw a dense mass of dark shadows surging through the city Street.
The dark figures writhed on the Street like countless ants crawling. Ian quickly pulled out his binoculars and immediately felt a chill run up his spine.
"Oh My God!"
The little Wizard's hands trembled a few times.
He saw it.
It was an entire city of people, like a tide, but they were no longer vibrant lives. Instead, they had transformed into the desiccated monsters they had encountered before, with unnaturally grayish-white skin and sunken eye sockets, yet they still moved mechanically. Their steps were perfectly synchronized as they converged on the city's central square.
In the center of the square.
Helpo, whom the young Wizard had previously speculated might have escaped, finally appeared before his eyes—he was hovering in mid-air, his body merging with the mummified corpses.
Every mummified corpse that came into contact with Helpo's body would turn into a cloud of Black Mist and be absorbed by him. His form was constantly changing, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting.
It's as if it's searching for the most perfect form.
Countless figures merged into Helpo's body, constantly emerging within the Black Mist, mechanically chanting something. Ian felt a chilling visual shock.
"He's collecting his followers... followers acquired in such a horrific way." Ian saw the significance of these people's existence, and their cruelty, far surpassing that of the Dark Lord, horrified him.
"How could he have converted an entire city's population so quickly!" Ian even felt like he was being mentally polluted; he swallowed hard, his expression one of disbelief.
"He had secretly implanted his mark in every corner of the city, in every resident's home." The Reckless Goddess's gaze swept across every room in the entire city.
She witnessed something unbelievable and terrifying: throughout the entire Ancient City of Pompeii, even in its reflection in the water, Helpo's mark was visible!
"No! This shouldn't be happening!"
"Catastrophe! This is catastrophe!"
"God! Save us! Save those innocent souls!"
The priests had already prostrated themselves on the ground and begun to pray to their gods. Some priests even asked the Reckless Goddess for help, but the Reckless Goddess just frowned and looked into the distance without saying a word.
That side.
"Witness... my rise!"
Helpo, displaying a " Divine Form, raised his head.
A contemptuous and mocking smile graced his face, his gaze piercing through space, meeting directly with Ian and the goddess before the temple, as if silently proclaiming his victory. At this moment, Ian and the Reckless Goddess realized that the appearance of the Dark Temple and their arrival were merely a link in Helpo's grand plan!
A carefully laid trap!
The goal was to draw away all the forces capable of resistance in the city! At least most of them! This would allow Helpo to use the moment when the Reckless Goddess was shielding him from the gazes of the heavens to complete his scheme as quickly as possible! He had even anticipated the choices that the Reckless Goddess and Ian would make!
at the same time!
Riddle's choice was the same!
"Is this guy really going to Ascension to Godhood?"
Ian felt a chill run down his spine as his gaze suddenly fixed on a figure beside Helpo —it was Malfoy, who had clearly become unusually abnormal!
This Slytherin Wizard was covered in black markings.
Like Demon Child.
With vacant eyes, he knelt directly on the ground, his hands raised high as if supporting Helpo in mid-air. Ian then noticed that there were three triangularly arranged grooves on the ground, and Malfoy was kneeling in one of them. The other two positions on the ground formed a triangle with Malfoy's position.
"The incredible number, three."
Ian had a bad feeling.
He sensed that those two positions seemed to be waiting for something, and turned to ask the Reckless Goddess, only to find that Riddle, who had been unconscious beside him, had vanished without a trace without anyone noticing.
Where is Riddle?
Ian's pupils contracted sharply.
The next moment.
He then saw green light appear in the empty recess in the distant city square, and the next moment, Riddle, who had been missing, slowly emerged from the green light.
He remains unconscious.
But this did not prevent him from adopting the same lifting posture as Malfoy. Dense, ant-like black lines began to cover every inch of Riddle's skin.
While the young Wizard was still in shock at Riddle's disappearance and wondering why he hadn't sensed any magical fluctuations,
"Damn it! We have to get out of here right now!"
The Reckless Goddess seemed to suddenly realize something and turned pale with fright. She grabbed Ian's wrist, as if she desperately wanted to get Ian away from this strange place.
"What's going on? Are you planning to run away and abandon us?" Ian felt an irresistible force; he only had time to grab the terrified little Girl Cassandra into his arms.
I'll say it again.
We'll save as many as we can.
"Of course I'm coming back! I also need to inform the other gods!" The Reckless Goddess tried to remove the dark clouds in the sky, only to find that the clouds seemed to be locked shut.
"Um... your dad didn't say anything just now, it shouldn't be necessary to make such a fuss." Ian felt a chill run down his spine when he heard the words of the Reckless Goddess.
What kind of thing would alarm the gods?
The Reckless Goddess's expression was more serious than ever before!
"I see it! I see why Helpo can still exist in the human world. He's completely in a paradoxical state of being neither alive nor dead. What he wants now is to use someone who also suffers from paradox to become his angel, to elevate his throne, to ring the bell for his ascension to godhood, and to become that Paradox God shouldn't even exist!"
The Reckless Goddess's voice even carried a hint of fear.
She grabbed Ian.
They prepared to transform into a streak of sunlight and leave the city.
at the same time.
Her voice rang in Ian's ears as well.
" Riddle, the little boy you're searching for is someone with Time Paradox, and now he's missing a Paradox Angel... Who do you think this Paradox Angel will be?"
The goddess's words exploded in Ian's mind like a thunderclap. Good heavens! It wasn't him who was eyeing Helpo! Rather, Helpo might have been eyeing him ever since Ian arrived in this era!
Ian wants to use Helpo to create a Legend story, while Helpo wants to use Ian and Riddle to prove his worth—is this the ancient dark Wizard whose fame is tainted with darkness?!
(End of this chapter)