This spell was invented before Cyrus was resurrected.

It incorporates the powerful Fiery Curse, but also incorporates many other powerful and destructive fire spells!

Most importantly, this spell has the magical power to transform the destroyed people into Inferi.

Inferi…

Cyrus looked seriously at the enemies who kept resurrecting. If his flames burned them all, they would probably be transformed into corpses immediately.

Of course, if it was just an ordinary hot hell, it would be almost impossible to compete with the god of death for the ownership of these souls. But don't forget that the spell was invented by Cyrus a long time ago.

At that time, his strength was far inferior to Dumbledore's.

But now, he has magical powers beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, almost like a god! And, more importantly, he is now the master of death!

This is the authority of the God of Death, but it is also his power—

"But, in this case, you will..." Cyrus looked at Dumbledore hesitantly. Once the Hot Hell was cast, the souls of both Dumbledore and Grindelwald would be devoured by the flames and turned into Inferi.

This is a cruel torture for them.

Not only them, but for any soul, becoming an Inferi is a torture. It is like imprisoning a person in a stinking cage, with a terrible branding iron burning their skin every minute and every second.

"I do not think we are any better off as Inferi," said Dumbledore.

What he said was indeed true. Anyway, they were just puppets of the god of death now, and it would not be any worse after they became infernal corpses. More importantly, in Dumbledore's view, these dead souls, even if they sacrificed themselves, were also making contributions to the living.

It is still what he believes in: for the greater good!

So, Cyrus no longer hesitated, and pointed his wand downwards, drawing a circle on the ground to form a prison.

A blood-like flame ignited, setting the entire world on fire in an instant!

This flame in this world of death seemed to have encountered oil and became more fierce. The fire could almost be said to be rising against the wind, and it was very effective on those souls.

No soul could resist the attack of the flames. Once they touched the hellfire, they were immediately turned into clay statues and then scattered into ashes.

And when they walked out of the flames again, the flames had melted away the control of death over them.

Now, this flame has set the world on fire! All the dead souls bowed down before Cyrus, as if they were bowing to their gods! At this moment, the blood-like flames dispersed, leaving a path of fire in the endless sand dunes.

Death is finally here! Of course, He must show up. If he waits a little longer, this world of death might belong to Cyrus. Death first appeared on a distant sand dune. He was different from others. He was wearing an incomplete robe. His face could not be seen. He just stood there, as if everything was silent.

He waved his hand gently, and all the flames went out, and the souls of the dead disappeared.

In other words, they are back under the control of the god of death.

The Burning Hell had no way of controlling those souls in front of the God of Death, because all souls belonged to the true God! With just such a simple encounter, Cyrus clearly realized that he was no match for the God of Death.

He was able to stand before the God of Death because of the powerful power in the Deathly Hallows, which happened to come from the God of Death itself. It was the promise he had made to the three brothers that restricted him, so that even with his endless magic power, he could not defeat Cyrus head-on.

But now He had to show up.

"Cyrus, a soul from another world," said the Grim Reaper, wrapped in a robe, speaking from a distance of several sand dunes, but his voice seemed to ring in Cyrus's ears, "In all of history, you are the only one who has made me so embarrassed."

As the God of Death who has existed for who knows how long, He has certainly never been forced to this extent by a human.

Even in the legend of the three brothers, He succeeded in taking their souls.

"But you should understand that no matter what, you can never be my opponent." Death said this with great confidence. As a god, and possibly the only god, it was not unreasonable for Him to say this.

In this world, nothing can truly resist death.

Even the Philosopher's Stone and the Horcrux cannot allow wizards to completely avoid the end of death.

"Maybe," Cyrus said softly. He didn't seem to care much about the outcome of this battle. Instead, he asked, "Since you are so powerful, you probably wouldn't mind answering a few questions for me, right?"

Death held out his hand, motioning for Cyrus to continue.

He came to take Cyrus' life, but the two of them talked as if they were old friends who had known each other for many years.

Even the god of death lit a bonfire, crossed the hill, and sat with Cyrus, giving this human being the greatest respect.

"You desire the three great souls because this will allow you to break free from the shackles of this world, descend into the world of the living, and then take away everyone's life?" Cyrus asked.

This was what he and Dumbledore were most worried about.

But Death shook his head: "Why should I do this?"

“No life can escape death,” He said. “So all humans, animals, and plants will eventually end up in this world and die.”

Obviously, what the God of Death said was right. Even if He did nothing, those lives would return to His arms sooner or later.

"The only soul I desire is actually you," He looked at Cyrus, "a soul that does not belong to this world. If I don't use this method, then you may never die."

As for those immortal souls, they were merely weights added by the god of death in order to obtain Cyrus' soul.

But no one could have imagined that Cyrus could actually transform them into Inferi.

Now, the God of Death had no choice but to take action himself. The only thing he feared was the three Deathly Hallows in Cyrus' hands. But then again, getting the Deathly Hallows did not make him invincible.

He just felt troubled.

Death stopped talking and stood up from the campfire.

"Well, maybe you think holding the Deathly Hallows can help you escape death, but that's impossible," said Death.

