Ravenclaw had just stood up.
A loud cannon salute interrupted Slytherin and Gryffindor's attention.
It was the cannon salute from the other side of the square.
Bang, bang, bang!
Ravenclaw felt dizzy from the explosions.
Across the square, from the musician's pavilion, came the cries of flutes, the trills of long pipes, the screams of violins, and the roars of horns. But the most annoying thing was the sound of firecrackers, which gave her goosebumps. It was as if a huge heart was beating wildly somewhere, unwilling to be left out.
She looked at her tarot card.
The central tower.
It was an ominous sign, enough to make even the calmest astrologer feel uneasy. A huge destruction was coming, and the time was now. What would happen?
Silby, who was dressed in bright clothes and riding a white horse, slowly walked out from the path that was covered with flowers.
His appearance was already very good to begin with, and coupled with his extremely flashy clothes, he had the air of a hero who could laugh proudly at the crowd.
At this moment, it was as if all the wizards had turned into ducks, and he was the only one who had turned from an ugly duckling into a walking swan.
"Damn it …"
Slytherin said fiercely.
Ravenclaw looked at Silby with furrowed brows, then shifted his gaze to the divination that he had calculated. He kept rubbing his chin, thinking about something.
.....
Silby felt the sharp gazes of the crowd, and he also saw Slytherin and Gryffindor, but he did not care anymore.
After three months of learning, he had come into contact with the most difficult and high-level magic knowledge. With this inheritance, many Magi, who were previously unreachable to him, were now transparent.
His attention was completely focused on the Queen of Pandora sitting on the throne, waiting for him quietly. In front of her was a gold and silver plate, with fragrant food and a dark red glass wine bottle. And the wand that symbolized the king's power, the wand of the previous king.
It was a gift that the queen had prepared for him. As long as he gave her his gift, he would be able to obtain the right to rule this city.
.....
The sunlight was dazzling and distorted. In the high temperature, the wedding march continued to play in an abnormal tone.
Ravenclaw's gaze shifted to his divination pattern again, but it had changed form.
It changed from the dark and dangerous tower.
It turned into a red emperor, sitting on the throne, wearing a crown inlaid with gems, and holding a scepter that symbolized power and status. Even though he was already the ruler of a country, he was still dressed in armor. He seemed to possess unquestionable authority, and he was also quite confident and resolute.
Strange, who touched his divination pattern?
Ravenclaw looked at Slythrin and Gryffindor, but both of them were staring intently at Silby, who was on the white horse. Everyone else was doing the same. It was impossible for them to interfere with his divination.
Ravenclaw was was confused.
She sat down and sullenly took a sip of the wine in her glass. She thought that she might have been oversensitive. There was no such thing as an ominous sign that would not appear for a thousand years.
She just had to hold on for a few more hours. Maybe when the banquet was over, she could ask Slytherin and Gryffindor to leave this city and travel back to England …
.....
Finally, Silby's horse stopped in front of the throne in the square.
It was time to present the gift. According to the traditions of the Iberian Peninsula, the bride and groom had to present each other with a gift before the wedding. Usually, it would be a ring. Of course, sometimes it would be a binding token.
However, the two of them had already decided on this token.
He got off the horse.
Silby walked to the front of the stairs, looked around, and said loudly, "Today, I have a gift for my future wife. This is a spell that I created, and it is only for one person in this world. "
As he spoke, he took out a gold and silver, cylindrical lock cylinder. Sparkle shone under the sunlight, as if it contained endless power.
He walked forward and bowed with an unusually standard posture, and placed the silver cylinder in the hands of Queen Beatrix the First.
The cannon salute sounded again.
Although most of the wizards did not like Silby, because he was too young and too dazzling. But at this moment, they still clapped for them due to their reproductive instincts. This was the special effect of the wedding atmosphere.
The Queen trembled as she took the silver cylinder. She took a deep breath, and with endless desire, she spun the silver cylinder. She wanted to take out the supreme spell that Silby had placed in it.
But she found that it did not move.
On closer look, there was an extremely complicated password lock on the silver cylinder. Each password wheel was inlaid with twenty-six small pieces of gold, and English letters the size of ants were engraved on the gold. There were a total of eight wheels.
"This … This is?!"
The Queen asked in astonishment.
Silby steadily bent down and leaned against the Queen's ear, whispering softly, "Let's play a game, my dear. I have placed the spell in the password lock. As long as you guess the password correctly, you can open it. You will obtain the strongest spell that I have created. "
The Queen's joyful face gradually cooled down, and she slowly stood up. "What do you mean?"
"Come, guess."
Silby smiled softly, "But you only have one chance. I have added an extremely concentrated acid in the password lock. If you want to open it by force, you will destroy the spell hidden inside."
The Queen was stunned. Under the glaring sunlight, her eyes were wide open, and black lines appeared on her flawless neck and forehead.
