The burning flames licked across the square of Pandora, creating wisps of black smoke. The beautiful and joyous wedding was long gone, leaving behind only killing and howling, just like the background of this wild and chaotic era.
The Crusaders dragged the wailing Pope out of danger. The sorcerers chased after them, following behind them and casting spells. They were even crazier than rabid dogs when it came to pursuing the enemy.
The Crusaders were hit by spells of various colors. Some died, some melted, and some even turned into dust.
However, they surrounded the severely injured Pope layer by layer, using their lives to buy time for the Pope to retreat. The wizards could not do anything to them for a while.
Silby stood naked on the high platform, motionless, watching them leave.
Gryffindor, covered in blood, rushed to Silby, dragging his sword, and shouted, "Hey, you let him go just like that?!"
Silby looked at him and did not say anything.
Gryffindor was so angry that he kicked the bucket beside him, smashing it into pieces. "You could have killed him."
Silby only said calmly, "Stop chasing. Gather your people. I have something important to announce."
Gryffindor felt that he was being ignored. He angrily reached out to grab Silby's neck, but his arm was stopped by Ravenclaw.
She pulled the angry Gryffindor back and whispered, "Don't be rash. He's thinking much further than you." Ravenclaw sighed, "A dead Pope is more valuable than a living but seriously injured Pope. Because of his injuries, the Church has to spend a lot of energy to take care of him and heal him. As long as he's alive, he'll be a burden to the Church. "
Gryffindor was shocked, then suddenly understood. He looked at Silby with more respect. Then, he followed Silby's instructions and took off his robe, waving it in his hand, and shouted to the wizards, "Come here, our new king has something to say."
The wizards stopped chasing. They saw Gryffindor waving his red cloak on the high platform.
Slytherin led a group of wizards to Silby's side. Every one of them was either severely or lightly injured. In the chaotic battle, they were surrounded by the Crusaders and had no time to care for themselves. Only a few people knew how Pope Gregory VII was defeated.
With regards to the naked Madman standing on the high platform, they instinctively maintained their vigilance. Who knew what kind of trouble this guy could stir up?
Silby waved his hand and a white robe flew into his hand. He put the robe on his body, barely covering his private parts. He then said in a loud voice.
"For thousands of years, we wizards have been keeping a low profile, not attracting attention, and studying magic in silence. Mystery is our synonym, and concealment is our instinct. But today … "
His dignified gaze swept across the crowd, "Times have changed, and the idea of making a fortune in silence has long been outdated. Three hundred miles away from here, the Crusaders of the Church are wantonly hunting for dissidents. Our own kind are being torn apart, hanged, and burned to death.
The reason for all of this is because of our dispersion, inaction, and the deep-rooted idea of avoiding war.
But reality has proven that war is unavoidable, and conflict is unavoidable. It's everywhere. If the God that the Church talks about really exists, then his only purpose is to create conflict. Under conflict, we can only defeat our opponents by uniting.
If even the Muggles can unite and fight for a goal, why can't we!? "
Silby took a deep breath and said, "If there's no opposition, then I will form an alliance.
"If there are no objections, I will establish an alliance. The only purpose of the alliance is to eliminate anything that hinders the growth, survival, and learning of the Magi. This includes the Church, including division, and including ignorance."
The unbelievably crazy words came out of the young man's mouth. The people who looked at him felt as if their worldview had been turned upside down, as if they had been struck by lightning.
Three months ago, this guy defeated Gryffindor, entered the Pandora Palace, and became the King. Three months later, he left the Pandora Palace, and at his own wedding, exposed the Church's conspiracy, causing a huge battle.
After the battle, he said arrogantly that he would form an alliance to defeat the Church. If it wasn't for the scene of the Queen turning into the Pope that made their nerves tense, many of them would have laughed out loud.
"Is there any objection?"
Silby looked around and asked again.
No one answered.
After a while, just when Silby thought that they all agreed with his point of view, a skinny old man walked out from the crowd. He held his injured shoulder and asked in a hoarse voice, "If you want to form an alliance, who will be the leader?"
