Hogwarts Archmage

The night is dark and there are undercurrents surging under the sea.

Dagon moved his palace to the east coast.

By the way, we also brought fish people.

In fact, he had some warnings in his heart. Even if he only needed to take one step to reach the shore, it would be better to stay farther away from the shore when the channel was not opened, but...

Recently that warning has disappeared.

The obsession that he could be safe only by destroying the city was still lingering in his heart.

The warning was given to Futan by Margaery and transferred to him by Futan. After Margaery let go of the world, it would naturally disappear.

But obsession is something that was deeply embedded in their bloodline when Futan created this race, and there is no way to change it.

So, he came here.

"How about the shore?"

A rough and harsh sound came from his throat.

A priest wearing a robe stepped forward: "Very quiet, my lord."

Dagon let out a puff of air and looked at his destination through the extremely deep water: "I think it's time for us to go ashore."

He turned around and walked towards the shore, with the silent army of fishmen behind him.

***

"Jasmine, be honest."

Max pushed the somewhat dishonest Jasmine in a daze, and opened his eyes: "It's early in the morning, what are you doing when you're not sleeping?"

Jasmine had a look of panic on her face: "Something is coming."

"what?"

The girl shook her head: "I don't know, but something is coming... right on the east coast..."

"How did you know?"

"They carved some powerful mark along the way, and my Lord gave me the power to see..."

Max frowned and stood up to put on a dress.

"I gonna go see."

She took a step forward and disappeared.

When she reappeared, she was stopped in front of a towering monster.

This guy is extremely ugly, extremely tall, and extremely strong.

His body shape is somewhat similar to that of a human being, but he is so ferocious that he could scare many people to death at just one glance.

"Dagon?" Max asked.

"who are you?"

The ugly monster didn't answer, but asked another question.

The guy on the heart was trying to scream and eat him, but Max was hesitant.

She didn't know what her master planned.

***

"Do it on your own terms."

Margaery leaned on the sofa and gently gave instructions to her family members, then picked up a piece of apple and stuffed it into her mouth.

After chewing twice, she said to the three people in front of her: "I think we should study where to move."

Esther sighed: "We have talked about this topic at least three times, but the results every time are fruitless. If it doesn't work, just stay in the tea house or go on a trip."

After saying that, she looked at the girl sitting on Marn's lap: "Hermione, what do you think?"

"I don't care. As long as you don't do anything weird, you can live anywhere...except for that house that can blind people."

Ma En nodded: "Indeed, no matter where we live, we will eventually have to go back to the Black Tea House to travel... So, we might as well stay here."

Margaery curled her lips and said nothing more.

On one side, they started casually discussing where to travel next, but on the other side, the situation was tense.

Max blocked the road in the middle, and other subordinates also appeared beside her---except for Jasmine, who was too young.

Max let out a sigh of relief. Although the weather was getting warmer, it was still very cold at night. A cloud of white mist appeared between her and the ugly monster in front of her.

Dagon didn't pay much attention to Max.

In the deep sea, it always follows the basic principle that big is strong and hard is good. For a female creature like Max that looks weak and weak, even though it knows that something is wrong, it still is not too careful.

He stepped on it with one foot.

The feet falling from the sky covered Max's head like a mountain, blocking out all the stars.

Max spit out another ball of white mist, which spread around and shattered all the spaces involved into pieces, while Max and the figures around her disappeared here.

Space is not glass. Even if it is broken, it will not break the soles of Dagon's feet like glass...

This is much scarier than glass.

Compared with other fish-men who are more mysterious than alternative creatures, Dagon is on another level, but no matter what, he still relies on physical existence.

The entity is in space.

Now that the space was shattered, Dagon's feet also exploded into a ball of blood mist. He belatedly let out a painful cry, and then hurriedly activated the tissues of his body to let the feet grow again.

The blood and flesh tissue that fell on the ground distorted and mutated countless vegetation and small animals hidden among the vegetation. They roared, expanded, grew, and transformed into disgusting looks.

Subsequently, these new subordinates whose species could no longer be identified pulled up their roots or drilled out from the ground, and rushed feverishly to the feet of their Creator, wanting to offer praises, but they were crushed into dregs by Dagon's new feet.

He lowered his head in panic and looked at Max, who had already moved far away. At this time, she had already held a cigarette in her mouth and had just lit it.

"Man, you're going to die," Max said after blowing out a puff of smoke.Then she took another puff and was woken up in the middle of the night, now feeling a little nauseous.

"who are you?"

"I…"

Max hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know what I am now... If you must call me a name, call me the messenger."

"Messenger..." Dagon pondered for a moment, "We are the same kind."

"Same kind? Maybe..."

Max twirled the cigarette in his hand, with a smile on his face: "What about the same kind? My Lord has begun to dislike this game, so she asked me to do things according to my heart..."

"Game?" Dagon's eyes widened: "You said this is a game!?"

"Then what do you think?"

Dagon almost broke his own teeth. He probably knew what was going on, but knowing it and hearing it said by others were not the same thing.

He raised the bone club in his hand and swung it hard towards Max.

Max, on the other hand, raised his white hand, pointed it at Dagon, and grasped it in the air.

Victor, Mercer and others around them looked at the priests and subordinates brought by Dagon.

***

"She still has some brains. It seems like her nutrition is not concentrated here." Hermione gestured on her chest.

At this moment, she and Margaery were the only ones left in the living room. Marne was in the breeding period recently, and every time she had the urge to reproduce instead of pure desire, Esther would solve it until she was pregnant with offspring.

"Have you ever thought that this is your blood teaching her what to do?" Margaery replied.

"why?"

"That guy wants to swallow the flesh and blood of this fake Dagon, but he won't give in."

"What's wrong with it?"

"This guy wants to be the eldest son."

"is it possible?"

Margaery narrowed her eyes and looked at Hermione: "If one day you can't do it, I don't mind doing it for you."

Hermione said nothing.