Silby was indifferent to the anger of the beauty in front of him. He continued to tease her as if he was playing with fire.
"Right, in order to play this game with you, my dear Madam. I specially cast a forgetting spell on myself before coming here. That is to say, if you ask me what the spell is, I won't be able to remember it for the time being. "
The more he spoke, the wider his lips cracked. When he said the last word, his face was full of uncontrollable joy.
Queen Beatrix's face turned from red to pale. "You are playing with me."
"Oh, how could that be? If you know me, you should know what the password is." Silby said, "How about it? Are you interested in knowing your lover?"
Rumble!
The cannon salute sounded again.
Accompanied by politeness, countless ribbons and bits of candy floated down from the sky. Rows of singers walked in from the other side of the square. They played horns, harps, and leather bagpipes. The singer's fingers brushed the strings of the harps, and the square was filled with loud and noisy music.
Except for the confused Gryffindor, the cold Slytherin, and the restless Ravenclaw. The other Wizards in the square applauded. What happened in the future was something else. When the husband and wife exchanged tokens, they gave them enough face.
However, at the top of the square, Queen Beatrix said with a trembling voice, "You … are … playing … with … me, brat!"
"Likewise."
Amidst the cheers, Silby said in a voice that only the two of them could hear. The two of them were very intimate. In the eyes of outsiders, this newlywed couple was whispering sweetly.
"My skills are still far inferior to yours," Silby said.
Queen Beatrix laughed in anger. She swept away all the food on the table in front of her.
Crash! Crash!
As the silver plate and golden bowl fell to the ground and flew far away, the exquisite food on the plate became a mess. The dark red wine in the glass bottle spilled out like blood.
The musicians were startled, and the loud music turned into an ear-piercing noise. The cheering Wizards' expressions froze, and their hands stopped in the air. The square suddenly became absolutely silent. Only the Queen's shrill and furious shouts could be heard. "You dare to trick me, men!" She shouted sternly, "You dare to trick me, men! Take him down!! "
They rushed out from the back of the square in groups. They raised their golden spears in unison, the tip of the spears emitting an extremely sharp light under the sunlight.
Space distorted as dark golden lines appeared on Silby's extraordinarily gorgeous groom's robe. They gradually brightened, and in the end, they were like a large fishing net that firmly bound Silby.
Silby kicked the table without hesitation and waved his arm.
He let out a furious roar, "Ha!"
The long table was kicked back by a powerful force. His ceremonial robe was blown into countless pieces by a gust of wind that came from the inside. The shards were still pieces of cloth in the air, but when they fell to the ground, they turned into golden ropes.
That was not the end of it. The gust of wind that blew out of Silby's body turned into countless sharp wind blades that could not be identified at all.
Tens of thousands of wind blades swept past, blowing straight towards the Queen and her guards.
Boom!
The bald herald appeared out of nowhere. He reached out his hand and smashed the banquet table into pieces. He stood it upright in front of the Queen of Pandora.
Kacha! Kacha!
Dozens of wind blades cut the table into dozens of wooden pieces in less than a millisecond. Even the bald herald's body was cut into dozens of bone-deep wounds.
He crossed his arms and stood firmly in front of the Queen, not moving at all. Beatrix was not harmed in the slightest.
However, the Gold Guards were not so lucky. Countless wind blades slashed across their bodies.
As they ran, their bodies were like dismantled toys. Zizi broke apart. Arms holding guns, swinging thighs, and heads wearing golden armor and masks.
All of them broke from the torso.
The broken pieces maintained a human shape in the air for a second. Then, under the effect of gravity, they fell to the ground with a thud. First, it was the limbs, then the torso, and finally the head.
The cut was extremely smooth.
It was abnormally smooth.
One move.
Hundred people killed!
Blood spurted out like a fountain.
It spilled all over the ground.
The wedding venue was dyed red with blood.
The banquet turned into hell.
The scene immediately fell into chaos like a storm. The ordinary citizens were shocked beyond words. They saw the pieces of the guards that had been cut into pieces by the "new king", and the pungent blood and red stream-like blood. They didn't know why, but they all cried out in alarm and wanted to escape.
"Let's see who dares to move!"
Silby's roar caused an invisible barrier to appear around the wedding square. The barrier was transparent and smooth, but it blocked everyone's path without any explanation.
Silby was like a real King. His eyes shone as he looked at the Wizards and citizens who panicked and fled in all directions. He ordered with a calm but oppressive tone.
"Today's story, you have to listen. Even if you don't want to listen, you have to listen. "
Some of the adepts were still trembling, but after hearing Silby's words of leadership, they all calmed down and stopped trembling.
"What kind of person would give up power when they're sitting at the top? I think there are only three kinds of people. One is a fool, one is helpless, and the last is someone with a bigger scheme." Silby pointed at Beatrix who was sitting high above. "May I know which kind of person you are?"
