louisehourcade Chapter 472 The Power Of Death 【Subscription】
Chapter 472 The Power Of Death 【Subscription】
After a casual order, Amber ignored Lilith's complaints.
He walked straight back into the room alone.
After returning to the room, he looked at the familiar huge operating table in front of him.
Amber pondered for a moment, but did not continue her previous research and continued to do it.
He took out the resurrection stone.
Looking under the light, the resurrection stone is still blooming with a little bit of white light.
Amber frowned, thinking about what happened today.
The power of the god of death came very strangely.
As Amber said to Lilith before, that force of death is not under the control of Antioch.
If you have to say it.
Amber would use a more precise word.
escape.
The force of death that was attached to the spell before was more like it was entwined unconsciously.
It was precisely because of this unintentional action that the unlucky little guy could support him until his arrival.
Otherwise, how overbearing and powerful the power of the god of death is.
How could this little guy in the first grade who couldn't even use the spell smoothly survive for such a long time under the power of the God of Death who can dominate death.
And this also gave Amber some new inspiration.
If, the power of the god of death can really be combined with the spell.
Maybe Amber will have another strong hand.
During this time, he has been thinking about one thing.
Voldemort's return and resurrection was imminent.
But Amber lacked the means to give Voldemort an overwhelming advantage.
How can we know that it is not a blessing if it is a blessing in disguise.
In order to keep Voldemort from disturbing time, they could only send him to the Age of Gods.
However, as the biggest villain in the world, Voldemort, like Harry, has a lot of luck.
Even with his own interference, Harry should have endured a lot of setbacks and tribulations over the years.
And Voldemort was the same, even with his own relentless spoiler.
Voldemort's strength can always be firmly on the same level as him.
Even now it is beyond.
This made Amber feel quite uncomfortable.
And now, Amber finally sees an opportunity to overtake on a curve.
The power of death.
If the power of the god of death can really be attached to the spell, then the power of all of Amber's magic will be raised by more than one level.
It's just that such a method is destined not to be so easily realized.
Amber has seen more than two figures of great wizards, but there has never been a single person who can understand the true meaning of death.
This is a unique domain, a domain exclusive to the descendants of the three brothers.
Thinking of this, Amber slowly turned the resurrection stone in her hand.
After three laps, the resurrection stone burst into light.
Straits of white light that almost condensed into substance flowed out like clear water, and were about to gather in midair.
However, just as the white light of the resurrection stone was about to gather in midair, summoning souls one by one.
Amber suddenly intervened.
His left hand instantly turned into a sharp claw of thestrals, carrying a black mist, and grabbed these white lights fiercely.
And under the inextricable connection between thestrals and the god of death.
The gradually gathering white light was instantly dispersed.
It turned into endless white smoke, flowing in mid-air.
Seeing these white smoke, Amber calmed down.
He quickly drew out his wand, and drew mysterious runes one after another in midair.
Fix these white smokes firmly in one place and prevent them from escaping with the wind.
Then Amber pointed at the white smoke, and solemnly recited a spell in a low voice.
"swoon.. ground"
A blue light shot out.
Go through the white mist and hit the target not far away.
However, Amber sighed in disappointment seeing that there was only a scorched black mark left on the target.
Sure enough, such superficial means are not effective.
After the curse passed through the white mist, it passed by as if it were clearly distinct.
There is no sign of the two sides wanting to mingle.
Seeing this scene, Amber scratched her forehead with a headache.
He thought that the power of the god of death might not buy it, but he didn't expect that the two sides turned out to be such a clear-cut gesture.
Such a situation of not interfering with each other and not contacting each other is the most troublesome result for him.
Even if the two sides show obvious resistance, it is a way to solve the problem.
Thinking of this, Amber used all kinds of magic to test the nature of the white mist in midair.
However, these white mist seem to exist in another time and space, and are indifferent to all of Amber's magic.
As time passed by, Amber's temper became more and more irritable.
After a long time, when the night became darker and darker.
Only then did Amber helplessly release the imprisonment in mid-air, allowing the white mist to drift away with the wind.
Looking at the midair where the white mist disappeared, Amber's defeat was officially declared.
Amber lay on the bed, frowning, puzzled.
".. Strange, how did that Antioch do it?"
"It shouldn't be just a coincidence, all his magic carries a trace of the power of death."
Amber tossed and turned on the bed was puzzled.
After a long time, when boundless sleepiness came.
Amber just fell asleep in a daze.
in sleep.
Amber's breathing was slow and long.
And his tightly frowning proved that even in his sleep, he was constantly thinking about difficult problems.
Such exhaustion naturally made the quality of sleep this time not so good.
Amber felt that she was wandering in one bizarre dream after another.
Every dream is so real.
But in every dream, he clearly knew that he was just an outsider. (King's)
After a long time. In a city center with a high degree of modernization, Amber slowly opened her eyes.
Looking at the busy traffic around and the huge LED screen above the tall buildings.
around here. The scene full of the 21st century made Amber clearly realize that this is a dream.
"Strange, why do I have lucid dreams?"
Amber scratched her head, thinking about it. He appeared on top of a tall building.
Looking at the boundless mist around her, Amber's eyes froze as if she remembered something.
Sure enough, amidst the mist, a barren plain appeared faintly.
Amber is quite familiar with this plain.
It was on this plain before that he rescued his parents, and he even posed with Donne, the god of death.
This is the graveyard of souls.
But at this time, it appeared in his dream like this. .