The dazzling electric light drowned the lightning rod. The human-faced monster, created by the power of the temple on the island of Delos, was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. Even though it had prepared special means to deal with ancient weather magic, under the power of nature, those little bits of resistance were as fragile as bubbles. It had no ability to resist at all. The monster disappeared in a flash of lightning.
Even in the temple on the island, at this moment, a scream of pain was heard. "Char Sprout!!!" The being in the temple screamed his name, its hatred so strong that it seemed even all the water in the river could not wash it away. After all, it really couldn't understand. In order to steal a little power from it, he had ended up getting struck by lightning along with it. Was he sick? This was definitely sick! After this lightning strike, the magic power increased by the ritual he had been preparing for so long was completely lost. The word "blood loss" was not enough to describe how terrible it was.
Or perhaps the natural will contained in the lightning was too severe to be restrained. Even though it had only transmitted magic power remotely through the connection with the mutant human-faced glow mushroom, the natural will in the lightning still followed this mysterious connection, bringing an intense burning pain. This injury was even more serious to it than the loss of so much strength. "It will take at least another decade of sleep to recover from this damage. Damn it, damn it, this small gain hurts others and doesn't benefit me."
Just now, it had a heart full of anger and resentment, but there was no place to vent. After all, in its opinion, Char must have turned into a pile of charcoal, or even been shattered into pieces. That was thunder and lightning. Even in ancient times, it was enough to awe the Titans who were worshipped as gods. Don't be fooled by the fact that he could use ancient weather magic, but it could see it at a glance. It was just a trick to obtain the natural will that could drive lightning through other means. In ancient times, there had been people who had used ancient weather magic in this opportunistic way, but they were all fake. It was completely different from the natural will contained in real lightning. Having experienced real lightning was the real watershed in ancient weather magic. Even in the Age of Olympus, this was a taboo among the gods. Only the God-King who was born extraordinary could get involved.
Char Sprout was just a modern little wizard living in a world where magic was declining. How could he possibly be involved in this area? Rather than continue to pay attention to this, it was better to fall asleep as soon as possible to recover from the damage suffered this time. As for the chess piece left outside, although it was a pity, it had to be put aside for the time being. Immediately, the temple gate slowly closed. The black-robed figure wearing the badge of the Master of Transfiguration also retreated back into the temple. As for the Quintapeds who had originally gathered near the temple to worship, they also dispersed.
At the same time, on Sprout Island, under the lightning rod, a human figure as black as charcoal was lying there. If there wasn't still a slight beat in his chest, one would be afraid that no one could feel any life inside this body. But a moment later, something incredible happened. The breathing of this ball of charcoal began to slowly strengthen. The heartbeat from his chest gradually became stronger. The vigorous vitality, along with the heartbeat, began to revive throughout the body, just like a sprout growing out of the dry earth. Accompanied by a pain and itchiness worse than being bitten by ten thousand ants at the same time, the bright red flesh and blood also broke through the tight, black, carbonized surface. But at this moment, although he looked extremely miserable, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. There was a sense of joy in his voice.
Although he had decided to implement this plan before, he had been completely sure that he would not be killed by lightning. But when he had really faced the lightning in nature, the overwhelming force had almost overwhelmed everything. It still made him feel scared when he thought about it now. No wonder even in mythology, only a few of the most powerful gods could wield the power of thunder and lightning. It was terrifying, really terrifying. However, when his eyes fell on the system panel, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile of joy. After this lightning, the natural will that filled his body was more than a hundred times stronger than before. Even with his ancient weather magic, there was still no subsequent method to improve the magic rune configuration. But relying solely on the surging will of nature, all of this had made the ancient weather magic characters shine with a light that was far beyond the previous silver luster. The brilliance of gold and platinum! He took a breath. Ancient weather magic close to the platinum level... it was conceivable how powerful it would be. Except for the legendary power, he was afraid this was the most powerful means of attack that he currently had. Even several diamond-level magics were far inferior. And if he were to obtain the subsequent magic rune configuration, the platinum level, he was afraid it would be reached at that time, purely in terms of magical power. Except for the magic cast by top wizards at the level of Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Grindelwald, he was afraid that most of the magic in the magic world would not be enough in front of this ancient magic.
