[Marvel's Hogwarts Professor] Chapter 601 - 605

Chapter 601

Sunlight doesn't seem to belong in hell.

The sun in the sky was dark red, casting dim light across the barren landscape. On the ground, there were only gray stones and skeletons, without any vegetation, not even a blade of grass.

The sand here seemed to have been exposed to the sun for ages, everything tinted dark red, like rusted iron.

However, hell was not desolate.

From time to time, skeletons and corpses could be seen scattered on the ground, with transparent ghosts floating around the deathly terrain.

Of course, there were also absolute demons of hell.

They hunted, they killed, they reveled in despair...

Lockhart stood high in the sky, staring at this dream hell belonging to Mephisto.

This world was an illusory dream, built by Lockhart using the original power of the dream world to invade Mephisto's spirit.

Fortunately, Mephisto had only come with a clone, and fortunately, Lockhart had the original power of the God of Dreams in his hands.

Otherwise, there would have been no way to enter Mephisto's memory world.

After all, his opponent was the well-known King of Hell.

However, time was also very tight. If Mephisto reacted, this opportunity would be wasted.

Raising his head, Lockhart looked high into the sky.

There were no stars in the sky of hell, but there was a gray-white moon.

No, it couldn't be called a moon—it was more like a gray-white continent.

It was just so far away that it resembled the moon from a distance.

And this continent was Mephisto's territory.

He stood high in the sky, overlooking his own hell dimension as its master.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the high altitude of hell, strong winds seemed to blow constantly, preventing flying monsters from passing through.

It seemed that this was the first obstacle to entering Mephisto's gray continent.

Weak beings were only qualified to watch, but had no right to enter.

But this was no obstacle for Lockhart, and his body glowed with colorful light.

The next moment, his figure slowly disappeared, and high in the sky of the gray continent, Lockhart reappeared.

This time, Lockhart set his sights on the central building of the continent.

This was a huge, towering palace—the palace of Mephisto, the demon god of hell.

The entire palace was made of black rocks and lava, its surface exuding black flames with a dark and evil aura.

Visible to the naked eye, a large number of slave-like hell monsters worked around the palace.

Most of them had black chains hanging around their necks, and from time to time they were whipped by demons who served as their overseers.

Here, it seemed that despair, wailing, and depravity hung in the air, creating a miasma of negative energy.

On the square directly in front of the palace, a massive flag towered into the clouds.

This flag was bright blood red, as if blood flowed through it constantly.

It continuously swallowed up all the negative emotional energy nearby.

Looking at the scene before him, Lockhart grew thoughtful.

This was truly Mephisto's hell dimension. It was indeed hell, and its methods were really dark.

Torture was torture, and even the negative emotions emitted by the suffering must be harvested.

It was really efficient—nothing was wasted.

Thoughts flashed silently in his mind as Lockhart slowly landed in front of the palace gate.

The hellish demons around him seemed oblivious to his presence.

Lockhart naturally didn't care and stepped directly into the huge palace.

The interior layout of the palace was intricate, like a maze of corridors and numerous rooms. It seemed that if you weren't careful, you would get lost.

But this was not a problem for Lockhart. As a dream intruder, he was also one of the creators of this dream.

He knew very well where Mephisto, the original owner of this dreamland, was.

Slowly moving forward, after taking a few steps, his figure gradually disappeared, passing through walls, through corridors, through rooms, through space itself, until he reached the depths of the palace.

The deepest part of this palace was a sea of hot lava, and in the center of the sea stood a throne.

Sitting on the throne was a tall figure.

The figure was different from the old man who had appeared on Earth.

Like a giant beast, ferocious and vicious.

He was tall and exuded a dark and evil aura. His skin was pitch black, and his body was covered with hard scales that looked like black rocks.

The head had a pair of huge dark red sharp horns.

The face was covered by a black mask.

There were a pair of huge black wings on both sides of his body, each wing bearing sharp barbs.

On the right side of the throne, there was a black book with an evil aura floating beside it.

The Book of Hell!

It was also the central treasure that controlled the entire hell dimension.

It contained all the information about the entire region.

It was Mephisto's most precious and valuable treasure.

Of course, the Book of Hell here couldn't control the entire dream realm.

But what it symbolized in this dream was Mephisto's memory, knowledge, experience, and more.

This was Lockhart's goal!

Mephisto, who had come to Earth this time, was just a clone. Even if he was killed, it wouldn't matter.

What was truly valuable was Mephisto's memory, the knowledge he possessed.

This was the accumulation of his lifetime.

Even if it was incomplete, its value was immeasurable.

At this moment, Lockhart was slowly floating next to the throne.

Looking at Mephisto who had closed his eyes and was in a deep sleep.

There was no movement.

This Book of Hell was definitely Mephisto's core treasure.

The slightest abnormality would trigger him to wake up.

