[HP] Devil is alive

In the early morning, the cool mist soothes the sleeping peaceful valley, the sun has not yet appeared, and the dim light makes the dream settle to the deepest part.A figure appeared in the square in the center of the small village. His arrival was silent, let alone attracting anyone's attention.He took a step, walked past the unchanging shops, passed the post office and the quiet bar in his memory, the silence around made time seem to be reversed, and the children's laughter in the yellowed memory accompanied him through this period. Road to the church not far away.Its slightly closed door can be opened with a pull, and the warm air inside will rush out in an instant, with a warm feeling, like a gentle and tolerant mother, opening her arms to embrace a tired wanderer.

nothing has changed...

For some reason, he suddenly sighed wearily, and looked around, in the scene where nothing seemed to have changed, he was the only one who had aged.At this time, Dumbledore had to admit that sometimes the magic world remains the same, which is really...unlikeable.Obviously she has gone a long way, but she hasn't changed a little bit. Looking back, she still stands quietly behind her, stretching out her hand, but she can't catch anything. Are you entangled?She is still quiet and comfortable, quiet and cruel.

Maybe it's been too long since I've been here, otherwise why everything brings up melancholy.The light and shadow of the stained glass in the hazy moonlight mottled the ancient church. In response to the beating candlelight, the singing of the dead not far away could be heard faintly, and there was a kind of soothing power.Dumbledore has hardly been to Godric's Hollow in recent years. He always fills his time and is very busy every day.Even so, I often feel physically tired and mentally excited at night, and I am distracted and busy all night in the center of the tension between the two extreme states.But what's the matter? Soon, he didn't even have the "welfare" to be busy day and night.

After more than ten years of turmoil, the magic world has returned to calm, and Voldemort has ruled the world. At this time, how should his Order of the Phoenix deal with it?Dumbledore knew very well that if the Order of the Phoenix remained the same at this time, Voldemort would feel constrained one day - a shrewd and decisive young king would never like such constraints, and as time went by, the advantages of the Order of the Phoenix became more and more powerful. The less, the easier it would be for Voldemort to make it disappear.Rather than end up with no bones left and no power to recover, it's better to lower your posture and take a step back. With Voldemort's pride and intelligence, an Order of the Phoenix that "exists in name only" is probably what he needs.

The old man with white hair and white beard stepped into the damp cemetery. In this small world belonging to the dead, he could hear the ethereal singing of the dead, and the air was filled with a cold atmosphere.They repel all people who are different from them, and with the shelter of the night, the dead are more violent than usual—in the darkness that belongs to the dead, the living need to avoid it.Few people would come to the cemetery in the middle of the night, especially the haunted cemetery, but today is different, besides this old man who is still a regular visitor, there are two more people here, provocation, this is a naked provocation to the dead!

There was a slight smell of blood in the cold air. The woman's gorgeous and delicate clothes were already in tatters, and she was half-kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, covered with wounds of various sizes, which were not fatal at this time.Obviously, the opponent is a man with no gentlemanly demeanor, teasing his prey viciously like a playful cat.Pairs of dark green eyes floated in the air like will-o'-the-wisps, and the outlines of their skinless bones could be vaguely seen.They seem to be afraid of something and don't approach, but they are greedy and reluctant to leave. There are not many of them, but they are very disgusting... Of course, they are also a little creepy.

The boy opposite the woman had platinum-blonde long hair hanging over his shoulders, and his clean and beautiful long claws were bluffed. The silver ball was floating in his palm, exuding a weak color, like a silent prayer.She looked so fragile, the boy raised his pretty face slightly, and the light from the ball illuminated his smiling face.Then, the boy's face was hidden in the darkness, and the little soul was not like her body. When the long claws passed through, they would leave bright red hot blood as proof.Crushing a soul is as easy as raising a hand to the claws of the demon, and it leaves no trace.

The devil's smile is more frightening than the cold gaze of the undead not far away. No matter how handsome the devil is, his approach will make the woman tremble.With all her strength, she could barely restrain the instinct of wanting to escape, and kept telling herself to be patient, even the greedy undead dared not approach, this was undoubtedly the greatest comfort.God is protecting her, God... is omnipotent!How does this sick demon compare with the most powerful god? !

As the devil gradually approached, the soil under the woman suddenly released a strong light, as if every crack in the soil was glowing, and the silvery-white light converged into lines from independent points, forming an ancient and cumbersome world in a blink of an eye In the magic circle, a red shadow condensed in it, and the frightening heat and pressure swept over it!

Messiah narrowed his eyes, even though the dazzling light faded away, the sky was still red.It was a five-meter-tall flame giant. Its strong and powerful body was made of magma that was so dark red that it was almost black. It didn't look like a human.He held a ferocious flame shield in his hand, and a flame spear wrapped in magma in his other hand, but he was in a posture of preparing for battle.The huge wings composed of six flames brought out waves of heat when they flapped slightly. His appearance plunged the entire cemetery into scorching summer. The earth could not bear such high temperature and quickly dried and cracked. The "shelter" human beings were also burned—but she herself didn't feel wronged, under the wings of the great Vulcan, facing the strongest god composed of the most blazing flames in the world, it was only a little For the burn, she only blamed herself for not having enough cultivation.

