Slytherin's morale plummeted to rock bottom when they saw Oleiard's defeat. Gryffindor was indeed worthy of his reputation. In less than ten moves, Gryffindor had defeated one of their strongest champions.
They focused their attention on Slytherin, who was wearing a green robe. Their king had already made his move, but their king was still sitting on the high platform.
In the face of such power, most people would probably be reduced to cannon fodder. Now, they could only hope that this wizard, who was as famous as Gryffindor, could create a miracle.
However, Slytherin was not moved at all. He said coldly, "Bamon, Daniel, Clemens, you three take turns. Wear him down a bit."
The three wizards who were called out by Slytherin felt their legs go weak. They looked at Slytherin in fear. "We … we're probably not his match."
"As long as you can wear him down, I won't forget your contributions. That's what we agreed on," Slytherin said calmly.
"But what if … what if we die?"
One of the wizards called out hesitantly said, "If we die, it doesn't matter how many contributions we have."
"If you lose, as long as you take out your red invitation letter and admit defeat, he won't kill you." Slytherin looked at Gryffindor and said confidently, "He's too confident. He's not the type to kill indiscriminately."
After hearing Slytherin's words and recalling Gryffindor's past achievements, the three wizards who were called out by Slytherin heaved a sigh of relief and walked down from the arena one after another.
However, in less than five minutes, the three contestants from Slytherin's side were completely defeated. None of them could last more than twenty moves against Gryffindor.
Slytherin was also very persistent. No matter how many people lost, he was reluctant to send people into the arena to wear down Gryffindor's stamina.
Gryffindor, on the other hand, was like a tireless machine. He was full of energy from the beginning to the end. Even after a dozen rounds, his breathing was not disturbed.
Just as Slytherin had said, as long as they surrendered and handed over their red invitation letters, he would not kill them. In fact, he had not killed a single person since the beginning of the battle. He had only attacked once.
This made Silby sigh at Slytherin's strength, and at the same time, respect for him. If it could be said that Oleyard had relied on his roots to absorb nutrients from the dead to satisfy his fighting needs, then this guy was relying purely on his own strength to stand in the ring.
Moreover, this man had a noble temperament. He was powerful yet tolerant. Perhaps he would really be an excellent king.
But …
Silby could not help but look at Queen Pandora, who was sitting in the carriage. Ever since the start of the duel, she had not made any sound, nor did she express any opinion. Her eyes were calm, as if everything that happened in the arena had nothing to do with her.
What was going on?
Silby frowned. Anyone could see that Gryffindor had the demeanor of a true king. Why was she so indifferent?
Didn't she choose to start this competition to select the most outstanding king?
Curiosity boiled in Silby's heart. His innate desire to get to the bottom of things tortured him. He desperately wanted to know what was going on in this woman's mind.
Finally, after the last person sent by Slytherin had been defeated. Godric Gryffindor's red invitation letters had piled up into a small mountain.
On Gryffindor's red platform, the atmosphere was as lively as a tidal wave. Godric Gryffindor had defeated more than a dozen opponents in a row. No matter what, he had used up a lot of energy. Slytherin had been biding his time, so he had the advantage in terms of stamina and mana.
However, the spirit brought about by his consecutive victories was real. While Slytherin's side was wailing, Gryffindor's people were waving their flags and beating their drums.
The last person on the platform left with his tail between his legs. Gryffindor put away his sword gracefully. He looked at Slytherin calmly and asked, "When do you plan to make your move?"
Slytherin did not move.
He looked at the platform like an old monk in meditation. He did not even blink.
"Hey, Old Snake. Are you going to let your allies risk their lives?"
Someone on Gryffindor's side laughed.
"Where did you recruit this motley crew? I'm afraid he sold all the snakes in his house. "
They mocked Gryffindor's side.
Slytherin did not move. It was as if he had been petrified.
"Hey, Salazar. Watch me!"
At this moment, a person on Gryffindor's side jumped up and twisted his waist on the platform. He wriggled his hands above his head, pretending to be a snake. He even made some vague noises.