When that happened, not only would there be a backlash from the shattered dream, but Mephisto would also try his best to hunt Lockhart down.

However, since Lockhart chose to invade Mephisto's dream, he naturally had a plan.

And Lockhart's plan was...

"System, let's make a deal."

"I will give you the split soul of Dormammu, the God of Darkness, and I will also give you the split soul of Mephisto, the King of Hell."

"I only want one thing, and that's all of Mephisto's memories."

Yes, after all, Mephisto was also a veteran king of hell.

Lockhart had used the power of dreams to put Mephisto into a deep sleep, which was already pushing the limits of his abilities.

Did anyone really think these kings had no defense against attacks on their own souls?

Therefore, for the current Lockhart, if he wanted to obtain Mephisto's memory, he could only rely on external, beyond-limit power.

For Lockhart, the first choice would normally have been the Sorcerer Supreme.

However, it was too late now, and the Sorcerer Supreme might not agree to help.

After all, some things in Mephisto's memory were forbidden knowledge. Would the Sorcerer Supreme really give such dangerous information to him?

So Lockhart had to use his second super-limited power.

The system.

Out of inner caution and fear of upsetting the balance, Lockhart did not rely too much on the power of the system.

After all, for a free lunch, fate often has a price that has been secretly marked on it.

Therefore, if Lockhart could do something himself, he would never let the system interfere.

But now, he needed the system's help.

And in his hands, he also had a price that could be paid to the system.

God knows, during the Dimension Invasion War, Lockhart had taken the opportunity to capture the soul of Dormammu, the God of Darkness.

The system was so eager that it would remind him basically every few minutes.

However, Lockhart had not agreed.

He had been saving it for a critical moment as the price of a transaction.

Now it seemed, the timing was just right.

There was silence for two or three seconds after Lockhart stated his request.

A message came from deep within his soul.

[Ding, request accepted by the system.]

[The system will assist the host in obtaining the memory and knowledge of the King of Hell.]

Chapter 602

The system was a good thing.

Lockhart had to admit that if it weren't for the existence of the system, he was confident he could still become a powerful wizard.

But there was no doubt that the time consumed would increase significantly, and even the probability of success would be much lower.

But no matter how good things are, they don't come without a price.

There would never be free pie in the sky; it would always cost you something.

If you wanted to take shortcuts, you had to take risks.

Lockhart knew this very well from his previous life.

His initial weakness had forced Lockhart to resort to the system.

The benefits that the system could bring truly made Lockhart dumbfounded.

Let's not talk about world travel—let's talk about the lottery function.

It was possible to turn any defenseless weakling into a strong man who could dominate their entire life.

Of course, Lockhart didn't know if there was a limit to the lottery.

Lockhart knew very well that the risk of energy like this, which was completely given by the system, was too high.

I can give it to you, and I can also take it back.

So Lockhart instinctively felt repelled by such power.

Therefore, in terms of strength, he chose to focus on his own training and research as much as possible.

Of course, Lockhart would not give up because of obstacles, and he would not hesitate when the system was needed.

Although the benefits of traveling between the two worlds were not as obvious as those of a lottery, they were actually quite valuable.

This allowed Lockhart to absorb the essence of both worlds and find a path to strength.

Just like the dream world route that Lockhart was currently studying.

It was inseparable from the help of the Sorcerer Supreme and the resources of the Harry Potter world.

Not to mention the two worlds, completely different magic systems, and various resources.

In this way, Lockhart's path to magic would go more smoothly.

Just like now, with the help of the Harry Potter world and the power of Kamar-Taj, he could build his own world.

Massive resources continued to flow into his hands, and many sorcerers, wizards, and scientists contributed to his magical research path.

These would be absolutely impossible without the function of shuttling between two realms.

If nothing else, Lockhart's first pot of gold was the potion knowledge from the Harry Potter world.

At the beginning of the development of the world of Vientiane, it was also inseparable from the magical materials, magic items, potions, and more from the Harry Potter world.

There was also a power that Lockhart could trust, just like students who couldn't do without the world of Harry Potter.

Although traveling between the two worlds was not as obviously powerful as the lottery, there was no doubt that it gave Lockhart a great advantage.

At least, most of Lockhart's strength was obtained through his own training.

With the power drawn from the lottery as well, Lockhart could use it with more peace of mind.

Even if he left the system, he had the confidence to learn magic again.

Of course, was there any cost to using the two-world shuttle or using the system?

Lockhart was very self-aware about this.

So, he had been preparing for it a long time ago.

If the price could be paid in advance through a transaction, or if the two parties could cooperate better, Lockhart naturally wanted it.

But if things turned to another, unfriendly way...

It was really unlikely for Lockhart, who had summoned so many wizards, sorcerers, and scientists, to fail completely. But if he did fail, he would fail spectacularly.