And at this time, in addition to the rapid increase in attainments in ancient weather magic, there was another unexpected surprise on the system panel. That was the legendary life that had progressed extremely slowly after its sublimation. After experiencing this lightning strike, the light was obviously much brighter than before. His eyes sparkled. Even a bold idea came up. If only lightning could be used as a means to forge a legendary life, perhaps the second sublimation that was originally out of reach would not be so far away anymore. He just remembered the power of thunder and lightning that he had just experienced. The joy in his heart would have been extinguished if it weren't for the Thunderbird potion. It was still too risky to use lightning to forge a legendary life. It was just that the Thunderbird potion required a Thunderbird's eye. Even a Potions Master like Snape had only had one. You could imagine how precious it was. Even if he wanted to find a replacement, he was afraid it would not be easy to find. Therefore, he could only shake his head and give up. Then he would see if he could find some magical herb with similar effects. Maybe then he could give it a try.
At last, he waved his wand gently. Clouds of ash, produced by the collision between the will of nature and the power of the temple, floated and gathered together. There was an ancient, pure magic in this. It could greatly lower the threshold for cultivating ancient plants or awakening ancient magical plants. The last time he had obtained the Ancient Ashes, he had successfully completed the introductory steps of propagating the Whomping Willow branches. Even Professor Sprout had been shocked. And this time, thanks to the existence of the temple on the island of Delos, a large amount of cursed magic power had been transmitted over. The amount of ancient ash produced after the hedging was far greater than before, more than ten times. If it was just an experimental cultivation of ancient plants, it would probably be enough for him to use for a long time. Carefully collecting these ashes, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. The value of these ashes to him was no less than the improvement of his ancient weather magic. All in all, this wave had been a huge profit.
A moment later, making sure nothing was missed, he then took a step forward and walked out from under the lightning rod. And at this time, seeing him safe and sound, the expressions of the giant trolls who had been guarding nearby became more and more fanatical and admiring. The lightning just now... just watching from afar had made them feel an instinctive fear. Even their hair had snapped. There was no doubt that anyone who had been affected in the slightest would be dead. But their king was able to walk out safely after the lightning. He was even emitting a more vigorous and powerful vitality. The next moment, the trolls roared excitedly one by one. "Groonk! Groonk!"
The fanaticism of Sirius, the Troll Priest, was even worse than these low-intelligence giants. Because it had inherited some of the Titan's blood, it had some broken memories. When he saw Char walk out of the lightning safely, his body still filled with the will of nature, even his blood seemed to begin to burn and boil. Scenes and memories of thunder and lightning, along with the awe inherited from his ancestors, revived in his body. From these memories, he understood a little. Thunder and lightning... this was a magic that even his great ancestor Hephaestus could not control. In a sense, this was the symbol of the authority of the King of the Gods. During the Olympian era, there had been a rumor circulating: whoever could control thunder and lightning would become the next God-King. But until the end of the Olympian era, such an existence had never appeared. Thunder and lightning were still the privilege of the God-King. But now, his heartbeat accelerated violently. A scene that even its ancestors had never witnessed had appeared before its eyes. If they followed that ancient rumor, the new God-King was most likely the little wizard in front of them. His excitement was beyond words. The Centaur's prophecy seemed to be true. This king of trolls would lead their tribe to restore their ancient glory.
And at this time, in the ocean, the huge Kraken also revealed itself in the storm. It had also inherited some of the blood of the Titans. It felt the same thing. Long before, it had been quite confused about the concentration of Titan blood in Char's body. After all, it was incredible that he had such terrifying power at such a young age. It had been so long since the Olympian era, and even if it was a regression to one's ancestral roots, it would be difficult to obtain such a rich Titan bloodline, right? But now, the Kraken understood. Char's bloodline was most likely not the ordinary bloodline of the Titans, but the bloodline of the former king of gods. The talent of a God-King. Then what was the logic? Wasn't every God-King chosen by fate and destined to stand at the highest point of an era? Even in this era when magic was declining, the chosen God-King could still perform miracles. The only thing you needed to consider was how to hold on to the thigh of this future God-King. Right now, it was extremely grateful. Fortunately, it had always gotten along well with this little wizard. It had also helped him a few times. If it had fought him to the death after their first battle, maybe in a few years, even if the Hufflepuff lady didn't let him turn into octopus sashimi, Char would be able to do it. The Kraken, the giant monster of the North Sea, was completely convinced by him. Submitting to the future God-King was not shameful. Even the proud Titan blood in its body, at this moment, seemed to be bowing to the God-King.
And it was at this moment that Char suddenly had a strange feeling. The spiritual eye could sense the troll priest Sirius and the North Sea monster Kraken. There was an extremely faint but real golden thread extending towards them. And when these two golden threads, similar to the power of faith, fell on him, there was an itch and a slight stinging between his eyebrows. It seemed as if something was being branded on it. When he focused his attention, he then discovered a strange scene. In his own spiritual world, in the pupil of his spirit, there was actually a very faint lightning mark floating. This made him feel a little surprised. It was unclear what had caused such a change. He subconsciously looked at the system panel. He hoped to see if it was reflected there.
