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Chapter 252: Chapter 249 - The Grindelwald Plan (5)

Seeing that he couldn't see anything related to the Goddess Vivian, Asterion let out a disappointed sigh and returned to the surface. The moment his feet touched the grass beside him, Asterion's red eyes fell on the man with long black hair wearing a black Greek toga.

His skin was slightly tanned while his eyes were dark brown, he was handsome at around thirty. a full-blooded Greek in every sense.

"Herpo." Asterion spat out the man's name with a cold, intense stare.

"Lord Black." Herpo greeted the young man cordially while showing his respect. After all, the boy in front of him had done something that many had tried but failed to do. His admiration for the boy was sincere and genuine, devoid of any feelings of animosity.

Herpo's eyes fell on the little fairy on Asterion's shoulder and he smiled amiably at the creature he had previously considered extinct. It was a young fairy, very young by fairy standards, and he could see that the little fairy considered Asterion a friend and even trusted him deeply.

Herpo understood why fairies were extinct on the continents, no intelligent race could relate to human wizards with such confidence. Any race knew how arrogant, cold and crazy humans could be when it came to something that mattered to them.

Morals, character and laws were nothing in the face of supreme interests.

Looking at the lake before him, Herpo's eyes showed a deep look, but that look disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

"Walk with me, Lord Black." Herpo fixed his eyes on Asterion and spoke in a friendly tone while gesturing gracefully.

Asterion didn't hesitate and walked alongside his enemy, if anyone saw them, they would see the image of friends walking side by side while chatting happily.

But whether it was Asterion or Herpo, they both knew that in a different place and under different circumstances, they would kill each other without any hesitation, trying to end each other's lives.

"I don't see Morgan." Herpo commented, looking around Asterion. In his senses, apart from the Special Grade Cursed Spirit in his shadow, there was no sign of Morgan. A being he wanted to meet in person, after all, it wasn't every day that you saw a prototype God.

Asterion looked at the man acting so friendly and snorted coldly, not bothering to answer his question. Only a fool would flaunt his greatest weapon.

Herpo rolled his eyes and grumbled, calling Asterion petty and uneducated.

Seeing that Asterion had no intention of introducing him to Morgan, Herpo changed the subject, showing a look of admiration for Grindelwald's Plan. "What do you think of Grindelwald's plan?"

Honestly, after he earned Grindelwald's invitation, Herpo didn't hesitate to stop his training and come to Avalon. At the same time, he was still shocked by the audacity of Grindelwald and his clone. What his clone had accomplished over two millennia shocked even him.

Asterion replied after a brief silence. "Honestly, I think the chances of something going wrong are more than 80%."

Herpo nodded, apparently agreeing with Asterion's words. He also saw that apart from the daring plan, the chances of success weren't high to begin with.

But 20% was a shocking percentage for him. Don't say 20%, even 1% he would still risk completing this crazy plan even with a 99% chance of failure.

Luck always favored the bold or it would lead the bold to their deaths.

"We pray to Zeus that everything works out, or a much bigger problem will fall on our heads." Herpo spoke with a smile on his lips. There was no fear in him or any other feeling, if something happened to him, he would only regret that he couldn't fulfill his dream of finding the Root of Magic.

"If you want to pray to someone dead, be my guest, but I only have faith in myself." Asterion replied in a calm, cold tone. He believed in God, but that didn't mean he had faith in God. Believing that he exists and having faith in him are two completely different things.

"In my day you'd be burned alive for heresy." Herpo commented with an amused tone. Asterion was just like him, as confident in himself as he could be. After all, if you don't have confidence in yourself, you'd better not even start doing anything.

Confidence was something fundamental to sustaining one's beliefs, without it people are no different than empty shells without determination, just living for the sake of living.

Asterion fell silent and walked north, Herpo following him with a smile on his face as he began to ask countless questions about modernity.

