socalfunplaces Chapter 275, Section 274: Infinite Reincarnation
Chapter 275, Section 274: Infinite Reincarnation
Chapter 275, Section 274: Infinite Reincarnation
Deep in the forbidden forest.
The moonlight was fragmented by the distorted shadows of the trees, and the thick, inky night was shrouded in the stench of decaying leaves. Ian didn't need to worry about his flowing bald hair standing on end in the eerie wind; his eyes reflected the churning, chaotic mist within the bronze door. The door was half-open, like a greedy maw, ready to devour any living being that approached.
Suddenly, the mist inside the bronze gate surged and churned violently, and with a deafening roar, the familiar ancient dragon once again flapped its wings and flew out!
Its body blotted out the sky, giving Ian a strange sense of familiarity. The moment the dragon burst forth, the entire sky was obscured by its pitch-black wings.
"roar!!!"
Its amber vertical pupils burned with a hatred hotter than magma, and the flames flowing between its scales dyed the night sky crimson. This was perhaps why the dragon roars heard in other parts of the Forbidden Forest were becoming more and more terrifying—this dragon, which kept "reappearing," was becoming more and more enraged with each appearance.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
Ian was genuinely shocked.
He felt that things were so bizarre that he could hardly understand them.
The slain dragon disappeared.
A new dragon emerged from the bronze door? And it looked exactly the same. He couldn't help but suspect that the dragon he had killed twice and the dragon that emerged again might not be the same one.
Just as Ian was pondering this.
Without a word, the dragon unleashed a blinding white light from deep within its throat, then spewed out a breath powerful enough to melt steel! Flames swept in like a torrent, distorting the air and scorching the ground wherever they passed.
"Again?"
Ian sighed helplessly.
He raised his wand.
"Don't you ever learn your lesson?"
He didn't care how many times the dragon could respawn. The legendary wizard's mana regeneration speed far exceeded that of ordinary wizards. As long as it wasn't a high-intensity release of dozens of spells per second that lasted for a long time, the legendary wizard's mana would generally not be truly affected, and its activity could always be kept at its best.
This is what makes legendary wizards so terrifying: unless they are facing a high-intensity battle against a wizard of equal level, their magic power can be considered as infinite.
Wizards who reach this level are no longer mortals. This is not just a casual metaphor, but in the eyes of most wizards, legendary wizards are indeed no longer mortals.
The difference between them and ordinary wizards is like the difference between heaven and earth. In any literary work that mentions legendary wizards, they are portrayed as the strongest force that cannot be resisted.
of course.
When faced with the gods, most legendary wizards are clearly no match. However, in Ian's current era, most wizards are no longer even aware of the existence of legendary wizards, let alone the era of the gods. In fact, in this era, many pure-blood families no longer even believe that the gods ever existed.
"Whoosh whoosh~"
As the flames surged towards him like a tsunami, Ian neither dodged nor evaded. He still controlled the flames, and the raging dragon breath abruptly halted its advance on Ian in mid-air.
The familiar flames surged back. Seeing this, the dragon angrily lashed its tail, and three thousand-year-old oak trees crashed to the ground. The sparks from the falling trunks illuminated the cold glint in Ian's eyes.
"Let's die a complete death."
Ian added a few polymorph techniques to this attack, as well as—Fiendfire.
Instantly turning blue flames, it transformed into a roaring fire dragon, retaliating against the horrified dragon—because Ian already knew that he couldn't obtain materials from the dragon's corpse, and that the dragon would disappear as soon as it was killed, so he no longer needed to worry about leaving the dragon with a complete corpse.
In Ian's eyes, there was truly no need to hold back.
He couldn't collect even a drop of dragon blood. The dragon blood on the ground had already been "refreshed" back to its original state, leaving only the effects of Ian's magic.
"roar!"
The fiery dragon, transformed into a giant, roared terrifyingly. Its size was even larger than that of the ancient dragon, whose body was comparable to a hill. This caused the ancient dragon to try to retreat.
however.
Its ancient dragon body was simply too enormous, making it impossible for it to flap its wings and fly away or dodge. Even its retreating steps could not avoid the range of Fiery Blaze's attacks.
"roar--!"