His performance won the applause of Gryffindor's side. Even the Pandora's palace guards were laughing under their armor.
However, Salazar Slytherin did not move.
Wait. Is he really not moving?
Silby stood behind Slytherin. His sharp senses allowed him to sense that something was amiss. A gust of wind blew past. Slytherin's body on the platform swayed slightly. It was not his clothes that were fluttering in the wind, but his body that was swaying left and right. It was as if his body had suddenly become weightless and had become an empty shell.
This …
Silby's eyes widened.
Whoosh!
The wind suddenly became stronger. Slytherin's body on the platform swayed violently. Then, he fell to the ground and rolled twice.
"Oh …"
On Gryffindor's platform, Zizi, the wizard, took a step back. He exclaimed. The Magus who had pretended to be a snake was shocked and stopped moving.
Inside the arena.
Gryffindor's eyes widened. Snakeskin!
He raised the fairy's sword and swung it in a full circle, slashing around his body.
Whoosh. His sword missed.
Crack!
Along with the sound of the ground breaking.
A man suddenly jumped out from the ground. He stretched out his hand, and in his palm was a large green snake.
His green robe was tight to his iron body, and it shone like the scales of a snake. His neck was like a king cobra's, with its skin stretched out in an exaggerated arc.
It was Slytherin. He had used the Snakeskin spell and left an empty shell on the platform, while he drilled into the ground and waited for an opportunity to strike.
In the blink of an eye, the green snake in Slytherin's palm bit Gryffindor's neck. There was no way he could dodge.
At this moment, all the wizards, including Silby, felt their hearts beat violently. It was as if they were walking in the dark and bumped into a ghost.
Godric Gryffindor was caught off guard by this long-planned attack. His throat was bitten by the green snake, and blood spurted out.
Gryffindor reacted quickly. Without hesitation, he raised his sword and drew an arc in the air.
Crack!
He chopped off the snake's head with a single slash and sliced off the hair in front of his forehead.
In the blink of an eye, he frantically retreated, holding his neck. He tore off the snake's head and threw it on the ground.
Even so, the venom in the snake's head made his face turn green, and the blood vessels on his neck turned purple.
He clutched his neck and coughed violently. His chest heaved up and down violently. Between his fingers, drop after drop of blood seeped out.
This was the first time Godric Gryffindor had been injured in more than ten matches. Slytherin's first attack had dealt a heavy blow to this man.
"Hmph hmph hmph hmph …"
Slytherin, who was dressed in a green robe, slowly walked out from the broken ground with a cold smile on his face.
The spectator's stand was silent.
Then, a commotion broke out.
All the wizards in Gryffindor's camp leaned on the high platform and shouted in fear, "Godric! Godric, are you alright?! "
"Godric, pull yourself together!"
Slytherin coldly shook off the blood on his fingers and turned his head to look at the crowd.
The shouts from the spectator stands immediately quieted down, becoming absolutely silent once more.
Then, Slytherin pointed at the man who was twisting his waist like a clown pretending to be a snake. He gave him a look that said 'you're dead meat'.
The man immediately collapsed on the ground. He was so frightened by that look that he peed and pooped in his pants.
What a guy.
Silby thought with lingering fear. He had thought highly of Slytherin before, but now, he felt that Slytherin was even more dangerous to him.
"You're really strong."
A hoarse voice like a broken gong came from the arena.
Godric Gryffindor slowly stood up from the ground. At this time, his neck had already been dyed a greenish-black by the snake's venom. It looked extremely terrifying, but a row of golden runes appeared around his neck, preventing the venom from spreading. This made Gryffindor look like he was wearing a purple scarf.
He stretched his neck and picked up the Fairy Sword from the ground. He laughed hoarsely, "Salazar, you're still as unscrupulous as ever."
"Unscrupulous?"
Salazar Slytherin sneered, "You're not dead yet."
"There's still a tradition in a wizard's duel, Salazar."
The poisoned Gryffindor slowly bent down and raised the Fairy Sword above his head. Under the sunlight, the sword emitted a raging flame.
Then, he put away the sword and placed it between his eyebrows. His aura rose crazily, far stronger than ever before.
