chsdbacks Chapter 213, Section 212: The Battle Ends! The Promise with Merlin!
Chapter 213, Section 212: The Battle Ends! The Promise with Merlin!
Chapter 213, Section 212: The Battle Ends! The Promise with Merlin!
Not all stories of heroes are about heroes.
There are other things too.
Anyway, Ian was quite satisfied with his way of winning. He remembered hearing that history was written by the victors, and that future generations would only need to know that Merlin couldn't beat him.
Isn't that the truth?
Merlin himself admitted that he couldn't do anything to Ian, but Ian broke through Merlin's mental defenses. The difference in strength between them was obvious to anyone with eyes to see.
"Wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind!" Ian remembered the teachings left to future generations by Lady Ravenclaw. In this battle, he was an assistant who had more wisdom than Merlin.
The little wizard was sighing.
On the other side...
"×&%￥#@、SN☆2113^&%！$#&%￥·———." Merlin's cursing continued unabated.
He was completely submerged in a lake in an oasis, constantly stuffing antidotes into his mouth.
They also poured many bottles of what appeared to be a magic potion used to clean up viruses into the oasis's lake.
"In the end, I was the one who had never suffered a defeat."
Ian landed beside the oasis lake, picked a fruit from a nearby tree, took a bite, and his face gradually became contorted.
"Want some? It's delicious."
Ian started selling to Merlin.
however.
His trick couldn't even fool a little girl like Aurora, so how could it possibly fool a great wizard like Merlin? The man in the lake continued to speak vulgarly as always.
"Is it because you can't accept defeat?"
Ian threw away the sour fruit in his hand.
"If I can't afford to lose, I'll accept a best-of-three format." He's now in a state of enlightenment, and he still has plenty of brilliant ideas to put into practice.
This made even the young wizard eager to try. He could fight for three more days and three nights, let alone three more. The difference in magical power between legendary wizards and ordinary wizards was no longer just a matter of quantity.
And quality.
While ordinary wizards don't have a concept of running out of mana, their control over magic is still limited by the activity of their mana. In contrast, legendary wizards have virtually inexhaustible mana.
The magic remains active.
However, the rate at which the active substance recovers is much faster than the rate at which it is released. Of course, Ian didn't know if this was the case for all legends, or if he was a rather special case.
Although Ian didn't know much about wizards at this level, he could still glean some details about the legendary rank from his personal panel that were unknown to ordinary people.
Name: Ian Prince Class: Bloodline Mage Magic Power: Level 11 Rank: Celestial Legendary Skill: [Enlightenment of Wisdom [This skill cannot be upgraded]]
【Guardian Spell (Level 4) 741/800】
Ian's Patronus Charm is almost ready to unlock its extraordinary properties, which is why the Patronus Charm is considered white magic. If it were black magic, he would have reached level seven or eight by now.
of course.
The most important thing to pay attention to is not the level of magic, but the fact that since Ian became a legendary wizard, a new piece of information called "Rank" has appeared on his personal panel.
In Ian's view, since there is such a thing as "Celestial Legend," there must be other different categories within the legend category. He wondered if this was related to the way to become a legend.
He had originally planned to ask Merlin for advice, but judging from his current state, he probably wouldn't believe Merlin even if he explained things to him. So he could only wait a few more days and return to the Mystic Realm to ask his teacher for advice.
Ok.
Ian, who was enlightened by himself and then by his teacher, now understands that perhaps Morgan's approach to him in the illusion was not only because of his special status as a living person in the illusion.
As for the specific details...
We can only wait a few days to verify with Morgan.
"If we can't afford to lose, let's keep going." Ian didn't know if wielding the power of magic was a legendary characteristic of Merlin, but he also wanted to see more of Merlin's unique magic.
Seeing something means you've learned it.
Having learned it means I can do it.
I would become the authoritative magic journal of future generations. If I could get Merlin to use some dark magic, Ian believed he could successfully learn it while the other was casting it.
The little wizard had a very clever plan.
however.
Merlin, however, was not fooled.
"Go fight whoever you want! Don't come after me! I never want to be involved with your dark magic again in my life! This shouldn't even be called black magic!"
Merlin didn't know how many times he had cast cleansing spells on himself, but he could still smell the odor on his body. He almost rubbed his skin raw while soaking in the lake.
It's not Merlin's fault.
The stench of humans might not be very lethal, but it is persistent enough. He added a little bit of it, which is something that comes naturally after reaching level eight in Transfiguration.
"Then I'll show you my other dark magic."
Ian blinked.
I started to chicken out.
Merlin, however, remained unmoved, glaring indignantly at Ian. "Who taught you magic? What kind of heartless person would use plague as a research subject for transmutation?!"