The dragon roared in agony, its scales scorched by intense flames, and the air was thick with the smell of burning flesh—its unparalleled magic resistance was no match for the damage from the Fiery Blaze.
It only slowed down the rate at which the fierce fire devoured it.
Actually.
This was even more of a torment, causing far more suffering than those lives directly consumed by the flames. The dragon rolled frantically on the spot, but could not extinguish the flames on its body.
"Let me give you the same old experience again."
Ian really coveted the dragon's hide, but he knew he couldn't get such a prize. He sighed, waved his wand, and the fire crystal suddenly exploded, sending countless burning fragments flying towards the dragon like a swarm of bees.
It was still the integration of the Shadowless Storm.
As the sharp blade sliced through the dragon's scales, dark golden blood rained down, corroding the ground and creating hissing craters. The dragon, suffering double the pain, immediately began to struggle weaker and weaker.
Finally, its massive body crashed to the ground, shaking the earth. Ian felt no emotion; this time, he did not move, but simply stared at the dragon's corpse.
as predicted.
The dragon's body gradually became transparent under the moonlight, like grains of sand scattered by the wind, turning into thousands of points of light and dissipating into the surrounding air.
"Why."
Ian looked up at the valley ahead, where the eerie bronze door began to tremble violently again. He understood that perhaps the only way to end this endless battle was to destroy this strange door before him.
"I guess I have to destroy this thing. Shadowless Storm, break!" Ian's wand traced complex trajectories in the air, the air instantly distorted, and countless invisible blades formed a vortex, frantically cutting at the bronze door—however, amidst the shrill sound of metal colliding with magic, not even a scratch was left on the surface of the door.
Those dark brown rust marks still clung firmly to it.
The bronze gate stood firm and unmoving.
It was as if they were silently mocking Ian's futile efforts.
"I refuse to believe I can't deal with you!" Ian's wand erupted with a blinding green light, and the power of the Avada Kedavra plague surged forth like a tidal wave, filling the air with a nauseating stench. The power he called fel energy slammed into the bronze door, but failed to leave a single mark on it.
The bronze door was clearly not a special kind of life.
"Damn it." Ian frowned and unleashed his Fiery Blaze. The flames shot toward the bronze door like living things, scorching the ground with blackened grooves wherever they went.
Everything perished.
However, the moment the Fiery Blaze touched the bronze door, it was as if swallowed up, completely dissipating on the surface of the door, leaving only a few wisps of smoke rising. The supposedly indestructible Fiery Blaze not only failed to shake the bronze door, but even the magic power that maintained the spell was directly disintegrated.
Ian could clearly sense this.
"How is this possible?"
Ian's eyes flickered as he stared at the bronze door in astonishment.
As a master alchemist, Ian was familiar with almost all magical materials in the world, but he had never seen anything so hard. He was now considering packing up this bronze door and taking it back to study.
This is probably even better than dragon skin?
only.
How can I stop it? Ian looked at the bronze door that was operating without any hindrance and felt an unusual headache coming on. It was a rare moment when he felt that his knowledge was not quite enough.
And at that very moment.
The bronze door emitted a low hum.
The chaotic air currents stirred and flowed once more.
Here it comes.
It's here again.
It's still that colossal dragon that blots out the sky.
only.
This time, the dragon that charged out no longer breathed fire. Instead, it was wrapped in incredibly bright golden lightning and swooped down with the force of thunder, creating a sonic boom that made Ian's eardrums ache.
The target was Ian.
obviously.
This time, the dragon seemed to have learned its lesson. Instead of breathing fire, it launched a savage charge! Seeing this, Ian's eyes flashed intensely.
perhaps.
Things weren't as he thought. Dragons were supposed to constantly cycle and reset, and if it were a reset, their memories should have been erased. But this dragon seemed to remember every single memory.
Is it more like a constant resurrection?
Tom was ecstatic when he saw it?
Before Ian could figure it out, the ancient dragon's attack was already upon him—its mountain-like body tore through the air, creating a violent gust of wind as it rushed towards Ian!
Ian remained calm, spinning his wand in his palm.
"Come and experience the constraints of gravity."
He controlled the gravity of the ground.
then.
The dragon's momentum abruptly halted. To its horror, it found its body suddenly as light as a feather, uncontrollably floating high into the air, unable to swoop down towards Ian no matter what it did.
