Chapter 139 Spiritual Supremacy

As night fell, the torches were lit again. Soldiers in the barracks began singing and banqueting drunkenly. Bonfires were lit everywhere, the air was filled with the smell of spices and grilled meat, and the crowd laughed rudely.

And in an unremarkable tent in the corner of the barracks, Fatil quickly filled the suitcase with all kinds of utensils. His suitcase was cast with a traceless stretching spell, and it couldn't be filled no matter how full it was.

While he was packing his suitcase, Gellert was leaning against the outside of the tent, looking at the dark purple sky expressionlessly. The African sky was as pure as glass, dotted with some small silver stars, which was very beautiful.

Jacob had nothing else to do, so he lit a cigarette, stood beside Gellert and asked, "Hey, what were you thinking?"

Gellert didn't look at him, but said lightly, "Those soldiers, they are singing."

Jacob looked at the soldiers drinking and singing in the distance: "It's probably because they drank too much."

"Maybe, but they're content."

There was a touch of sarcasm in Gellert's tone, "How can they be satisfied with their small lives, this sad world of war, and the boring work day after day."

Jacob was stunned for a moment, shaking his head, "They have wine, girls, and maybe wives and children waiting for them at home. What about you, Grindelwald."

"ideal."

Gellert stared at Jacob.

"When I find Dragonstone Isle, my ideal will take my life to a height that these idiots can't reach."

Jacob's smoking action froze. After a moment of stunnedness, he threw away the cigarette, with an unhappy expression on his face, hesitant to speak.

At this time, Fatil finally packed his luggage and equipment, and he stood beside Gellert carrying a box.

"I like the way you think."

"Hope you're always positive," Fattil said.

Gellert smiled, but didn't answer. He drew out his wand, and with a slight twist, the two disappeared into the air.

When they were gone, Jacob spat on the ground and muttered, "Pretentious fool."

After speaking, he drew out his wand and tapped it on his arm.

"Disler Falconment."

His figure fluctuated, his body merged with the background, and disappeared into the air.

The three walked along the mountain road all the way to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro. When they reached an uninhabited waterfall at an altitude of about 500 meters, they stopped and exited the phantom state.

Jacob looked at Fatil: "It's time for you to make a move."

Fatil nodded, and he opened the box. He took out a few crystal stones and a few cans of spell-casting materials, and quickly fiddled with them on the ground. Soon, a simple teleportation array appeared on the stones.

"Will those niggers find out?"

Jacob was a little worried.

"Hurry up, apparate away when you get something, they won't be able to find it." Fatil looked at Gellert: "Gellert, have you marked it?"

Gellert nodded.

Jacob stood up, and the three joined hands and fought in a circle. Gellert bit his finger again, a drop of blood dripped into the teleportation array, and the teleportation array ignited scarlet flames, and the three disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When they reappeared, they came to the place where Gellert left blood during the day.

"here."

Gellert pointed at the markings under the ice.

Fatil squatted down, stroked the circular triangle pattern with trembling palms, and murmured:

"The Deathly Hallows, the legendary symbol of the God of Death. It really is the inheritance of the top dragon trainer."

"Can you open it?"

Jacob asked.

"I try my best."

Fatil opened the box, took out a jar of crystal clear blue powder, dipped it in a bit, pressed it on the stone wall, and drew pictures. The blue powder touched the stone wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The water that met the sponge.

After a while, Fatil stood up and waved his wand. The entire stone wall fluctuated like water ripples, and a shining blue flame burned along the stone wall, gradually forming a circle, a triangle was wrapped in the circle, and a vertical bar appeared inside the triangle.

On the highest mountain on the African continent, the symbol of the Holy Hallows burns slowly.

Fatil's face was flushed, and he swung his wand wide open and closed, just like a conductor at the climax of his performance, a little harder.

The entire stone wall was instantly burned into a dazzling blue arch, and the rock with the Deathly Hallows symbol in the arch disappeared, revealing a doorway, which seemed to be filled with endless darkness.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, and before he could speak, Jacob pushed him away impatiently and walked into the cave.

The hole looks dark, but it's not really deep. Not long after, the three of them came to the bottom of the cave along the old and cracked tunnel one after the other. The darkness here is thick and dense, and nothing can be seen clearly, as if it is connected to the abyss.

The three of them didn't move. The low temperature in the air made them shiver involuntarily. It was so cold.

It's like coming to an ultra-low temperature freezer.

Gellert tried to light his wand, but after he tried Luminosity, he found that his magic flowed like asphalt in an old pipe, and it was very difficult to work.

Jacob on the side seemed to have encountered the same problem. He stroked the wall, spit out a mouthful of white mist, and stammered: "Forbidden magic domain, it seems that magic is not allowed here."

At this time, Fatil took out several small pieces of metal from the box and assembled them together in an orderly manner. Then he held down the metal block and murmured a few incantations in rhythmic rhythm:

"After stumbling you, I see what I want."

As soon as the weird incantation was finished, the few metal blocks suddenly burst into flames, and formed a shining blue beast shadow in the air.

The animal shadow was nearly ten meters high, with three heads branching out from the top, and a dazzling blue light shot out from its eyes, piercing the darkness and shining on the wall. Looking in different directions.

The three directions are the directions that Gellert, Fatil, and Norber's heads are facing.