At this moment, when Lockhart heard the system's reply, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

At least for now, the system still agreed to this transaction.

Without hesitation, Lockhart relaxed his hold on the ghost of Dormammu, the God of Darkness.

In an instant, the system seemed to sense it and swallowed it in one breath.

[Ding, absorbing the god-level soul (soul split), energy is being absorbed...]

[Absorbing...]

[Absorption successful. Gained the power of the dark origin.]

[Ding, the host can choose any one of the rewards below.]

[1. You can designate one target object to devour its soul]

[2. Obtain a copy of the power of darkness]

[3. Obtain the dark latitude coordinates, part of the memory of the Dark God Dormammu, and the god-level disguise...]

[...]

The system listed ten rewards. Lockhart glanced at them, focused on the first one, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Finally, it had agreed.

Although the other rewards seemed pretty good—especially the third, which would allow Lockhart to obtain a disguise, memory, and coordinates, with very promising prospects—a bird in the hand was worth more than a hundred in the bush.

It wasn't like Lockhart didn't already have some of Dormammu's memory.

The most important thing now was Mephisto.

"Choose reward one, target: Mephisto!"

Now that he had decided, Lockhart did not hesitate.

He directly designated Mephisto, who was still sleeping.

[Ding, reward confirmed.]

[Rewards are being distributed...]

[The target object, Mephisto, is in a state of soul sleep (micro) and is being devoured.]

[Devouring...]

[...]

When the system's information emerged in his mind, Lockhart instantly felt a powerful force that merged into the dream world in front of him at lightning speed.

In just two or three seconds, Lockhart discovered that this power was trying to seize his authority in the dream world.

But he didn't stop it, instead letting the system take control.

The power didn't seem to be strong, but the feeling it gave Lockhart was very profound.

In just two or three seconds, it had already digested his control over the dream world.

At the same time, a large number of black cracks began to appear in the sky above the entire dream hell.

It seemed as if the entire dream had been torn apart.

The colorful dream power flashed, trying to repair this tear, or to preserve the integrity of the dream.

It seemed to have minimal effect. As soon as the power of the dream came into contact with the black crack, it disappeared directly, as if it was also swallowed up.

Meanwhile, the floor of the dream hell and the demons and other creatures on it vanished like they were being erased, disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if they had never existed at all.

The dark red sun dimmed and seemed to have lost some kind of energy support.

The gray continent high in the sky gradually darkened around its edges.

Everything was shaking, everything was breaking, everything was disappearing.

Lockhart watched everything in front of him, his heart silent with awe.

He focused his attention on Mephisto before him.

The entire dream world was constantly shrinking, and everything was shrouded in darkness.

Only this palace remained.

According to common sense, Mephisto should have awakened due to such a massive disturbance.

However, Mephisto seemed not to notice anything and was still sleeping.

This made Lockhart secretly amazed.

The system was really incredible!

He hadn't interfered too much in the dream before, mainly because he was afraid of waking up Mephisto.

Yet when the system came, it swallowed up almost half of the entire dream, and Mephisto felt nothing at all.

At the same time, Lockhart clearly sensed a strange energy that filled the surroundings like a cloud.

These energies seemed to be alive, automatically flowing into Mephisto's body.

Gradually, Mephisto's body began to become a little unreal.

It seemed to be disappearing, or being digested.

Mephisto, on the other hand, was like prey unaware of its fate.

He remained in a deep sleep and let himself be swallowed.

His figure became more and more illusory, and his soul was gradually devoured and digested.

At the moment when he completely disappeared, the danger of death instantly awakened Mephisto.

He stared directly at Lockhart.

His eyes were cold, mixed with a hint of horror!

Then...

Buzz!

The dream shattered and Mephisto's divided soul was destroyed!

Chapter 603

Hell dimension.

Like the dream hell, a huge palace stood in the center of the high-altitude gray-white continent.

The palace was made of black rocks and lava, with black flames lingering on its surface, always exuding an aura of evil and darkness.

It was Mephisto's palace.

Deep in the palace, it was still like the dream hell. In the center of a sea of blazing lava, Mephisto sat on his throne.

But unlike the dream, at this moment Mephisto was frowning and looking at his Book of Hell.

Some time ago, he had united with several beings of the same level to prepare to deal with the Sorcerer Supreme.

As a result, there were seven or eight gods when they went, but only three came back.

Most of the gods were lost at the hands of the Sorcerer Supreme.

In other words, almost everyone who had joined the attack was now dead.

Only those who were more cautious, like Mephisto, had chosen to split their souls and carry a large amount of origin power to fight.

The result was naturally the same—life was lost on the spot, and the origin power was taken away.

Mephisto was lucky enough to save his life, but a lot of the origin power of his regional dimension was missing. To say he was hit hard would be an understatement.

