Chapter 378

The burning flames licked Pandora's Square and produced black smoke. The gorgeous and joyful wedding has long disappeared, leaving only fighting and wailing, just like the background of this wild and chaotic era.

The Crusaders dragged the howling Pope out of danger. Witches follow after them and release their magic. In pursuit of victory, they are more mad than mad dogs.

The Crusaders were hit by different kinds of magic, some died, some melted, some even turned into dust.

But they wrapped up the seriously injured Pope one after another, using their lives to buy time for the Pope's retreat. The witches have nothing to do with them for a moment.

Silby stood naked on the platform, motionless, watching them leave.

Gryffindor, who was covered in blood, rushed to Silby with his sword and yelled, "Hey, you just let him go!"

Sylby looked at him, speechless.

Gryffindor gas kick away the side of the barrel, will it into pieces: "you can kill him."

"Don't chase me. Get your people together. I have something important to announce," he said

Gryffindor felt ignored. Angrily, he reached for Silby's neck, but his arm was stopped by ronay Ravenclaw.

She grabbed the angry Gryffindor and whispered, "don't be impulsive. He's more than you think." Ravenclaw's voice was full of emotion: "a dead Pope is more valuable than a dead Pope who is alive but seriously injured. Because he was seriously injured, the church had to spend a lot of energy looking after him and healing him. As long as he lives one day, he can drag down the church one day. "

Gryffindor was startled and suddenly realized that there was more awe in his eyes. Then, at Silby's command, he tore off his robe, waved it in his hand, and yelled at the witches, "come here, our new king has something to say."

The witches stopped chasing. They saw Gryffindor waving a red cloak on the high platform.

So Slytherin came to Silby with a group of witches. Every one of them is seriously or lightly injured. In the chaos of the war, they were surrounded by the Crusades, almost no time for self-care, only a few people know how Pope Gregory VII was defeated.

For the naked madman standing on the high platform, they instinctively keep a hundred thousand points of vigilance, a wave is not even, a wave rises again, who knows what else this guy can poke.

With a wave of his hand, Silby flew a plain robe into his hands. He simply draped the robe over his body, barely blocking his privacy. Then, he said in a loud voice:

"for thousands of years, we witches have been adhering to the attitude of doing things in a low-key way, not attracting people's attention and studying magic. Mystery is our pronoun, concealment is our instinct. But today... "

his dignified eyes swept the audience:" the times have changed, and the idea of making a fortune with silence has long been inferior. Three hundred miles away from here, the crusaders of the church are searching for dissidents. Our kind is being cracked, hanged and burned.

The reason for all this comes from our dispersion, inaction, and the deep-rooted idea of avoiding war.

But facts have proved that war and conflict are unavoidable. It is everywhere. If the God in the church is real, then his only purpose is to create conflict. Under the conflict, we can only unite and defeat our opponents.

If even Muggles can unite and fight for one goal, why can't we? "

Take a deep breath, Silby said:

"if there is no objection, I will set up an alliance. The only purpose of the alliance is to remove anything that hinders the wizard's reproduction, survival and learning from the road, including the church, division and ignorance."

Crazy to incredible words from the young mouth, others look at him, only feel that the three view overturned, thunderbolt.

Three months ago, this guy defeated Gryffindor, entered Pandora palace and became king. That's all. Three months later, he left Pandora palace, and at his wedding, he exposed the conspiracy of the church and triggered a huge scuffle.

After the scuffle, he raved that he would form an alliance and defeat the church. If it wasn't for the scene of the queen becoming Pope that made them nervous, I'm afraid a lot of people would laugh at the moment.

"Do you have any objection?"

Sylby looked around and asked again.

No response.

After a while, just when Silby thought they all agreed with him, a thin old man came out of the crowd. He covered his injured shoulder and asked hoarsely, "you want to create an alliance. Who will be the leader of the alliance?"

The speaker is olead, the Druid wizard who lost to Gryffindor in the arena before. He is a member of Slytherin's camp.

"I'll do it, of course." Sylby picked up his arm. "What do you mean?"

"If you want to form an alliance, you also need to be the leader of the alliance, but how can we believe that you, Mao... A guy so young, can take us to clear the obstacles and defeat the huge things like the church.""If you're not blind, you should know. Who just defeated Gregory VII and rescued you Said sylbiland in a loud voice.

"With all due respect," said olead, "Gregory is just one of dozens of popes. Defeating him and destroying the church are two different things. As long as Muggles still believe in God, religion will not disappear."

