Hogwarts Archmage

Thousands of meters deep in the sea, countless fishmen are transferring their blood and beliefs.

The ugly half-murloc leader pushed down the statue of the Lord on a small platform and sat on it, inheriting this belief and the blood from the hearts of the murlocs.

He didn't feel happy. This process was extremely painful. He needed to stick to his original intention in the sea of ​​faith formed by countless fish-men's thoughts, and he also needed to endure the itching caused by countless heart blood seeping from the skin into the body. and a pins and needles sensation.

But he did not let out a painful roar. The sharp teeth in his mouth were broken and reborn countless times. The raging blood did not even have a chance to leave his mouth, and was directly swallowed into his stomach by his closed teeth.

He needs dignity, and the fishmen also need dignity, but their father cannot bring them all this, and he will become the new master.

Whether they were the fish-men who were transformed by spiritual infection at the beginning, or the fish-men who were later contaminated by my flesh and blood, they are all doing one thing now, they are creating gods.

The leader's height is elongating, and his body is getting thicker. His whole body is swollen, but it is not edema, but full of muscles.

Murlocs reproduce very quickly, and their growth cycle is unnaturally short. There are many of them, and they can provide a lot of "nutrients". Slowly, the majestic father in the distance now looks just bigger than himself. Some.

Countless fishmen stopped.They were weak and collapsed to the ground, and the leader walked down from the stage. A violent mental wave spread from his mind. All the surrounding vegetation and ordinary fish lost all the nutrients in their bodies, and The fish people received these nutrients, and their bodies became healthy again, but their spirits were still a little tired.

After the leader finished doing this, he raised his head and looked at his father, who was still at least twice his age, and said in a strange rhythm: "I will inherit the name of the legendary pioneer, Dagon."

The green-skinned monster was silent for a long time before replying: "He died miserably."

"Then was he scared when he died?"

The huge monster shook his head.

The leader said solemnly: "I'm not afraid either."

After saying that, Dagon pulled up the banner that had brought them countless food from the ground and threw it to his father: "We still recognize you as our father, but please leave, we will face everything ourselves, Whatever comes.”

The monster caught the flag, moved its tentacles slightly, and the flag turned into a stream of light, crookedly planted on a stone in front of Dagon.

As for himself, he turned around and slowly left towards the deeper trench in the distance.

Dagon straightened the flag, but it still didn't look good. Finally, he pulled it up and stuck it in the center of the altar. He nodded with satisfaction, stood up straight, and roared with excitement toward his people, who were Also echoed him.

Now, he is also a god.

?

The green-skinned monster on the other side was constantly scanning the surroundings with mental fluctuations. Finally, he found a piece of soft, flat land.

Now that guy has taken away all his descendants, and even left his flag to them, he shouldn't be able to find him again, right?

He thought with some anxiety.

Lying on his back on the flat ground, he waited for dozens of hours without receiving any information, so he finally felt a little relieved.

So, he dug a hole in the ground and prepared to sleep. The magma dug out from underneath was very warm and comfortable, and after it was sprayed out and fell on him, it was a natural protective color.

Since he woke up this time, he has not slept or dreamed for a long time. It was so good in the dream, with his old friends...

As he was thinking wildly, he became more and more confused. Just before he fell into a deep sleep, he muttered: "I wasn't afraid of death before..."

He fell asleep and made some light snores, but they were drowned out by the sound of lava jets and bubbles.

Margaery looked at this guy's series of actions with a smile, and sighed in her heart that they hadn't seen each other for so long. In addition to becoming afraid of death, this guy also became smarter. He actually knew how to find a replacement for himself to divert attention...

"what are you laughing at?"

Esther's voice came from behind. She walked up to Margaery, put her hand on the guardrail around the enclave and glanced down.

"Huh? Where's that idiot?"

Margery shrugged: "Run away."

"?"

Esther looked at her with some confusion and pointed at the sky.

"No, he is still on this planet. He will probably wait until this game is over and I will let him go," Margery pointed to a bulge on the seabed that was emitting black smoke, "Look, he is right there. "

"...It's so cowardly..."

Esther curled his lips: "Then you lost? He is hiding there like a turtle now, and he probably won't move for a while."

"How is it possible? I changed the subject of prayer for the infected in New York City... He found a substitute for me before he left..." Margaery slowly explained: "Hermione definitely won't care anyway, and she doesn't care. Winning or losing the game is just about protecting this planet..."

Esther nodded thoughtfully: "How long do you think Hermione will find out about this?"

"Two hours ago."

"?So fast?"

"Yeah...because these guys started writing the Bible, and the information on the paper will be known to Hermione, you know."

"Ok."

Esther sighed: "It looks like our Ms. Granger is going to be a know-it-all."

"How is it possible... She does know a lot, but in the end it's just some low-level information..."

Margaery slowly popularized science: "For humans, writing and recording are very advanced ways of recording, which allows their knowledge and ideas to be passed on and spread, but this is because they lack a heart that only needs a glance. A brain that can analyze the essence of things.”

"So what about the eternal knowledge and common sense? Are there records?"

Margaery slowly turned her head and looked at Esther: "Maybe you need to know something."

"what's up?"

"In this world, there has never been a past or a future, only the present, let alone eternity. Everything that has happened in the past is false, and everything that will happen is also false. The only ones that really exist are you, me, Ma En, and more now. I got Hermione, which is half, because I'm not sure she'll leave with us."

Esther thought for a while and said with some boredom: "I hate this nihilistic statement."

After saying that, he turned around and left, heading towards the black tea house.

Margaery continued to observe the new Dagon's teachings to his people.