"What's the use of tradition? I just want to win, Gryffindor."
Slytherin sneered and hissed.
"I want to win with dignity."
Gryffindor said.
He had disappeared.
Did he disappear?
Silby's eyes moved crazily, scanning the arena like a radar.
No, it was too fast for his eyes to follow.
Slytherin didn't even think. He opened the cobra-like protective cover around his neck and formed a shield around his body.
Clang!
There was a loud sound.
Gryffindor slashed the cobra's back. The black and red scales blocked Gryffindor's sword.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Although the scales blocked the sharp sword, the huge force forced Slytherin to retreat.
Gryffindor didn't give up. He was even more like an angry lion than before he was poisoned.
His attacks were dazzling. Sparks flew everywhere, and Slytherin's Snake Bone Shield was shattered in an instant.
Crack!
There was a final heavy blow.
Slytherin's Snake Bone Shield shattered into scales.
But at that moment.
Salazar Slytherin's eyes widened.
"Die!"
At this moment, his dark green eyes that were like will-o '-the-wisps had turned into a demonic orange-yellow color. Within those dark vertical pupils, there was a demonic glow that could attract a person's soul.
As soon as he said the word 'die'.
Gryffindor retreated crazily. He closed his eyes as he retreated. He shouted crazily, "Close your eyes, don't look at him!"
But it was still too late.
At that moment, anyone who looked directly into Salazar Slytherin's yellow vertical pupils, no matter if it was a guard, a wizard, or a maid, all fell down, bleeding from their seven orifices and dying instantly.
Those who didn't turn their heads in time were instantly petrified and turned into stone.
In just a second, most of the people in the fan-shaped area in front of Slythrin fell down, almost all of them exterminated.
The few who were still standing had their eyes closed, and their legs were trembling. The Scimitar of the Grim Reaper almost brushed past their heads.
At that moment, even Queen Pandora closed her eyes.
The bald herald who had been smiling all this time finally stopped. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his hand trembled as he took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
Silby's back was facing Slytherin, so he wasn't affected much.
But Silby also closed his eyes, and his heart was beating fast.
On the one hand, he was scared. What kind of magic was this? What kind of magic was this? If Salazar Slytherin had used this magic on him, he would have been a corpse by now.
After a terrifying stare, Salazar Slytherin slowly closed his eyes. Red blood flowed out from the corners of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, they had returned to their original green color.
However, no one saw this scene because no one dared to open their eyes again, whether it was the spectator stands or the arena.
Gryffindor's eyes were tightly shut. He gritted his teeth and asked with a trembling voice, "Eyes of the Basilisk, Stare of the Banshee. Where did you get this strange bloodline?"
"You're not the only one who has ancient magic."
Slytherin touched the vertical scar on his face and said coldly, "I've remembered the gift you gave me in the past three years."
"Hahaha."
Gryffindor closed his eyes and laughed. He swallowed his saliva and said, "But you're not a Basilisk."
He closed his eyes and slowly circled Slytherin with his sword in hand. "Using a bloodline that doesn't belong to you must be a great burden on your body."
"That's just your speculation," Slytherin said with a smile. "If you really think so, why don't you open your eyes and confirm it yourself?"
"Oh, Salazar."
Gryffindor laughed. "Who told you that I need to use my eyes to fight?"
After saying that, Gryffindor stomped on the ground, and the entire ground started burning. In the midst of the flames, Gryffindor took out a silver magic wand and pointed at it. "Twelve Pillars of Monroe!"
Boom boom boom!
Twelve ancient stone pillars were erected in the arena.
The pillars were old and majestic, and on top of each pillar stood a god with a strange appearance. Some looked angry, some looked kind, some looked arrogant, and some looked troubled …
Slytherin's expression changed when he saw the twelve pillars.
"Fire."
Gryffindor closed his eyes and pointed at the pillars.
The golden runes on his arm emitted a dazzling light.
The twelve ancient gods opened their mouths and spat out flames. The flames that were everywhere turned the arena into a sea of fire, but the flames had no temperature at all.
