Chapter 200: The King of the Deep Realm - Resentment
Under the pursuit and blockade of the Aurors, Black Mist rushed into the City Hall subway station.
The silver dragon followed closely behind, and the two sides fought in the underground station.
"It's unbelievable that all the Dumbledore family members are so blessed." Aiden complained in his heart.
"You guys, Prewitt, are not bad either." The system complained.
The silver dragons gathered again, and Aiden used the mind breath mixed with magic.
The black fog was dispersed by the breath stained with a bright white light, and the double pain in his mind and soul finally made Credence fall into a coma.
There was a flash of space, and Newt arrived here.
"Huh, let me tell you, I haven't enjoyed a fight so much in a long time." Aiden joked.
"What should we do now?" Newt said solemnly.
"Separation." Aiden hesitated for a moment and still wanted to try to see if he could change Credence's fate.
"He could die." Newt looked at Aiden.
"If they don't separate, he will surely die." Aiden shook his head.
"Okay, I'll separate them and you help me." Newt took out his wand.
Aiden grabbed in mid-air, and a long staff appeared in his hand.
The tip of the long staff was pressed against the ground, and the flames automatically carved runes on the ground.
"Outsider who does not belong to this world, great ruler of the sea of consciousness, gray dragon who controls the mind, please lower your gaze and build a spiritual wall for me."
After Aiden finished reciting the prayer, he felt his magic power being drained. There seemed to be matter flowing out of his sea of consciousness and combining with his magic power to build a high wall for him.
"What is that?" Newt asked while he was busy.
"This is my prayer. You can shout it out if you need it in the future." Aiden curled up the corners of his mouth into a sly smile.
“Forget it.” Newt declined.
As the light at the tip of Newt's wand magnified, white threads extended from it.
It slowly sank into Credence's body, with the white threads continuously expanding on Credence's body.
Some black particles gradually stained the white thread and were slowly pulled out by Newt.
The most tense first step had been completed, and Newt and Aiden breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
But Aiden's magic suddenly sent him a warning.
Looking in the direction of the warning, Aiden's eyes penetrated the sea of collective subconsciousness, and a huge Othala (?) rune flickered in Credence's consciousness.
However, the left side of the rune emitted a pure silver light, while the right side had been dyed black.
"My God, these lunatics from the Dumbledore family!" Aiden suddenly understood.
As an ancient rune, the Dumbledore family's skillful use of Othala (?) made it easy for them to continue the bloodline of the Phoenix.
However, how can the use of power be without cost? As a member of the Dumbledore family, it is the meaning of Othala's (?) continuation.
While gaining the power of the family through the runes, he also gained the resentment accumulated from the distant past.
Hatred, the most primitive and strongest emotion of human beings, has been accumulated through runes from generation to generation, and finally broke out in the three generations of Credence.
The result is - "TMD, these people are the natural carriers of the King of the Deep Realm."
Aiden no longer cared about his manners and elegant words came out of his mouth.
"Newt, run!" Aiden rushed forward, picked up Newt, untied the spiritual wall and started running outside.
Just as Aiden was trying his best to run outside, Graves and Picquery rushed in with a group of American League Aurors.
"Who on earth has these Aurors been caught by?" the system complained.
"Prewett, it's you again, finish him off," Picquery ordered, and the Aurors raised their wands and pointed them at Aiden.
"Run, run!" Aiden shouted.
But no one paid any attention to him, and the considerate Aurors even sealed off the surrounding area with super protection.
"Oh boy, welcome to hell." Aiden shook his head as he stood in front of the silver blockade wall.
On Credence's side, the Othala (?) rune was completely occupied by the black light.
The fourth layer of the Deep Realm - the Throne of Hate. The rotten giant sitting on the throne stretched out his hand to the sky.
The power of the King of the Deep World descended into reality through the boundary between illusion and reality. At the same time, the silent slates in six places in the world sounded simultaneously.
The black fog spread out like an explosion, the surrounding environment was distorted beyond recognition, and black sol continued to flow out from Credence's body.
Finally, it gathered around him, and a miniature version of the rotten giant appeared before everyone's eyes.
The oppressive feeling from the higher-level life spread, and the slightly weaker Auror knelt directly on the ground.
“What is this?” Newt asked.
"The King of the Deep - Resentment, the archenemy of us wizards for thousands of years. According to the terms of the World Wizarding Union, I am now recruiting you, all of you!" Aiden turned around and looked at the Aurors of MACUSA.
"Why do you do that?" Someone was about to retort, but memories from ancient times surfaced in his heart, and he trembled and fell silent.
Aiden waved his wand and all of his virtual personalities flew out, controlling a dozen Aurors.
"Listen, I need you to buy me time at all costs, otherwise the whole New York will be destroyed." Aiden has turned into a dragon man, with his long staff pointing at the ground.
The other Aurors he controlled also came up and began to carve runes on the ground.
Picqueri also understood the urgency of the situation and came out to lead the attack, "You hear me, gentlemen? Buy them some time."
The rotten giant saw the wizards around him and began to act on instinct.
With every step he took forward, the surrounding environment became more distorted, and the wizards kept firing spells at him with their wands.
However, the spell disappeared before it hit the giant's body. If any of the dense spells touched the giant's body, the spell would bounce back and injure its caster.
"What kind of monster is this? How are we going to deal with it?" Picquari stared at the giant and muttered.
"For all living beings on earth, this is God. Wherever God's might reaches, all living beings submit, and wherever God's will reaches, reality is changed." Aiden stood up and said from behind.
Then, Aiden raised his staff, and the runes on the staff lit up. The staff was made of fairy metal and engraved with the Perthro (?) rune as a channel, and it could connect to the sea of collective subconsciousness as an antenna.
Dongxia, England, Egypt, India, the depths of South America, Jerusalem, six silent stone tablets in six places simultaneously projected their power here.
Using the alchemical matrix on the ground as an anchor point, cooperate with Aiden to stir up a storm in the sea of collective subconsciousness.
Finally, the passage was opened, and the entire New York City Hall subway station was pulled into the abyss, falling all the way into a hazy fantasy world.
"Success!" Aiden clenched his fist.
"What do you mean by success? Isn't this thing still alive?" Picquari asked puzzledly.
"It's good enough that we can drive it out of the world. The rest is just to drag it away and wait for support." Aiden waved his hand indifferently.
Picquery, Newt, and the Aurors: "............"
