Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After watching all this, the whole square was silent. The crowd stared at Beatrix in shock, the well-known beauty. But I found out where there are some peerless beauties.

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

He became a stereotyped guy, nearly 60 years old, wearing a turquoise robe and holding a crucifix. 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 tower tarot cards, she thought of a variety of possibilities, but she never expected that the development of the matter still exceeded expectations.

Everyone knows about the church hunting and killing wizards. But Pandora City, this extremely hidden city of wizards, didn't know when it was breached from the inside by the church, and they didn't even notice it.

"Finally I can't help it." Silby laughed wantonly with arms akimbo: "First borrowed beauty to seduce the lecherous Antonio V. After murdering him, he will use this city as a bait to hang down those who are hidden in the mountains and old forests. Powerful wizard among them.

Choose the best one among them and lure him into inventing the most powerful spell. Then use the wedding to gather all the hidden wizards in the Holy Roman Empire, and finally use the so-called strongest spell to kill them all. Is this your plan? Your Excellency! ? "

Silby was all over, but he did not have any mundane emotions such as guilt or shame. His emotions were soaring rapidly under the stimulation of dopamine. His soul is running wildly, his blood is roaring.

He speaks fiercely, 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 slowly walked down holding a scepter: "You have such ability and courage at such a young age. You really can't keep you."

Just after Gregory VII revealed his true face, the ordinary citizens and wizards finally recovered, and a melee broke out in the square, and Silby's deterrence against them was completely ineffective.

The guests trampled and fought 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 ashes of the wizards he hanged and burned could sprinkle a large circle around the Holy Roman Empire.

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

Slytherin's face was all incredible. He looked at the old man over half a hundred years old, thinking of his obsession with him before, his Adam's apple moved up and down, his face was blue and white, and he almost nauseated.

Gryffindor was in a cold sweat, but he was more optimistic than Slytherin. He slapped his thigh and drew his sword in excitement: "Fortunately, I didn't win in the end. It's disgusting. But this god-given opportunity, how can I Give up easily. If you get rid of him, the church will definitely be destroyed without attack."

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

Ravenclaw was going to be stunned by Gryffindor. She dragged Gryffindor by the arm and shouted to Slytherin: "Come on, help, and get this guy away."

However, Slytherin hadn't moved yet.

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

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

The table full of food and exquisite dinner plates disappeared and became the ruins of the square full of corpses and flames. On the ruins, even the marble was burnt in darkness. A helmet stained brown with blood, a broken spear, and the bones of a war horse. Stone mounds can be seen everywhere, indicating that people's burial grounds, scavengers did not let the dead people go. Among the overturned buildings, bright fabrics and shimmering metals can sometimes be seen. There were faces of men who were pecked by crows, and under the brown flesh, the outline of the skull was looming.

It turned out that the church had 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.

On a withered street, countless crusaders held heavy shields and formed a square formation, step by step toward the barrier created by Silby. Their footsteps were neat and uniform, and the ground they stepped on trembled slightly.

More crusaders poked their heads from the top of the ruined buildings, took out the crossbows hidden in their waists, and squeezed the trigger at the escaped citizens and wizards.

The arrow rain fell from the sky and landed on their heads.

Hundreds of citizens or wizards were shot into 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 spells, I can't do anything with you!?" Gregory VII shouted loudly, "For today, in order to eliminate your **** heretics, I have planned for more than ten years. How can you escape from here!"

"pagan!!"

Silby looked at the pope furiously under the rain of arrows: "If you can use the wand, it means that you are also a wizard and a member of the caster. You dare to call us heretics. You are cheating. yourself!"

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

The pope waved the cross scepter: "And you are just a group of selfish, despicable people hiding in the mountains. They treat mortals as monsters of livestock. With my hand, the sacred flame will eventually burn the evil ones. To ashes."

Accompanied by the voice, the pope raised his scepter and raised his hand.

The gloomy sky broke through a cross gap.

The blazing sun shone in from the cross gap and fell on Silby's body, causing his body to burn pale flames on the spot. Under the flames, Silby was quickly burnt to dryness and black, he raised his arms, his arms turned into bones, raised his thighs, his thighs turned into bones, 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 illusion..."