"You narrow-minded fellow. Do you think your words are the absolute truth?" Beatrix and Silby were still at each other's throats. It was hard to imagine that just a few minutes ago, the cannons were still firing, and people were still cheering for their union.
"Since that's the case, I can only show you the evidence."
After saying that, Silby raised his hand and pulled. The magic wand in Beatrix's hand flew into Silby's hand.
The magic wand immediately twisted, struggling and trembling in pain. However, Silby's powerful spiritual force field surged into the magic wand and made it surrender in an instant.
He walked slowly on the flat ground below Queen Pandora, his naked body holding a magic wand. He said in a clear voice, "Power walks in the world, like a carriage rolling through a quagmire. Through the ruts, one can know where it came from. Similarly, magic will also leave its unique mark in the world. "
He swung his magic wand and chanted the incantation, "Priori.
Incantatem！”
In the midst of the incantation, a flickering golden line formed by energy appeared on Silby's fingertip. After that, the golden line split open and produced thousands of light arcs around the caster. The light arcs formed patterns one after another.
Under the effect of the Flashback Incantation, the magic wand of the previous city lord, Antonio, spat out a strange and unique transparent illusion.
— —
In the illusion, there was a four-poster bed with a fluttering red curtain. The previous city lord, the Conjurer Antonio the Fifth, was lying on the bed. His face was pale and his body was thin.
However, the woman lying beside him had a rosy complexion and a voluptuous and enchanting body.
"Antonio, my true love, please tell me, why is your magic power so powerful?"
The woman caressed the man's face and asked.
"Because I practice day and night, regardless of the weather, my dear …"
The man said in a confused voice and reached out to touch the chest of the person beside him.
The woman grabbed his hand and asked again, "So, Antonio, are you the most powerful wizard in the world?"
The man's pale face showed a touch of confidence, but this confidence was quickly destroyed by his weak body. He said dispiritedly and uncertainly, "I … I should be. No … no one knows more spells than I do."
"Then, Antonio, do you have a spell that can destroy all the wizards in the world?" The woman rubbed her face against Antonio's face and said in a confused voice.
"No … no …"
The man shook his head weakly. "How … how could there be such a spell?"
"But can you create a spell like that?"
The Queen whispered, "You are so strong and so brave."
"I won't shoot myself in the foot." The man struggled to regain a thread of sanity.
The woman immediately pretended to be angry and turned her back to him, ignoring him.
When she was angry, the man's heart almost melted. He quickly held the woman's shoulder and said softly, "No, Bella, my dear, I heard from my teacher when I was young. If there is a genius who can gather the power of everyone, then he can do anything, anything. "
"Then, are you that genius?"
The woman asked in a muffled voice with her back facing the man.
"No." The man smiled bitterly. "Although I admit that I am talented among the wizards, I have not created any spells. Creating a spell is really a coincidence …"
"Then, there is no use for me to keep you."
The woman suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, and her voice became neither male nor female.
Antonio's infatuated expression was slightly stunned.
Crash!
The quilt was suddenly pulled away.
The woman turned her head, and her charming face instantly withered and aged. There was even a grayish white beard on her chin.
Seeing his love suddenly become a naked middle-aged man, Antonio the Fifth let out a scream from the depths of his soul, the most terrifying scream — "Ah!!!!"
The middle-aged man smiled viciously, raised his wand, and said a syllable, "Die!"
A strong green light swallowed Antonio the Fifth, and the projected image was burned to ashes.
— —
Silby clenched his fist and stopped the golden lightning of the Flashback Spell. He looked coldly at Beatrix on the high platform and smiled. "That guy just now, don't you think he looks familiar?"
"Nonsense!!"
Beatrix flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Take down this lunatic!"
The gloomy sky distorted again.
More armored guards rushed over from the streets outside the square. The galloping horse hooves knocked down the passersby, and the flowers on the ground were trampled into mud.
The charging guards Zizi crashed into the barrier, and under the huge inertia, the horse's neck was bent. Muscles protruded from the spine, and the rider fell to the ground.
Silby opened his arms without restraint and stood naked under the sun. The clouds in the sky were like a tsunami, rolling along with his breathing. They quickly covered the dazzling light of the sun.
He faced the wizards who attended the banquet, as well as the stunned citizens of Pandora, and said in a loud voice that was dozens of times louder.
"I've heard that people who can achieve great things never care about the process. As long as they can achieve the desired result, they can do anything. I'm ashamed of my inferiority!! "
Then he turned around abruptly, and his voice echoed in the sky. His eyes were extremely cold. "The farce is over, Your Majesty."
The Queen of Pandora took a deep breath and pulled down her veil, revealing a pale face. Her eyes were filled with unstoppable killing intent and determination.
Silby opened his five fingers. "However, let me first correct my mistake. Should I call you Beatrix the First, or Gregory the Seventh, the great Pope?!"
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