He was certainly aware of how terrifying Ian's magic was; in fact, he wasn't even sure if he had been infected with the virus Ian had mentioned from a thousand years in the future.
Perhaps as a potion master, he can ignore all the poisons in the world, but that's only what he knows about. Who knows what the virus will be like a thousand years from now?
"I am a student of Salazar Slytherin." Ian knew he couldn't cause trouble for his teachers while out and about, so he gave a name he didn't particularly like.
That's the truth.
After all, he studied at Hogwarts.
Salazar Slytherin was the founder of Hogwarts.
"A thousand years from now?"
Merlin probably had a way of discerning the truthfulness of other people's words. He nodded, unaware that the child he was facing was a genius who only told the truth, but not necessarily the whole truth.
"Yes."
Ian nodded.
"Okay, I've got it."
Merlin repeated Salazar Slytherin's name several times earnestly, as if trying to memorize it. He couldn't be too harsh on Ian, a wizard who was only ten years old.
They're still just kids.
I felt pretty good after hurling a few hundred insults.
Merlin now only wants to know who could have taught such a gifted little wizard to be so wicked, lacking any of the principles and pride that a genius who has mastered both ancient and modern times should have.
"Your tricks are indeed impressive. Okay, I admit it, you win." Merlin was probably afraid that Ian would insist on starting a second round, and he didn't want to see any more of Ian's underhanded tactics.
As for the outcome.
He wasn't the type to be invincible, but losing would break his spirit. Victory and defeat were never important to Merlin; he simply never imagined that one day someone would defeat him in this way.
"Take my advice. I have no prejudice against dark magic, but you really should learn less of these underhanded tricks." Merlin even expressed his appreciation for Ian's talent.
To become a young legend against the tide of time a thousand years later, in an era destined to become increasingly degenerate, must be someone qualified to be his companion on the same path.
He wanted to guide this genius onto the right path.
"I actually know some normal magic too." Seeing that Merlin didn't seem to be very hostile, Ian raised his wand and used the basic spell "Blazing Flames".
The fire dragon of the peas illuminated the entire desert sky.
Merlin looked up.
Staring at Ian's "ordinary" flames, he remained silent, not because he was amazed by the power of the magic, but because he could still feel the fiery aura emanating from it.
"You call magic that burns other people's souls and uses them as nourishment a more normal kind of magic?" After a long while, Merlin asked in a strange tone.
"All my fire magic has this characteristic, there's nothing I can do about it." Ian explained earnestly, but failed to gain understanding, only to be met with another round of Merlin's silence.
After a while.
"Do you possess the bloodline of the soul-devouring demons of the underworld?"
Merlin could probably only come up with this one reason.
"Are you talking about Dementors?"
Ian paused for a moment.
Looking at the image Merlin had drawn, he confirmed that the other person was referring to the same creature.
"No, I am a pure human wizard."
Ian gave an honest answer.
"But I do have a Dementor. It's super well-behaved. It even scrubs my back when I take a bath. Did you know that they can actually blow bubbles from their mouths?"
He also added a brief description of his daily life at Hogwarts.
"??????"
Merlin was bewildered again.
"Many wizards who hate me say I'm crazy, but now it seems—I'm just too normal."
In the oasis.
The sigh of the legendary Wizarding King lingered for a long time.
Just as Ian and Merlin were interacting.
the other side.
They moved the battlefield away from the area.
"Why hasn't the teacher come back yet?"
Morgan stood in the middle of the forest, now scorched earth. The ground beneath her feet was cracked as if it had been baked by the scorching sun for months, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.
The once lush forest is now completely bare, the lake has long since dried up, and the soil at the bottom is cracked with deep ravines, as if the earth is silently wailing. Even slightly affected by the battle, this area already displays a devastated ecosystem that seems unlikely to recover indefinitely.
This is the power of a legendary wizard; calling him a humanoid nuclear bomb would not be an exaggeration at all.
"I'm a little worried."
Morgan looked down at the shadowy creature in her hand; the dark shape trembled slightly in her palm.
They seemed to be relieved by the scene before them.
"What are you worried about? Those are two legends—creatures that are hard to kill completely. If they continue to stay here and fight, we probably won't even be left with ashes."
The creature in the shadows still sounded somewhat shaken.
"Just who is your teacher?"
It tried to ask Morgan about Ian.
just.
Morgan did not respond to the probing of the shadow creature.
"Take me to them." Morgan's voice was firm and unwavering, her gaze fixed on the shadowy creature as if forcing it to make a choice.
