Chapter 562 562. The "Legacy" of the Eternal King
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 562 562. The "Legacy" of the Eternal King
Medea and Aaron withdrew their wands.
The cloud of black mist that stopped above the tombstone drilled towards the collapsed tombstone at this moment, and quickly disappeared.
A period of silence followed.
Savannah muttered to herself, "Is King Arthur's bones really here, and what secrets are they hiding?"
"Just keep watching," Scott said.
Savanna asked, "If you don't stop it now, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to resist later?"
"It's just a gamble." Scott said calmly, "Even if we lose in the end, I can always save our lives."
At this moment, Savannah was already a little anxious.
"If you lose too much, so what if you save your life?"
Scott smiled and stood up.
"What's wrong?" Savannah looked up at him.
Scott said: "Since you are worried, let's go and have a look."
"Alright."
Savannah nodded, stood up too, and stretched out her hand to hold the long wooden staff.
The two left the table and chairs in the sea of flowers and walked towards the tombstone in a leisurely manner.
On the other side, Medea and Aaron watched them from a distance until they walked in.
Medea raised her wand, and a red light flew towards Scott's feet, turning a cluster of blooming flowers into flying dust.
"Stop it, Scott."
Medea pointed her wand at Scott.
"I reminded you just now, but you didn't stop it. It's too late to come here now."
Aaron also smiled and said, "We will do our best to stop you."
Scott looked at the broken tombstone and the deep hole exposed under the tombstone.
He took a deep breath, as if sniffing something.
"It's so magical," he said. "It's astonishing."
He could sense that in the cave under the tombstone, an extraordinarily large amount of magical power was brewing.
Even if that magic power hasn't erupted yet, but some magic power fluctuations are leaked, it's enough to make one's heart jump.
"We were just curious and wanted to take a closer look," he said.
But Medea kept pointing at him with the white bone wand, "It's right there."
Scott held out a hand to stop Savannah.
"it is good."
He agreed very simply.
"But……"
Savannah frowned.
"it does not matter."
Scott smiled reassuringly at her.
Savannah looked into his eyes, and nodded despite some hesitation.
Scott withdrew the hand that stopped her.
"You are so obedient, my dear sister."
Aaron sneered at the right time.
Savanna's hand holding the long wooden staff trembled, and she lowered her eyes and ignored him.
Scott didn't look at him either, but said to Medea: "What about you, don't you want to do it, ma'am?"
The smile on Medea's face was perfect, "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Because you want to get your father's approval?"
In order to disgust her, Scott put on a posture of a bosom brother.
"Actually, I don't really understand. Judging from your achievements, if a wizard like you can't be called a genius, how can you be called a genius?"
Medea's perfect expression finally changed slightly.
Although she quickly concealed the trace of resentment, Scott, who had been staring at her, still noticed it.
"Of course a young man like you, Scott, you're the real genius."
She seemed to praise Scott without any grievances.
"What I have achieved is not worth mentioning, because it took me a lifetime, and at your age, I am far worse than you are now."
"You are humble."
Scott has a reassuring smile on his face, and it looks a little deliberate and a little fake.
"I'm just lucky."
Having said that, he saw Medea's fingers holding the wand move, obviously increasing her strength.
But she still praised Scott, "No, you are a real genius, there is no doubt about it."
Scott boasted to her in a serious manner, "Even a genius can't compare with you. You have been reborn and returned after a thousand years. Such a feat is not something that any wizard can do."
"Stop talking, you are all geniuses."
Aaron's expression was exaggerated, and he reached out to touch the non-existent tears in the corner of his eyes.
"I'm an ordinary person. After all, I can't even compare to my sister who is ten years younger."
"As long as you know."
Savannah spoke with a cold voice.
"Stop talking, I know I'm just a waste, woo woo woo..."
Aaron started to fake cry.
"You are right."
Savannah frowned tightly, with a bright look of disgust on her face.
"Mr. Slytherin is coming out soon."
Scott spoke suddenly.
He looked at Medea with a smile in his eyes.
Medea and him looked at each other for a few seconds, then looked away, and turned to look at the hole under the tombstone.
At this time, Scott has already sensed that the fluctuation of magic power in the cave can no longer be suppressed, and it is about to erupt completely.
But at the critical point of the explosion, the extraordinarily huge fluctuation of magic power suddenly became calm.
Wisps of black mist floated out from the hole.
At first, the mist was very thin, like a translucent veil.
Then, the black mist became more and more thicker and darker in color.
Soon, like wolf smoke, it rose into the air, higher than the white tower beside it.
woohoo...
