Chapter 377

After watching all this, the whole square was silent. The crowd gazed at Beatrix, the famous beauty. But I found out that there was no such beauty there.

Beauty burns quietly on that person's body. The exquisite face disappeared, and the concave and convex figure disappeared.

He became a rigid, nearly sixty year old man in a turquoise robe and with a cross Scepter in his hand. Standing on the high platform, looking at Silby coldly.

Ravenclaw gaped at the old man and felt his brain shaking. When she saw the tall tarot card, she thought of a variety of possibilities, but she never thought that the development of things was beyond expectation.

The church hunts witches. Everyone knows. But Pandora, the most hidden city of witches, did not know when it was attacked from the inside by the church, and they did not know it.

"I can't help it at last." Sylby broke into laughter: "first, he used beauty to lure the lecherous Antonio V to murder him. Then, he used the city as a bait to hang the powerful witches hidden in the mountains and forests.

Choose the best one and lure him to invent the most powerful spell. Then gather all the hidden witches in the Holy Roman Empire at the wedding ceremony, and finally catch them with the so-called strongest spell. Is that your plan? Your holiness

Sylby was naked, but he didn't have any ordinary emotions like guilt or shame. His emotions were stimulated by dopamine and soared. His soul is running, his blood is roaring.

He was as vehement as Cicero, the Roman debater who criticized Octavian.

"I have to say, you're the most dangerous guy I've ever seen." He walked down slowly with a scepter in his hand: "you can't keep such ability and courage when you are so young."

Just after Gregory VII showed his true face, the ordinary citizens and the wizard finally came back to their senses. A scuffle broke out in the square immediately, and Silby's deterrence against them completely failed.

The guests trample on each other and fight for each other. They rush to the peripheral cities regardless of everything. Some cry, some falter, some vomit, and their pale faces are full of fear.

Gregory VII!!

It is said that the ashes of the wizard he hanged and burned could be scattered around the Holy Roman Empire.

Ravenclaw took Gryffindor and Slytherin and said in a loud voice, "go, get out of this land of right and wrong."

Slytherin's face was incredible. He looked at the old man who was over 50 years old. Thinking of his previous obsession with him, his Adam's apple stirred up and down, his face turned blue and white, almost nauseous.

Gryffindor was in a cold sweat, but he was more optimistic than Slytherin. He patted his thigh and pulled out his sword excitedly: "fortunately, I didn't win. It's disgusting. However, how can we give up this good opportunity? If we kill him, the church will certainly break through without attacking him. "

"Fool! Can't they choose another Pope? "

Ravenclaw was about to be stunned by Gryffindor. She tugged Gryffindor's arm and yelled to Slytherin, "come on, help, pull this guy away."

Still, Slytherin hasn't moved.

Gregory VII took the lead. He raised his arm and pulled the curtain. Then he tore down the curtain heavily.

Everything has disappeared, the original gorgeous, bright, spacious streets immediately become dilapidated, collapsed, dark.

The tables filled with food and exquisite plates disappeared into the ruins of the square filled with corpses and flames. Above the ruins, even the marble was burned black. A helmet stained brown with blood, a broken spear, the bones of a horse. Stone tombs can be seen everywhere, showing the burial place of people. Scavengers did not let the dead go. In the overturned buildings, sometimes bright cloth and flashing metal can be seen. There are rotten faces pecked by crows. Under the brown flesh, the outline of skull looms.

It turns out that the church has infiltrated and even slaughtered the city for some reason. All traces of their actions have been covered, and even so beautiful.

In a withered street, countless Crusaders, holding heavy shields, formed a square array, and gradually forced to the border created by Silby. Their steps were uniform, and the ground trembled slightly.

More Crusaders poked their heads out of the top of the dilapidated buildings, took out the crossbows hidden in their waists, and pulled the trigger at the fleeing citizens and witches.

The rain of arrows, like the tide, came down from the sky and fell on their heads.

Hundreds of citizens or witches were shot into hedgehogs on the spot and died immediately. More of them were stabbed into serious injuries by sharp arrows, dragging their bodies on the ground and unable to move, only crying.

"Do you think that without your magic, I can't help you?" Gregory VII cried out: "for today, in order to eliminate your group of damned heretics, I have been planning for more than ten years. How can I let you escape from here?"

"Heretics!"

Against the arrow rain, Silby looked at the Pope angrily: "if you can use the wand, it means that you are also a wizard, and you are also a member of the caster. You dare to call us heretics. You are deceiving yourself"My strength is God's gift, and my ability is for the benefit of mankind!"

The Pope waved the cross Scepter: "and you are just a group of selfish despicable people hiding in the mountains, who regard mortals as demons of animals. By my hand, the sacred flame will eventually burn the evil ones to ashes."

As he spoke, the Pope raised his scepter and raised his hand.

The gloomy sky broke a cross.

The fiery sunlight came in through the gap of the cross and fell on Silby's naked body, making his body burn pale on the spot. Under the fire, Silby quickly burned to black. He raised his arm. His arm became bone. He raised his thigh. His thigh became bone. He raised his chest. His chest was burned to bone.

"Do you think this can do anything to me..... Control the illusions, let them become real, and then let the real become illusions..."

searby, who was burned to bone, didn't move, and the pale fire licked his body, while he was burned to black skeleton, said wildly: "I don't know where your ability came from, but you can deceive my eyes! But I will never fall twice in the same place - eight butterfly cocoons

With the mysterious and ancient mantra, the flame is covered with layers of protective shell like cicada pupae, and each layer is stronger than steel.

