All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 119 The War of Gods Begins

Above the tragic gloomy sky, the tiny human mage stood on the floating island surrounded by doors, looking up at the chaotic eyeballs floating in the depths of the universe. The billions of icy stars stretched out from the countless sad black vortexes. The smooth and slender arms and legs stirred up fine foam with every stirring.

When the bubble burst, a fetus of the Familia fell. They were blown by the wind and grew in the atmosphere. They were mature when they fell into the sea and launched continuous attacks on the North Sea Ghost.

The tide of destruction that surged from all directions subsided when it reached the floating island. No matter whether it was the high temperature that burned the mountain peak, the thunder that pierced the vacuum, the cold air that froze the steel, or the shadow that swallowed the material, none of them could pass through the wall surrounded by the gates. wall.

Hermaeus Mora looked down coldly. In his beautiful and gloomy atypical plane, there was only a flash of blue light that was so dazzling and eye-catching. The clear blue that seems to come from the sky of another world, the pleasant sunny blue, gathers on the floating island and dyes it into a blue star.

The vast malice of the chaotic universe cannot submerge Blue Star in the slightest.

Flickering as ever, never changing.

"Foreigner, you cannot defeat me at Apokofa. Pay the price for your arrogance." Hermaeus' murmur echoed in the atmosphere, "Although you have divinity, you are willing to trap yourself in a mortal body. , can that weak and inferior structure protect your soul? I can already smell the fear and sadness emanating from this flesh and blood, oh, the human mind is like an origami castle, which cannot withstand the wind and rain."

Tentacles waving intertwined, like a sophisticated weaving machine, projected the scene of doomsday in the depths of space, those lost histories in countless world reincarnations, the collapse of ancient cities, the destruction of mortal kingdoms, the bloody acts of cannibalism, The absurd and shameless adulterous style, the depraved tragic death of innocent children, the desolate sigh of the hero's end...all the tragedies that have happened, will happen, and even are happening in the world are presented on the giant screen of the universe.

The overwhelming amount of sadness and pain is so overwhelming that no mortal mind can bear to even glimpse it.

Hermaeus's whisper is like the nightmare of doom: "Fall into nothingness, abandon your moral code, and erase your ridiculous humanity. Immerse yourself in the warm and comfortable nothingness, and you won't be hurt."

Lind closed his eyes for a moment. Maura, an old man with no martial ethics, found that magic attacks couldn't do anything to him, so he started to engage in mental attacks. In any country with a sound legal system, the scenes he showed would be enough to get him shot for five hours, but these events are indeed real history, and they are the most cruel parts.

Mora's laughter was even more "sweet". In his thick and lazy tone, his teeth were as sticky as a piece of poisonous nougat, "Outsider, look at you, a vulgar life without nutrition, your kindness Not pure enough with evil, bid farewell to innocence, but not yet embraced cruelty, which is why you feel pain when you witness the darkness of these worlds."

"Inferior words, Maura, don't give me any philosophy of life, you are just a tentacle monster who doesn't understand people's hearts."

Standing surrounded by many doors, Linde attracted the power of the Eye of Magnus, so a band of light floated out of each door and surrounded his body. The forked wand that followed him through time turned into a scepter, easily carrying the wash of eternal divine power, as if it was meant to be.

Linde's scepter pointed at the tentacles fluttering in the deep sky.

[Tarantella dance]

Then tens of thousands of tentacles stretching for tens of thousands of kilometers began to dance enthusiastically.

A joyful mood echoed across the universe, and the tide of destruction began to turn into fireworks.

This is the power of the spell. The pleasant tarantella dance makes the incarnation of the devil dance involuntarily, and the complex and lively dance steps make the tentacles entangle and knot, so that it is impossible to project those restricted horror scenes.

Furious, Mora cursed in a low voice, "Stupid bastard!"

Lind raised his scepter again.

[Eye Disease Curse]

Mora's eyeballs burst, and he roared in a low voice, deprived of vision in his own domain.

Linde gently pressed the door-shaped mark on the back of his hand, and the surrounding doors felt the resonance and began to divide, project, and multiply rapidly.

In the vast deep sky, the shadows of majestic doors rise like planets, staggered high and low, layer upon layer, like a dense blue forest spanning tens of millions of light years.

The library tower's engulfment of the canonical domain has begun.

……

On the dark sea, the steel ship was speeding towards the island surrounded by dragons.

The warships of the Mora Familia continued to emerge, and the demons fell from the foamy hotbed of the sky like an endless storm.The wake of the elements of destruction is still falling, and the aftermath of the battle in the sky, every fall on the sea is a huge beam of light that spans several miles, and the sea is like a roar.

Simply these aftermath brought even greater losses to the Mora family.

The enchanted cannons were fired again and again, and the turbines were running at full speed.Broken soul stones piled up in empty buckets, overflowing and scattered all over the place.

The sailors of the North Sea Ghost were running on the violently shaking deck, and the warehouse supervisor shouted to the control cabin: "Our soul stone reserves are at the bottom!"

Briarina gritted her teeth, "Then do it now, these Daedras are enough anyway."

Dumbledore said: "Give me a blank soul stone. I can make a batch of copies now."

Ms. Moonshadow's voice was still clear on the deafening battlefield, "Dumbledore, use Azula's Star."

The old mage knew it well, and he had already figured out how to use Azura's Star.

"Someone needs help releasing the soul trap."

Briarina volunteered, "I'll do it."

She released the dementor trap towards the Daedra demons swarming on the sea. As they died, their souls floated to the North Sea Ghost. Dumbledore held up the star of Azura to accommodate the powerful souls of the demons.

The old mage waved his wand and pressed it on the energy-filled Azura Star, using [Legiliency], and the soul energy was drawn out like ribbons, and linked to the steam turbine and the enchanted artillery following his guidance.

The Star of Azura seemed to have truly become a star, emitting silvery brilliance.

It continuously sucks out the free souls and releases them again. As a powerful repeater, it ensures the endurance of the North Sea Ghost.

With the Star of Azura, enchanted weapons are like a perpetual motion machine on the warship and will never run out.

The abundant soul energy caused the enchanted turbine to enter overload, and Ms. Moon Shadow shouted loudly: "Forward four!"

Alanya said in a nervous tone, "We will collide!"

"No, it won't."

In the sea ahead, an elemental wake fell from the sky, like a giant pillar entering the water, and it wiped out hundreds of Daedra warships in an instant. In front of the huge wake, the steel ship was just a wave on the top of the pond. Grass seeds, and the sea waves impacted by this wake also hit us like mountain peaks.

"It's about to hit!" Lydia, who was fighting alongside the Dragonborn on the deck, yelled.

Neros's brass armor jumped out from the sweeping wake. The armor was completely red, and most of the exhaust pipes behind it were melted. He landed on the deck of the North Sea Ghost, turned around and looked at the huge waves, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"No time to hide."

The moment the huge waves crashed down, a blue door thousands of miles high suddenly opened, and the North Sea Ghost roared past the portal. The next moment, it arrived at the bay of an island, leaving Daedra's battlefield behind dozens of Across the sea, the crew members who had narrowly escaped death cheered.

At this time, the roar of the dragons resounded through the sky, bringing everyone back to reality from joy. Everyone gathered on the deck and looked around.

They arrived at their destination. The man riding the dragon looked down from the sky. Miraak had been waiting for him for a long time.

The dragonborn, who was soaked in sea water, spit out salty saliva, raised his sword and shouted to the sky: "Hey! You, Miraak, it's time to pay off your debt! Hand over all your dragons! We can forget about it!"

He was answered with a breath of burning dragon breath.