Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

After reading all this, there is absolute silence in the entire square. The crowd stared at Beatrix in shock, the well-known beauty. But I found out where there are some peerless beauties.

The red face burned quietly on that person's body. The exquisite face disappeared, and the curvaceous figure disappeared.

He became a stereotyped guy, nearly sixty years old, wearing a turquoise robe and holding a cross scepter. Standing on the high platform, staring at Silby coldly.

Ravenclaw looked at the old man dumbfounded, feeling his brain trembling. When she saw the high tarot card, she thought of a variety of probabilities, but absolutely didn't expect, the development of the matter still exceeded expectations.

The church hunts and kills the wizard on a large scale, everyone knows. But Pandora City, this extremely hidden wizard city, did not know when it was breached from the inside by the church, and they were unaware of it.

"Finally I can't help it." Silby akimbo laughed heartily: "First borrow the beauty to seduce the lecherous Anthony V. After murdering him, he will use this city as bait. Hang up those powerful wizards hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.

Choose the best one among them, and lure him into inventing the most powerful spells. Then use the wedding to gather all those hidden in the Holy Roman Empire. The wizard, finally used the so-called strongest spells to kill them all. Is this your plan? Teach Sect Pavilion to go down!?"

Silby is naked, but he has no guilt or shame, etc. The emotions of ordinary people, his emotions are soaring rapidly under the stimulation of dopamine. His soul is running wildly, his blood is roaring.

His words are fierce, like Cicero, the ancient Roman debater who accused Octavian, impassioned.

"I have to say, you are the most dangerous guy I have ever seen." He held a scepter and walked slowly down: "You are so young with such ability and courage. I really keep you No."

Just after Gregory VII revealed his true face, ordinary citizens and wizards finally came back to his senses, and duel broke out in the square immediately, and Silby completely failed to deter them. .

The guests trampled on each other, they rushed to the outer cities desperately, some weeping, some staggering, some vomiting, and their pale faces were full of fear.

Gregory VII! !

According to legend, the bare ashes of his hanged and burned wizards can sprinkle a large circle around the Holy Roman Empire.

Ravenclaw pulled Gryffindor and Slytherin, loudly said: "Go, get out of this place of right and wrong."

Slytherin's face was unbelievable. He looked at the one who was over half a hundred years old. The old man, thinking of his obsession with him before, his Adam's apple moved up and down, his face turned blue and white, almost nauseous.

Gryffindor is in a cold sweat, but he is more optimistic than Slytherin. He slapped his thigh and drew his sword with excitement: "Fortunately, I didn't win in the end. It's disgusting. But this godsend opportunity, How can you give up easily? If you kill him, the church will definitely be destroyed without attack."

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

Ravenclaw will all be Gryffindor Feeling dizzy, she dragged Gryffindor's arm tightly and shouted to Slytherin: "Come on, help, and get this guy away."

However, Slytherin hasn't moved yet.

Gregory VII took the lead, and he raised his arm to draw the curtain. Afterwards, he tore down the curtains heavily.

Everything has disappeared. The originally gorgeous, bright, and spacious streets immediately became dilapidated, collapsed, and dark.

The table full of food and refined dinner plates disappeared and turned into the ruins of the square full of corpses and flames. Above the ruins, even the marble was burnt in darkness. Blood dyed brown helmet, broken lance, war horse bones. Stone mounds can be seen everywhere, showing people’s land of burial, and scavengers have not let the dead people go. Among the overturned buildings, bright fabrics and shimmering metals are sometimes visible. There were corrupt faces being pecked by crows, and under the brown flesh and blood, the outline of the skull was faintly discernible.

It turns out that the church has already infiltrated the city, and even slaughtered the city, but for some unknown reason. All traces of their actions have been obscured, even so beautifully obscured.

In a dying street, countless crusaders are holding heavy shields, forming a square formation, step by step towards the Formation created by Sylby. Their steps were neat and uniform, and the ground they stepped on trembled slightly.

