stonecrandall Chapter 250, Page 249: Morgan: That's hilarious!
Chapter 250, Page 249: Morgan: That's hilarious!
Chapter 250, Page 249: Morgan: That's hilarious!
The charred tree trunks pointed to the sky like the fingers of a giant struck by lightning.
Unburnt magical embers floated among them.
Ian stood amidst the ruins of the Black Forest he had burned to the ground. Thick smoke drifted slowly above the ruins, lingering like a ghost, adding to the eeriness of this desolate land.
Just as the old witch fled, he turned back.
There stood a woman of extraordinary beauty, wearing a magnificent crown, a crown woven from dark silver metal, inlaid not with gemstones but with miniature stars.
They are actually operating slowly.
Compared to a crown.
The woman was wearing a simple white dress, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that the material was neither silk nor linen, but rather a substance that Ian could not identify.
Or perhaps it is power.
With her light steps, the trajectory of stars appeared and disappeared on the hem of her skirt.
"Intruder".
The woman's face was almost unnaturally beautiful—not the alluring beauty of a Veela, but a cold and pleasing beauty reminiscent of glaciers and diamonds.
As she walked, an amazing scene unfolded: in the ruins of the burned Black Forest, the twisted trees seemed to have been resurrected, sprouting tender black buds and growing rapidly; the dark plants also broke through the soil, stretching their branches and leaves and regaining their vitality in the blink of an eye.
This eerie forest, bathed in her presence, seemed to come alive. Crimson flowers bloomed on the ground, their petals adorned with black veins that resembled the movement of human eyes. It must be said, the plants here were extremely dark, utterly incongruous with the sacred aura emanating from the woman.
It was like watering a carnivorous plant with holy water from a church, or planting a rose garden in a cemetery. Ian's temples throbbed, and the tip of his wand trembled slightly involuntarily.
He felt a terrifying sense of oppression emanating from the woman.
It was as if... facing a god.
but.
Nevertheless, Ian still pointed his wand at the woman. He couldn't help it; this woman sent chills down his spine, filling him with a profound and terrifying sense of danger.
The visitor was still hostile.
"Commendable courage, a legend in the degenerate age."
Clearly, the woman had deduced the era Ian lived in through this spellcasting tool. Her gaze fell on Ian's wand, her silver pupils narrowing into two thin lines, as if weaving within her eyes. Her voice was like a superposition of countless sounds, from the clear, crisp to the hoarse, old woman's, even interspersed with inhuman hissing.
Ian felt a wave of dizziness.
It was as if the other person's words contained a terrifying magic.
"Are you the owner of this place?"
Ian suppressed his discomfort, his voice more stable than expected. After all, even if Ariana couldn't bring reinforcements, he still had a trump card to turn the tide.
"No."
The woman gently shook her head, her hair swaying softly with the movement, like black silk.
"I am merely a resident, a hider." She raised her hand, and a falling ash turned into blood in her palm. "And you, you scared away my forest ranger."
"That's very impolite."
Her voice was crisp and cold, like ice crystals colliding.
"Did I scare your forester away?"
Upon hearing this, Ian almost turned into Michael with a completely bewildered expression. Anyone with eyes could see that the old witch who had fled earlier was clearly scared away by this woman in front of her.
How did it become that he scared away the old witch?
Is this how you calculate accounts?
"If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext!" This woman's skill in distorting the truth is so adept; judging from her behavior, she must be quite old. After all, the force of that punch, which disregarded the facts, was truly extraordinary.
"It was clearly you—" He swallowed the rest of his sentence. The way the woman tilted her head, waiting for him to continue, reminded him of Dumbledore's expression when he was toying with Voldemort.
Ok.
In short, it's a cat playing with a mouse.
"I'm leaving now. Pretend I was never here," Ian said, making a move to leave, but he was secretly on guard. Sure enough, the moment he took a step, the woman didn't speak, but the plants in the forest seemed to receive some kind of command; the newly grown black vines formed a loose encirclement around him.
The vines began to emerge from the ground like pythons, quickly intertwining and multiplying, each one trembling slightly, as if sniffing out the little wizard's magical fluctuations.
"This is also to prevent me from leaving."
Ian's suspicions were confirmed.
The woman heard this.
There was no denial either.
"Legendary, so rare indeed, you need to become my new ranger." The woman spoke as if discussing the weather, rather than the freedom of a legendary wizard.
next moment.