He was now thinking about how to use the Book of Hell to generate more origin power in his regional dimension as soon as possible and restore his strength.

Of course, he also tried every means to gain power from the outside world.

For example, contacting some fallen sorcerers and trying to get back part of the origin power from them or through their channels.

However, these were merely stop-gap measures, but he didn't care.

What he was thinking now was whether to start a dimensional war and fight with other hell dimensions to grab whatever power he could.

After all, he was a veteran god. Even if he had lost a lot of dimensional origin power, he was still confident that he could gain the upper hand in battles with gods who were not skilled in combat.

If that didn't work, he could still use strategic blackmail.

After all, the news that he and the others had suffered a loss from the Sorcerer Supreme had not yet spread.

In the impression of other gods, he was famous for being cunning and cruel.

This was something he was proud of.

In order to avoid dimensional warfare as much as possible, some gods might choose to pay some compensation.

This was not impossible.

As his thoughts turned, various strategies appeared in Mephisto's mind.

Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!

He tapped his fingers lightly on the Book of Hell in front of him.

Mephisto was lost in thought.

No matter what, he decided, he would start a new bloody battle in hell first and raise a few demons with good combat power to serve as his vanguard.

As the plan gradually formed in his mind, Mephisto made up his mind.

There was no hesitation, and just when he was about to start a bloody battle with the help of the Book of Hell...

Suddenly...

Puff!

In an instant, Mephisto spat out a mouthful of black blood and his face became extremely ugly.

"Gilderoy Lockhart!"

His own soul on earth was destroyed again, not by the Sorcerer Supreme, but by an ordinary Sorcerer.

Yes, except for the Sorcerer Supreme, the other sorcerers were not worth mentioning in the eyes of Mephisto.

After all, they relied on the power of Vishanti. To put it bluntly, they were merely followers of Vishanti.

Except that there was eternity behind this Sorcerer Supreme.

Mephisto really didn't care about anything else.

But...

Indeed, thinking back to the scene where his soul was separated and destroyed, Mephisto became more puzzled.

He closed his eyes and continued to dig out the remaining memories of the last moments.

The original power of dreams, the unlucky god of nightmares.

It was normal to have an effect on someone like himself.

But if he had been in danger, he should not have failed to react.

Yet his death had been silent. If he hadn't been alert, he might not have known anything at the moment of death.

This kind of power could not be possessed by ordinary sorcerers, but it was possible for the Sorcerer Supreme to wield such power.

Gilderoy Lockhart!

What was so special about him?

Suddenly, Mephisto thought of Dormammu, the God of Darkness.

That one was the same as himself, because he was cautious and did not fall into the hands of the Sorcerer Supreme.

Yes, he had been quite concerned about Lockhart.

This guy was naturally greedy and could never be tempted to act without profit.

There must be something secret about Lockhart, and it was probably quite significant.

Thinking of this, Mephisto's eyes showed greed.

Castle ruins at dusk.

Two colorful phantoms, Wanda and Arnold, slowly flew toward him, while the fallen sorcerer David opposite him cast various chaotic magics.

As the dark chaotic magic continued to boil, various attacks passed through the two phantoms.

However, it seemed that the two were not in the same space at all.

No matter how David tried his best, he did no harm to Wanda and Arnold at all.

Seeing the two getting closer and closer, he retreated quickly, trying to obstruct them in every possible way, but without any success.

His face turned ugly, and he turned to look at Mephisto not far away.

He discovered that Lockhart and Mephisto were looking at each other, motionless.

David's thoughts were spinning, and his transformed mental power seemed to be conveying some bad premonition to him.

This time, he had roped in Mephisto because he also wanted to take the opportunity to teach the sorcerers of the London Sanctum a lesson.

After all, both parties were now cooperating. In any case, Mephisto had to show some sincerity when he called for the first time.

If they could take the opportunity to kill Lockhart, that would be great.

In any case, with the existence of this king of hell, although it was only a clone, he believed that the sorcerer who attacked this time would definitely not achieve good results.

However, the battle situation in front of him surprised him.

There were only three people attacking.

And every one of them was so strange.

Looking at the two colorful phantoms flying towards him, David couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Forget it, he thought, let's retreat first.

Trust Mephisto, he will definitely not disappoint.

Calling on the power of the source of twilight, he used his originally prepared backup plan. Dark yellow light flashed, and David's figure slowly disappeared.

However, the moment he disappeared, David's eyes widened, and while he was shocked, he couldn't help but feel a hint of anger.

He actually saw Mephisto's body turn into fly ash and slowly disappear.

Opposite him, Lockhart had a smile on his face.

Damn it, this king of hell couldn't be such a pushover, so how did Lockhart manage to deal with him?

How powerful was this Lockhart?

After all, Mephisto was also a veteran king of hell!