Gellert moved his head, and the animal brain on top of him also moved its head. Looking at another place, that place is exactly where Gellert looked.

"really interesting."

Jacob tossed his head from side to side like an epileptic. The beast shadow on the top also shook its head in a mess.

"Will this guy imitate my actions?"

"Hurry up, this is spiritual lighting, and it won't last long," Fatil said.

The three of them began to carefully look at the surrounding environment with the help of the light. They saw a very strange scene in front of them. It was a circular space with an area of ​​several hundred square meters, and the top of the space was the thick ice layer on the top of Mount Kilimanjaro.

The ground is as round as an altar. On the ground, the bones of countless dragons are deeply stuck in it like fossils. It feels uneven to the touch. It's as if someone had cemented these dragons and molded them here while they were still alive.

The stone pillars connecting the top and the bottom are thick and thick stone pillars. These stone pillars are thick on the top and thin in the middle. They are cut off at the height of a person. There are about a hundred of them, and there is a dragon egg floating inside each of them. .

There are black, blue, green, star-spotted, striped, leopard, and even transparent ones.

Fatil looked over one by one, and after a row, he exclaimed in a low voice: "My God, my God, have all those extinct dragon eggs been preserved?"

Seeing the dragon eggs stuck in the stone pillar, Jacob's eyes lit up with golden light, like a miser seeing a ton of gold, he jumped on it regardless of the low temperature, and stretched out his hand to a black dragon egg. take it.

However, the cold air from the dragon egg instantly frostbited him, and he withdrew his hand with a cry of surprise, and Fatil patted him angrily.

"Reckless, what reckless? This is ancient cryogenic magic, you don't want your fingers anymore?"

Jacob sucked his finger, muttered something with lingering fear, and stopped being reckless.

Gellert watched his movements coldly, and to be honest, after the surprise of seeing these things at first sight, he wasn't too excited. My teacher was excited because he came from a traditional dragon-training family and had a natural obsession with dragons. Jacob was probably excited because he wanted to exchange these dragon eggs for a lot of gold Galleons on the black market.

For him, these dragon eggs are just some foreign objects, which may help his career to a higher level more quickly, but they cannot improve his own realm.

Fatil opened the box next to the dragon egg, and took out a withered arm from the box. He pressed it lightly, and the arm shone with silver light. He carefully inserted the withered arm into the gap between the stone pillars. The withered hand opened automatically, holding the dragon egg firmly.

After taking out the dragon egg, Fatil took out another Gold Galleon. A mouth opened on the withered arm. He put Jin Gallon into the mouth of his arm, and the arm made a contented swallowing sound, and the palm loosened a little.

After stuffing ten Galleons in a row, the arm was completely released.

"Hand of Glory, you have all these money-burning things."

Jacob held the box and sighed softly.

"shut up."

Fatil stopped him, and he carefully picked up the dragon egg and put it into the box. After finishing, he went to another dragon egg and did the same thing. The glorious hand took out the dragon egg again and again from the extreme cold, but every time he devoured more and more Galleons.

While Fatil was fetching the dragon eggs, Gellert wandered around the crypt a little bored. Walking, he came to the middle of this large cavern storing dragon eggs.

Here, in the faint light, he saw a solitary dragon egg placed in the center of a stone pillar. Unlike other dragon eggs, this dragon egg had a slightly colored light on its surface. Suddenly it looks good.

He didn't have much interest in this thing at first, but on the stone pillar of this dragon egg, there is a row of chiseled handwriting, which is like a ghostly talisman, and he can't understand it at all.

"Fatier?"

Gellert called softly to his teacher.

Fatil, who was fetching eggs behind him, heard the voice and rushed over with Jacob, "What's wrong?"

"What does it mean?"

Gellert pointed at the lettering. For some reason, he was interested in the only lettering in this hall.

Fatil turned his head and read for a moment,

"In Arabic, nothing swallows everything."

"What does that mean?" Jacob asked puzzled.

"I don't quite understand either." Fatil rubbed his chin, thought for a while, shrugged, and happily put his glorious hand into the pillar, and took away the colorful dragon egg, as if he didn't care about this. The dragon egg showed too much curiosity.

Gellert stood motionless, watching the writing. Eyes sore, this sentence seemed to touch a certain point in his heart, making him feel short of breath.

For some reason, he could understand the terrible energy contained in this simple line of words.

It wasn't until Fatil pushed him hard that he came back to his senses, and Fatil stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Why are you in a daze, let's go."

Gellert turned his head to look, and he was fascinated by the typesetting. At some point, Fatil and Jacob had finished taking all the treasures in this hall.

At this moment, Jacob was carrying the suitcase with a satisfied expression on his face, as if he had fantasized about exchanging these dragon eggs for a large sum of Galleons.

He nodded, took one last look at the typography, and walked towards the exit of the crypt.

Walking to the entrance, Fatil planned to recycle the magic components used for lighting, but he walked to the door and looked up, and let out a strange exclamation.

"Huh?"

Gellert: "What's wrong?"

Fatil pointed to the top of his head, wondering: "No, there are obviously only three people here, why is there an extra head for spiritual lighting?"

Gellert looked up and saw that the dim three-headed magical product turned into four heads at some point.

With a strong mental force field, he suddenly felt bad, but before he could react, a figure quietly appeared from the darkness, with a sharp knife across Fatil's neck.

"Don't move, just move and kill him."