Ian immediately felt an invisible pressure crushing his entire body, as if unseen hands were grabbing him from all directions. It was clear that there was no room for negotiation on the woman's side.
This woman wasn't making a proposal; she was announcing a decision.
How could the young wizard possibly agree to such an unreasonable request? Without saying a word, he immediately unleashed his most powerful offensive magic—Fel Burst.
A blinding green light shot into the sky, containing immense energy that swept across the surroundings like a reversed waterfall. Wherever the green light passed, space itself began to distort and collapse.
It was a large-scale operation.
It is also very powerful.
The green light transformed into a dazzling "nuclear bomb," carrying an aura of world destruction.
but.
Ian knew in his heart that there was a huge gap between his strength and that of this woman. He could not expect his magic to harm her. She was just trying to buy him time to escape.
After all, a woman who could frighten an old witch into fleeing in terror must possess unfathomable strength. That's why, immediately after unleashing his magic, Ian donned his flying cloak and turned to run.
Super speed.
He suddenly darted several hundred meters away. The apparition restriction in this forest was not without limits, and Ian's idea was to quickly run out of this limit and then apparite away.
No matter how powerful the opponent is.
It seemed impossible for them to leave this dark forest. Ian's plan was quite good; he flew several hundred meters, then couldn't help but look back at the situation behind him.
however.
Do not see do not know.
Upon seeing this, Ian was also startled, his eyes widening in shock. The woman, facing the nuclear-explosion-like magic, hadn't offered any means of defense.
She simply let the magic blast her over, and then, to the little wizard's utter disbelief, she emerged unscathed and calmly from the surge of magic.
Magic seemed powerless before her, unable to harm her in the slightest. The fel magic, strong enough to dissolve a legendary body, bypassed her like a docile pet. She even had the leisure to reach out and catch a wisp of drifting green light, letting it linger on her fingertips, as if mocking how weak Ian's magic was.
of course.
The women actually had a pretty good opinion of this magic.
"Very creative magic."
The woman's voice came clearly through the roar of the explosion.
"But you may not even know who you're facing."
The moment those words were spoken, the woman's figure had already disappeared in front of the erupting green "nuclear explosion," and Ian only felt a chill rush straight to the top of his head.
*Smack*
Almost in the blink of an eye, before Ian could even react, the woman appeared directly in front of him. Ian couldn't dodge in time and crashed headfirst into her, feeling only a soft surface before falling from the air. His magic cloak lost its effect, but thankfully his buttocks weren't smashed into eight pieces.
"Don't resist."
The sound suddenly appeared in my ear.
Ian could even feel the cool air rising from the woman's breath.
He raised his head.
The woman was already within reach.
She was so close that I could count the number of her eyelashes.
The woman raised her hand and pointed a finger at Ian's forehead. Ian felt a terrifying force rushing towards him, a force that seemed to engulf him like a surging tide.
Faced with this force.
Ian felt as if the whole world had shrunk down to just that one finger.
"A Fiery Journey!"
Ian was greatly shocked, and gritted his teeth, releasing the magic again without hesitation.
A blinding light burst forth from the tip of his wand.
In an instant, an endless sea of fire surged and spread out from Ian. This flame was not the scarlet or orange-yellow of ordinary magic, but a pure golden flame like the midday sun.
The whole world seemed to be enveloped in this golden light.
Clearly, Ian's flames incorporated the structure of ancient Greek prayer rituals—the moment the flames formed, the temperature of the entire Black Forest soared to an extreme level.
The newly reborn, twisted plants turned to ashes at a visible speed. Golden waves of fire, accompanied by scorching heat, swept towards the woman like a roaring beast.
"The Sun God's Fire?"
The woman was engulfed by flames. Although the flames did not harm her in the slightest, they did bring her to a standstill. Her cold and beautiful face was filled with astonishment.
The powerful aura surrounding him fluctuated briefly under the intense heat. It was unclear whether this was due to the influence of the flames or because he realized what kind of power was contained within Ian's flames.
Just now.
A dark shadow shot into the sky from the sea of fire.
Ian decisively activated his Animagus form and flew into the sky. As soon as he completed the transformation, he felt all the restraints vanish instantly, like ice and snow meeting the sun.
"Hehehe!"
Ian abruptly stopped flying into the sky, as if he had made a decision, and turned around, shooting straight at the woman's face like an arrow.
He still has the moral principle of not hitting someone in the face.
and so.
Ian simply pecked straight at the woman's head.
He displayed his magnanimity.
however.