Thoughts flashed across his mind, and he felt a little lucky. He had to leave, afraid that he would end up like Mephisto.

At this moment, Lockhart turned his head and glanced at David, who had disappeared.

Snort!

The other party was lucky and ran away in time, otherwise, David would have learned what a fate worse than death truly meant.

However, when he thought about the massive memories that the system had just instilled into his mind, Lockhart smiled happily.

Different from Dormammu's split soul and its incomplete memory, thanks to the system, Mephisto's memory was quite complete.

Not only did he now possess various secrets between the dimensional gods, but more importantly, he had obtained from Mephisto's memory...

The key to becoming a dimensional god!

Chapter 604

What is the key to becoming a dimensional god?

The key is not the gods behind, but the dimensions in front.

Each dimensional god has its own dimension.

Apart from this, the transformed soul and the magic of fused concepts are secondary.

As long as there are dimensions, the dimensions will be immortal and the gods will not die.

To a certain extent, the dimension can be understood as the Kingdom of God, but it is more powerful and more capable of growth than the Kingdom of God.

To be precise, every dimension is a complete world in every direction.

But the attributes are different, causing different variations.

If dimensions want to grow, the mainstream method is to plunder.

Loot souls, plunder resources, plunder other dimensions.

This also caused the most fundamental struggle between the dimensional gods.

However, these were still a bit far away for Lockhart.

According to Mephisto's memory, there were two main ways to obtain dimensions.

The first was to rely on luck to encounter a natural dimension that was still in its infancy.

When the soul merged with the dimension and controlled it, it basically became a reserve for the dimensional god.

Waiting for the transformation of the soul and magic power, and the formation of the original power unique to oneself, would mark becoming a god.

This method was purely based on luck. Many ancient gods merged with one dimension because of luck.

Most of them just had the time advantage.

As time went by, more and more dimensions were discovered, and the ones that remained undiscovered became rare.

It was getting more and more difficult to become a dimensional god.

Then, at some unknown point, maybe a genius or a god invented the second method.

Since natural dimensions were getting harder and harder to find—

Then why not take the initiative to create your own dimension?

Since you couldn't find a path, then make your own path.

A second method emerged.

Obviously, compared to the first one, the road to becoming a god by luck, the second one required a higher price.

If you wanted to create a dimension, you must first be qualified.

If the mental power was not enough, if the soul was not strong, it couldn't carry it at all, and it couldn't even be condensed.

Therefore, the first step to becoming a god was to transform one's own spirit or soul.

This was the case with the god-enlightening ceremony held by the fallen sorcerer.

With the help of rituals, they successfully transformed their spiritual power, but of course they did not reach the level of gods.

However, they had basically reached a quasi-god level.

The basic requirements for carrying dimensions had been met.

The second step was energy, which could also be called magic power.

Likewise, it also required transformation, at least incorporating a certain concept.

Like the power of dusk, what was integrated was the concept of dusk.

Like the power of darkness, what was integrated was the concept of darkness.

There were also desert, shadow, hell, dreamland, light, space, time and so on.

Each dimensional god had its own title.

Dormammu, the God of Darkness; Mephisto, the King of Hell; Vishanti, the God of White Magic...

They all integrated themselves into a certain concept.

They were the masters of these concepts.

And with the help of concepts they controlled, they also created their own believers, or a system of practitioners.

They used these believers or practitioners to further consolidate and expand the authority they controlled.

Of course, becoming a god did not yet require doing this, but at the very least, one must find a concept that had not been completely controlled by others and integrate it into one's own magic power.

One needed to prepare to master a certain concept after becoming a dimensional god.

At this point, the fallen sorcerer David had chosen Dusk.

Because the god of dusk was dead, the controller of the concept of dusk naturally no longer existed.

Of course David couldn't give up such a good opportunity.

His goal was to become the new God of Twilight.

Master the twilight concept.

Just like the Ancient One, he would construct a sorcerer system based on the concept of dusk.

Take complete control and strengthen the power of dusk.

This was the second step, and David had already done it.

And Lockhart, with the help of the power of the origin of dreams, also managed to integrate the concept of dreams into his own magic power.

Next came the most critical step three.

Create a prototype of dimensions.

How to create one dimension?

Even if it was just a prototype, the difficulty was not low.

After all, in the beginning, these dimensions were born naturally from heaven and earth.

It didn't mean that just because dimensions existed, they could be built through construction.

All aspects involved were very complicated. If there was even a hint of error, it was very likely that the relationship would collapse and all efforts would be wasted.

Don't look at Lockhart—he had built his own dream world, which seemed to be completely intact.

But to advance it to a dream dimension and integrate it into the entire universe with many dimensions was still too crude.

It could even be said bluntly that if you wanted to purely create a dimension, only the god level could do it.

No, to be precise, only the old gods, even those at the supreme god level, could successfully build one.