Silby, who was burned to bones, remained motionless, pale fire licked his body, and burned to a black skeleton, he said wildly: "I don't know where your power comes from, you can deceive my eyes! But I will never fall down twice in the same place!"

Accompanied by the ancient spells, the flames were covered with layers of protective shells like cicada pupae, and each layer was hardened with steel.

"I am a servant of God!" the pope yelled: "Die!"

The clouds were completely torn apart, and a touch of sacred gold was stained in the white sunlight. The wizards who were looking directly at the 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 light burned a black hole on the ground. Silby inside was also completely gone.

"Hahahaha!"

The pope laughed loudly. He looked at the black hole burned out on the ground in disgust, and put the cryptex that Silby had given him into his arms. Then, his attention was shifted to the wizard who came here to watch the wedding.

He waved his hand, as if slapped a fly to death, and said skillfully and indifferently: "Kill them, leave none."

As a result, the countless crusaders forming a square shouted in unison and raised their black shields. Then pierced the 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 spell-casting materials. A violent light and crazy shouts sounded from the square.

Gryffindor cut several spears with a single sword, and then raised his 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 broke apart the phalanx formed by the Crusaders.

Ravenclaw took a crystal ball out of 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, shouting and killing shook the sky. Most of them are the screams of the Crusaders.

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

As a result, the battle was immediately reversed, and the situation favorable to the wizard, the serpent summoned by Slytherin, and the mist summoned by Ravenclaw, all turned into illusory bubbles, and disappeared without a trace.

The almost miraculous scene made the Crusaders morale uplifted.

They shouted wildly, their eyes flushed, and they rushed up with their weapons bravely. Although wizards can fight one against ten, they can't stand the charge of life-initiated by fanatic believers who are not afraid of death.

Gregory halted the staff again, and the soldiers who charged were enlarged and turned into giants. They are so powerful that they can crush a house with one foot and a statue with one palm.

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

Under the sun.

Gregory laughed loudly. He had sharp eyes and resolutely said to himself: "The glory of the Lord is everywhere. As long as this city is destroyed and the other cities of wizards are destroyed, you will have no place to live. That's it."

As if to answer his self-talk.

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

He suddenly widened his eyes and turned his head abruptly.

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

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

Juli strikes.

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

In the blood rush, Silby wielded a deformed giant sword naked, his eyes shining with fanaticism and pleasure in the gap of blood.

Seeing the guy who appeared suddenly, the pope gritted his teeth and pointed his fingers on his forehead and shoulders without hesitation.

As a result, the space is distorted again.

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

Seeing all this, Silby sneered and said, "It's really yours to transform reality into illusion."

"You can't kill me!"

The pope growled, "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 your rationality and online.

After speaking, his figure shook, and suddenly Apparition appeared in front of the Pope, staring at him squarely.

A huge spiritual force field erupted like a mountain collapsed and the ground cracked.

Gregory VII was hit by an invisible mental force field, and his mind was shocked for a while, his face was pale, his orifices were bleeding, and his brain was in chaos.

He stepped and stepped back, unable to speak, only a trace of surviving reason told him. The spell is broken, the general situation is gone, and it is irresistible. Must leave as soon as possible.

He ran, and sprinted towards the white horse that Silby rode on the square.

He turned on his horse and galloped away.

Silby raised his hand and pointed, and the pope who was riding a horse suddenly fell out with the horse and the horse. The horse's legs were knotted, and Gregory's legs were also knotted. He lay on the ground immobile.

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

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

Silby walked down the steps naked, every muscle in his body was interpreting violent aesthetics, and he even disdains to put on clothes.

Gregory was dazzled by the violent sports mental shock. 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." The dazzling Gregory VII teeth trembled. : "Finally...someday, someone...will bring you endless...punishments."

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

Silby said indifferently. He raised his finger and pointed at the pope: "I will not kill you because it is meaningless. But everything is balanced. You deceived so many wizards with beautiful visions 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 and terrifying, even if you look at it, don't look away.

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

The transfiguration was 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 barrier, and said calmly, "Go back and tell your subordinates, within five years, I will lead the army to level the Catholic Church and sweep you out of this land."