"Damn it! Get out of here!"
The woman didn't seem to appreciate it. The once elegant and composed woman had completely lost her composure. In her panic, she began to stumble and run, waving at Ian to shoo him away.
His movements appeared rather clumsy.
Her hasty escape caused her crown to tilt slightly. She ran, he chased; she had no wings and could not fly, the raven's sharp beak precisely pecking and carving at her head.
Finally, it didn't even spare her forehead. With a nimble flip, the raven left a vicious peck on the woman's earlobe, this time drawing a drop of silver blood.
The raven swallowed it whole.
immediately.
It soared into the sky.
With a flap of his wings, he stirred up the burning golden ash, and using the billowing smoke and pervasive mist, he swiftly disappeared into the thick dark clouds above, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The woman fell to the ground.
The elegance, nobility, and sacredness vanished, replaced by a mask of pain—a grimacing face covered in welts, her expression one of utter exasperation.
"God Eater!! It's that filthy thing, Medivh!!!"
The woman shouted through gritted teeth, but her tone was full of helplessness and frustration, as if she felt she had been cruelly mocked. She stood up in a fit of anger and stomped her feet helplessly.
Just as the woman was speaking eloquently and uttering fragrant words...
the other side.
Ian had already pierced through the clouds, soaring through the dreamlike realm, passing through one gathering place after another of the dead, heading towards the ancient castle he knew well.
The little wizard had no idea what was going on. After transforming, it seemed as if he had "built-in navigation," knowing exactly how to fly and where to reach his destination.
The wind howled in his ears, and he flapped his wings with all his might. Soon, a familiar ancient castle appeared in his eyes. The tall and majestic castle looked sinister under the dim sky.
but.
Ian felt at home.
He landed directly on the open ground in front of the castle and reverted to human form.
Not far away, a giant dragon lay there, its enormous body like a small mountain, its scales shimmering with a cold, hard light in the dim light, and its snoring sound as loud as thunder.
"Long time no see, big guy." Ian touched the dragon's skin. The dragon was still snoring, but it also gently exhaled a breath of hot air in response to Ian.
Pushing open the heavy door, Ian entered the castle. The hall was dimly lit, with torches flickering on the walls. He saw Morgan leaning against a bench at the dining table, his back to him.
A golden plate floated in front of the wicked woman.
Ian slowly moved closer, only to be somewhat surprised to find that the disc contained footage of his confrontation with the woman in the Black Forest, every detail crystal clear.
"Teacher, have you been spying all this time?" Ian couldn't help but ask, his tone still carrying a hint of resentment, though it was only directed at the woman he had encountered in the Black Forest.
"Shouldn't I be the one calling you teacher?" Morgan didn't turn around, as if he had already sensed Ian's arrival. He gently stroked the edge of the golden disc, and the scene switched to the ruins of a temple in ancient Greece.
"You've really got some nerve, not bothering wizards anymore." Morgan sighed, his tone seemingly full of admiration for Ian, though Ian could tell it was sarcastic.
The young wizard does have some ability to discern this.
Who did I meet?
Ian couldn't help but ask, feeling that Morgan must know the truth. This wicked witch seemed to be hiding many secrets, even more mysterious to him than Merlin.
"Who else could it be?"
Morgan smiled and spoke.
"Congratulations, as a wizard, you have successfully provoked the god of witchcraft, the goddess of sorcery—Circe." Morgan's eyes revealed a mocking expression.
She loved seeing Ian's shocked, stunned expression.
"Gurgle~"
Ian was somewhat prepared, but he still couldn't help swallowing hard. Having clearly sensed the woman's terrifying aura, he realized he might be facing a dead god. Suddenly, Ian remembered the old witch and, on a whim, immediately asked Morgan about it.
"There's also an old witch, she's a god too, I think. I feel like I'll have a hard time fighting her." Ian was very confident in his strength, so he felt that anyone he couldn't beat should be classified as a god or something like that.
"god?"
Morgan listened to Ian's guess as if she had heard a particularly funny joke, and burst into laughter without any regard for her image. She even patted the long table a few times while touching her stomach.
"..."
Ian was completely confused.
After laughing enough, Morgan the Black Witch gave her answer.
"You couldn't beat your senior sister—no, you couldn't beat your grand-disciple—and you still have to give her a hand? That's the most hilarious thing I've heard in days!"
Morgan looked like he was laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
The pectoral muscles were twitching and pulsating.
(End of this chapter)