There was a gust of wind blowing out from the hole, and there were whimpers.
The strong wind blew away the ink-like black mist, blowing Medea's dark green skirt.
The black mist became translucent again, and a figure rose from the hole.
The figure moved, as if raising a fist.
In an instant, all the black mist dissipated at an extremely fast speed.
A young man in a crown and rich gown stands above the fragments of the tombstone.
This is a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He has extremely resolute and handsome facial features, a tall and strong body, and a calm and majestic aura.
The only fly in the ointment is that this young man's skin has no blood color, it is pale and transparent, and you can even see the jet-black blood vessels under the skin, which adds a weird feeling.
"Father?" Medea tried to speak.
"Yeah." The blond young man nodded.
Scott and Savannah looked at each other.
"He took King Arthur's body? Was the Eternal King so young when he died?" Savannah muttered softly.
Scott shook his head.
The blond young man looked at them keenly.
Although Savannah's voice was soft, the Slytherins heard it.
"Of course he wasn't so young when he died."
Slytherin walked forward at a leisurely pace.
He walked very slowly, very slowly, as if adjusting to his new body.
"But after more than 1000 years of magical nourishment, this body has become young again."
He walked to the bright silver knight's spear, reached out and pulled out the spear, held it in his hand, weighed it, and then nodded in satisfaction.
"Magic nourishment?"
Scott was a little curious, so he asked him directly.
"Someone made some arrangement when King Arthur was buried, trying to resurrect him?"
"It's Morgan, and the other fairies who run Avalon."
Slytherin put the knight's spear on the ground, and the long cloak with fur fringe flew up behind him.
He smiled and asked, "Have you all heard the legend of the Eternal King?"
Savanna said: "People believe that King Arthur is not dead, he will come back again to save the world."
Scott asked again, "Even if the body is well maintained, what good is it without a soul? Can someone take a soul back from death?"
"They kept his soul," said Slytherin. "It's just that it disappeared a thousand years ago."
"Did you do it?" Savannah asked.
"It was me," Slytherin admitted simply. "I took their work."
"But you're not really resurrected right now," Scott said.
"Yes."
Slytherin raised his hand and made a fist again.
"Although I can use this body, I am not a living person now, because if I leave the magic ceremony, if it takes a long time, this body will still rot like a corpse."
"That's why my father has prepared another magic ceremony." Medea said, "As long as the magic ceremony goes well, he can be completely reborn, and he can also gain true eternal life."
Scott nodded, "I see. I didn't expect that the great Slytherin is also a person who pursues eternal life."
"The pursuit of immortality is not some unspeakable desire."
Slytherin said quietly.
"I have been pursuing more time, and I have thought of many ways to do it, but whether it is making Horcruxes or using the Philosopher's Stone to make elixirs, the results are not satisfactory to me."
"What I pursue is perfect eternal life."
"It's understandable." Scott agreed, "Whether it's a Horcrux or an elixir of life, even I don't like it."
Slytherin laughed.
"Why, do you also want to pursue eternal life?"
"Not yet." Scott said honestly, "Maybe because I am still young, maybe I will start pursuing it when I get older."
"Unfortunately," said Slytherin.
Scott gave him a puzzled look.
"For a genius like you, if possible, I also want to see if you can obtain eternal life. In a long time, it would be nice if you have a companion."
Slytherin said with eminent sincerity.
"Unfortunately, because I want to obtain eternal life, you can only die."
Scott asked directly, "I, the 'non-existent', is one of the ingredients in the magic ceremony you prepared?"
Slytherin nodded, "An unexpected and valuable material is an accident and a surprise."
"That's really an honor." Scott pouted.
"The magic ritual prepared by my father requires a lot of precious materials." Medea said, "The most important one is enough power to deflect fate."
"I understand."
Scott clapped his hands.
"Old Mister Slytherin discovered Merlin's 'clairvoyance' left here, saw the fate of a thousand years later, and recorded it in the 'History Scroll'."
"You let Medea wake up after a thousand years in a planned way. Her mission is to destroy the established fate recorded in the 'History Scroll' and accumulate enough power to deflect fate."
"And I am not on the record of the 'History Volume'. It can be said that my appearance is even just an accident."
Having said that, he clapped his palm vigorously again.
"It can even be said to be a miracle!"
He had that "how am I so good" look on his face.
"Exactly."
Slytherin even let go of the knight's lance and applauded him.
"I didn't expect that you knew such details, but you took the initiative to come here and come in front of me. People have to praise your courage."
He looked at Scott with admiration.
"Sure enough, it's a pity."
"No pity, no pity."
