Just as Ian was pondering how big of a destiny Malfoy might have.
"Your Highness, we are ready."
Priest Laine led a procession of priests, all in robes with spells carved on their faces, walking over in neat rows. Among them, Ian saw priests dressed in four or five different colors of robes.
Among them was even the group of priests he had seen in that temple. The little girl Cassandra was also there, happily waving at Ian while the High Priest of that temple protected her in front of him.
"What's this setup?" Ian saw a lineup of hundreds of priests, which meant hundreds of wizards. He felt that this scale was enough to wage a wizard war in the future.
"I'm just an incarnation, not the entity. Now we're going to deal with a legend who has become an angel, so of course, we need to gather all the power we can."
"Apart from the Night Watchers, all the wizards in the city are here." The goddess in war armor rolled her eyes, thinking that this little wizard was completely oblivious to the weight of legends.
Of course.
It's not that Ian was underestimating.
He mainly thought that quantity couldn't make up for the difference in quality.
"I thought you were the main force, just going up and dealing with Helbo in one swift motion." Ian looked at a group of priests whose magical power levels roughly equated to when he hadn't even enrolled yet.
To be honest.
He began to feel uneasy.
"Of course, I'm the main force, but just the main tank. The crucial part to taking down Helbo depends on you guys. Can't you see my gear is a tank's gear?"
"Haven't you played Divine Fighting Chess? Don't you know my character is a tank?" With those words, the "Priestess" showed off her armor with a few spins.
And that giant sword that swooshed through the air.
"..."
The little wizard was left speechless. His gaze shifted to Cassandra, "Even if you're right, isn't it inappropriate to have a child join such a battle?"
Indeed.
Cassandra might be a gifted Prophet, but it was clear her own magic level wasn't high, and in a battle involving legendary wizards, she was scarcely cannon fodder.
Facing Ian's concerns.
"Don't underestimate her; she's the key to victory." The "Priestess" wielding the giant sword merely smiled lightly, then stepped forward to lead the group of bowing priests.
A team composed of wizards.
Mightily advancing towards Mount Vesuvius.
These priests all had their own means of flight, with a plethora of flying tools dazzling Ian, making him more determined to break the monopoly of flying brooms in the future.
"What about me? I can't use magic." Seeing the wizards fly away one by one, Riddle's eyes widened like saucers, looking helplessly at the little wizard beside him.
"Of course I'll take you."
Ian grabbed Riddle, then turned into a cloud of mist, soared into the sky, carrying the wobbling Riddle, heading towards Mount Vesuvius.
"This is a clever use of the Human Body Transformation Technique, isn't it?"
Riddle was very intrigued by Ian's flying technique, as he had yet to master the ability to turn himself into black mist, and felt Ian's magic resonated strongly with him.
"If you're lucky enough, you'll have a lifetime to ponder this question in Azkaban." As Ian landed, he dumped Riddle onto the ground.
Face down in the dirt, like a dog eating mud, Riddle wasn't angry, simply spat out a mouthful of inky black soil, silently got up, and gazed at the dilapidated temple he had not long left.
The night loomed like a dense ink, pressing heavily on the earth, shrouding all things in a desolate darkness. An ancient and eerie temple lay concealed within this impenetrable night, like a lurking giant beast, exuding a chilling aura.
The temple's silhouette was faintly visible in the dark, its old walls crawling with the scars of time, and occasionally, strands of oddly eerie green glows flickered through the temple's crevices, like ghostly fires, adding a fearsome feel to the silent scene.
It resembled an edifice that had emerged from the soil, not long risen, with much of the earth and a few plants still swaying in the gentle breeze among the temple's bricks and tiles.
"What are they doing?"
Ian approached the goddess who was gazing toward the temple.
Arriving a bit late, he only saw a group of priests, chanting and casting spells at the temple, releasing one magic after another to conjointly construct a magic shield.
"I can sense the evil spirits inside, so these priests are sealing off the space-time within the temple, thus preventing Helbo from escaping to other times or places."
"Dealing with a legendary wizard, this operation is absolutely necessary; you can never imagine how many trump cards legends have. I even heard of a legend named Merlin who tricked several deities like an eel." The mention of this made the goddess apprehensive, indicating she might have been one of those tricked.
"Helbo mentioned Merlin too, but if I remember correctly, shouldn't Merlin have been after your time?" As an all-round honor student, Riddle was well-versed in history.
He cautiously raised his doubt, puzzled and confused.