The person who spoke was Oleyard, the Druid Wizard who had lost to Gryffindor in the arena. He was a general of the Slytherin camp.
"Of course it will be me." Silby folded his arms. "What do you mean?"
"You want to form an alliance, and you want to be the leader. But why should we believe you? A guy so young can lead us to clear the obstacles and defeat a colossus like the Church."
"If you're not blind, you should know. Who was it that defeated Gregory VII and rescued you? "Silby said loudly.
"With all due respect," Oleyard had a different opinion, "Gregory is just one of the dozens of Popes. Defeating him and defeating the Church are two completely different things. As long as the Muggles still believe in God, religion will not disappear."
"I know it's difficult, but at least I'm doing it."
Silby said with certainty, "And you didn't do it. So, you have no other choice but to believe me."
"How can you be so sure that none of us did it? If not for this, why did we come to Pandora? Why did we marry the Queen?"
Oleyard said solemnly, "If you want to form an alliance, you can, but the alliance must follow the most powerful person. Otherwise, we will go astray, fall into a trap, and even meet death. "
Silby smiled. "Let me summarize. You think that the leader should be the most powerful person, right?"
"Yes."
"Do you think so too?"
Silby looked into the eyes of the other Wizards below.
The Wizards looked at him. Although their gazes were uncertain, no one dared to speak. Until now, the Wizards still habitually maintained a moderate and low-key attitude, unwilling to show their attitudes.
Silby was not angry. He nodded and said to Oleyard, "Very well. Since your views are so deeply ingrained and you believe that I will bring death, then please defeat me. Bring your beliefs and defeat me."
When he said this, Oleyard obviously hesitated. Obviously, this young man had defeated the Pope, Gregory VII. His strength was unfathomable.
But soon, a touch of greed appeared on Oleyard's face. He grinned. "You said it."
Then, the square suddenly cracked. Countless cracks appeared, causing the ground to shake violently. It was a tree root as thick as a dragon's tail.
No wonder he dared to challenge Silby at this time.
It turned out that in the chaos before, Oleyard had unknowingly planted his roots into the earth and absorbed the nutrients of countless dead people. At this moment, his sudden attack seemed rash, but it was actually a carefully calculated move.
In less than three seconds, Oleyard had grown from a skinny old man into a towering tree nearly a hundred meters tall. Red energy flowed through his coiling dragon-like branches, emitting unparalleled power.
The expressions of the Wizards changed. Gryffindor even pulled out his sword and shouted, "Run, this guy is up to no good."
Silby was expressionless. He ignored the towering tree that had grown out of thin air in the square. Instead, he spoke to the Wizards below the tree.
"Among the monkeys, the male monkey who is the best at fighting, although he is the king, can only enjoy the right to mate. When it comes to finding food, most of the monkeys will follow the older female monkeys. "
"Come, let's see who's stronger!"
Oleyard's swollen face appeared from the intertwined branches. He had an ecstatic smile on his face as he heavily punched Silby, who was as small as an ant.
Silby continued, "The female monkey has experience and knows where to find food. That's why she can lead others. In essence, she is a servant. The male monkey is nothing but a fighter. "
"The throne is mine!"
Oleiard shouted with great longing.
Bang.
There was a crisp sound that was neither too loud nor too soft.
Silby didn't move.
It was Gryffindor who had raised the fairy's sword and rushed in front of Silby. He raised his sword and blocked this long-planned attack for Silby.
Under the extremely heavy force, the fairy's sword was bent and made creaking noises. Gryffindor's body kept falling until his knees sank into the ground.
He roared in pain, "This guy is so strong, someone help!"
Oleyard's huge eyes only had Silby in them, but Silby had no intention of helping. He didn't even look at Oleyard.
He put his hands behind his back and ignored Oleyard and Gryffindor. He only said to the wizards outside, "If my short life has taught me anything, I can't win. Knowledge can't win against death. Thinking can't win against death. The only thing that can win against death is new life.