The journey lasted five hours and Asterion wished he had the old Herpo by his side at this moment, the current one had a big problem, that was extreme curiosity. Just like the phase any baby or child goes through when growing up, always curious about everything and with lots of questions.

But Herpo hadn't grown out of this phase as a child and it has continued to this day, even two thousand years later!

"Can you please shut up and leave me alone for a minute." Asterion, tired of more questions, looked at Herpo and spoke in an incredibly angry tone.

He regretted agreeing to walk with Herpo, he wanted to extract information from the man through conversation, but this soon became impossible with the infinite number of questions the man had.

Herpo looked at Asterion with a regretful look on his face. He had been enjoying the conversation with someone as intelligent and brave as him, but seeing that he had managed to irritate the boy, he shrugged and walked on in silence. For some reason, everyone who talked to him also showed such reactions, although he didn't understand why.

In his eyes, wizards and witches should enter the sea of knowledge without scruples and curiosity was the primordial pillar of erudition, so in his eyes, what he was doing was very normal.

Suddenly, Asterion and Herpo's steps stopped, they both looked ahead and saw a huge pale desert, there was snow everywhere they looked. Mountains loomed in the background like spears piercing the heavens.

"The power of the gods is incredible." Herpo commented with a genuinely amazed tone at the powers of the gods.

"Do you want to know how you become a god, Lord Black?" He looked at Asterion and asked with a smile playing on his lips.

Asterion looked at him in surprise and remained silent. He felt that even if he said yes, Herpo wouldn't answer with the truth. After all, only a fool would say something that could make his enemy stronger.

Perhaps guessing Asterion's thoughts, Herpo continued to smile as he spoke. "In ancient times, the so-called Special Grade was called the demigod and after that level, it was the deity. When the demigod ascended to the throne of God, his Innate Technique would sublimate and become something stronger, intangible and primordial."

"Authority."

"It had many other names, like Priesthood, Laws, Pillar and many other names." Herpo looked at Asterion with an increasingly animated gaze. "But many failed to sublimate their Innate Technique, dying in the process. Perseus, Theseus, Heracles and many other demigods died at this stage."

Asterion couldn't help but be surprised by Herpo's words, although the man didn't say what it took to sublimate the Innate Technique into Authority, the information he earned opened a path for him to move forward.

"You must be confused as to why I'm saying this, just know that it's in my interest to see you try to reach Divinity. If you die in the process, I'll throw a feast worthy of your status and celebrate your death." Herpo spoke, entering the frozen biome while looking back with an amused look.

How could he not have known about the temptation to reach Divinity. It was every demigod's dream, he wanted to see Asterion try and die in the process. Of course, there was a chance that Asterion would actually ascend to Divinity, but the odds were so minuscule that Herpo decided to gamble.

The chance of Asterion dying was over 90%, how could he not take a chance when luck was in his favor with such odds?

Luck favors the bold, that's what he's believed since Ancient Greece.

Besides, he hadn't told him the method of sublimating the Innate Technique, so Asterion's chances of failing were even greater.

Asterion could certainly guess the conspiracy that was going on in Herpo's mind and he had to admit, it was a naked conspiracy, without hiding its purpose.

At the same time, as Herpo had guessed, Asterion really did want to ascend to Divinity after hearing the sublimation of the Innate Technique, but differently from what Herpo had thought.

Asterion wouldn't be using it on himself, but on Morgan!

