20demayo Chapter 280, Page 279: Don't scream and yell.
Chapter 280, Page 279: Don't scream and yell.
Chapter 280, Page 279: Don't scream and yell.
Yes.
In ancient times, gods and dragons danced together.
Although Ian knew this might just be a bold guess, he still felt it was very likely, because the magic used by the black-robed wizards that had just appeared not only gave him a sense of the unique aura of magic, but also made him feel as if the gods he had encountered before were casting divine spells.
Only someone like Ian, who has actually seen gods, could discern this. If it were anyone else from Hogwarts, even Dumbledore probably wouldn't have the same feeling.
"If that's really the case... the history of wizards and even the gods will probably be rewritten." Ian clicked his tongue in amazement at his own conjecture, and there was more than one reason for his speculation.
at this time.
Ian stood on the ravaged land. Except for the area beneath his feet, which was protected by his magic, the surrounding area was almost entirely scorched and cracked earth.
The air was filled with the embers of the fire and the lingering sweet and pungent smell of roasted meat.
These are the traces left by the black-robed wizards—they just hunted a dragon with magic comparable to a "meteor shower," and since the world hasn't been reset, traces of the hunt will naturally remain.
The sky had cleared up.
However, the natural environment damaged by the black-robed figures still remained. And just as the rain began to fall again, Ian once again sensed the aura of ancient magic.
The raindrops fell slowly, not with icy cold, but with a strange warmth and glow. The moment each raindrop touched the ground, it seemed to awaken dormant seeds. On the once barren earth, faint green began to emerge, and tender shoots sprouted from the ashes, trembling gently in the wind like newborn hope.
"They actually understand the importance of environmental protection?"
Ian stretched out his hand, and a drop of rain fell into his palm, shimmering with a faint golden light.
"A growth spell?" Ian tilted his head back, letting the raindrops fall on his face. He squinted at the clearing sky, a complex emotion rising in his heart.
Such magic.
While rain did exist in his era, it could never have grown on such a large scale and so rapidly. This was no ordinary rain; it was something that combined the power of nature with the essence of magic. It was like the tears of the earth, and also like the healing power of time itself, quietly replenishing life force as all things were about to die.
"It's not just the growth curse."
Ian is feeling it.
He discovered a shocking fact. In the distance, on the charred remains of the giant tree, branches were regrowing, layers of vibrant green leaves overlapping, and soon it regained its former lushness. He watched as rainwater poured into the pit, forming a small puddle. In the puddle, several translucent little fish suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Swimming its tail merrily, it swam around—even the creation of life itself was on display! This was something that neither the magic he knew nor even the alchemy could achieve!
"this……"
Ian murmured to himself, his voice filled with shock. He looked up at the sky, where luminous particles drifted in the rain, like stars that had been given life.
It is these particles that bring life.
It's still raining.
But all the damaged natural environment had been restored. A crack appeared in the clouds, letting in a faint ray of light. Under this light, everything displayed vibrant life. Ian stood there, silently watching all this, feeling an unprecedented sense of awe.
"As expected! Those wizards! They will eventually become gods because of their magic!" Ian felt that the possibility of his earlier guess had increased considerably.
This place belongs neither to any known era nor to the history Ian is familiar with. It is the age of the gods, but not the glorious age of the gods that everyone knows.
Or is it their origin, a chaotic beginning? Countless possibilities converge here, everything has yet to evolve, and the gods have not yet decided which direction the world will take.
"This... is still just my guess. If it's true, it would be too shocking." Ian shook his head, putting his wild speculations out of his mind.
Recalling the vanished dragons and those ancient wizards, Ian felt that if he wanted to return to the right time, or the right era, he might have to find those ancient wizards.
"It's the road home again... This is practically become my daily routine," he muttered to himself, a hint of helplessness and weariness in his voice. Of course, this wasn't his first time traveling through time. But this time was different; he hadn't entered this unknown land willingly, but had been swept into it by a sudden magical storm.
"It's all my fault for wanting to acquire super potions and alchemical materials." Ian was somewhat annoyed at his own greed, blinded by the knowledge that the ancient dragon was full of treasures.
