Chapter 416: Rotation of Hell's Controllers

"So, I ask you, Ethan Beckett, do you want to help your roommate? Do you want to save millions of fellow wizards from danger?" Grindelwald looked at Ethan.

His parents tried to speak, but Grindelwald silenced them with a spell.

"Of course, if you agree, I can mobilize my remaining forces to protect your parents. After all, we can't let those who collect firewood for everyone freeze to death in the cold wind." Grindelwald's voice was tempting.

Dumbledore on the side wanted to stop him from harming his students, but he had already gotten over his resentment and was obviously no match for Grindelwald. He could only glare at his old lover, but he was ignored.

"Okay, I do!" Ethan raised his head with a determined look on his face.

Not only because of the tragic deaths of those Muggle wizards in front of him, but also because he wanted to keep up with the footsteps of his two good friends. Ethan Beckett did not want to be left far behind by his friends.

"A wise choice." Grindelwald waved his hand, and the spell was lifted silently.

"Ethan, what are you going to do? I won't allow you to do that!" Leni came up and hugged Ethan. She seemed to feel that the son whom she had raised up with care was about to leave home for a long journey.

Bowen on the side did not say anything, because he knew that it was time for his son to grow up and leave, and he just wanted to cherish every moment they spent together.

Ethan walked forward and hugged his parents, "I love you!"

Then he broke free from his parents' arms and walked towards Grindelwald resolutely.

"Let's get started without further delay." Grindelwald took out a roll of parchment, which looked like a contract. "Sign this."

Ethan took the parchment, cut his finger and pressed it without even looking at it.

"Well... no blood is needed, just a touch of magic will be enough." Grindelwald lamented that young people nowadays are so impatient.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Ethan took out his wand and cast a healing spell on himself.

Then, Grindelwald placed his hand on Ethan's shoulder, and the surrounding environment instantly faded away, and everything turned pure white.

"Next, face Him well, don't be afraid, and remember that you are the karma!"

Grindelwald reached into his chest, pulled out a burning black flame, and then sent it into Ethan's heart.

Without the support of Hell, Grindelwald became even older, the wrinkles on his face deepened, the gleam in his eyes faded, and his figure became more hunched.

Ethan, on the other hand, was enveloped by the power of Hell, the King of the Deep Realm. Black flames began to burn his skin, turning his epidermis into charcoal.

"You must succeed, boy." Grindelwald clenched his fists.

In Ethan's eyes, the cries of countless victims enveloped him. Resentment, powerlessness, pain, everything turned into a single question: When will the retribution come?

Endless darkness enveloped him, making him sink deeper and deeper in his dreams. Pairs of charred hands reached out to grab Ethan, ready to make him a part of them.

When coming into contact with the power of the King of the Deep, Ethan not only has to deal with his own pollution, but also the resentment left by the wizards who have dabbled with the power of the King of the Deep over thousands of years.

Ethan felt as if he was torn in two, being pulled back and forth in resentment and unwillingness.

On the other side of the misty fantasy, in Avalon, the pollution that Ethan suffered was transmitted through the second project to a sleeping dragon.

He frowned, and a virtual personality left his body and descended along the path of the mental firewall into the hazy fantasy world where Grindelwald and the others were.

"I didn't expect you would be willing to pass on this treasure." The virtual personality appeared behind Grindelwald.

"Hmph, didn't you plan this out? You used your weird abilities." Grindelwald snorted coldly, looking at the guy holding a book behind him.

"Then you tell me whether he is suitable or not." Aiden looked at Grindelwald with a smile, a hint of pleasure in his eyes.

"If it weren't for the fact that I'm running out of time and someone needs to speak up for the interests of wizards, how could he have gotten such a big bargain?" Grindelwald was still stubborn, but he implicitly agreed with Aiden's words.

"Yes, yes, it's all because the wizards in Europe are not good enough." Aiden knew very well that a stubborn donkey needs to be combed smoothly.

In the distance, on Ethan's island of consciousness, more and more wizards who once agreed with this idea were unconsciously passing their magic power to him.

These wishes carrying the wizards' hopes for the future gathered into a huge river, extinguishing the fire burning in Ethan's heart.

"It seems that you are also a romantic person." Aiden tilted his head slightly and teased Grindelwald.

"Hmph." The old man said arrogantly, turned around and disappeared into the misty dreamland.

A faint blue flame burned on Ethan's body, and the skin that had been burned by the black flame was quickly repaired in the blue flame.

Then Ethan fell to the ground, and Aiden walked to his side with a smirk on his delicate face, "Congratulations, the operation was successful."

"!!!" Ethan's hair stood on end, and then he waved his hand and a fierce fire rushed straight towards Aiden's face.

"Whoosh" a cold breath blew out from the red lips, condensing the flames in the air. Ethan, who had just obtained the power of hell, naturally could not compete with a writer in the world of consciousness.

"Aiden! It's you." Ethan stood up and punched Him in the chest.

"Ahem, pay attention to the impact." Aiden pointed downwards.

It turned out that when the power of hell erupted just now, all the clothes on Ethan's body had been burned to ashes. At this moment, he felt a chill between his thighs because of the cold air blown out by a dragon.

"Merlin!" Ethan looked around quickly, but there was nothing in this blurry illusion, so where did the clothes come from?

Finally, Aiden couldn't stand it anymore and used the silk thread of dreams to weave a robe for this guy.

"Hehe, thank you." Ethan laughed so hard that snot bubbles came out of his nose. He had long been coveting the white and gold robe that Aiden often wore.

"But what is going on, Oliver, and you, who was that old man just now?" Ethan was full of questions at this moment.

"He's Gellert Grindelwald!"

"The last Dark Lord who ravaged Europe! Wait, he asked me to inherit his career. Does that mean he wants me to compete with Voldemort for the Dark Lord's throne? I got the script for the leading role?" Ethan's eyes were blurry and his daydream was almost hitting Aiden's face.

“Young man, stop dreaming. If it weren’t for the big brother from the Prewett family helping you, do you think such a good thing would ever happen to you?” A certain writer withdrew Ethan’s script for the leading role and tore it up in front of him.

"Hey, isn't she a young lady?" Ethan retorted, successfully causing veins to appear on Long's forehead.

"Hmph, you're itching for trouble, right? Let me teach you a lesson in history..."

Aiden stretched out his hand, and the silver thread automatically extended, weaving a large net, which retaliated by hitting Ethan on the head.