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Next Chapter of the Third Volume: Chapter 249 - The Grindelwald Plan (5), Chapter 250 - The Grindelwald Plan (6), Chapter 251 - The Blasphemy (1), Chapter 252 - The Blasphemy (2), Chapter 253 - The Blasphemy (3), Chapter 254 - The Blasphemy (4), Chapter 255 - The Blasphemy (5), Chapter 256 - Change in the Wizarding World (1), Chapter 257 - Change in the Wizarding World (2), Chapter 258 - Change in the Wizarding World (3), Chapter 259 - Change in the Wizarding World (4), Chapter 260 - Attack of the City of Marseille (1), Chapter 261 - Attack of the City of Marseille (2), Chapter 262 - Attack of the City of Marseille (3), Chapter 263 - Attack of the City of Marseille (4), Chapter 264 - Attack of the City of Marseille (5), Chapter 265 - Attack of the City of Marseille (6), Chapter 266 - Revealing Magic to the World (I), Chapter 267 - Revealing Magic to the World (II), Chapter 268 - Revealing Magic to the World (III), Chapter 269 - Awakening of the Gods (I).

 


Chapter 253: Chapter 250 - The Grindelwald Plan (6)

Asterion and Herpo raised their heads and saw a huge crystal, about three meters in diameter, floating in the sky, the magical aura that the crystal gave off made both of their hearts beat faster. It wasn't fear, but sheer awe at what was probably the most energetic object that mankind could muster.

"I had the opportunity to second a Sephirot, it was the size of a fingernail, but when it exploded, it would put the muggle weapons called Nuclear Bombs to shame." Herpo commented when he saw the crystal with a diameter of three meters.

Looking at Asterion, Herpo asked in a calm but dignified tone. "In your eyes, if this thing explodes, what will happen to the planet?"

Asterion pondered as the pentagrams spun at great speeds in his red eyes. After a full five minutes, the words that came from Asterion's lips made Herpo feel a chill run through his body.

"From the simulations, the explosion will be capable of destroying a continent, but the explosion is the least of the problems. What do you think will happen to all the living beings exposed to such an insane amount of magical energy on the planet's surface?"

Yes, Asterion wasn't worried about the explosion. Yes, it would be a devastating explosion that would generate tsunamis of catastrophic proportions, but the explosion would be much smaller than I expect because magical energy has air-like properties and dissolves quickly when it enters the planet, greatly reducing the explosion.

As previously mentioned, only humans and magical creatures could accumulate this extremely volatile energy in their bodies; anything else could not prevent the magical energy from dissolving when it came into contact with the planet.

After all, if the Sephirot was the size of a fingernail, it caused an explosion comparable to that of an atomic blast, a three-meter Sephirot could theoretically destroy the surface of the planet and in worse cases, the planet itself.

However, the explosion was the last thing Asterion wanted to worry about, he was more concerned about what would happen to the world with such a large amount of Magical Energy being released into the planet's atmosphere.

Mutations? Strengthening of the Wizards and anything magical? Perhaps the emergence of a new variation of humans and fauna on the planet?

Mutations were impossible to predict, it was the same as jumping into radioactive waste and expecting to gain superpowers. You'd probably develop cancer or glaucoma at best, death would be a pleasure you wouldn't have if you did something so stupid.

"Do you think anyone will try to stop Grindelwald? After all, not everyone is like us, daring enough to bet on the one-in-a-million chance." Herpo said, moving closer and closer to the highest mountain in the frozen environment. That's where Grindelwald's plan would take place.

"I just want to see who's going to be the idiot to try and stop the plan of a mad man like Grindelwald." Asterion commented with a curious tone. He and Herpo were mad in their own way, and both knew what the other could do if anyone stood in their way. A quick death was a privilege that their enemies wouldn't have.

Asterion and Herpo didn't speak and reached the top of the mountain after a short flight. When they stepped onto the marble floor, they saw throne-like chairs lined up side by side, forming a crescent.

The thrones were obviously for Special Grade Wizards, the Semi-Special Grade Wizards had seats in the stands, but none of these people complained or said anything against the current situation.

The reason was simple, there were 12 Special Grade Wizards and Witches sitting on the thrones, even if they had ten times the current courage, they wouldn't dare sit next to such powerful beings.

"Fourteen demigods, I must say that's quite a rare scene even in Ancient Greece, the Civilization of the Wizarding World at the time." Herpo spoke in an admiring tone, feeling more and more excited to witness history or its destruction. Both were interesting alternatives in his eyes.