More Crusaders poked their heads out from the top of the ruined buildings, took out the crossbows hidden at their waists, and drew the triggers at the escaped citizens and wizards.

A rain of arrows fell from the sky and landed on their heads.

Hundreds of citizens or wizards were shot as hedgehogs on the spot, and died immediately, while more were severely injured by sharp arrows, dragging their remains on the ground, unable to move, only crying.

"Do you think that without your spell, I can't do anything with you!?" Gregory VII shouted loudly: "For today, in order to eliminate your damn heretic, I am After more than ten years of planning, how can you escape from here!"

"heretic!!!"

Silby looked furiously under the arrow rain Pope: "If you can use wand, it means you are also a wizard, and you are also a member of use spell. You dare to call us heretic, you are deceiving yourself!"

"My Power is given by God, and my power is used to benefit mankind!"

The pope wields the cross scepter: "And you are just a group of selfish people hiding in the mountains. The despicable, the Demon who treats mortals as animals, with my hands, the sacred flame will eventually burn to ashes."

Along with the voice, the pope raised his scepter and lifted it. One finger.

The extreme sky of gloomy broke a cross gap.

The fiery sun shines in from the cross gap and falls on Silby's naked body, causing his body to burn with pale flames on the spot. Under the flames, Silby was quickly burnt dry and black. He raised his arms and his arms became bones. He raised his thighs and his thighs became bones. He straightened his chest and his chest was burned to bones.

"Do you think this can do anything to me...manipulate illusions, make them real, and then make reality become illusions..."

Silby, who was burned to bones, was completely motionless. The pale fire licked his body. He was burned to the black skeleton and said wildly: "I don't know where your power comes from. You can fool my eyes. ! But I will never fall down twice in the same place-8th layer butterfly cocoon!"

With the mysterious ancient spells, the flames are covered with layer after layer of protection like a cicada pupa. The shell and each layer are firmer and stronger.

"I am God's servant!" The pope yelled: "Die!"

The clouds were completely torn apart, and the white sunlight was stained with a touch of sacred golden . The wizards who were looking directly at the rays of light screamed with their eyes covered, blood and tears shed uncontrollably in their eyes.

The eight butterfly cocoons were burned to ashes layer by layer, and the dazzling cross rays of light burned a black hole on the ground. Silby inside was also completely gone.

"hahahaha!"

The pope laughed heartily up, he looked at the black hole burned out on the ground in disgust, and stuffed the cryptex that Silby gave him into his arms. Then, his attention shifted to the wizard who came here to watch the wedding.

He waved his hand, as if slapped a fly to death, skillfully and indifferently said: "Kill them, one does not stay."

So, there are countless squares formed The Crusaders shouted in unison and raised their black shields. Then pierce a ten-meter-long spear from the shield.

The wizard on the square was not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and immediately resisted. They each took out their own use spell materials. Violent rays of light and crazy shouts sounded from the square.

Gryffindor cut several long spears with a single sword, then lifted the wand with a wave, and the blasting curse exploded the entire front row of soldiers.

Slytherin controlled his super giant snake to swim in from outside the city. It knocked down countless buildings and smashed the phalanx formed by the Crusaders.

Ravenclaw took a crystal ball from his arms and threw it on the ground. The thick fog immediately covered the square.

The battle immediately turned in a direction favorable to the wizard.

In the mist, the cry of killing shook the sky. Most of them are the screams of the Crusaders.

Pope Gregory VII coldly smiled, resting the cross scepter heavily on the ground, and tearing his palm again like a curtain.

Therefore, the battle situation was reversed immediately, and the favorable situation for the wizard, the serpent from Slytherin summon, the fog that Ravenclaw called, all turned into illusory bubbles, and disappeared without a trace.

The scene near Divine Vestige boosted the morale of the Crusaders.

They shouted wildly, their eyes flushed, and fierce and unafraid of death rushed up with their weapons. Although the wizards can be one enemy to ten, they can't stand the charge of fierce and unafraid of death enthusiasts with their lives.