The shadowy creature trembled slightly, its voice tinged with terror: "Are you insane? That level of combat is deadly! A beginner like you would only be throwing your life away. This isn't a show."
It's not suicide! When those beings fight, mortals only suffer!
"They are no longer human!"
The shadow creature's voice was filled with deep fear.
"You're not human either." Morgan's words delivered a fatal blow, leaving the shadow creature speechless. At that moment, Morgan raised the wand that Ian had conjured for her and began to threaten again.
"You have to take me to them." Morgan wasn't worried that Ian would be defeated by Merlin. In her opinion, the wizard who could write the Dark Bible was far superior to the Wizard King that the bards talked about.
She felt it would be a waste that she had already brought out the Great Gem, but still couldn't see her teacher defeat Merlin. She was hoping to witness the battle between powerful wizards and feel the rhythm of magic.
"Threatening me?"
The shadow creature simply chuckled.
"Do you know what wolfishness is? The big bad wolf never accepts threats!" It clearly believed that Morgan's magic could not harm it, so it responded with unwavering confidence.
however.
Morgan, who seemed to sense this, narrowed his eyes slightly. "My teacher loves me the most. If I tell him you bit me, he'll definitely torture you severely."
Bad women seem to have this ability to lie through their teeth.
Even at such a young age, little Morgan has the ability to shed tears on cue, and his pitiful expression far surpasses the acting skills of popular celebrities.
The shadow creature and the entire wolf were speechless upon seeing this.
"You're framing me!"
It panicked a little.
When Ian held it in his hand, it could feel a terrifying pressure. Although it didn't know why, it was also very clear that the evil little wizard definitely had the ability to torture it.
He's a legend, after all!
"That's right, I'm going to frame you." Morgan's nod of admission only alarmed the shadow creature more than any further reasoning, and it immediately became somewhat exasperated.
"Damn that dark witch! I shouldn't have accepted this mission. I thought watching over a small child would be easy, but I've run into this level of trouble!"
"I'm just a wolf!" it cried out in deep regret, but Morgan paid no heed to its emotions. The young black witch's eyes were filled with threat.
"You win."
The shadow creature finally couldn't hold on any longer. Its body suddenly became illusory, and little Morgan became illusory as well. The next moment, the man and the wolf found themselves in some kind of passage.
"This is—a spatial passage?"
Morgan stared wide-eyed in astonishment. Beneath her feet lay nothingness, yet a strange force supported her, allowing her to stand steadily. The surrounding scenery rapidly shifted. She found herself standing in a vibrant, multicolored space, as if she were in the middle of a flowing river.
The surrounding colors constantly change, like a fairytale dreamscape, dazzling and breathtakingly beautiful.
"This is the winding, rainbow-colored river from a fairy tale, accessible only to creatures like us in those stories." Perhaps the distorted shadow really is the big bad wolf it described.
"We are tracing the trail of your teacher and Merlin. However, I must warn you, don't blame me if you die; onlookers in a battle between legends can easily become the unlucky ones."
It issued a warning to Morgan.
"Can we still make it?"
Little Morgan, however, was only concerned with whether he could see his teacher's heroic figure.
"Of course, a duel between wizards of the same level can last for several hours or even more than ten hours." The shadow creature was essentially giving little Morgan a lesson.
Holding onto hope.
Time seemed to blur within the spatial passage. Morgan felt the colors around him constantly shifting, as if traversing countless regions and finally flowing into an unknown land.
"We've arrived."
The voice of the shadow creature rang in Morgan's ears.
Morgan felt a blur before his eyes, and the scenery around him changed again.
She found herself standing in a vast desert, with yellow sand swirling in the sky, the sun blazing overhead, and a scorching wind blowing against her cheeks. The temperature here was at least ten degrees higher than where she had just been.
Where are they?
Morgan blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden change, but still looking around in a daze, she couldn't see any figures engaged in fierce fighting.
"They're over there."
The shadow creature pointed out the way to little Morgan, but its tone was rather strange, as if it had witnessed some unexpected scene.
Morgan looked in the direction the shadow creature indicated.
All I saw was...
Two figures stood in the shadow of a sand dune. They were Ian and Merlin. Merlin looked somewhat disheveled, his robes were tattered, and his face and arms were covered with red and swollen wounds. Ian, on the other hand, looked much more relaxed. His clothes were slightly dusty, but he looked completely unharmed.
It's almost immediately obvious which one is more wolfish or foxy.
"Teacher!" Morgan ran over excitedly, his eyes full of admiration.
"You really are the best!" She hugged Ian tightly. The future magnanimous black witch didn't even have a little bun yet, so she could only be given a bad review.
