After seeing all this, the whole square was silent. The crowd stared in shock at Beatrix, the famous beauty. But they found that there was no such thing as a peerless beauty.
The beauty was quietly burning on the man's body. The exquisite face disappeared, and so did the curvaceous figure.
He turned into a rigid-looking man in his sixties, who wore a green robe and held a cross scepter in his hand. Standing on the high platform, he coldly stared at Silby.
Ravenclaw stared at the old man, stunned, and felt his brain trembling. When she saw the tower's tarot cards, she thought of many possibilities, but she never thought that things would develop beyond her expectations.
Everyone knew that the Church was wantonly hunting wizards. But Pandora City, the hidden city of wizards, was attacked by the Church from the inside without them noticing.
"Finally, I couldn't help it." Silby wantonly laughed with his hands on his hips. "First, use the beauty to seduce the lecherous Antonio the Fifth. After murdering him, use the city as bait to lure the powerful wizards hiding in the deep mountains and forests.
Choose the best one among them and lure him to invent the most powerful spell. Then use the wedding to gather all the hiding wizards in the Holy Empire, and finally use the so-called most powerful spell to catch them all in one fell swoop. Is this your plan? Your Holiness!? "
Silby was naked, but he didn't have the slightest bit of guilt, shame, or other mortal emotions. His emotions were rapidly rising under the stimulation of dopamine. His soul was running wildly, and his blood was roaring.
His words were fierce, as impassioned as the ancient Roman debater Cicero who criticized Octavian.
"I have to say, you are the most dangerous guy I've ever seen." He slowly walked down with the scepter in his hand. "With such ability and courage at such a young age, I really can't let you live."
After Gregory VII revealed his true appearance, the ordinary citizens and wizards finally came back to their senses. Immediately, a scuffle broke out in the square. Silby's deterrence was completely ineffective.
The guests trampled and fought each other. They desperately rushed to the outer city. Some cried, some staggered, some vomited, and their pale faces were full of fear.
Gregory VII!!
According to legend, the Magi he hanged and burned to death were enough to scatter their ashes in a circle around the Holy Empire.
Ravenclaw grabbed Gryffindor and Slytherin and said loudly, "Let's go, let's leave this place."
Slytherin's face was full of disbelief. He looked at the old man who was over fifty years old and thought about how infatuated he was with him. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his face turned green and white. He almost vomited.
Gryffindor was drenched in cold sweat, but he was much more optimistic than Slytherin. He slapped his thigh and excitedly pulled out his sword. "Thank goodness I didn't win in the end. That was too disgusting. But this is a heaven-sent opportunity, how can we give it up so easily? If we kill him, the Church will definitely fall without a fight. "
"Idiot! Can't they choose another Pope? "
Ravenclaw was so angry that she almost fainted. She dragged Gryffindor's arm and shouted to Slytherin, "Come, help me, pull this guy away."
However, Slytherin didn't move.
Gregory VII took the lead. He raised his arm and made a gesture of pulling the curtains. Then, he pulled the curtains down.
Everything disappeared. The originally beautiful, bright, and spacious street immediately became dilapidated, collapsed, and dark.
The tables piled with food and exquisite plates disappeared, leaving behind only the ruins of a square full of corpses and flames. Above the ruins, even the marble was burned black. Helmets stained with blood, broken spears, and the bones of war horses. Stone graves could be seen everywhere, marking the places where people were buried. The scavengers didn't let the dead go. Among the collapsed buildings, there were bright fabrics and flashing metals. Rotten faces were pecked by crows. Under the brown flesh, the outlines of skulls were faintly discernible.
It turned out that the Church had already infiltrated this city and even massacred it, but for some unknown reason. All traces of their actions were covered, and it was even covered in such a beautiful way.
On the withered street, countless crusaders held heavy shields and formed a square formation. Step by step, they closed in on the barrier created by Silby. Their footsteps were uniform, and the ground trembled slightly with each step.