Scott said in a humble tone.
"Although your plan has been planned for thousands of years, it is really not easy. Although the love between your father and daughter is touching, I have no intention of sacrificing myself to fulfill you. I am not a selfless good person."
"It's okay, you don't need to take the initiative to sacrifice, it's too hard for you."
Slytherin also showed that he was very considerate of Scott.
"Whatever I want, I will take the initiative to get it."
As he spoke, he reached out to hold the knight's spear again, and pulled the spear out of the ground.
Scott watched his movements with curious eyes.
"If I remember correctly, you are a wizard."
"Of course I am."
Slytherin raised his hand and unbuttoned the cloak that was sweeping behind him.
Scott asked, "So this knight spear can be used as a magic wand?"
Slytherin said: "Of course King Arthur can use magic."
Scott said, "Merlin was his teacher?"
The Slytherin took two steps forward.
"It was an era when wizards and Muggles were mixed, and even most of the ruling class were wizards who could use magic."
As he spoke, he raised the knight spear in his hand.
It was obviously a heavy weapon, but it seemed to be light in his hands, without any weight.
The sharp tip of the spear shone slightly.
Scott sensed a wave of magic power gathering at the tip of the gun.
He stretched out his hand to hold Savannah, and disappeared instantly.
The moment they disappeared, only a little slower, Slytherin charged in front of where they were standing with both men and guns.
If Scott didn't leave in time, he would be pierced through the chest by the knight's spear.
"Too dangerous."
Scott, who appeared on the other side, showed lingering fear.
"It's just a little bit short of being killed."
"No." Slytherin said, "I will ensure that you are alive. Only when you are alive can you better help me complete the magic ritual."
He looked keenly at Scott's feet, and seemed to find the black feather under the flowers.
"No wonder Medea admires your talent so much."
He said in a tone of emotion.
"Your accomplishments in space magic are enough to shame many wizards who have studied this all their lives."
Scott was very humble, "It's just some tricks, and Medea herself is a genius that ordinary people can't match."
"Medea is not a genius."
Slytherin's tone was full of indifference.
"Even if she spent her entire life, she still failed to break through that barrier. Of course, this did not exceed my expectations. What really exceeded my expectations is that you have already achieved it at such a young age, even younger than when I did it."
Hearing this, Scott couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at Medea.
The expression on Medea's face changed again.
(End of this chapter)
Medea and Aaron withdrew their wands.
The cloud of black mist that stopped above the tombstone drilled towards the collapsed tombstone at this moment, and quickly disappeared.
A period of silence followed.
Savannah muttered to herself, "Is King Arthur's bones really here, and what secrets are they hiding?"
"Just keep watching," Scott said.
Savanna asked, "If you don't stop it now, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to resist later?"
"It's just a gamble." Scott said calmly, "Even if we lose in the end, I can always save our lives."
At this moment, Savannah was already a little anxious.
"If you lose too much, so what if you save your life?"
Scott smiled and stood up.
"What's wrong?" Savannah looked up at him.
Scott said: "Since you are worried, let's go and have a look."
"Alright."
Savannah nodded, stood up too, and stretched out her hand to hold the long wooden staff.
The two left the table and chairs in the sea of flowers and walked towards the tombstone in a leisurely manner.
On the other side, Medea and Aaron watched them from a distance until they walked in.
Medea raised her wand, and a red light flew towards Scott's feet, turning a cluster of blooming flowers into flying dust.
"Stop it, Scott."
Medea pointed her wand at Scott.
"I reminded you just now, but you didn't stop it. It's too late to come here now."
Aaron also smiled and said, "We will do our best to stop you."
Scott looked at the broken tombstone and the deep hole exposed under the tombstone.
He took a deep breath, as if sniffing something.
"It's so magical," he said. "It's astonishing."
He could sense that in the cave under the tombstone, an extraordinarily large amount of magical power was brewing.
Even if that magic power hasn't erupted yet, but some magic power fluctuations are leaked, it's enough to make one's heart jump.
"We were just curious and wanted to take a closer look," he said.
But Medea kept pointing at him with the white bone wand, "It's right there."
Scott held out a hand to stop Savannah.
"it is good."
He agreed very simply.
"But……"
Savannah frowned.
"it does not matter."
Scott smiled reassuringly at her.
Savannah looked into his eyes, and nodded despite some hesitation.
Scott withdrew the hand that stopped her.
"You are so obedient, my dear sister."
Aaron sneered at the right time.
Savanna's hand holding the long wooden staff trembled, and she lowered her eyes and ignored him.