Newly born dimensional gods basically had no such ability.

The difficulty was so high, how could a sorcerer who had not yet become a god do it?

Since direct creation was not possible, there were naturally indirect methods.

It might have been a method passed down by a certain god or a genius in ancient times.

To put it simply, the dove occupies the magpie's nest.

If you couldn't build it yourself, couldn't you steal someone else's?

Of course, anyone who tried to rob a Dimensional God was seeking death.

However, if one didn't take away the dimension of the gods, but instead took over this world...

The world was so vast, couldn't one just claim a piece of it?

One just needed to cut it off and separate it from the original world. Wasn't this a natural prototype of a dimension?

It was true that this was very unfriendly and even harmful to the world or the universe.

But there was no doubt that it greatly reduced the difficulty of creating dimensions.

After all, the heaven and the earth had been running for countless billions of years. It was complete in itself. Cutting off a piece of it—

As long as the method was appropriate, it would be natural and complete.

Of course, it was not easy to completely cut the world without destroying it.

Even the place and method of cutting were very particular.

Otherwise, if one wasn't careful, it would cause the world to backlash and kill the person on the spot.

Seeing this, Lockhart was thoughtful.

London, no, it should be said the entire island of England.

That was David's goal.

He wanted to cut off Britain as the foundation of his own dimension.

Seeing this, Lockhart couldn't help but have a doubt in his mind.

Was there anything special about Britain?

Why could it become the foundation of a dimensional god?

The universe was so vast, with so many planets and land masses, why choose the UK?

This was not the Middle Ages, and people now knew about the existence of other planets.

Nowadays, Lockhart had seen other worlds and even alien planets.

Thoughts turning, Lockhart continued with doubts to march through Mephisto's memory, seeking his secrets.

As he watched, Lockhart's heart became more solemn.

The answer was also very simple, or perhaps not so simple.

In the entire vast universe, the Earth was special.

This novel-like setting unfolded in Lockhart's eyes, so real and so amazing.

The place where Eternity descended, the incarnation of the Celestial Race, the Phoenix Force, the birthplace of Asgard...

Titles came to Lockhart's mind one after another.

It seemed to be telling something special about the Earth.

The Earth was once the place where the Supreme Being Eternity descended, where the Celestials incarnated, where various gods from the East and the West were born...

The Earth was the center of the universe. This statement was true in ancient times.

Many gods, including the God of Darkness, Mephisto, Vishanti, Agamotto, and others, were all born on the Earth.

Many dimensional prototypes also emerged from the Earth.

No, there was no such name as Earth at that time. It was called—the realm of eternity.

It meant the place where the Supreme Being descends eternally.

It's just that the gods were fighting, and many powerful beings were dividing the world in order to become gods.

The original supreme world and magnificent continent gradually degraded.

It had now been reduced to a planet.

Hidden in obscurity, in this vast universe.

However, the dimensional gods who came out of the Earth had not forgotten it, and their greed for the Earth remained unabated.

However, the Sorcerer Supreme was born, an extremely powerful person who protected the Earth.

Not only was the Sorcerer Supreme powerful enough to kill many dimensional gods, more importantly, behind the Sorcerer Supreme was the Supreme Being Eternity.

The Earth was the place where it once descended, although the reason why it descended was unknown.

However, for an unknown reason, the Sorcerer Supreme formed a connection with the Supreme Being Eternity.

So far, although the gods of other dimensions were full of greed for the Earth, Eternity and the powerful Sorcerer Supreme basically kept them restrained.

However, although they had no intention of destroying the Earth, they were still greedy for the resources on the Earth.

Tangible and intangible resources such as souls, dimensions, concepts, etc. were extremely active on the Earth.

After all, as the ancestral land where many gods were born, the value of the Earth itself was still very great.

Just like now, David was preparing to use the island of England to create dimensions and become a god.

"Master, is the king of hell Mephisto dead?" Wanda walked to Lockhart and asked.

The words were filled with surprise and expectation.

Arnold on the side was also watching Lockhart, as if he wanted to hear Lockhart's conclusion.

Although the Evil God of Dimensions was not there in his true form, even his clone could not be easily destroyed by a sorcerer.

It was understandable to resist, but to destroy it? Did Lockhart really think that the evil god would not run away?

Unless many sorcerers worked together to set up a magic circle, it might be possible.

Or if the Sorcerer Supreme took action.

"Yes, Mephisto's clone on Earth is gone," Lockhart said calmly.

Because of the previous dimensional invasions, Mephisto had suffered heavy losses, and the source of energy consumed to condense the clones was not small.

So Mephisto had only condensed this one clone and come to Earth.

Hearing this, Arnold looked calm, but his heart was already in turmoil.

He asked himself, faced with Mephisto's clone, he would have been determined to save his life and escape.