"What are you doing here? Pfft, this thing is indeed strange." Ian was only slightly taken aback when he looked at the shadow in Morgan's hand and immediately realized why Morgan was here. His forbidden spell hadn't really sealed the other party, and the fact that the other party hadn't taken the opportunity to escape but instead brought Morgan here was rather intriguing.
"Oh my God!"
The shadow creatures reacted very strongly.
"You—you actually defeated Merlin! No way! No way! Cinderella said! This era belongs to Merlin!" The shadow creature's voice was filled with disbelief and horror.
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Upon hearing this, Merlin's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to retort, but he ultimately held back. He now truly understood what it meant to have a bitter pill to swallow.
How so?
He claims that the bruises on his body are all from his own bruising?
So how would you answer the question, "Why do you want to demoralize yourself?" Merlin certainly didn't want to wander the world in a while and hear rumors everywhere that he had contracted hundreds or thousands of unsavory diseases!
"Don't bring up defeat or anything like that. It's not good to rub salt in someone's wounds. This is my good brother Merlin. He said he would take me to dig for treasure. We just signed a contract."
A magical contract is indeed emerging between Ian and Merlin, and it is currently in effect.
"Discovering treasure?"
Morgan's eyes lit up.
"Yes, after digging it up, the treasure was about equal to Merlin's. I've already proven my professionalism to my good brother." Ian fully demonstrated the professional qualities of a shrewd businessman from Hogwarts.
She is very approachable.
"How did you prove it?"
The shadow creature suddenly interrupted.
Ian glared at the shadow in Morgan's hand, but still showed his good apprentice his tools, the professional equipment from the alchemy master.
Some resembled intricate hooks, others ancient compasses, and still others strangely shaped shovels—these things seemed familiar to the shadow creatures.
"Are you guys going to rob graves?!"
It immediately sensed where the so-called treasure was.
after all.
It comes from the Soul Palace.
"So it was tomb raiding!" Little Morgan suddenly realized, then became thoughtful, feeling that she had gained a new understanding and knowledge of her teacher's wizarding school.
"That's a very unpleasant way to put it."
Ian rolled his eyes.
Morgan Jr. no longer talks about tomb raiding, but the shadow creatures don't give him any face.
"I'm just curious what kind of tomb it is that would bring one legend into the life of another." The shadow creature's voice became more excited when he talked about tomb raiding.
Completely unaware that he was still a subordinate.
"That's what I wanted to ask too. We just signed the contract, and we haven't had time to go into details yet." Upon hearing this, Ian also turned to look at the mysterious Merlin.
Ask yourself.
What a fine tomb.
He dug it all by himself.
Merlin probably thought the same.
Merlin dared not go alone, undoubtedly because that place was extremely dangerous. Seeing the young wizard's gaze fixed upon him, Merlin first gave a meaningful look to the shadowy creature in Morgan's hand.
immediately.
After carefully considering his words, he spoke softly.
"It is indeed a place where you might encounter danger, but I believe there is a path leading forward. Because the owner of that tomb once accomplished things that neither you nor I could have done."
Merlin spoke with a somewhat serious tone.
"What's wrong?"
The little wizard's curiosity was immediately piqued.
Merlin glanced at him, then looked again at the shadowy creature in Morgan's hand. "I think these shadows of history should be very familiar with that name."
There was a brief pause.
"The tomb we're going to excavate is the burial place of the legendary wizard who killed three gods." His words immediately provoked a huge reaction from the shadow creatures.
"You're all insane! Insane!"
The shadowy creature let out a deafening scream of terror.
Obviously.
It realized what Merlin was saying.
"Absolutely not!"
The shadow creatures are howling.
Merlin ignored its voice and looked at the still confused little wizard.
"Perhaps you, from over a thousand years in the future, will no longer be able to find relevant records, but I firmly believe that both of us can find what we are looking for in this adventure."
His voice was full of conviction.
"A wizard who killed a god?"
Ian was still reeling from the surprise.
"Yes."
Merlin nodded.
"The tomb I found belongs to the God Eater—Medivh."
He spoke softly.
His tone was calm and solemn.
however.
"ah?????""
Upon hearing this, Ian was suddenly taken aback.
This time, it was his turn to be dumbfounded.
"Oh my God!"
Morgan was also stunned.
Did he make a pact with Merlin to rob Medivh's grave?
She felt that her teacher was indeed a truly ruthless person!
"This—." Ian swallowed hard, looking at the [May's Pact] that was now engraved on his arm and connected to his soul.
"Is it too late for me to break the contract now?"
He vigorously rubbed away the marks left by the contract.
Unfortunately.
The miracle did not happen.