newbobooks Chapter 302, Section 301: The Journey, the Homeland of the Titans
Chapter 302, Section 301: The Journey, the Homeland of the Titans
Chapter 302, Section 301: The Journey, the Homeland of the Titans
The sunlight was deep and intense.
The wind howled.
Above the ruins.
Ian, draped in his flight cloak, stood before the stone steps. He turned to look at the group of black-robed wizards, and everyone shrank back, except for Zeus, who stood at the very front with a cold expression, who did not retreat.
He's holding on.
His body clearly exhibited subconscious behavior, but he suppressed his conditioned reflexes. His authority as a leader forced him to be fearless in front of his people.
"I have to go now."
Ian spoke calmly.
"The journey ahead is not suitable for you."
His tone was filled with emotion.
"We didn't say we were going with you. We'd love for you to leave and never come back," Zeus said honestly, tapping the crystal ball at the top of his scepter with his fingers.
Perhaps these were Zeus's little actions to ease his inner emotions.
"..."
Ian didn't particularly like such honest people; he preferred the treatment he would receive at Hogwarts, where students who disliked him would feign reluctance.
Slytherin students may be bad, but they also know how to please Ian.
"You have a long road ahead of you, and the first thing you should learn is how to navigate the complexities of human relationships," Ian earnestly advised the ancient humans who had not yet become gods.
"After you leave, we will hide away, hoping you will never come back to us. Even if your heart is completely corrupted by the raven, we hope you will remember the help we gave you."
Zeus remained as honest as ever, sincerely expressing the shared aspirations of his entire race. He once again silenced Ian with a single sentence.
"Instead of saying nice things to me, you're trying to manipulate me?"
Ian was speechless.
After a moment of silence, he finally lost his temper.
"We truly hope you never return," Zeus continued, his voice low and tinged with prayer. "If you really are from the future, that would be wonderful."
After he finished speaking...
next to.
A beautiful woman then chimed in.
"Yes, that way you'll take the ravens back to your time and wreak havoc on the creatures of your era... That would be a great thing for us."
She is the future goddess queen.
She is now as honest as her husband.
"Didn't you ever think that even if I leave, this era will still have its own ravens?" Ian didn't know much about time.
However, he has seen quite a few related movies.
"Ravens are beings that transcend time; they will only exist in one time and space. If they perish in your era, they will remain there forever."
Zeus hadn't revealed all the information before, and his words made Ian frown slightly, feeling somewhat surprised, but he still pretended to be worried.
"If my trip leads to a solution to the Raven crisis, wouldn't that be a good thing for you too?" Ian wanted Zeus to reveal more information.
however.
"Perhaps."
Zeus, however, did not believe that Ian could solve the raven problem.
He was somewhat perfunctory.
"Good luck."
Zeus said in a low voice.
The tone was as if sending away a bomb that could explode at any moment. It was clearly an attempt to get Ian, this scourge, to leave quickly so he could lead his people to rebuild their homeland.
"Sigh~"
Ian could only turn and leave using his flight cloak. He took one last look at the infant goddess before disappearing into the sky.
The air fell silent again.
The wind whistled between the stone pillars.
It seemed as if it was whispering something.
Do you think he will succeed?
The future goddess asked her husband a question.
Zeus slowly put away his scepter.
"That has nothing to do with us."
His response was rather dismissive, and even now, he has shown the short-sightedness he inherited from the Titans, which may have foreshadowed the Ragnarok in the future.
of course.
This group of people today is still a long way from that era. They have witnessed the divine power Ian used, and now they have only found the direction to move forward.
That was extremely magnificent.
But it was destined to go in the wrong direction.
……
Ian flew for a long time using his flight cloak.
The seashell from Zeus in his hand always guided his way.
"Not displaying remaining distance, bad review."
Ian was also somewhat unaccustomed to using this ancient navigation system. He didn't know how long he would need to fly, and the flight cloak, made with somewhat outdated technology, wasn't very fast either—if the navigation was meant to take him to the other side of the earth, then who knew how long it would take him to fly.
"I still have to rely on my Animagus form."
Standing on the edge of the cliff, with a bottomless abyss below and an endless primeval forest in the distance.
Since he couldn't even imagine what his destination would look like, he couldn't use Apparition or Raven's teleportation ability to directly reach the Titans' homeland.
"It seems the only option is to fly there."
He closed his eyes.
Feel the power belonging to the raven within your body.