But if he wanted to counterattack or even kill Mephisto, there would basically be no hope.

And Lockhart had done it, which showed...

"Master Arnold, I just obtained some vital information. If we're not careful, the London Sanctum may be in trouble," Lockhart said with a serious face.

"Please send all available temple sorcerers to explore London and surrounding cities."

"Search for anything related to dusk."

At this point, Lockhart's tone became lowered: "I will also send people from the Vientiane World to participate."

"No need to do anything, just report back what you see and make statistics."

At this moment, Arnold was a little confused when he heard Lockhart's words, but looking at his serious face and hushed tone, he felt solemn in his heart, and nodded to express his understanding.

"Mr. Lockhart, don't worry, I will arrange for manpower to participate here and mobilize all the forces in the London Sanctum to collect information."

"However, what has happened that actually threatens the entire London Sanctum?"

"Do you need to contact Kamar-Taj headquarters for support?"

"Or..."

"Contact the Sorcerer Supreme!"

Apparently Lockhart's serious mood had rubbed off on Arnold, who thought something big was going on.

And with Arnold's temperament, he definitely had no habit of trying to survive alone.

If you can call for help, call for help. Calling the Sorcerer Supreme was a guarantee.

I don't dare to say anything, Arnold thought, no matter whether there's real danger or not, let's take precautions first.

After Lockhart heard this, he was silent for a moment, looked at Wanda beside him, waved his hand, and a colorful light appeared in front of Wanda.

Her figure disappeared immediately.

Obviously, what was to happen next was not suitable for Wanda to know, and Arnold was even more expectant.

"During the battle just now, I obtained an important piece of news."

"David is preparing to become the new God of Twilight."

"His most critical step now is to integrate the concept of dusk into the memory of everyone in the UK."

"He plans to become the God of Twilight with the help of the entire British nation's faith."

Lockhart did not tell Arnold the whole truth, but simplified the information.

After all, the way to become a dimensional god was not measured solely by faith.

In the entire Earth, he believed only the Sorcerer Supreme knew the full truth.

It was impossible for him to tell Arnold directly, after all, the relationship between the two parties was not that close yet.

Of course, what David was going to do now should be similar to what Lockhart said.

If you wanted to safely divide the island of England and create a prototype of your own dimension, this process could be said to be simple, but it could also be said to be incredibly complex.

Among the steps, the most critical was dealing with the will of heaven and earth, or the will of the Earth itself.

The Earth could not tolerate others dividing its body.

Therefore, one could only resort to deception or paralysis.

Through faith, or by infecting the spiritual ocean, the initial concealment would be carried out.

The British had lived on the island of England for a long time and formed a country.

There was no doubt that, on a symbolic level, they were the representatives of England as a whole and could be initially influenced.

So, when the whole of Britain believed in the twilight—no, or took belief in the twilight as a matter of course—

The concept of dusk would spread to the entire island of England.

Through ceremony, the spiritual ocean of the whole UK would be mobilized.

This could paralyze the will of the Earth for a short period of time.

When the time came, combined with other means, it would naturally be possible to cut away the land.

Create a prototype of a dimension and step into the realm of gods!

Chapter 605

London, England.

"The latest Twilight series of tarot cards, limited edition."

"The latest TV series 'Love at Dusk' will be officially launched at 8pm tonight..."

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk. The latest 5A-level masterpiece 'Twilight of the Gods' will be officially released at 9 a.m. in three days..."

"..."

Opening his computer browser and simply searching for the word "dusk," Lockhart watched as a large amount of related information containing the word appeared instantly.

When adjusting the search to filter for the last month, even more results emerged.

Various news related to dusk constantly displayed on the screen.

As the mouse slid, Lockhart looked at the computer screen in front of him, frowning slightly.

There were many ways to collect information, but gathering it from the Internet was the simplest and most efficient approach.

Just from what he'd seen, Lockhart discovered that a large amount of dusk-related information had appeared on British networks in the past month.

Of course, maybe it was because he had searched with "dusk" as the keyword, and naturally everything seemed to be related to dusk.

However, things related to dusk had appeared across a wide range of channels such as movies, TV series, and games.

This was definitely not a coincidence.

At this moment...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the door. After Lockhart called for them to enter, Ian, Remy, and the other three walked directly into the house.

"Teacher, is there anything we need to do?" Ian asked very calmly.

Remy and Vera on the side also looked at their mentor, with doubts and expectations flashing in their eyes.

"Mobilize all available sorcerers in the Vientiane World to do one thing."

Hearing this, the nerves of the three students immediately became serious.

Mobilizing all resources meant there was no doubt that this matter was extremely important.

"What I need you to do is find out whether any twilight-related events have been held recently in all cities, towns, and villages across the UK."

Having said this, Lockhart paused and seemed to think of something.