If he hadn't gone searching for the dragon, he wouldn't have encountered the constantly respawning dragons. And if he hadn't encountered the constantly respawning dragons, he wouldn't have been sucked into this unknown place after hitting a dragon's head. Ultimately, it was all greed's fault. If he had returned to Hogwarts with the new trio, he'd probably be fast asleep right now, living a wonderful life. Why would he be stuck here in the rain, being stared at by mosquitoes bigger than his head?
"I should have known better than to touch that bronze door," he muttered, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. "But there's really no point in saying all this now."
"What's done is done."
"Well, I guess this is a kind of heroic act. If I don't come, someone else will. What if it's another little wizard? They definitely won't be able to withstand the mosquitoes sucking their blood."
Ian burned the giant mosquito that tried to ambush him to death with a burst of fire, and then began to pull up his boots, which were soaked with humus. The sticky feeling from the soles of his boots was clearly due to the rain.
He really disliked the damp environment; even taking a few deep breaths would make him feel dizzy from the oxygen—to be fair, science still exists in this world.
Excessively large creatures, whether ancient dragons or ordinary dinosaurs, all need oxygen to survive, but the oxygen concentration available to them is far from suitable for humans.
Excessive oxygen can lead to the production of more reactive oxygen species in the body, which can damage cells and DNA. Even legendary wizards can experience slight oxygen dizziness if they inhale too much oxygen.
but.
Dinosaur.
An ancient dragon.
And those large, magical creatures would definitely love this kind of environment.
Larger organisms require higher oxygen concentrations. High-oxygen environments can support larger organisms because a greater supply of oxygen can meet their higher metabolic demands. This is why some giant insects and other large organisms only appear during periods of high oxygen concentration.
Of course, in a high oxygen concentration environment, substances are more likely to burn, which may lead to fires. At the same time, it can also reduce the difficulty of casting fire magic and increase its power.
Regarding this point.
I experienced that firsthand when Ian set fire to the mosquitoes.
Science and magic coexist in a wondrous way.
"Who says magic isn't science? Magic is actually a kind of science." Ian didn't dwell on the question; he knew that the most urgent thing was to figure out where he was and how to get out of there.
"I still need to find someone I can communicate with. It doesn't matter if I don't speak their language; spiritual communication transcends language." After weighing his options, Ian used his flight cloak again.
His figure quickly rose into the air.
The wind whistled past.
The figure drew a smooth arc in the sky.
He looks cool, and he is indeed very cool. However, the sky in this era is different from the one Ian lived in. There are many flying creatures in the sky here. Suddenly, a pterosaur swooped down from the clouds without warning, its huge wings blocking out the light.
It opened its blood-red maw, its target Ian!
It's clear they want to portray Ian flying as some kind of gift from nature.
"Tsk, what a little glutton. Didn't your mother teach you not to eat things you've never seen before?" Ian waved his wand, and a light symbolizing the Shattering Spell appeared.
The next moment, a burst of magical light erupted from the tip of the wand, striking the pterosaur's chest. The entire behemoth exploded, turning into countless pieces of flesh and bone fragments scattered everywhere.
It continuously sprinkled into the churning clouds below.
"It's only because I'm already past my limit that I'd eat some dinosaur meat, otherwise I would have eaten something else no matter what." Ian did indeed catch a lot of pterosaur meat and put it into his "otherworldly" wallet. He steadied himself and looked into the distance again. After flying for a while, he slowly lowered his altitude.
after all.
It was difficult to spot any human settlements while always above the clouds, but as Ian descended quite a distance, he began to notice that the view below was gradually becoming clearer.
In the dense primeval jungle, enormous ferns stood like giants, their trunks so thick that it would take more than a dozen people to encircle them. Low growls and roars echoed from the ground—the sounds of dinosaurs. Ian immediately recognized several familiar species: Triceratops, Tyrannosaurus Rex, Brachiosaurus… these were dinosaurs he had seen on television.
They look pretty much the same.
The only difference is that the color and skin tone are different from what the scientists recreated.
And apart from that.
Many more creatures were strange beings he had never seen before.