The next moment, the light that came into view made his mind go blank. On the system panel, in addition to the Patronus Charm that shimmered with mythical light, another line of writing had appeared, dim and blurry, but gleaming with the same light. He could vaguely see that the content of this handwriting was [The Authority of the God-King]. He was completely stunned. After a while, his rapidly accelerating heartbeat gradually calmed down. A guess also emerged in his mind. "The existence in the temple on Delos seemed to be shocked by my ancient weather magic. It kept asking where I got this magic from. In mythology, whether it's ancient Greek or Norse, the one who can control thunder and lightning is either the king of the gods or his successor. Could it be that I survived the lightning strike and met some mysterious conditions? In addition, the Giant Priest Sirius and the North Sea Kraken, two special beings with some Titan blood, pay homage to me. So that's how he obtained this so-called Divine King authority?"
For such a speculation, he wasn't sure either. But no matter what, the system panel would not lie to him. He really did have a mythical ability. No matter how it had come about, what role did the authority of the God-King play? This was what he was concerned about. His gaze fell on the lightning mark in the pupil of his spirit. Thoughts in his heart. Since this represented the lightning mark of the so-called authority of the God-King, and it was imprinted on the pupil of his spirit, that was very likely. Did it require spiritual power to stimulate it? Immediately, he maintained his Occlumency. While carefully summoning his spirit, he tried to touch the lightning-shaped mark. But just as he approached it, he felt a familiar feeling. It was just like when he had used the mythical Patronus Charm. Pressure. Pressure like a mountain fell. But this time, it was almost entirely mental. At the same time, there was also a vague, distant but extremely loud voice echoing in his mind. It was almost identical to the language heard when Demeter's oracle had been touched previously. But now, he was no longer interested in the prophecy. The tremendous pressure fell on his spirit. His face turned pale instantly. Everything in front of his eyes went dark. If he hadn't been quite cautious, and his spiritual power had just been trying to get close to the mark, rather than trying to trigger it directly, his spiritual world might have collapsed at this moment.
After a while, he finally regained some of his attention from the tinnitus in his ears, gasping for breath. Using the Patronus Charm, although it was stressful, he could still rely on the burden of his legendary life. But the pressure of this divine authority fell entirely on his spirit. Although his spiritual power was much stronger than that of ordinary little wizards, it was obviously still far from being able to call upon some of the power of the God-King's authority. He shook his head and gave up the idea of continuing to explore it. "It seems that we have to wait until our spiritual power is greatly enhanced. Only then do we have enough capital to explore the purpose of the Divine King's authority. Otherwise, if I were to rashly explore this mythical ability, I might end up killing myself, which would be a complete joke."
However, enhancing his spiritual strength was not too difficult for him. His sights fell on the island of Delos. The reward from the large patch of Dittany grass planted earlier was the effect of strengthening the spirit. In particular, the ones planted by him had been sent by the Malfoy family and were excellent varieties selected through generations. The reward level had reached the bronze level. The harvest was not far away. He believed that by then, his spiritual power would undergo a rapid transformation. "Also, this Divine King's authority also contains that ancient and powerful language. So was the Demeter Oracle that was triggered earlier. Could it be that many mythical abilities involve this language? If that's the case, we need to pay more attention to magical linguistics."
But a moment later, he shook his head. All these plans were put on hold for the time being. This was all for later. Compared to these unattainable explorations of the mythical level, the most important thing right now was to use the Ancient Ashes first and steadily obtain what he could. Immediately, he returned to Hogwarts. And in the small greenhouse, without him calling out, his shadow suddenly came out from the corner as if it had smelled something delicious. Looking at it, which was looking at him eagerly, its shadow shaking like a puppy, he did not hide it. He took out some of the ancient ashes obtained this time. The shadow immediately looked like it had been greedy for a long time. Countless shadows squirmed, eagerly absorbing the magic from these ashes. And in this process, his gaze was fixed on the reward light ball above the shadow. He could see that under the magic of the ashes, the reward light ball, which had not grown significantly for a long time, began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye. Every minute, every second, it became fuller, like a heavy fruit. After a while, the shadow snorted contentedly, like it couldn't eat anymore. And the reward light ball above it had expanded to the extreme. He took a deep breath. There was a fiery look in his eyes. A shadow that had awakened the ancient shadow magic... it had taken so long. Maturity was just around the corner.
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