"I am the servant of God!" The Pope roared, "die!"

The clouds were completely torn apart, and the white sun was stained with a touch of sacred gold. The wizard who looked at the light one after another covered his eyes and screamed. His eyes couldn't stop shedding blood and tears.

The eight cocoons were burned to ashes layer by layer, and the dazzling cross light burned a black hole on the ground. There's no sign of sylby inside.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The Pope laughed. He looked at the black hole burning on the ground with disgust, put the code barrel that Silby gave him into his arms, and then turned his attention to the wizard who came here to watch the wedding.

He waved, as if killed a fly, skilled and indifferent said: "kill them, one does not stay."

So, the countless Crusaders who formed the square array drank in unison and raised the black shield. Then the 10 meter long spear was thrust out of the shield.

The wizard in the square was not a lamb to be slaughtered. He immediately resisted. They each produced their own casting materials. Intense light and crazy cry from the square.

Gryffindor cut off several long guns with one sword, raised his magic wand, and the burst curse exploded the front row of soldiers.

Slytherin controlled his super snake to swim in from outside the city. It knocked down countless buildings and scattered the square of crusaders.

Ravenclaw took out a crystal ball from his arms and fell to the ground. The dense fog immediately covered the square.

The situation immediately turned to the advantage of the wizard.

In the fog, the cry of killing was loud. Mostly crusaders.

Pope Gregory VII, with a cold smile, slammed the scepter heavily on the ground and tore it like a curtain again.

As a result, the war situation immediately reversed, which was beneficial to the wizard. The snake called by Slytherin and the fog called by Ravenclaw all turned into illusory bubbles and disappeared without sound or trace.

The almost miraculous scene boosted the morale of the Crusaders.

They yelled wildly, their eyes turned red, and rushed up bravely with weapons. Although witches can fight ten with one, they can't stand the charge launched by the fierce and fearless fanatics with their lives.

Gregory once again put on his staff, and the soldiers in charge enlarged their bodies one by one and became giants. They are so powerful that they can collapse houses with one foot and push down statues with one palm.

The witches retreated and were driven to a dead end by the Crusaders.

Under the sun.

Gregory burst out laughing. He had a sharp look in his eyes and said to himself firmly: "the glory of the Lord is everywhere. As long as you destroy this city and other wizard cities, you will have no shelter at all."

It's like answering his own words.

"Such a single ability, delusion to dominate the world, delusion." A cold voice came from behind Gregory VII.

He suddenly widened his eyes and turned his head abruptly.

The burnt Silby appeared behind him again, and his head was almost on his shoulder.

He immediately put the staff to the ground, but it was too late.

It's coming.

In the sun, the Pope's upper body was blown like a broken kite. Take off straight from his lower body.

In the whirlwind of blood, Silby was waving a deformed sword naked, and his eyes were shining with a fanatical and happy light in the gap between the blood.

Looking at the guy who suddenly appeared, the Pope gritted his teeth and without hesitation pointed his finger to his forehead and shoulders.

As a result, space is distorted again.

Gregory VII, who was beheaded by Silby, gradually disappeared in the air.Seeing all this, Silby sneered, "it's really up to you to turn reality into illusion."

"You can't kill me!"

The Pope growled, "God is with me."

A circle of white flames was burning around Silby again. He looked into the Pope's eyes through the white flame and said coldly, "I know you have great ability, but this ability needs your reason."

With that, he was in a flash, and suddenly the phantom appeared in front of the Pope, looking at him eye to eye.

The huge mental field broke out like a landslide.

Gregory VII was hit by the invisible mental field, his mind was shocked, his face was pale, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his brain was in chaos.

He stepped back, speechless, leaving only a trace of reason to tell him. The magic is broken, and the situation is gone. We have to leave as soon as possible.

He ran and raced to the white horse on which Silby rode to the square.

He got on his horse and galloped away.

When Silby raised his hand, the Pope, who was driving the horse, suddenly threw out the man with the horse. The leg of the horse was knotted, and Gregory's leg was also knotted. He couldn't move and lay on the ground.

His Crusaders wanted to save him, but they were completely stopped by the border made by Silby.

"Can we make reality a mirage again, Gregory?"

Sylby walked down the steps naked. Every muscle of his body was interpreting the aesthetics of violence. He even disdained to wear clothes.

Intense exercise and mental shock dazzled Gregory. He couldn't even see the position of Silby clearly. Everything was spinning and blurring. He can't even control his emotions.

"You... You killed... Me, God... The emperor will not let you evil heretics go." The dazzling Gregory VII's teeth trembled: "eventually... One day, someone will... Bring you endless... Punishment."

"But it's not you."

Silby said indifferently. He raised his finger and pointed to the Pope: "I won't kill you because it's meaningless. But everything is in balance. You deceive so many witches with the illusion of beauty and make them kill each other. Now I'll let you go back with an ugly appearance and face your believers. "

"Er, ah!"

In the scream, Gregory's legs diverged. Four in two, eight in four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of four, eight out of.

Then, his belly swelled up and grew into a spindle shaped face. The spider's belly bulged. It was so ferocious that it was creepy. Even at a glance, he didn't look over his head.

Outside the border, the Crusaders threw away their armor and knelt down in tears.

When transfiguration is over, the Pope looks at himself and wails. He wanted to change the status quo, but found that his attention could not be focused at all, and his brain was in chaos.

"Go back and tell your men that in five years, I will lead the army to level down the Catholic Church and sweep you out of this land," he said calmly