Chapter 1270 The Origin of the Sacred Artifacts

Amosta, with his vertical golden pupils, is like a mysterious fire monarch. His eyes, which are staring into the void, are as cold and majestic as a god.

Rumble!
At the border of the 'vertical pupil', the gray fog and space turbulence continued to impact and produce a roaring sound, like a train running at full speed passing by.

"Isle of Avalon"

Amosta hummed softly, his eyes covering the void.

In the past, when Amos Tower arrived on this island, he did not have the opportunity to see the entire picture of this legendary utopia, but followed a path that Gryffindor had opened up for him a thousand years ago to reach the temple in the center of the island.

On the contrary, now that the Island of Avalon had been shattered, he could see it more clearly.

The fragments of the island in front of me were suspended in the void in a disorderly manner.

The large fragments are several times the size of the Hogwarts campus, and the small fragments are half the size of the Quidditch field.

As for the rubble in the ring of rubble surrounding the huge fragment, there are countless of them.

The laws in the void are different from those on Earth, and all units of scale are not applicable. Things may be close at hand, but the distance between them seems as far as the ends of the earth.

But judging by the size of those huge island fragments, the fragments of the dismembered Island of Avalon in front of us probably stretched for dozens of miles.

Even if gathered together, the island would probably be several hundred square miles.

After just a few glances, Amosta's expression became serious.

The first is the gray fog that permeates the area.

The dormant twin snakes spread the power of death in just a few months, leaving Malfoy Manor barren.

Only wizards with stronger vitality and house-elves can enter and leave the manor.

The island of Avalon, on the other hand, sank in death for more than a dozen centuries, even though Merlin and Gryffindor used the Broken Steel Sword and their sabers to suppress the Caduceus.

During this long period of time, the power of death has already eroded the island to a point where it cannot be eroded any further!
Staring at the fragments of the island floating in the void, the corners of Amosita's mouth tightened unconsciously.

This was all different from what he had expected.

At the end of the previous visit, the little world that Merlin had created to conceal the Isle of Avalon was crumbling.

Amosta watched with his own eyes as the island was torn apart by the fragmented space in the collapsing small world and slid into the void.

Normally speaking, the island of Avalon that fell into the void would be torn into pieces by the space turbulence.

This is also the reason why, although Amosta had doubts about this series of events in the past few years, he never thought of talking about the Island of Avalon again.

But everything that appeared before him undoubtedly showed that his guess was wrong.

The reason why the island of Avalon can retain the fragments is that
Amosta stared at the void, at the gray fog that was charging towards him like a tsunami.

Death defends its territory.

That’s all Amosta can say.

He was frightened by the desire for vitality that was faintly conveyed by the surging gray fog in front of him.

In the past, his soul power had not yet been perfected, and as he had always been in Gryffindor and had carved out a path for himself, he did not have a deep understanding of it.

Having completely lost the magic circle left by Merlin and the suppressing power left by Gryffindor in the sword, Amosita finally felt the ferocity when facing the active power of death!
There was more to shock him.

Amostas's eyes pierced through the void as he looked at the creatures on the huge fragments of the island that were casting longing glances at him. Even though his expression was fierce, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously.

Pegasus, dragon skeletons, Titan skeletons, hinky punk, giant wolves withered like zombies, swaying branches, charred oak trees.
Some of them are dead, but countless living things still survive among the fragments of the island.

This goes against the most basic common sense.

Not to mention food, in the void, even air cannot survive, these creatures...
No, it's not a living thing anymore.

Amosta pursed his lips and denied his own thoughts. The power of death that had lost its suppression had completely alienated these things.

They have lost the title of "creatures", and Amosta prefers to call them monsters!
His eyes flickered, and Amosta thought of Vitia.

The Stonehenge can help him locate this world, which means that Vitia has not returned to Avalon in the past few years and should not know what the specific situation here is.

Then, she asked Severus to give her the "key" so that she could come back.
"Guess..."

Amosta hummed.

She had been imprisoned in Malfoy Manor by Voldemort, and had been observing closely the process of the manor being eroded by death, so, did she have any guesses?

"What is your purpose in bringing me here and letting me see all this?"

Staring at everything within his field of vision, Amosta clenched his hands into fists behind his back.

"I am worried that one day, Voldemort will use the twin snakes to find out that -"

Amosta frowned and shook his head slowly.

Voldemort only got it, but did not get the submission of the caduceus, and he could not control it.

In fact, there were signs that there was not much communication between Voldemort and the caduceus, and the caduceus ignored him.

"Why."

Amosta whispered again.

He was not wondering why the twin snakes were willing to surrender to Voldemort but not to be controlled by him.

Instead, he was puzzled by the huge difference between the island of Avalon, which was plagued by death, and Malfoy Manor.

Just now, Amosta thought that the reason why Malfoy Manor suffered a devastating disaster was because the twin snakes were dormant.

But at this moment, he realized something was wrong.

The twin snakes staff placed on the Isle of Avalon has been suppressed by Merlin and Gryffindor, but it can still cause such damage.

Now that it has broken the seal, it is a perfect opportunity to vent its instincts, but it behaves so restrained?

This staff does not need a master to exert its power!
Talk about it.
The real owner of the Wand is Herbo, but how did he create this magic wand?

In ancient times, the earth's environment was filled with much more magical energy than it is today.

The 'Jellyfish World' wandering in the universe is not far away yet, and legendary wizards can borrow the power of that world to possess powers that are unimaginable for today's wizards.

But this does not mean that those wizards can possess the authority of "God".

The gray fog representing death controlled by the twin snake staff is beyond the power that wizards can control.

No matter how powerful Helpo is, or how high his attainments in alchemy are, he is powerless to control death, unless
"The Tablet of Fate, the Three Hallows of Death, and the Staff of the Twin Snakes—"

Amosta said to himself,

"They're all from that world, right?"

Otherwise, let alone the twin snake staff, with Amosstar's current reserve of magical knowledge, even if Dumbledore asked them to create something like the Resurrection Stone that could communicate with the mark of the dead, they would not be able to do it.

Roar!
A fierce roar from the front shook Amosta out of his thoughts, and his eyes turned to the nearest piece of island debris.

Amosta's eyes were slightly cold.

Feeling the breath of the living, the monsters that had been completely transformed by death became excited. A Titan giant skeleton waved its huge bony arms and roared at him. On the fragmented island, many monsters also breathed fishy breath and aimed their turbid eyes at him, wanting to tear him apart!
"It seems that there is no reason to keep you here."

Amidst the whispers, Amosta looked at the roaring monsters with an indifferent look in his eyes, and slowly raised his right hand and pressed it down. (End of this chapter)