"Focus on exploring some remote, sparsely populated places as well as large population centers."

"Everyone should bring combat puppets. They are just for exploration. If any abnormalities are found, activate their self-destruct sequence. Don't act without authorization."

When he emphasized the words "don't act without permission," Lockhart's tone was unquestionable.

He didn't want to alert the enemy.

Although he guessed that David might have prepared to be discovered, the later the other party realized they were being watched, the better it would be for Lockhart.

"Twilight?" Remy was a little surprised and said with a hint of uncertainty: "Teacher, if we're talking about dusk, we have indeed discovered some things before."

Hearing this, Lockhart set his sights on Remy.

Remy thought for a moment, seeming to arrange his words, and said: "When I was in the Wizarding World, I lived in London, so after coming to this new world, I consciously explored the differences between the two Londons."

"Although there are many similarities between the two cities, such as some buildings and well-known places."

"But there are still quite a few differences."

"Maybe because the wizarding world has the Ministry of Magic, the government there knows very little about supernatural things outside their domain."

"But the British government in this New World seems to have many extraordinary projects being pursued."

"I normally don't care about these differences, but when you mention dusk, something comes to mind."

"The British government seems to have started a project called 'Twilight Warrior,' which is said to have consumed a lot of resources."

"However, I don't know much more than that."

"After all, I'm not particularly interested in government affairs."

Hearing what Remy said, Lockhart looked at him intently.

What was Remy doing with information about the British government?

But he didn't think too much about it. After all, his students had their own things to do, their own plans and ideas.

As long as it didn't affect him, it didn't matter.

"Okay, I understand. Remy, you will continue to be responsible for this. Compile and summarize any relevant information for me in the future."

Lockhart still trusted his students.

After all, he had cultivated their character himself and knew their temperaments and abilities very well.

What's more, magical branding, magical contracts, and other means were enough to reassure Lockhart of their loyalty.

"Yes, Master!" the three said in unison, and with Lockhart's slight nod, they turned and left.

They would prepare to complete their mission.

Raise an army for a thousand days, use it for a while!

Lockhart was still very interested in the prototype of the dimension.

After all, this was the foundation for becoming a god!

However, the attitude of the Sorcerer Supreme towards the prototype of the dimension...

Kamar-Taj, Bamboo Forest Tea Room!

Arnold, the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum, stood quietly aside.

Looking at the Sorcerer Supreme standing in front of the window, he lowered his head slightly to show respect.

"Lockhart told you David is going to become the Twilight God?"

"Yes, Sorcerer Supreme," Arnold nodded and said with certainty.

He was not stupid; this matter obviously involved the Dimensional Evil God.

Mephisto had appeared, and there might be other evil gods still lurking in the dark.

To rely on the London Sanctum alone would be suicide and irresponsible.

It wasn't like he had no powerful allies.

The Sorcerer Supreme, the nemesis of evil gods, was the protector of all Kamar-Taj and the three major temples.

As long as the Sorcerer Supreme took action, Arnold believed that all conspiracies and plans would be as fragile as paper tigers.

"Lockhart said that fallen sorcerers like David need the faith of the British?" At this point, a hint of a smile flashed in the Sorcerer Supreme's voice.

"That's what he said." Arnold, who had a keen sense, noticed the change in the tone of the Sorcerer Supreme. "Master, is it possible that the information provided by Master Lockhart is incorrect?"

"That's right," the Sorcerer Supreme said calmly.

"Then, do you think it's necessary to adjust Kamar-Taj's response? After all, an evil god is involved."

At this point, Arnold paused slightly: "Do you think you need to visit the London Sanctum yourself?"

As the old saying went, as long as the Sorcerer Supreme took action, then all problems would cease to be problems.

As for whether summoning the Sorcerer Supreme before the matter escalated further would appear to be overkill—

Arnold didn't care about that.

He was almost a hundred years old and had seen enough to know what mattered.

The sky was big and the earth was big, but it was better to live to see another day.

He wanted to continue living, and he also wanted all the sorcerers under him to survive safely.

In this case, there was no room for pride.

As the saying went, if a tree has no bark, it will surely die; if a man has no shame, he will be invincible in the world.

Regardless of whether there was real danger or not, it was better to take precautions.

"Mobilize Kamar-Taj's sorcerers to go over. If possible, I won't go over yet."

"Recently, I need to stay at Kamar-Taj on guard. There are still unusual movements in the dimensional gap."

Hearing this, Arnold showed a look of disappointment on his face, nodded, continued to chat for a few more moments, and then turned and left.

Well, he thought, Kamar-Taj's battle sorcerers could be considered a formidable force.

It was a pity the Sorcerer Supreme wouldn't be coming.

Looking at Arnold's departing figure, the Sorcerer Supreme's eyes seemed to be contemplating something.

Lockhart, how would you choose?