"Messiah." The deep voice slowly overflowed, as if time was flowing with the texture of magma, ancient, noble and reserved, so that such a tone of charity was justified.

Messiah withdrew his hand and stood still at the other end. Only he knew the moment of stiffness and trembling.These emotions only appear for a moment, for their once "intimacy" and their current opposition.Long, long ago, when the Messiah was still God's beloved Son as he was named, he witnessed the birth of his brothers and sisters.None of them has a complete body, soul and strength like the Messiah, because the Father God is weak, and the four elemental gods are only composed of the purest elements.Messiah once had a short fantasy. In his unclear thoughts, he thought that he should live with Father God and his younger brothers and sisters like the people in the lower world. As the eldest brother, he can inherit everything from Father God. , including liability.But all of this has passed, and God the Father does not expect him, does not believe in him, and does not give him a chance.Messiah felt that his younger brothers and sisters had left, each had their own jobs, and gained the trust of God the Father, while he... only had Shenmian.

The Messiah quietly looked at the tall god in front of him. In his later life, he met many people and understood many things. For what he might have and what he had lost, in the death and rebirth again and again All settled down.

What's more, he doesn't need those things now.

Thinking this way, the last bit of unwillingness disappeared.

Vulcan didn't notice the instant change of the Messiah, or in other words, he has been a god for too long. He is used to living a high life, which is the same as his height. He has been superior since birth, so he has never learned how to bow his head. Have a look.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you use such an arrogant and charitable attitude.Messiah smiled silently, they will finally understand...

It's a pity that I didn't make it clear. I don't know if Tom will misunderstand, maybe he will be unhappy?Messiah would not admit it, he was afraid that if he looked back, he would feel nostalgic, so he wanted to give it a go, or even leave without saying goodbye.

Messiah opened his mouth and was about to speak, but found that he didn’t know the name of the younger brother in his soul besides the title Vulcan... The golden eyes of Vulcan stared directly at him, perhaps the only one among brothers. The tacit understanding made him speak what the Messiah wanted to say: "Go back with me."

The deep voice seemed to tell the established destiny, which was the mission and the meaning of existence of the four elemental gods.

"I……"

Just as the Messiah's voice came, he was interrupted by an elderly voice on the way, followed by a sudden surge of magic power: "Ah, how amazing! What kind of magic is this?"

Touching his white beard, he completely ignored the coercion of the gods, and he also didn't care about the admiration of the old man whose robes were a little bit blackened without any sense of urgency.His appearance surprised not only Abigail, but even Messiah.Before Dumbledore appeared, he didn't feel his existence at all. On the one hand, it is true that Messiah's power is not complete. On the other hand, it is also Dumbledore's strength and... that strange robe in his hand?

A term suddenly appeared in Messiah's mind - Deathly Hallows.

The invisibility cloak, the Elder Wand, and the Resurrection Stone are said to be able to stimulate their internal power through a certain magic circle and repair the missing soul.Before witnessing it with his own eyes, the Messiah was skeptical of the news, but now, through an invisibility cloak, the power of the Deathly Hallows is revealed.He thought, maybe this Deathly Hallows can really bring such a magical effect?

"Human..." Vulcan slowly turned to the old man who appeared. He had a vague feeling just now.According to the supreme law that exists in every space, when a creature belonging to one space enters another space, the power beyond this world will be forcibly sealed by the law to maintain the normal operation of the space.Perhaps after a long period of time, the space will naturally evolve to accept this overly powerful existence, but for the Vulcan who just appeared in this world, the space does not give such preferential treatment.

In fact, Dumbledore was only superficially relaxed. His heart was in a mess right now, and he was just suppressing all kinds of doubts and conjectures forcibly through his mental power and sense of crisis.Messiah and Voldemort have a close relationship, and there is also the intricate relationship of Endless City behind it.The most important thing is that as a student of Hogwarts, Dumbledore can't let his students have accidents in front of his eyes anyway!

Fortunately, although the old headmaster went out quietly, he had a complete set of tools.He approached the Messiah calmly. At this time, the Vulcan spoke calmly, but completely ignored Dumbledore, and said to the Messiah: "Humans have corrupted you, and it is not your meaning to hang out with them." .”

He raised his hand slowly, and his golden red eyes looked at Messiah emotionlessly.The latter woke up from a brief stupor, smiled and narrowed his gray-blue eyes, letting the smile engraved on his face conceal the killing intent in his eyes, "Why I exist is not up to you, my brother... ..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the stunned woman, like a child discovering some interesting toy, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and asked innocently in a youthful clear voice: "You said, the human being I guarded betrayed me, what should I do?" How about punishing them?"

"God-against, die," Vulcan replied without emotion.Abigail's eyes widened in disbelief, and she saw Vulcan's spear cut through the space, letting something slowly float out.The pale hair swayed lifelessly in the night wind, his face was serene and silent, his eyes full of wisdom and warmth were gently closed...it was impossible to open them again.