Asterion said nothing and sat on the thirteenth throne, feeling countless pairs of eyes falling on him, but he ignored the ants in the stands and focused on the twelve Special Grade beings next to him.

He said beings, because three of those Special Grade beings weren't human, which was no surprise, there was nothing to stop a race from having a Special Grade, only humans who numbered in the billions had more than thirty Special Grade Wizards and Witches.

Other races didn't even come close to such a massive number of Special Grade Wizards.

Asterion discovered that the three beings were famous in the Wizarding World.

Count Dracula, a handsome man in his forties with long blond hair and a perfectly groomed beard around his face. He dressed nobly in a medieval black suit with gold details.

He was a Vampire, a Special Grade Vampire.

William Corvinus, a tall, burly man, he dressed like an 11th century Nord, in dark, tough leather. His hair looked disheveled and unkempt, he had no beard and looked like a big, tall drunk.

He was the Werewolf, a Special Grade Werewolf.

The third and last was a small, ugly being, dressed like a king and with a crown over his black hair. He had small eyes and pointed ears, and his large nose and wrinkled face were enough to give any child nightmares for nights on end.

He was a Goblin, a Special Grade Goblin.

This was the King of the Goblin Nation, Ranrok VIII.

Looking at Ranrok, Asterion showed a vague hostility towards the magical creature that so many wizards and witches despise, he still hadn't forgotten that one of his Goblin had leaked the information about his Slytherin lineage to the world.

As Asterion didn't hide his malice, Ranrok VIII turned and faced Asterion with a wise and cunning look. He didn't look like someone who could be easily manipulated or even tricked.

Showing an ugly and simply terrifying smile, Ranrok raised his wine glass towards Asterion, greeting the Special Grade young man courteously and politely.

Asterion stared at him coldly, but still raised the goblet next to his throne towards the Goblin King and paid no further attention to the magical creature. If there was one thing that was said in the wizarding world, it was that you couldn't trust a goblin, a Dementor would be more reliable than these nefarious and greedy creatures.

Paying no more attention to anyone, Asterion looked at the Sephirot above them, the crystal was colorless and inside it could be seen strands of energies of different colors swimming like fish inside the crystal. It was very beautiful, but it contained a terrible danger capable of causing incalculable damage.

Despite the danger, Asterion almost couldn't suppress the greed inside him; it wasn't just him, Herpo was just as greedy. Although he didn't know the method of sublimating the Innate Technique, based on what he knew about magical energy, a large amount of magical energy could probably cause sublimation.

But Asterion wouldn't risk his life on something so crazy, he knew that if his body couldn't handle that colossal amount of magical energy, his body would simply explode like a balloon full of water. So even if he wanted the Sephirot, he had no use for the object.

Suddenly, Tinker Bell, between Asterion's hair spoke up, looking curiously at her surroundings. "Asty, there are many strong beings, the strongest have auras similar to the Four Matriarchs of the Four Seasons."

It was the first time in her life that she had seen so many different and extremely powerful beings, it left her shocked and at the same time, she yearned even more for the world outside the barrier.

She wanted to be the first fairy to leave the magical continent of Avalon to explore the world!

Looking at Asterion, Tink knew that he would help her as her friend, after all, as he himself said, friends help each other.

Asterion didn't know what the innocent little fairy was thinking, he forgot her question and focused entirely on the elderly man wearing a simple suit, walking slowly with a cane.

His silver eyes swept the entire audience for a moment, before focusing entirely on him.

Asterion could feel Grindelwald's gaze on him, the man exuded a cheerful, jovial aura. It seemed that with his plan about to be realized, he was more than happy.

Grindelwald nodded to Asterion and cleared his throat as he looked at everyone present. "Brothers and sisters, today we are gathered to celebrate a day I have long hoped to see."

"A pure world!!!"

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