"roar!"
All they seem to be able to do is rage in vain.
"Get down."
Ian tapped his wand lightly.
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The gravity acting on the ancient dragon was amplified to an even greater degree. The dragon slammed into the ground like a cannonball, creating a massive crater with a deafening roar.
This wouldn't cause any serious injury to the dragon, but due to the continued presence of super gravity, it was unable to support its massive body again while lying in the crater, let alone fly into the sky.
"Let me give it a try."
Ian walked to the front of the giant pit and pointed his wand at the ancient dragon inside.
"Fel energy erupts!"
An endless expanse of green spread, covering and engulfing the ancient dragon. This was magic targeting life and soul, the most powerful advanced form of the Avada Kedavra curse.
"Soul annihilated!"
Even the patriarch of dark magic would have to call him "dark enough."
Under Ian's magic.
The dragon's body, corrupted by green fel energy, collapsed powerlessly once again.
"If the soul is destroyed, can it reappear?" Ian looked at the bronze door with a questioning gaze. The mist inside the bronze door continued to surge and swirl violently after a moment.
soon.
The dragon flew out of the bronze gate once again. It was still the same dragon, and its annihilated soul remained intact. The strangeness of it once again refreshed Ian's understanding, far exceeding the scope of what Ian was familiar with.
"roar!"
The dragon continued to roar.
but.
Unlike before.
It suddenly stopped the moment it rushed out of the bronze door.
The vertical pupils no longer held pure anger, but were mixed with fear and despair. This time, it didn't attack Ian, but instead flew out and frantically flapped its wings in the opposite direction.
Is this an escape?
They must have fled.
The sound of the ancient dragon's wings beating against the air was noticeably trembling.
It's obvious that he's really scared of Ian.
I can tell.
Even the most arrogant creatures feel a helpless fear before absolute power. Ian withdrew his gaze and looked at the bronze gate in the valley.
at this time.
Because the dragon flew out.
The bronze gate returned to calm.
"What is this?" Ian frowned, muttering to himself as he twirled his wand between his fingers. "A spatial rift? An illusionary barrier? Or a gate to resurrection?"
This is what happens when you don't have enough knowledge.
It can only rely on imagination.
"Could it be Steins;Gate?" Ian kept speculating in his mind. He didn't really understand why this dragon would be subjected to a cycle of death repeatedly. Yes, if it was a spacetime rift, why was the same dragon being released repeatedly? If it was an illusion, why did it feel so real?
He hesitated for a moment.
Ian still decided to approach the eerie bronze gate.
only.
Before he could even fly over...
"roar!!!!"
This was the sound of an ancient dragon. Before Ian could even begin to examine the eerie bronze gate, a heart-wrenching dragon roar suddenly echoed from the distant sky.
"Um?"
Ian turned around abruptly.
The pupils suddenly contracted.
He certainly saw a bizarre scene that sent chills down his spine, filled him with disbelief and inexplicable horror. There, the fleeing ancient dragon hovered in mid-air, struggling frantically.
It did indeed fly away.
but.
at this time.
It was as if they had flown to the edge of a barrier that was impossible to judge or see.
An invisible force bound it, and not only that, its scales were losing their luster at a visible speed, becoming gray and cracked, and its plump flesh was peeling off like dried sand.
Exposing the stark white bones.
next moment.
The jagged skeleton was then covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and finally crumbled into dust in the night wind. The whole process took only a few breaths, yet it seemed like a breathtaking acceleration of time.
This creature has a long lifespan.
It was as if an invisible hand had pressed the fast-forward button on my life.
A thousand years of decline passed in the blink of an eye.
Nothing fell.
Ian watched this scene with a chill running down his spine. When he looked at the bronze gate again, sure enough, the phantom of the unlucky ancient dragon was emerging from the chaotic mist.
It's about to fly out again.
But nobody knew what the point of it flying out was.
How to make an effort.
how to choose.
Ultimately, they could not escape death.
Infinite loop.
Infinite cycle of reincarnation.
"It must be related to fate..."
Ian flew to the bronze gate, but found no familiar elements—on the contrary, he saw runic symbols representing death on the bronze gate.
(End of this chapter)