Sage!

"My God!" Abigail screamed with a distorted voice, she couldn't believe that the sage who was respected by the whole continent and the sage who defeated the devil is now decapitated!He obviously went to seek help from the Four Element Gods, but now the murderer... has become the Vulcan? !

Dumbledore quietly observed and analyzed everything in front of him, while protecting his students.Helpless, the child seemed completely ungrateful, insisting on poking his head out to see the head floating in mid-air.At this time, the flame monster on the opposite side spoke again. Accompanied by Abigail's frantic scream, he said indifferently and cruelly: "The people of Zhonglu betrayed the Messiah, the Son of God, and their souls will return to nothingness, and there will be no reincarnation forever."

From now on, their souls no longer belong to Zhonglu, and they have no other affiliation.Exiled from the world, like duckweed in the boundless sea of ​​space.Until they even forget themselves and become dust in the space...

"Do not--"

"Hahaha! Devil? Son of God?" Messiah laughed and walked slowly towards Yassin, the human being who pushed him to endless death and cursed him for life after life.Also, the soul was forcibly expelled, and the background made of a woman crying in pain made him feel a distorted joy, joy, paleness, and sadness.

Dumbledore had speculated as early as when the undead appeared, whether these creatures, which had never appeared in any literature, belonged to the magical world.Now, the truth was by his side, and he could fully understand why the Ministry of Magic was able to come back to life overnight and have the ability to compete with the Endless City and the Order of the Phoenix.He had a premonition that the war had just begun, and Voldemort would definitely not hand over the Messiah, and he was also the strongest existence in the magic world today.This war will be more dangerous than the secret war between Everlasting City and the Ministry of Magic...

"If a real god is cruel, how much worse is it than a demon?" Messiah's gentle voice carried a compassion that resembled that of a god, but his hand stretched out its sharp claws again.

"So, I've never believed in the so-called gods either!" The old man's voice suddenly sounded, and his eyes suddenly opened with his head hanging in the air, as if he had condensed the resentment of 1 years of hatred, and the materialized resentment quickly condensed into a silver streak. Mann attacked him.

Messiah's heart tightened, and he subconsciously forgot to breathe. If Dumbledore hadn't pulled him back at this moment, Messiah would probably have stood there straight.The action of the old man seemed to lift the puppet's filaments. When Messiah finally woke up, no one expected that he would break away from Dumbledore's protection in the next moment and attack Yashin with his claws.

Gradually dimming is Yashin's fluttering hair, and the edge of the silver claws tearing the darkness. They are like light and darkness that have been opposed since ancient times, and they can only fight!Devour!

If it weren't for the extremely golden scarlet that suddenly inserted into it, this war would have been pure.Dumbledore saw the flame monster swinging his spear silently, but it didn't aim at the head of the Messiah, but let the flames engulf the young man's slender figure.

Immediately afterwards, a cry more creepy than a woman's painful wail cut through the silence, spreading out like invisible ripples, filling the entire space, and even the dead were frightened and cried together.Cold sweat flowed down, as if the gate of hell had been pushed open at this moment, countless suffering souls let resentment and pain rush out like running water, drowning everyone.

—God has never been my belief.

When everyone was overwhelmed with despair and the faction was about to collapse, the old man whispered calmly.Since the death of his proudest disciple, he also seemed to see the end of his own life.He felt that he was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his strength and health were losing faster every day and every second than the previous moment.

——The sad thing is that at this time we have to humbly ask for help, knowing that we can't do it.

As the old man spoke, he stared at the people prostrating at his feet, listened to their begging, felt their doubts about him, and his deep voice was like weeping.But on the frail face, the gradually cloudy eyes flashed an inexplicable light.That would not and should not appear in the eyes of the sages, just like when Yashin decided to give up the protection of the temple and go to a wider world when he was a child.It's just that the current him doesn't have the original purity in his heart.

Everyone knows that the sage will not come back after this trip.Whether it is the huge magical power required to travel through space without expanding the passage, or going to the temple to pray for help from the gods, the sage's old body can no longer support it.

When Vulcan listed all the crimes of the sage without any ups and downs, and said the punishment, the last straw crushed the old man—Zhonglu, who was doomed to perish no matter what.For the existence of the other four continents, Zhonglu must become a sacrifice to appease the anger of the Son of God.

What is it that lasts forever?No.Just like he had to compromise in the end.

He devoted his whole life and lost everything, including the life that is about to die, and he could not return Zhonglu's peace.His efforts even accelerated the destruction of his world, and in the end, there was nothing...?

God is not invincible, and humans do not have to rely on gods.Their distant ancestors came from the other side of the distant sea of ​​time and space, relying on themselves; after many wars to preserve Zhonglu, relying on themselves; countless disasters have come, and they have defeated the demons under the situation of almost extinction, relying on themselves!

Why, in the end, God decided Zhonglu's life and death so easily? !

The Messiah is not a god, but a demon who brings infinite misfortune to Zhonglu!

Today, let's die together.