Scott didn't look at him either, but said to Medea: "What about you, don't you want to do it, ma'am?"
The smile on Medea's face was perfect, "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Because you want to get your father's approval?"
In order to disgust her, Scott put on a posture of a bosom brother.
"Actually, I don't really understand. Judging from your achievements, if a wizard like you can't be called a genius, how can you be called a genius?"
Medea's perfect expression finally changed slightly.
Although she quickly concealed the trace of resentment, Scott, who had been staring at her, still noticed it.
"Of course a young man like you, Scott, you're the real genius."
She seemed to praise Scott without any grievances.
"What I have achieved is not worth mentioning, because it took me a lifetime, and at your age, I am far worse than you are now."
"You are humble."
Scott has a reassuring smile on his face, and it looks a little deliberate and a little fake.
"I'm just lucky."
Having said that, he saw Medea's fingers holding the wand move, obviously increasing her strength.
But she still praised Scott, "No, you are a real genius, there is no doubt about it."
Scott boasted to her in a serious manner, "Even a genius can't compare with you. You have been reborn and returned after a thousand years. Such a feat is not something that any wizard can do."
"Stop talking, you are all geniuses."
Aaron's expression was exaggerated, and he reached out to touch the non-existent tears in the corner of his eyes.
"I'm an ordinary person. After all, I can't even compare to my sister who is ten years younger."
"As long as you know."
Savannah spoke with a cold voice.
"Stop talking, I know I'm just a waste, woo woo woo..."
Aaron started to fake cry.
"You are right."
Savannah frowned tightly, with a bright look of disgust on her face.
"Mr. Slytherin is coming out soon."
Scott spoke suddenly.
He looked at Medea with a smile in his eyes.
Medea and him looked at each other for a few seconds, then looked away, and turned to look at the hole under the tombstone.
At this time, Scott has already sensed that the fluctuation of magic power in the cave can no longer be suppressed, and it is about to erupt completely.
But at the critical point of the explosion, the extraordinarily huge fluctuation of magic power suddenly became calm.
Wisps of black mist floated out from the hole.
At first, the mist was very thin, like a translucent veil.
Then, the black mist became more and more thicker and darker in color.
Soon, like wolf smoke, it rose into the air, higher than the white tower beside it.
woohoo...
There was a gust of wind blowing out from the hole, and there were whimpers.
The strong wind blew away the ink-like black mist, blowing Medea's dark green skirt.
The black mist became translucent again, and a figure rose from the hole.
The figure moved, as if raising a fist.
In an instant, all the black mist dissipated at an extremely fast speed.
A young man in a crown and rich gown stands above the fragments of the tombstone.
This is a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He has extremely resolute and handsome facial features, a tall and strong body, and a calm and majestic aura.
The only fly in the ointment is that this young man's skin has no blood color, it is pale and transparent, and you can even see the jet-black blood vessels under the skin, which adds a weird feeling.
"Father?" Medea tried to speak.
"Yeah." The blond young man nodded.
Scott and Savannah looked at each other.
"He took King Arthur's body? Was the Eternal King so young when he died?" Savannah muttered softly.
Scott shook his head.
The blond young man looked at them keenly.
Although Savannah's voice was soft, the Slytherins heard it.
"Of course he wasn't so young when he died."
Slytherin walked forward at a leisurely pace.
He walked very slowly, very slowly, as if adjusting to his new body.
"But after more than 1000 years of magical nourishment, this body has become young again."
He walked to the bright silver knight's spear, reached out and pulled out the spear, held it in his hand, weighed it, and then nodded in satisfaction.
"Magic nourishment?"
Scott was a little curious, so he asked him directly.
"Someone made some arrangement when King Arthur was buried, trying to resurrect him?"
"It's Morgan, and the other fairies who run Avalon."
Slytherin put the knight's spear on the ground, and the long cloak with fur fringe flew up behind him.
He smiled and asked, "Have you all heard the legend of the Eternal King?"
Savanna said: "People believe that King Arthur is not dead, he will come back again to save the world."
Scott asked again, "Even if the body is well maintained, what good is it without a soul? Can someone take a soul back from death?"
"They kept his soul," said Slytherin. "It's just that it disappeared a thousand years ago."
"Did you do it?" Savannah asked.
"It was me," Slytherin admitted simply. "I took their work."
"But you're not really resurrected right now," Scott said.
"Yes."
Slytherin raised his hand and made a fist again.
"Although I can use this body, I am not a living person now, because if I leave the magic ceremony, if it takes a long time, this body will still rot like a corpse."
"That's why my father has prepared another magic ceremony." Medea said, "As long as the magic ceremony goes well, he can be completely reborn, and he can also gain true eternal life."