Black feathers sprouted from beneath his skin, and his arms stretched out, transforming into broad wings. His bones cracked slightly, his body twisted and shrank, and finally, a jet-black raven took flight.
Soaring towards the sky.
Night had fallen.
In the sky, countless stars twinkled, and the Milky Way tilted, like a flowing river of light stretching across the heavens. Ian transformed into a raven, gliding high in the sky, his wings fluttering lightly, breaking the silence.
He flew over rolling mountains, moonlight spilling onto the snow-white peaks, reflecting a cold and sacred glow. Ancient rivers meandered through the mountains, like the pulsating veins of the earth, reflecting the twinkling starlight. The forests were as black as ink, vast and boundless, the wind rustling through the treetops, creating waves of deep green.
Because ravens have no difference in nighttime and daytime vision.
A bird's-eye view.
This untouched world is breathtakingly beautiful. Dense fern forests, like a green ocean, surge in the wind. Towering ginkgo trees and giant redwoods rise from the ground, and ancient pterosaurs with wingspans exceeding ten meters weave through their canopies, their membranous wings gleaming bronze in the sunlight.
In the distance, a group of Triceratops were migrating, their heavy footsteps causing the earth to tremble slightly, and the cubs followed closely behind their mothers, uttering tender cries.
In the era when dinosaurs still ruled the land, ancient forests stretched to the horizon like green oceans. He saw a group of Brachiosaurus raising their heads to gnaw on towering ferns, the trunks of which were thick enough to be embraced by ten people; in the distance, in the swamp, several Giganotosaurus were fighting over the carcass of a recently dead sauropod dinosaur, blood and flesh flying everywhere.
The thunderous roar shook the leaves.
"Even among dinosaurs, there are magical dinosaurs?" Ian also discovered something rather strange. Flying across an open plain, he saw several Brontosaurus stretching their necks, nibbling at the leaves on the high branches. Their skin was covered with peculiar magical patterns, like some kind of ancient protective spell.
Not far from them, a massive Tyrannosaurus Rex lurked in the shadows, its golden vertical pupils fixed on its prey, a low growl emanating from its throat. Suddenly, a blazing pillar of fire erupted from the ground. This Tyrannosaurus Rex also possessed bloodlines, likely descended from those ancient dragons that enjoyed interbreeding.
"Tsk tsk."
Ian continued flying.
We saw even more amazing animals along the way.
Several griffin-like creatures nested on the cliff. A flock of silver-maned unicorns drank water by the lake; their horns were longer than those of later unicorns, their tips shimmering with starlight. In the swamp, a giant three-headed lizard swam slowly, each head spewing different elements—fire, ice, and poisonous mist.
It's not just animals that evolve and change.
The development of magical creatures also involves adjustments to their environment.
Living things can never defeat nature.
The only way is to adapt.
Ian even saw a group of small creatures that resembled Bowtruckles, but with transparent, butterfly-like wings on their backs, fluttering among the flowers and scattering fluorescent scales.
"A little elf?"
Ian moved closer.
The timid creatures immediately scattered and fled.
"Boring."
Without lingering, Ian continued soaring, his speed far exceeding that of any aircraft in later generations. Several hours later, the land disappeared, leaving only an endless blue sky before him.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, rushed towards him. Waves crashed against the rocks, splashing up white foam. The ocean was vast and breathtaking, its waves rolling and the spray as white as snow. As Ian glided, he used magic to sense the movements below—he knew this was no ordinary sea.
after all.
It was in ancient times.
Sure enough, not long after, as Ian descended and flew close to the sea surface, he soon spotted the apex predators of the ocean. Ian's shadow seemed to attract something; a shadow rose from the depths of the water, and a massive, thirty-meter-long Liopleurodon slowly emerged from the surface, carrying half a plesiosaur's remains in its mouth.
Its eyes were bloodshot and filled with murderous intent. Then, the sea surface burst open, and a Leviathan-class saber-toothed shark leaped out of the water, with some kind of glowing vine-like tentacles wrapped around its back.
The scenario of the mantis catching the prey, unaware of the oriole behind, unfolded in the sea.
A deep-sea hydra, its teeth wreathed in dark red magic, with a bite force strong enough to tear steel and even capable of briefly leaping out of the sea to devour low-flying pterosaurs, appeared in Ian's eyes.
"If Newt saw this, he'd probably faint from excitement." Ian was deeply moved by the biodiversity of ancient times, and he flew over the sea for more than an hour as he traveled.
