Chapter 671: The Sun Never Sets

"Hello, Nelson!"

Andros didn't understand that Nelson stopped watching, so he called out, seeing that Nelson didn't respond, he couldn't miss such a spectacular magic, so he turned his head and continued to watch the miracle brought by Pythia.

The white snake slowly moved along the body of Pythia, like a piece of delicate armor, resisting the harsh winter and the severe cold brought by the heights, its jewel-like eyes were full of the color of the Pythia Conference, and it moved forward. Thirteen years of being lost at the border of death appeared in its eyes undisguisedly, forming its most important pupils. Warm light particles sprinkled from between the scales, driving away the exhaustion of every onlooker and depression.

Good memories flicker in everyone's heart and eyes. Some of them may not be happy enough, and even full of bitterness of life, but compared with years of darkness, every memory fragment before Haierbo appeared is enough to comfort their hearts. The once beautiful and peaceful home, the relatives who have passed away, even the fights and quarrels with others... at least they all happened in the sun, and they are already precious.

Witnessing everything she brought, Pythia had a satisfied smile on her face. She stroked the icy scales of the Patronus, and every inch of skin that it slid over lost the coldness of death and became alive. In her previous life, she has never felt the activation of her magic power like today. Destiny rewards all admirable people, and as the mouthpiece of fate, the prophet who searches for fate all his life understands better what the power under the shackles can bring.

Nelson chose to use the magic power of the prophet to reverse the past story and become the anchor point of his journey upstream, while Pythia chose to write his expectation into the gap between the lines of fate to make it a reality.

"I hope you win, and I hope you live..."

The rain of light no longer slipped from the hands of Andros, they fell into the hearts of every warrior who fought for their homeland, no matter they were wizards or not, regardless of their city-state and status, it nourished the wounds in battle and healed The scars left by the dementors, the sharp silver light she had seen in the eyes of the silver falcon summoned by Nelson burst out from between the scales of the white snake—she hoped to defeat Haierbo, defeat the army he made with death, she hoped that people There was more joy in his eyes than fear.

So this magic, which she created entirely by herself, was endowed with the power to fight fear.

"Call God to protect you!"

She held up her right hand holding the resurrection stone and waved her fist to the sky. Nelson's magic power shaped every inch of her skin and every blood vessel along the framework constructed by Hai Erbo. The two are separated by two thousand years and have different positions. Magic Wizards with different goals and opposite goals have finally accomplished this pioneering feat that has never been seen before or since in the history of magic—reviving a dead soul from the dead!

The killing that Haierbo created to reshape her soul reappeared like a flashback spell, and wailing and terrified faces appeared beside her, adding a little horror to the sacred scene, bathed in the guardian spirit In the light, they were bound by chains, and the lingering ghosts washed away their sinful background and gradually turned into a translucent milky white appearance. They bid farewell to the priestess who objectively caused their tragedy with complex eyes , into the sun behind her.

The portal of the Misty Illusion was opened, and countless screaming souls poured out of Pythia's body, and the washed-up sins sprinkled countless pale ashes. If the survivors of the tragedy in the canyon witnessed this scene, they would definitely have mixed feelings in their hearts.

They are lined up, not crowded, and finally they can set foot on the next stop of death.

The people and animals on the beach watched them walk into the portal of the sun, into a misty black door, and when the last soul left Pythia's body, her soul finally became whole and fresh like ordinary people, She didn't continue to ask "whether the soul shaped by Nelson is real", because she knew that she was indeed real.

"Call God to protect you!"

Her voice resounded in everyone's ears again, the wizards raised their hands, and happy memories flashed in their hearts. In this era when black magic was just created, everyone except Haierbo has the ability to see The power of their guardian gods, warm light particles rising from their palms, they heard and felt, the power yearning for light in their souls has endured suffering and oppression, but is still waiting for their call.

The entire Nordic continent was lit up, and the mayflies and the patron saints radiated each other. No one doubted their ability and determination to regain their homeland.

Complicated magic like the Patronus Charm is one of the most difficult spells to master even after two thousand years of mature magic education. They just released the silver light of hope from their hearts like Pythia not long ago, but further The growth still needs practice and hard work, but the reborn Pythia could not continue. She healed the injuries of the crowd, but they still had to rely on themselves for their strength. The surrounding magic could not continue, and she lost her support. Fell to the ground suddenly.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, but fortunately a silver shadow flashed by, and the steel silver falcon left behind by Nelson caught her falling, and the white snake turned into a silver mist and returned to her soul from her heart. The sun is gradually dimming.

People were amazed at the brevity of this miracle. Before they had time to experience the power of the patron saint, everything around them slipped into the night again. Without Nelson's order, the Mayfly's project on the mainland went underground again, and the surrounding light was visible to the naked eye. The speed dimmed, and the sun went out as the last of the dead entered the door.

As the sun behind them dimmed, the disturbed animals fled back to the forest with the last bit of light. At this moment, only the faltering light in the hands of the Greek wizards was left to illuminate them. Watching the silver falcon carrying the sleeping Pythia land, and exchanging glances with each other, this miracle is shocking, but it is too short, so short that one has to wonder if her power is only like this?

The melting snow quickly dispelled the weak heat. People could even hear the ding-dong sound of the water becoming weak, and the sound of the stream around them freezing again. No matter how shocking the sun was, it was too fleeting. .

Facing Haierbo's power to crush everything, facing the dark clouds that have plunged the peninsula into darkness for several years, and facing his decree-like authority to control life at will, this is not enough.

Andros didn't understand what happened, his brain was running fast, trying to think of ways to calm people's hearts, but just when he also fell into depression and the light in his hands began to fade, the world told him the answer.