More crusaders poked their heads out from the top of the dilapidated buildings, took out the crossbows hidden at their waists, aimed at the fleeing citizens and wizards, and pulled the trigger.
A rain of arrows fell from the sky like a tide, landing on their heads.
Hundreds of citizens and wizards were shot into hedgehogs and died immediately. Even more were heavily injured by the sharp arrows. They dragged their broken bodies to the ground, unable to move, and could only cry.
"Do you think I can't do anything to you without your spells?!" Gregory VII shouted, "For today, in order to destroy you damned heretics, I have planned for more than ten years. How could I let you escape from here?!"
"Heretics!!"
Silby withstood the rain of arrows and looked at the Pope in anger, "You can use a magic wand, which means you are also a wizard, you are also a member of the spellcasters. You dare to call us heretics, you are deceiving yourself! "
"My power is a gift from God. My ability is used to benefit mankind!"
The Pope swung the cross scepter: "And all of you, are nothing but a bunch of selfish, despicable people who hide in the mountains, demons who view mortals as livestock. Through my hands, the holy flames will burn all of you into ashes"
Along with the voice, the Pope raised his scepter and pointed.
A cross gap broke open in the gloomy sky.
Warm sunlight shone in from the cross gap and fell on Silby's naked body, causing his body to burn with pale flames. Under the flames, Silby's body quickly dried up and became charred black. When he raised his arms, his arms became bones. When he raised his thighs, his thighs became bones. When he raised his chest, his chest was also burned to bones.
"Do you think this can do anything to me … Controlling illusions, turning them into reality, then turning reality into illusions …"
Silby, who was burned to bones, did not move at all. The pale flames licked his body. He, who was burned to a black skeleton, said wildly, "I don't know where your ability comes from, to be able to deceive my eyes! But I will not fall in the same place twice – the eight layers of cocoon! "
Along with the mysterious and ancient incantation, layers upon layers of cocoon-like protective shells covered the flames, each layer harder than steel.
"I am a servant of God!" The Pope roared, "Die!"
The clouds were completely torn apart, and the white sunlight was tainted with a touch of holy gold. The wizards who looked directly at the light covered their eyes and screamed, tears of blood flowing down their cheeks.
The eight layers of cocoons were burned to ashes, and the dazzling cross light burned a black hole in the ground. Silby, who was inside, was also nowhere to be seen.
"Hahahaha!"
The Pope laughed out loud. He looked at the black hole on the ground in disgust, and put away the cryptex that Silby had given him. Then, his attention turned to the wizards who came to watch the wedding.
He waved his hand, as if he was swatting a fly, and said with practiced indifference, "Kill them all, leave no one alive."
Thus, the countless crusaders who were in a square formation shouted in unison, and raised their black shields. Then, they thrust out the ten meter long spears from the shields.
The wizards in the square were not lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and immediately resisted. They each took out their own casting materials. Intense light and frenzied shouts resounded in the square.
Gryffindor cut down several spears with his sword, then raised his wand and waved it. An explosive spell blew up the first row of soldiers.
Slytherin controlled his giant serpent and slithered in from outside the city. It knocked down countless buildings, and broke up the square formation formed by the crusaders.
Ravenclaw took out a crystal ball and threw it on the ground, and a thick fog immediately covered the square.
The battle immediately turned in the wizards' favor.
In the fog, shouts and screams shook the sky. Most of them were the screams of the crusaders.
Pope Gregory VII smiled coldly, and slammed his scepter on the ground. His palm pulled open the curtain again, and tore it apart.
Thus, the situation of the battle immediately reversed, and the situation was in the Magi's favor. The serpent summoned by Slythrin and the fog summoned by Ravenclaw all turned into illusions and disappeared without a trace.
This miraculous scene greatly boosted the crusaders' morale.
They shouted wildly, and their eyes turned red. They fearlessly raised their weapons and rushed forward. Although the wizards could fight against ten at a time, they could not withstand the charge of the fearless fanatics.