"Perhaps you have never thought that I never intended to escape death?" Cyrus asked with a chuckle. At this time, he put down the old wand in his hand -

As soon as this magic wand with infinite power fell to the ground, it seemed to lose its magic immediately and turned into a dry branch.

Likewise, Cyrus removed the Resurrection Stone - which immediately turned back into a normal stone.

This action made the Grim Reaper very confused: "What are you doing? You may not be my opponent with the Deathly Hallows, but I can't defeat you head-on. You still have hope of escaping from this world, but now, you give up all hope with your own hands..."

"I'm trying to defeat you, not to escape you," Cyrus said softly.

He generously let down all his defenses and opened his arms, as if inviting death to take action.

But the Grim Reaper was stunned.

It’s not that He doesn’t want to kill Cyrus, but that He can’t do it.

As a god, he can be said to be omnipotent, but the only problem is that he cannot directly act on living people. Just like the three brothers in the story, the god of death can only lure them to death instead of taking their lives personally.

If Cyrus doesn't take the initiative to attack Him, then the God of Death can't do anything to him.

"You are very smart, Cyrus," said the God of Death. "You really make me helpless against you. But how long can you hold on? In this empty world, for a thousand years, ten thousand years... enduring loneliness forever, with no end. In my opinion, perhaps death will be a relief for you."

Compared to time, death is always lenient.

But Cyrus didn't have time to waste with Him - what's more, he didn't come to this world to make the God of Death helpless against him, but to destroy the God of Death! Death in this world naturally has its own laws, and it shouldn't be up to the God of Death to dictate.

After all, why does the Grim Reaper exist in a world without other gods?

Cyrus had a guess: "You are not a god at all, are you?" He said, "After countless lives died, their souls came into this world, and a large number of emotions gathered together, giving birth to your consciousness."

"From the beginning, there was no god of death in this world. There was only death itself. It was the souls and residual consciousness of the deceased that condensed into the god of death. You were supposed to be a product of death, but now you want to dominate the life and death of the living."

“…”

Death said nothing, because Cyrus was right.

There is no god in this world. He is the consciousness of countless dead people, born in death and trapped in death. But on the other hand, he is indeed no different from a god.

He is not a living being, but has infinite power, which can almost be said to be the sum of the power of all the deceased!

"Time, consciousness, death, prophecy or the future...these magics already exist in nature. They can be used but cannot be destroyed." said the God of Death.

Just like the Time Hall, the Time Hall was destroyed, but time still exists.

Death is also permanent.

"You can't fight me, and you can't destroy me."

"That may not be the case, Death." Cyrus said with a smile. After knowing the nature of Death's existence, Cyrus actually understood where his chances of winning lay. "You are one of the ancient magic powers that exist in nature itself. If I use the same magical power, I can destroy you."

"The same magical power? You mean those ancient magic powers?" Death seemed to have heard a joke. "Just like spells have different strengths, those ancient magic powers are not equal."

"Time, prophecy, and death have an unreachable magic that cannot be countered by the spells sealed in the Brain Hall and other rooms."

The ancient magic of Cyrus's naginata, thought the Grim Reaper, was nothing more than the magic of love.

In the sealed rooms of the Department of Mysteries, there is indeed the magic of love, which Lily Potter used to defeat Voldemort. But the power of that kind of emotion is acquired, and it only exists after the existence of living things.

And death is permanent—it means not just the death of life, but also the death of non-life.

It is the end of all things.

But Cyrus smiled and shook his head: "I don't mean consciousness or emotions, I mean the world."

"world?"

"There are twelve doors in the Department of Mysteries, and each of them is sealed with a powerful spell," said Cyrus.

Death obviously knew about the existence of the Department of Mysteries: "Not every door. At least not the one you go in."

"You think that's the door to go in, but it's also the door to leave. Just like the dilapidated archway leads to the world of the dead, it also leads to the world of the living." Cyrus said, "Behind the twelfth door there is also a powerful magic. It has existed since ancient times and contains the stars in the universe..."

The Grim Reaper finally changed his expression.

“…That’s the world.”

Cyrus stepped over the old wand that had turned into dead branches and leaves, and faced death head-on.

He had thought of this only a short time before, when he had arrived at the Department of Mysteries. Everyone who had seen the twelve black doors spinning before his eyes might have thought that only eleven of them contained mysterious magic.

But they forget that they are also the embodiment of miracles.

Wizards and this world full of magical power are a miracle among miracles! "The world is also magic. And it is powerful enough to destroy you." Cyrus said softly.

"But you don't have the power to control the world." Death panicked at first, but then he calmed down.

"How do you know I don't control the world?" Cyrus asked, "I have already changed the world. The seeds of magic will be planted in the hearts of everyone who believes in magic, and every bit of their magic power and every desire they have will become my power."

The rest is just a matter of time.

But in this world of death, time is the most illusory thing. It can be the past or the future...

As Cyrus spoke, the silver-gray sky seemed to be lit up by countless stars.

Those bright stars fell like streams of light, falling into his body, adorning the crown on his head, filling up the shining golden cup...

Cyrus picked up the sword of Gryffindor again.

This time, endless light emanated from the silver sword.

“This is the power of the world.”

(End of this chapter)