There are creatures that float like giant dandelions, with countless tiny mouthparts hidden among their downy hairs; and there are giant beetles with bat wings, whose elytra open and close with a sharp, metallic screech.
A transparent, lizard-like creature traversed the forest, its body seemingly made of crystal, refracting seven colors with every step; another enormous creature, resembling a fusion of whale and crocodile features, swam slowly in the swamp, its back bearing vents like those of a volcanic eruption, constantly spewing out scorching steam.
They all possess an aura of magic.
Warcraft?
of course not!
Rather, they are those magical creatures that have disappeared from history!
"interesting!"
Ian chose to land temporarily on the ground. Newt would probably be overjoyed to be here, and Ian was also surprised, but he did not choose to hunt or tame the animal.
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It's not about respecting nature.
Instead.
"Who knows if I can even bring the stuff back?" Ian only kept the barbecue to eat later; he didn't want to do a lot of thankless work for nothing.
The ancient dragons that kept spawning at the Bronze Gate had really worn him out.
Ian had no intention of making a move.
only.
The magical creatures sensed his presence and all looked over. Immediately, they began to flee in terror, as if they were terrified of a creature that looked like Ian.
"Those black-robed wizards must have hunted magical creatures too." Ian believed that it was like how black bears are afraid of spitting guns; it must be a fear etched deep into their genes that was influencing these magical creatures.
of course.
It's not like there aren't any stubborn types.
Just at this time.
"Swish swish~"
A rustling sound echoed through the newly grown jungle. A dark shadow darted out of a tree hollow. It was a giant python covered in luminous stripes.
The snake's tongue split into three long whips that crackled with electricity.
This is clearly a magical creature.
The kind of thing that Voldemort or Tom would be ecstatic to see.
"You're a little glutton too."
Ian treated these magical creatures no differently than he treated other ordinary animals that attacked him. He liked magical creatures, but he didn't like those that were unfriendly to him.
They want to eat people.
Then you should be prepared to be eaten.
Ian flicked his wand.
immediately.
The snake that launched the sneak attack, perhaps one with considerable magic resistance, was instantly split in two, neatly becoming square pieces of snake meat.
The snakeskin was also in perfect condition.
Ian thought it was worth a try to see if he could bring the snakeskin back—he was clearly using the magic that Grindelwald had taught him with centaurs in a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Very skilled.
Ian immediately started stewing the snake meat on the spot, squatting in a crucible with the pterosaur meat from before, and threw in some magic potions as seasoning for the stew.
"By the way, after seeing so many magical creatures, I didn't see any of the ingredients for making potions... Is that because of some unknown reason?"
Ian had indeed searched carefully and was now looking around, but he hadn't found any familiar herbs, nor had he found any herbs with magical properties.
"strangeness."
Ian finished the snake and dragon meat stew, lost in thought.
immediately.
It took to the sky again.
"This is so different from the history I know. Maybe it's not the Cretaceous or the Jurassic period. God knows what era this is—maybe it's a mix of countless eras?"
He was pondering.
That's why I have this idea.
It was entirely because a city floating in mid-air in the distance was suddenly reflected in his eyes.
That's a city forged from steel.
It seemed so out of place, so discordant, with this ancient world where dinosaurs and dragons coexisted—it floated silently in the sky, as if it had existed there since time immemorial. Huge metal towers stood in a dense, interwoven pattern, the streets crisscrossed in an orderly fashion, the architectural style ancient and mysterious.
Although there were no obvious flashing runes or traces of modern technology, it hovered in mid-air defying gravity, exuding an indescribable solemnity.
obviously.
This is where those wizards gather.
Located in the sky.
No flying creatures dared to approach.
"That's outrageous."
Just as Ian was considering whether or not to approach.
"Buzz buzz buzz~"
suddenly
A sharp alarm pierced the silence. He looked up abruptly and saw a pale blue light curtain rising from the city's outskirts, rippling outwards like water and enveloping the entire city.
"It's a raven! Damn it! It's that wretched raven!"
A sound was heard.
They were the first to panic.
But to Ian, it sounded like someone was yelling.
(End of this chapter)