Being fine was naturally impossible. Glenn now felt like bubble wrap that had been viciously squeezed by a giant hand—his entire body's muscles ached severely, his brain felt as if something had stirred through it, his internal magical power was in complete chaos, tangled together with the Obscurus that had been released to resist the anomaly.
In short, his condition was extremely poor. If Hermione weren't currently providing treatment and relief measures, he might not even be able to open his eyelids a crack, let alone speak a word.
He could only say it was fortunate that Hermione was by his side.
Warm droplets fell on his face. Even though Hermione had no intention of crying, tears still unconsciously dripped onto Glenn's face. Unfortunately, Glenn's arms couldn't move at the moment, so he had no way to wipe away the tears from the corner of the girl's eyes. He could only silently close his eyes and recover his mobility as quickly as possible.
So what exactly was that thing just now?
A warm sensation came faintly from his chest. Glenn knew that was the talisman his grandmother had given him, roughly serving a protective function. Glenn hadn't completely figured out its specific effects yet—he could only determine that this was a tool that could help the wearer resist mental attacks. From the current situation, the reason he hadn't suffered greater harm, or directly fallen into a coma from triggering the Obscurus within his body, was all thanks to this little gadget.
Grandmother really was amazing.
Without exaggeration, the encounter just now was the most dangerous situation Glenn had faced in this lifetime.
Unknown attack, unknown attack methods, unknown enemy. Floating above all this hidden information was only the trigger condition for this attack—which was making eye contact with the face that had manifested on the blood giant's head.
Why did such an attack wait until that particular moment to be released?
And what caused that suddenly intensified sense of crisis?
Glenn believed this must be the consequence of some new mutation occurring in the enemy they faced.
Thanks to his past life's work experience, Glenn's observation of minute details was extremely keen. In the moment he made eye contact with the blood giant's head that had fallen to the ground, Glenn could say with certainty that the aura faintly emanating from the face on that head was absolutely different from the previous soulless blood giant.
For Glenn, the difference between whether something had a soul or not was very obvious.
Having a soul meant having thoughts. The difference between different souls in terms of thinking was only in the quantity and complexity of thoughts. But once thoughts were produced, the performance of a "creature" could be completely distinguished from soulless objects.
Glenn dared to assert that the expression that appeared on the blood giant's head was absolutely an expression that only a creature with a soul could make.
So the problem returned to the starting point—what had happened to the blood giant?
Consciousness transfer?
Consciousness gestation and birth?
Or perhaps... a cuckoo taking over the magpie's nest?
Glenn's thoughts could now operate normally, and his habitual quick review of information related to problems when encountering them allowed him to successfully recall Yaolin's muttering to himself when he and Hermione were on their way to support Lin Yu:
"...But if the purpose of this guy's ritual arrangement wasn't to have the summoned existence help him do things, but rather to seize the powerful force possessed by that existence, then it would make sense!"
This magical world was vast and full of wonders. In the West, the god of magic Merlin indeed had traces of living in this world, and in the East, taking the Dragon Kingdom as an example, ancient texts in the library of North China Magical Arts School also recorded many great powers and ancient deities. According to current magical arts research, these figures who seemed legendary were actually people who truly existed in history, and many effective worship rituals could still receive responses from these figures.
So, since this world had these "existences" whose positions generally stood on the "correct" side from the public's perspective, there must also be "evil existences" with different or even completely opposite positions.
So these existences possessing great power, existences that could be worshipped by others as some kind of symbol—were they really so easily schemed against by humans?
Moreover, according to current clues, the evil sorcerer leader who attempted to fleece the "existence" he summoned through sacrifice—his method of fleecing and stealing power was even the blood sacrifice ritual itself.
To use a phrase Snape once said: "You dare use my own spells against me."
For example, if Glenn himself created a new spell and taught it to Draco, then the latter used this spell against Glenn during practical training, what would the young dragon's fate be?
...Well, setting aside the outcome, currently speaking, Draco's victory or defeat had nothing to do with what spells he could use. As long as Glenn didn't give up learning magic, the young dragon would never be able to achieve victory in duels against Glenn. But if Draco used spells created by Glenn during battle, he would only lose faster.
Spell inventors, including Glenn, without exception, would all set "backdoors" known only to themselves in the spells they created.
So would that existence summoned by the blood sacrifice ritual really be stupid enough to have its power seized by an evil sorcerer through the magical ritual it had created and passed down to later generations?
Now that he thought about it calmly, it was truly laughable.
The "unknown" often wouldn't deliberately hide itself—it was simply concealed behind the high wall called the "known."
Abandoning preconceived notions and rejecting self-imposed embellishments to known information might be the way to tear down the high wall of the "known" and glimpse that corner of the "unknown."
But ultimately, even such thinking was merely Glenn modifying "known" information, using the "known" to modify the "known." Whether the facts matched Glenn's thinking would require more direct evidence.
However, Glenn rather hoped things were as he thought.
Actually, he had just developed a small emotion called "refusing to accept defeat."
This "unknown existence" had successfully made Glenn eat humble pie with just one encounter. Naturally, the combative Glenn wouldn't let this slide.
Glenn's assassin career in his previous life had been relatively smooth in his view, though naturally it wouldn't always be smooth sailing. However, everything that blocked his path—whether people or objects—he had eliminated without exception.
And Glenn was prepared to carry this good habit from his previous life into this one. His motto was simply: those who block me shall die.
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