Regret, impulse, desire, delusion … Slytherin felt countless emotions rush into his mind, tormenting him to the point of insanity. He knelt down and looked at his palm. His body was like a candle, slowly melting in the endless flames.
He screamed, and his voice traveled far and wide.
Silby opened his eyes slightly and saw the twelve pillars in the arena. The gods on the pillars opened their mouths and did nothing, but Slytherin held his head and rolled around crazily, as if there was an invisible person cutting his flesh with a knife.
This magic was completely different from any that Silby had seen before. It was more ancient, more mysterious, and had a power that was different from that of a Magus.
In front of this magic, even Slytherin had to howl.
At this moment, looking at such a powerful Gryffindor, Silby was filled with adrenaline. He excitedly bit his lips and trembled.
That's right!
That's right!
That's it!
Is he the boy I saw in my dream?
Silby thought of the dream that led him out of Aragorn and into the dream that led him to search for Aragorn.
The boy with his back to him, who was as tall as a mountain.
Is that you? Godric Gryffindor.
Such magic, such magic. If he could defeat him, he would be able to stand on top of a mountain and look down on the world.
He couldn't help but laugh and clench his fists. Then, he immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to rest.
In the arena, Gryffindor held his wand in his hand, his face pale.
It was obvious that he had used his trump card in front of a Magus of Slytherin's level.
Gryffindor still did not dare to open his eyes despite the shrill screams in his ears. He did not believe that his old rival, Slythrin, would be so easily destroyed by an incantation. He drew his Fairy Sword, took a deep breath, and said, "Let's decide the victor in one round."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and dragged his silver sword towards the Twelve Pillars, where Slythrin was holding his head and screaming miserably.
The screams stopped abruptly.
All the pain on Slythrin's face was swept away. He directly sealed off his mind, cutting off the flow of his emotions.
He rolled and got up from the ground. He drew his wand and bent it into a poisonous fang. He held the fang in his hand. His face was expressionless as he stabbed the fang into Gryffindor's temple.
Gryffindor didn't open his eyes, but he could feel the screams coming to an end and the impending death.
He gritted his teeth and walked faster and faster.
The fairy's sword glinted coldly under the sunlight.
Queen Pandora straightened her back, her breathing rapid.
Silby woke up from his rest. He looked at the two figures in the arena that were getting closer and closer. Neither of them seemed to have any intention of dodging the other's attack.
What were they doing? Could it be that these two fellows wanted to perish together?
They were getting closer and closer!
The cold light from the tip of the sword and the poison dripping from the fang seemed to come into contact.
In the end, Gryffindor's sword was slightly longer.
Slytherin left his emotionless state. Within a second, his expression changed several times. But after a second, he decisively withdrew his fang and moved his body to the side, avoiding Gryffindor's sword.
Even so, there was still a small cut on his neck, and blood slowly seeped out.
Queen Pandora's straight back slowly softened. Silby shook his head, and the wizards on both sides of the stands let out a sigh of relief.
Gryffindor placed his sword on Slytherin's neck. His hair was disheveled and his chest was heaving, but he couldn't help but smile. "Sa … Salazar … This time, haha, I've won again."
Aren't you afraid of death?
Slytherin gritted his teeth. "If I didn't stop just now, we would both die!"
"Yes." Gryffindor raised his sword and smiled passionately. "But I know, Salazar, that you value yourself more than anyone else. Why would you want to die together with me?"
"Sure, sure."
Slytherin smiled as well, but there was a hint of helplessness in his smile. He said reluctantly, "You really can do it, Gryffindor. Ronay told me not to fight a lunatic. She had her reasons."
"Shh!"
Gryffindor whistled. His chest was heaving up and down, but the sword in his hand was steady. "Is that what Ronay said about me? Sigh, I'm so jealous of you. You can talk to her. I chased after her for so long when I was young, but she didn't even give me a chance. "
"You're too reckless, Gryffindor. Maybe no one will marry you except for the queen. "
Slytherin sighed. He turned around and said, "I've lost. Since you want to be king so much, I'll let you be king."
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