Gregory rested on his staff again, and the soldiers who charged were enlarged and turned into giants. They are strong as an ox, they can crush a house with one foot and a statue with one palm.

The wizards retreated steadily and were forced to a dead end by the Crusaders.

Under the sun.

Gregory laughed heartily up, his eyes are sharp and he muttered to himself with determination: "The glory of the Lord everywhere, as long as you destroy this city, and then destroy the other wizard cities, you will There is no place to stay at all."

As if to answer his self-talk.

"Such a single ability, delusion to dominate the world, wishful thinking." An unusually cold voice came from behind Gregory VII.

He widened his eyes suddenly and turned his head abruptly.

Silby, who was burned to ashes, appeared behind him again at some unknown time, and his head was almost on his shoulder.

He immediately took his wand to the ground, but it was a pity that it was too late.

Juli strikes.

Under the sun, the pope’s upper body was blown by the wind like a broken kite. Take off directly from his lower body.

Amidst the blood rush, Silby wielded a deformed giant sword naked, his eyes shining with fanatic and happy rays of light in the gap of blood.

Looking at the guy who appeared suddenly, the Pope gnashing teeth, without the slightest hesitation, pointed his finger on his forehead and shoulders.

So the space is distorted again.

Gregory VII, who was beheaded by Silby, gradually turned into a bubble in the air, disappeared without a trace.

Silby witnessed all this, said with a sneer: "Turn reality into illusion, but You're quite something."

"You can't kill me!"

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The pope roared, "God is with me."

A circle of white flames once again burned around Silby. He looked into the Pope’s eyes through the white flames, and said coldly: "I know you have a strong ability, but this ability requires you to be rational and online."

After that, his figure In a flash, Disapparation suddenly appeared in front of the pope, staring at him.

The huge spirit strength field erupts like mountains burst and ground split.

Gregory VII was hit by an invisible field of spirit strength, and his mind was shaken for a while, his face was deathly pale, his seven orifices bleed, and his brain was in chaos.

His footsteps deng deng deng stepped backwards, unable to speak, only a trace of surviving reason told him. The spell is broken, the general situation is gone, and there is no enemy. Must leave as soon as possible.

He ran with his legs, and rushed to the white horse that Silby rode on the square.

He turned on his horse and galloped away.

Silby raised his hand and pointed. The pope on his horse suddenly fell out with the horse and the horse. The horse's legs were knotted, and Gregory's legs were knotted. He was unable to move even a little bit lying on the ground.

His crusaders wanted to save him, but they were completely stopped by the Formation created by Silby.

"Can you turn reality into an illusion again, Gregory."

Silby walked down the steps naked, interpreting every muscle in his body Violent aesthetics, he even disdains to wear clothes.

The violent sports mental shock dazzled Gregory. He couldn't even see Silby's position. Everything was spinning and blurry. He can't even control his emotions.

"You...you killed........I, God...the emperor will not let go of your evil heretics." Dazzling grid Regorian VII's teeth trembled: "In the end... someday, someone will... bring you endless... punishment."

"It's a pity that it's not you."

Silby said indifferently. He raised his finger and pointed at the pope: "I won't kill you because it makes no sense. But everything Balance. You deceived so many wizards with beautiful illusions and made them kill each other. Now I will let you go back with an ugly appearance and face your believers."

"Uh!!!"

In the scream, Gregory's legs spread out. Two quarters, four quarters, eight deformed legs, and eight legs bent inward and turned black, growing thick black hair.

Then, his lower abdomen swelled, and it grew into a spindle-shaped grimace spider bulging, terrifying send cold shivers down one's spine, even if you look at it, you have to turn your head away.

Outside the Formation, the Crusaders dropped their helmets and armor, kneeling down and crying.

The transfiguration is over, and the pope watched himself wailing again and again. He wanted to change the status quo, but found that he couldn't concentrate at all, and his mind was chaotic.

Silby waved his hand to open the Formation, and said calmly, "Go back and tell your subordinates, within five years, I will lead the army, stepping down the bishop meeting, and sweeping you out of this land. "