"I know it's hard, but at least I'm doing it."

"And you didn't do it, so you have no choice but to believe me," said Silby

"How do you think we don't have anyone to do this? If it's not for this, why do we come to Pandora and marry the queen?"

"If you want to form an alliance, naturally you can, but the alliance must follow the most powerful person," he vowed. Otherwise, we will go astray, fall into traps and even meet death. "

Sylby laughed. "To sum up, you think the most powerful man should be the leader of the alliance, don't you?"

"Not bad."

"Do you think so?"

Sylby looked into the eyes of the other wizards below.

The wizard looked at him with uncertain eyes, but no one dared to speak. Until this time, the witches are still used to maintaining a moderate and low-key, unwilling to show their attitude.

Silby was not angry either. He nodded and said to olead, "well, since the idea is so deep-rooted that I will bring death, please defeat me, with your faith, defeat me."

He said so, olead obviously hesitated. Obviously, this young man had defeated Pope Gregory VII, and his strength was unfathomable.

But soon, a touch of greed appeared on his face, and he grinned, "that's what you said."

Then, the square suddenly chaps, and countless cracks make the ground shake violently. It's a root as thick as the tail of a dragon.

No wonder he chose this time to challenge sylby.

It turns out that as early as in the previous chaos, olead has unconsciously implanted his roots into the earth and absorbed the nutrients of countless dead people. At this moment, he was suddenly in trouble, seemingly reckless, but in fact, he calculated carefully.

In less than three seconds, Oread grew from a thin old man to a towering tree nearly 100 meters high. The red energy gurgled in his dragon like branches and distributed unparalleled power.

The faces of the witches changed greatly. Gryffindor pulled out his sword and yelled, "run, this guy has no good intentions."

Silby's face was expressionless. He ignored the towering tree growing out of thin air in the square. Instead, he said to the wizard under the tree:

"among the monkeys, the male monkey who can fight the most can only enjoy the power of mating, although he is the king. When it comes to finding food, most monkeys follow the older female

"Come on, see who's stronger!"

Olead's bulging face appeared from the tangled branches. With a ecstatic smile, he hit Silby like an ant.

"The female monkey has experience and knows where there is food," continued Silby. So she can lead others. In essence, she is a server. And the male monkey is nothing but fighting. "

"The throne is mine!"

O'laird cried eagerly.

Bang.

Accompanied by a not big not small crisp sound.

Sylby didn't move.

It turned out that Gryffindor, holding the goblin's sword, rushed to Silby, raised his sharp sword and stopped the long planned blow for Silby.

Under the extremely heavy power, the goblin's sword bends and creaks. Gryffindor kept falling until his knees sank to the ground.

He roared bitterly: "this guy is so powerful, who can help!"

O'laiad's huge eyes only have sylby, but sylby has no intention to move, even does not look at o'laiad.

He put his hand behind him. He didn't care about olead or Gryffindor. He just said to the wizard on the outside: "if there is anything that my short life has taught me. That is, system can't conquer death, knowledge can't conquer death, thinking can't conquer death, only new life can conquer death.

Although I am young, I represent the new life. I will lead you to overcome all death and serve you, just like the female monkey. If you want to, you can stay and help me. If you don't want to, you can leave. "

His words finally convinced the wizard.

Holding the goblin sword, Gryffindor trembled and gasped, "I'll take it. You're better than me."

Ravenclaw looked at the guy who didn't wear any clothes until now, sighed, walked up to him, stroked his chest and knelt down on one knee, "can I give you a suggestion?"

"What?""If you want to make a speech next time, you have to dress up before you make a speech. It's much more persuasive."

"I wrote it down."

Sylby buttoned up the broken robe.

Ravenclaw went up to sylby, drew out his wand and pointed at the giant tree man olead.

After Gryffindor and Ravenclaw chose to surrender, most of the witches came to Silby and showed their surrender to him. Then he took out his own weapon and pointed at olead.

In the crowd, Slytherin understood that the situation was over, and he totally underestimated this guy. Underestimated his talent, underestimated his ability, even underestimated his ambition.

Before that, the snake belly's meeting seemed to be separated. The oath of the master and servant was more like a joke, which drifted away with the wind. He knelt on one knee in silence and chose to surrender. Then, he stood in front of Oread, his dark green eyes turned yellow, which was the precursor of his snake gaze.

Olead was stunned, which was totally different from what he had imagined. He thought that the little boy would fight with him alone. But in fact, he didn't do it all the time.