Is the Earth bigger now than it will be in the future?
This was the question Ian couldn't answer during his flight. His speed was comparable to the fastest intercontinental ballistic missiles, yet an hour had passed and he still hadn't seen "the other side of the ocean."
Is this scientifically sound?
That's not scientific at all.
But it might be magical.
after all.
No one has ever stipulated that in a world with magic, the ancient Earth must be much the same as the world of later times.
"La la la la~"
Just then, a strange song came from the seabed—it was a kind of chanting, but he knew it was not a human voice.
Rather, it was a call from some deep-sea race.
"The Water Sprite Singer..." he murmured, "An existence mentioned in the original Harry Potter books, but it seems to be more ancient and closer to its original form here."
Just as Ian was about to speed away, a tiny bubble rose from the sea, followed by a half-fish, half-human figure covered in scales and wielding a bone fork.
Ancient sea people?
"Traveler, you do not belong here."
The siren spoke in ancient syllables.
Ian directly learned the language by stealing it.
Then I realized what the other person was talking about.
"I was just passing by."
Ian replied with the same syllables.
His tone was calm.
"I am searching for the homeland of the Titans."
His act of mind control went unnoticed by the other party, after all, magic in this era was still very primitive, and most races were not even very clear about the magic of other races.
"The homeland of the Titans?" The siren paused for a moment, then finally pointed in a direction: "Go towards Storm Island. But beware of what dwells within the storms."
"They appeared out of nowhere, and they are incredibly powerful."
This is like an NPC guiding Ian.
Ian nodded his thanks, flapped his wings, and flew away. Another hour of flight passed, and Ian was certain that the Earth was much larger; the long flight left him feeling exhausted.
"Let me rest for a bit."
Ian found a small island and landed on a flat reef. He reverted to human form, waved his wand, and a beam of silver light shot into the sea. A few seconds later, a giant fish over five meters long was pulled from the water by magical chains—it resembled a sailfish, but its head was covered with hard bony armor, and its fins had sharp, knife-like edges.
"Comparable to the sea kings I've seen in anime before, nutritious and healthy, high in protein, awesome!" Ian used magic to conjure a ball of orange-red flame, the flames extremely hot, yet they didn't burn the fish. He skewered the fish on a metal rack that appeared out of thin air and grilled it over the fire.
The fish quickly sizzled and released its oil, filling the air with a wonderful aroma.
"Magic is such a convenient thing."
Ian devoured the fish, its flesh tender and juicy, carrying the unique salty freshness of the ocean. After finishing his meal, he leaned against the rocks for a short rest, when he suddenly noticed a gaze upon him.
Turning my head, I saw a creature resembling a Qilin standing on the beach not far away—but it was pure white, with lightning crackling around its antlers, fire on its four hooves, and emerald green eyes.
"Qilin? No, it's more like the 'Bai Ze' from the Classic of Mountains and Seas." Ian was very surprised, but he didn't think it was too far-fetched, after all, Newt had also kept magical animals from Eastern legends.
This is the kind of world we live in.
"Hooray~"
The mythical beast stared at him warily, a low growl emanating from its throat. Ian stood up, his wand twirling between his fingers. "Don't be nervous, I'm just passing by."
The divine beast clearly didn't believe it, and suddenly took a step forward, with lightning gathering between its horns.
"Tsk, quite the temper."
Ian, not wanting to waste words, waved his wand, and invisible magical chains instantly bound the beast's limbs. It roared angrily, but could not move.
"I need some blood." Ian took out a crystal bottle, tapped his wand lightly, and a few drops of crystal-clear blood seeped from the beast's forelegs and flew into the bottle automatically.
"If we can't take them back, we'll use them to make spicy blood curd," Ian said, shaking the bottle. "It's just a few buckets, you shouldn't mind, right?"
Faced with such cryptic remarks, the divine beast, unable to comprehend them, still glared angrily. But Ian had already released his restraints, turned into a raven, and flapped his wings to fly into the sky.
Thanks!
Once again, Ian soared across the endless sea. In the distance, the sky gradually darkened, dark clouds rolled in, and lightning streaked through the clouds. The temperature of the seashell pendant rose higher and higher.
Ian's little black feet could feel everything clearly.
"That's it..."
At the eye of the storm, a lone island could be vaguely seen, surrounded by raging lightning and hurricane. Ian took a deep breath, accelerated sharply, and plunged headlong into the storm.
(End of this chapter)