Gregory slammed his scepter on the ground again, and the charging soldiers enlarged one by one, turning into giants. They were so strong that they could collapse a house with a stomp, and topple a statue with a palm.
The Magi were forced to retreat, forced into a corner by the Crusaders.
Under the bright sunlight.
Gregory laughed out loud. With a sharp look in his eyes and a resolute look on his face, he said to himself, "The glory of the Lord is everywhere. As long as this city is destroyed, and then the other cities of wizards, you will have no place to stay."
It was as if he was answering himself.
"With such a single ability, you want to dominate the world? Wishful thinking." An unusually cold voice came from behind Gregory VII.
He suddenly widened his eyes and turned his head.
Silby, who had been burned to ashes, had appeared behind him without him noticing, and his head was almost on his shoulder.
He immediately slammed his scepter on the ground, but it was too late.
A huge force came.
Under the sunlight, the Pope's upper body was like a broken kite being blown by the wind. It directly flew off from the lower half of his body.
In the midst of the blood, Silby, naked, waved a deformed greatsword. Between the gaps of the blood, his eyes shone with a fanatical and joyful light.
Looking at the guy who suddenly appeared, the Pope gritted his teeth, and without hesitation, pointed his finger at his forehead and shoulders.
Then, the space distorted again.
Gregory VII, who was cut in half by Silby, gradually turned into bubbles in the air and disappeared without a trace.
Silby saw all this and sneered, "Turning reality into illusion, you are really something."
"You can't kill me!"
The Pope roared, "God is with me."
A circle of white flames once again surrounded Silby and burned fiercely. He looked at 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."
After saying that, his figure flashed, and Mirage suddenly appeared in front of the Pope, looking at him in the eyes.
A huge spiritual energy field exploded like a landslide.
Gregory VII was hit by the invisible spiritual energy field. For a moment, his mind was shaken, his face was pale, blood flowed out of all his orifices, and his mind was in chaos.
He staggered backward, unable to say a word. Only a sliver of reason remained in his mind. His spell was broken, his momentum was gone, he couldn't fight. He had to leave as soon as possible.
He broke into a run, rolling and crawling towards the white horse that Silby rode to the square.
He flipped onto the horse and galloped away.
Silby pointed his finger, and the Pope who was galloping away suddenly fell down with his horse. The horse's legs were knotted, and so were Gregory's legs. He lay on the ground, unable to move.
The Crusaders under his command wanted to save him, but were completely blocked by the barrier created by Silby.
"Can you turn reality into an illusion again, Gregory?"
Silby walked down the steps naked, every muscle on his body interpreted the aesthetics of violence, he didn't even bother to put on clothes.
The intense movement made Gregory dizzy, he couldn't even see Silby's position clearly, everything was spinning and blurring. He couldn't even control his own emotions.
"You … kill … me, God … God won't let you evil heretics go." The dazed Gregory VII's teeth chattered, "One … one day, someone will … bring … bring you endless … punishment."
"Unfortunately, it's not you."
Silby said indifferently, he raised his finger and pointed at the Pope, "I won't kill you, because it's meaningless. But all things are balanced. You used the illusion of beauty to deceive so many wizards, making them kill each other, now I'll let you return with your ugly appearance to face your believers. "
"Ahhh!!!"
In the midst of a scream, Gregory's legs spread outwards. Two to four, four to eight, eight deformed legs grew, and the eight legs bent inwards and turned black, growing thick black hair.
Then, his lower abdomen swelled, growing into a spindle-shaped devil-faced spider's bulging abdomen, so hideous that it made one's hair stand on end, even a glance would make one turn away.
Outside the barrier, the Crusaders threw away their armor, kneeling on the ground and sobbing.
After the transformation spell ended, the Pope looked at himself and wailed. He wanted to change the situation, but found that he couldn't concentrate at all, his mind was a mess.
Silby waved his hand to open the barrier, and said calmly, "Go back and tell your men, within five years, I will lead an army to flatten the Catholic Church, and completely sweep you off this land."
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