On the contrary, with just a few words and a metaphor, he made all the witches his own opposites. Although he was arrogant, he was not arrogant enough to fight against so many people.

He made a choice.

He released all the corpses used to provide nutrients, and changed from a giant tree more than 100 meters high into the emaciated old man again. He fell down at Silby's feet and knelt down to kiss his muddy and bloody toes:

"I... I submit... I submit..."

Silby looked at him and did not speak.

He cut off his palm, turned his bloody palm into a red crown and handed it to Silby. "Forgive me... Forgive me... Your majesty."

Sylby was stunned, which was beyond his expectation.

He wanted to turn down the name of olead.

But he saw the gaze of witches from all directions.

The gaze fell on Silby, which made him gasp for breath. Under the gaze, he subconsciously put the blood crown on his head and reached out to touch the old head of Oread. "I forgive you for your innocence."

Thunderous applause, like the tide, flooded the city,

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"later... Later... You know... Belch...

DORO belched for a long time and said intoxicatedly:" after Pandora accepted all the Witches, more and more witches heard about Lord Spencer. The sorcerers who were tortured by the church joined us.

Soon, we formed an army of nearly 100000 witches. Under his leadership, we went all the way to wipe out the power of the church from the Mainland... Only in less than five years. "

The flame was burning in the dark room, and the candle on the table had reached the bottom, and the wax oil was dripping all over the table.

"Five years... Five years... Less than... Now, just one more day, we can... Win. Completely crush the Church... "

DORO's voice is getting lower and lower. After all, he can't bear the heavy load under the effect of a lot of alcohol. His huge body shakes up. Finally, he falls into countless empty wine bottles and falls asleep.

Chloe's silver head sneaked out of Hoffa's arms. After they fell asleep, she climbed onto Hoffa's shoulder and whispered, "it's too drinkable."

Hoffa looks at DORO and Tara as they fall to the ground, clenching their hands slightly. I have to say that he was bluffed by the past. Silby's life experience is even more weird than he, he married the Pope and turned his "wife" into a spider at his wedding.

He couldn't help thinking of the spider Pope he had seen before, and then of the silver code cylinder he had given himself.

Password barrel.

Hoffa took the code barrel out of his arms, looked at the letter locks on it, and thought that it was the token of his marriage.

However, what kind of code will that guy use?

From DORO's story, Hoffa only saw that Silby killed all sides and pretended to be forced everywhere. But he didn't notice anything about his real side, or... Anything he might use as a password.

He pushed dodoro, but dodoro had fallen into a severe coma, afraid of alcoholism.

Hoffa couldn't bear it, but he felt helpless for his compassion when he thought that he was actually an ancient man of 1000 years and had turned into smoke and dust in reality.

"Let's go." He stood up.

"Let's keep looking for clues." He said to Chloe.

After leaving the captain's room, endless snow was still falling in the black sky outside. From the beginning to the end, the scenery remained unchanged, as if it would never come to the polar night of the day.After saying goodbye to the witches on board, Hoffa went back to his boat and rowed across the fjord.

The cold sobered Hoffa, but the confusion still tormented him.

Because from his experience, Silby and the big four of Hogwarts will fall out in the future. Slytherin even cursed Silby, making him unable to use magic all his life, only to survive in a wheelchair.

But in DORO's story, Silby turns into a real king, unstoppable and unstoppable. If he really knocked down the church and made such a great contribution to the wizard, why did Slytherin curse him. What's more, the church has not been destroyed. Chloe's existence is the proof. What happened on the eve of the collapse of the church?

Aware of Hoffa's bewilderment, Chloe's spirit turned into an elf and comforted him: "don't think about it. When you find him, you'll find out."

"I know. I'm just worried. The more I don't know what he really thinks, the more terrible I feel." Hoffa said frankly.

The sound of the water is clattering.

After a moment of silence.

"If you are really worried, you should go out and go back to the real world and destroy my resurrection stone." "It's the safest thing to do," Chloe said

"What?" "What are you talking about?" he said

"My soul is your only weakness," Chloe said. "As long as I have the possibility to survive, your ability to time is not unique."

Hoffa: so you have to destroy your soul to make sure that no one else can use you to kill me

"Yes." "It's the most sensible thing to do in the current situation," Chloe said

"No way." Hoffa flatly refused and continued rowing: "when this happens, I will rebuild a body for you."

"I'm glad you think so, really."

Chloe said softly, "but the same thing can't happen a second time." She looked at the dark night sky and whispered, "sometimes what you want to do is a good thing, but if you really practice that good thing, what you do is a bad thing."