There are still more than a month before the duel, and Ian's schedule is still in order. He first went to visit Rowena to confirm her recovery status.
She has successfully eliminated the strange energy in her soul - which the two of them jointly named "Void Energy" - and transferred the soul to the clone. However, the wounds at the origin of the soul still need time to heal, and even with the assistance of Soul Crystal, it will take several months to return to its peak.
After leaving the recuperation room, Ian went straight to Moon Laboratory. He needed to have an in-depth discussion with Albion on some questions. Pushing open the heavy alloy door, he saw the huge beast curled up and sleeping soundly on the golden mountain.
"Wake up, lazy bug." Ian tapped the dragon's scales lightly, "I have a few questions that I need to ask."
Albion lazily opened a dragon eye. "You know the rules, pay first."
Ian secretly frowned. Although he could forcibly command the dragon through the contract, there were innate limitations in the inheritance of knowledge - whenever he tried to read Dragonkind's memory or even explore his soul, the mysterious power in his blood would form a barrier. Even if he was forced to order, the relevant memories would be automatically erased before transmission.
Only then did he understand that Dragonkind - especially a king's bloodline like Albion - was born with a protective mechanism to prevent the secrets of the race from being leaked. In the words of the dragon, it was a great honor to be able to talk to him on an equal footing.
In desperation, Ian had no choice but to adopt a gentle strategy, trying to establish some kind of friendship with this greedy dragon. He waved his hand to summon Galleon, who was like a mountain of gold, and took out a few magic Crystal and threw them at the dragon. Albion caught it accurately, and made a satisfied Gollum sound in his throat.
"Although it is not as good as Philosopher's Stone, it is much more delicious than ordinary magic. What do you want to ask this time?"
Ian took out Resurrection Stone: "I want to understand the Law Force contained in this stone."
"Laws?" Albion let out a deafening sneer, "You wizards sometimes amaze me, and sometimes make me laugh. Laws are the basic laws that maintain the operation of the universe. Can you imagine what it means to control this kind of power? Countless advanced civilizations have been searching for it for thousands of years, but you actually think that the natives of this desolate galaxy can master it?"
"Then what kind of power is this?" Ian accepts corrections calmly. He never considers himself omniscient and always maintains a desire to learn.
"This is God's Authority, to be precise [Death Authority]."
"Authority?"
"When any existence - whether Magical Creatures or not - reaches a certain critical point, it can touch the laws of the universe and obtain permission to use it, so it is called [Authority]."
"So Authority is essentially a fragment of the Law?"
"That's understandable."
Understanding flashed in Ian's eyes. "It can be inferred that Herpo is not the only Bleach in the universe. There may be countless similar existences. Unless all those who master the relevant Authority are killed, no one can monopolize a certain law."
"Your ideas are dangerous, wizard." Albion growled.
But Ian has fallen into deeper thinking: Since Authority originates from laws, and laws are the basic structure of the universe, then when the gods are exiled to Void, will they lose all their power, or will they only be greatly weakened?
"What are the methods to obtain Authority?"
"Either given by other gods, or by collecting a large amount of faith. However, the required faith can be called Astronomy, and no god will easily divide his Authority - that will cause permanent damage to the strength."
Albion suddenly lowered his voice. "As far as I know, many wizards despise the way of faith and try to find other ways to obtain Authority, but no one has succeeded so far."
Ian keenly captured the key. "In other words, Herpo is likely to succeed? But since there are serious flaws, otherwise he would not end up like this."
"Are there hidden dangers in the way of faith?"
"Of course."
"Exactly?"
"We've talked enough for today, haven't we?"
Ian knowingly took out more magic power. Crystal: "This is an additional reward."
When leaving the laboratory, he noticed that Albion stared at him with an indescribable meaning. This ancient creature may be expecting something - countless wizards have pursued the power of otherworldly like him, but no one survived. Will he become an exception?
In the next month, Ian prepared for the battle with all his strength. He set up a TV network enhanced by Prophecy's magic around the world to broadcast the showdown of the century. He originally considered using technological equipment, but considering the destructive power of the battle, it was impossible for ordinary cameras to survive.
Unfortunately, there are currently only seven people in Wizarding World who are proficient in Divination: including Ian himself who only masters basic spells, Nicolas Flamel, who has taken bloodline strong Professor Trelawney who made the medicine, two Africa witch priests, a special centaur, and Luna·Lovegood who has hidden blood but is too young.
With the joint cooperation of the six Seer, the broadcast system was completed as scheduled. On the day of the duel, wizards from all over the world gathered in front of the screen to witness this pinnacle duel known as "Battle of the Century".
Ian Apparition Arriving at the Duel Island, my eyes swept across this desolate land. There was a dense forest not far away, and the air was filled with extremely active magic fluctuations.
When he looked at Dumbledore, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. The old principal looked dozens of years younger, his eyes were gleaming, and the magic power around him was like a boiling ocean.
"It's really not easy." Ian stroked the wand, "Limiter broke two attacks in a row in just one month. I'm curious how you did it?"
Dumbledore holds Elder Wand, with no wind in his hair and beard. "Sometimes, firm belief is more powerful than any magic."
Suddenly the sky was covered with clouds, and two figures stood facing each other on the desert island. Millions of wizards around the world held their breath, witnessing the critical moment of Wizarding World's transfer of power.