Scott nodded, "I see. I didn't expect that the great Slytherin is also a person who pursues eternal life."
"The pursuit of immortality is not some unspeakable desire."
Slytherin said quietly.
"I have been pursuing more time, and I have thought of many ways to do it, but whether it is making Horcruxes or using the Philosopher's Stone to make elixirs, the results are not satisfactory to me."
"What I pursue is perfect eternal life."
"It's understandable." Scott agreed, "Whether it's a Horcrux or an elixir of life, even I don't like it."
Slytherin laughed.
"Why, do you also want to pursue eternal life?"
"Not yet." Scott said honestly, "Maybe because I am still young, maybe I will start pursuing it when I get older."
"Unfortunately," said Slytherin.
Scott gave him a puzzled look.
"For a genius like you, if possible, I also want to see if you can obtain eternal life. In a long time, it would be nice if you have a companion."
Slytherin said with eminent sincerity.
"Unfortunately, because I want to obtain eternal life, you can only die."
Scott asked directly, "I, the 'non-existent', is one of the ingredients in the magic ceremony you prepared?"
Slytherin nodded, "An unexpected and valuable material is an accident and a surprise."
"That's really an honor." Scott pouted.
"The magic ritual prepared by my father requires a lot of precious materials." Medea said, "The most important one is enough power to deflect fate."
"I understand."
Scott clapped his hands.
"Old Mister Slytherin discovered Merlin's 'clairvoyance' left here, saw the fate of a thousand years later, and recorded it in the 'History Scroll'."
"You let Medea wake up after a thousand years in a planned way. Her mission is to destroy the established fate recorded in the 'History Scroll' and accumulate enough power to deflect fate."
"And I am not on the record of the 'History Volume'. It can be said that my appearance is even just an accident."
Having said that, he clapped his palm vigorously again.
"It can even be said to be a miracle!"
He had that "how am I so good" look on his face.
"Exactly."
Slytherin even let go of the knight's lance and applauded him.
"I didn't expect that you knew such details, but you took the initiative to come here and come in front of me. People have to praise your courage."
He looked at Scott with admiration.
"Sure enough, it's a pity."
"No pity, no pity."
Scott said in a humble tone.
"Although your plan has been planned for thousands of years, it is really not easy. Although the love between your father and daughter is touching, I have no intention of sacrificing myself to fulfill you. I am not a selfless good person."
"It's okay, you don't need to take the initiative to sacrifice, it's too hard for you."
Slytherin also showed that he was very considerate of Scott.
"Whatever I want, I will take the initiative to get it."
As he spoke, he reached out to hold the knight's spear again, and pulled the spear out of the ground.
Scott watched his movements with curious eyes.
"If I remember correctly, you are a wizard."
"Of course I am."
Slytherin raised his hand and unbuttoned the cloak that was sweeping behind him.
Scott asked, "So this knight spear can be used as a magic wand?"
Slytherin said: "Of course King Arthur can use magic."
Scott said, "Merlin was his teacher?"
The Slytherin took two steps forward.
"It was an era when wizards and Muggles were mixed, and even most of the ruling class were wizards who could use magic."
As he spoke, he raised the knight spear in his hand.
It was obviously a heavy weapon, but it seemed to be light in his hands, without any weight.
The sharp tip of the spear shone slightly.
Scott sensed a wave of magic power gathering at the tip of the gun.
He stretched out his hand to hold Savannah, and disappeared instantly.
The moment they disappeared, only a little slower, Slytherin charged in front of where they were standing with both men and guns.
If Scott didn't leave in time, he would be pierced through the chest by the knight's spear.
"Too dangerous."
Scott, who appeared on the other side, showed lingering fear.
"It's just a little bit short of being killed."
"No." Slytherin said, "I will ensure that you are alive. Only when you are alive can you better help me complete the magic ritual."
He looked keenly at Scott's feet, and seemed to find the black feather under the flowers.
"No wonder Medea admires your talent so much."
He said in a tone of emotion.
"Your accomplishments in space magic are enough to shame many wizards who have studied this all their lives."
Scott was very humble, "It's just some tricks, and Medea herself is a genius that ordinary people can't match."
"Medea is not a genius."
Slytherin's tone was full of indifference.
"Even if she spent her entire life, she still failed to break through that barrier. Of course, this did not exceed my expectations. What really exceeded my expectations is that you have already achieved it at such a young age, even younger than when I did it."
Hearing this, Scott couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at Medea.
The expression on Medea's face changed again.
(End of this chapter)