The extinguished sun came back again, but this time it was no longer behind Pythia, but in the distant sky, like the shadow of the sun not long ago, covering the vast waves with a layer of golden scales.

A small sun rose from the sea level in the south, and the slanting sunlight cast a long shadow for everyone, but they didn't even have time to look at their own shadows. She sank below the surface of the sea like a shy girl. In the rapidly dimming sky, the unknown Greeks looked at each other. Only a handful of travelers who had been to the Snow Country in the North or originally came from here knew what happened. What--

People who have been tortured under the dark clouds for too long have no idea of ​​spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the voyage under the sea has never told them the alternation of cold and heat. Those animals gathered around silently made their own voices in the darkness, representing ignorance to this land. Compared with the wild land, the polar night brought by the cold winter has passed, and although the outcrop of the sun is short, spring has come.

The awakening of the animals was not because of Pythia's disturbing, but because spring had really come, the moment when everything was thriving, and they had really waited for the moment when winter passed.

"If it were in Greece, the trees beside the city-state road could already start sprouting."

Andros's voice faintly rang in everyone's ears, majestic, deep, and trustworthy. His strong and powerful arms were raised high, and he raised his own light spot to a place where everyone could see it. .

"Call God..."

He took a deep breath and roared, "...Guard!"

His roar completely collapsed the pyre that had been scattered by Pythia. The dry firewood on the top fell into the snow-soaked and almost extinguished fire. Sparks shot up and were quickly extinguished by the spreading ice water. , shattered at the moment it was almost re-ignited, leaving only a little spark.

His spell was also like this pile of fire, the silver light was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, but the patron saint that people were looking forward to did not appear, and it dispersed with a "poof".

He remembered what Nelson said when he left, there is no patron saint, they are his own patron saints, looking at the fading spots of light in the hands of the frustrated wizards around him, he continued to shout angrily: "Priest of the Sun God The magic that brings light has been handed over to us, are we going to watch her fight for us? Hide back and stop? Ah?!"

The prestige accumulated during the long escape made the wizards who heard the voice shrink their necks. The light of the patron saint in their hands was almost extinguished by Andros' scolding, but he raised his arms and shouted again: "In the darkest hour , isn’t it the wizards like us who stole the fire from the gods for us?! We want to be our own Prometheus, we want to drive the evil out of our homeland, we—”

His language organization ability has been brought to the extreme, and he was embarrassed for a while and couldn't speak, but it was no longer necessary.

His encouragement spread to everyone's heart, and in the silence, a timid call sounded.

"Call God... guard."

"boom!"

A silver tinder lit up on the scaffolding next to the giant's spine. This was an introverted witch, as if in response to her call, the furnace on the giant's chest burst out steam like sea waves, and the flames on his chest blazed fiercely. The turbine rotates rapidly, bursting out an inspiring and explosive drumbeat.

"Call God to protect..."

"Call God for protection."

"Call God to protect you!"

A curse with different voices and accents sounded in the crowd one after another, and even non-magical Muggles shouted with their voice.

"Call God for protection."

The shouts were like mountains and seas, but they were chaotic, and sporadic fireworks came one after another.

"Call God Guardian—"

The shouts became tidy, but still not firm enough. Inspired by the drumbeat of the giant's furnace, the silver glow of Pythia, which brought them warmth and light, shone among the crowd.

"Call God—"

Andros rushed to the center of the crowd, like a conductor of a band, raised his arms to lead the crowd, the complex incantation became proficient after practicing over and over again, although it was still difficult, they had passed the first step of learning the incantation At this juncture, he pounded his chest passionately, like an orangutan courting a mate, but no one would laugh at him for this. He remembered Nelson's last piece of advice, and recited aloud: "Think about the most important thing in your life." Happy moment!"

"Call God—"

Under his guidance, the crowd shouted spells in unison. Whether they were wizards or Muggles, they were all bathed in the silver mist, and their hearts were even beating in sync. Condensed fragile ice.

Everyone smiled in the memories, and their emotions infected those around them, mobilizing different magic powers into the same cause.

"...Guards!"

The neat chorus slammed into the chest of the frozen giant of Nordic, and the ice shattered.

In the pervasive silver mist that blinds the eyes, several agile silver animals jumped into the air, excitedly expressing the joy of meeting their creators, although most people failed to complete this complex task. Tough magic, but the Forerunner's demonstration was exhilarating enough.

Andros stood there helplessly. He felt the magic power surging in his heart. Recalling the experience of leading the city-state to escape from birth, he felt that he was happy enough, but the burst of silver light still flickered and then fell silent.

"Pfft," Nelson, who didn't know when he came back, patted him on the shoulder, and a teasing voice rang in Andros' ears, "It's like a fart, isn't it?"

Andros was ashamed and angry, and looked in Nelson's direction annoyedly. Nelson stood on a conjured stone pier with a hint of ridicule on his face, clapping his hands in his ears.

"Shouldn't you encourage me at a time like this?"

Andros looked Nelson up and down, always feeling that there was a little more frivolity and perverseness in him.

"It's fine if I don't scold you," Nelson shrugged. "Why, do you want to hear it?"

"It's still free." Andros declined Nelson's proposal, "Why can't I use this magic?"

"Magic is not something you can use if you want to," Nelson said, curling his lips, "Either your pronunciation is not standard, or your magic power is too weak, or you don't have any happy memories... Tsk, then you are really Poor, it seems that I will spend more time with you in the future, and leave some happy memories for our poor Xiao An."

Andros looked at the ghostly expression, looked at the jubilant crowd, and sighed: "Actually, this is enough to make me happy."

Nelson took a deep look at him, swallowed the mocking words that were about to blurt out, and said seriously: "The sun will never set again."

He waved his hands vigorously towards the back, the firm steel broke through the ice, and walked out of the forest with neat steps.