I may be young, but I represent new life. I will lead you to win against all death and serve you, just like the female monkey. If you want, you can stay and help me. If you don't, you can leave. "
His words finally convinced the wizards.
Gryffindor, who was holding the fairy's sword, trembled and panted. "I … I give up. You … you're more f * cking suitable than me."
Ravenclaw looked at the guy who hadn't put on any clothes until now with a complicated expression. He sighed, walked in front of him, and knelt on one knee. "Can I give you a suggestion?"
"What?"
"Next time you have to give a speech, wear clothes before you do so. It'll be much more convincing."
"I'll remember that."
Silby buttoned up his tattered robe.
Ravenclaw walked to Silby's side, took out his wand, and pointed it at the huge treant Oleyard.
After Gryffindor and Ravenclaw chose to submit, most of the wizards Zizi walked in front of Silby and expressed their allegiance to him. They then took out their weapons and pointed them at Oleyard.
Slytherin, who was in the crowd, understood that the situation was over. He had completely underestimated this guy. She had underestimated his talent, underestimated his ability, and even underestimated his ambition.
The meeting in the snake's belly seemed like a lifetime ago. The oath between master and servant was like a joke, blown away by the wind. He silently knelt on one knee and chose to submit. Then, he stood in front of Oleyard, and his green eyes turned yellow. It was a sign that he was going to use the Basilisk's Gaze.
Oleyard was scared out of his wits. This was completely different from what he had imagined. He had thought that the young man would have a one-on-one fight with him. But that was not the case. He had not made a move at all.
On the contrary, he had only used a few words and a metaphor to turn all the wizards against him. Although he was arrogant, he was not arrogant enough to make so many people his enemy.
He made a prompt decision and made his choice.
He let go of all the corpses that were used to provide nutrients. From a giant tree that was more than a hundred meters tall, he once again turned back into a frail old man. He rolled and crawled to Silby's feet and knelt down to kiss Silby's toes that were covered in mud and blood.
"I … I submit … I submit …"
Silby looked at him and did not speak.
Oleyard wept in fear. He cut off his hand and turned his bloody palm into a red crown, which he handed to Silby. "Forgive me … forgive me … Your Majesty."
Silby was stunned. This was beyond his expectations.
He had wanted to reject Oleyard's address.
But he saw the wizards staring at him from all directions.
Their gazes fell on Silby, making him breathless. Under those gazes, he subconsciously put the blood crown on his head and reached out to touch Oleyard's old head. "I pardon you."
Thunderous applause drowned the city like a tide.
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"Then … Then … You know what happened … Burp …"
Dodoro let out a long burp and said intoxicatedly, "After Pandora subdued all the wizards, more and more wizards heard about Lord Spencer's deeds. The wizards who had been tortured by the church all joined us.
Soon, we formed an army of nearly a hundred thousand wizards. Under his leadership, we were like a hot knife through butter … We completely wiped out the church's influence from the continent … In … In less than five years. "
The flames burned in the dark room. The candles on the table had burned to the bottom, and the wax dripped all over the table.
"Five years … Five years … Less than … Now, just one more day, and we can … We can win. Completely destroy the church … "
Dodoro's voice became softer and softer. In the end, under the influence of alcohol, he could not bear it anymore. His huge body swayed, and in the end, he fell into the countless empty bottles and fell into a deep sleep.
Crowley's silver head sneaked out of Huo Fa's embrace. Seeing that the two of them had fallen asleep, she climbed onto Huo Fa's shoulder and sighed softly, "They can really drink too much."
Hoffa looked at Dodoro and Tara who had fallen to the ground and clenched his fist slightly. He had to admit that he was frightened by the past. Silby's life experience was even stranger than his. He actually married the Pope and turned his "wife" into a spider at his wedding.
He could not help but think of the spider Pope he had met before, and then he thought of the silver cryptex he had given him.
The cryptex.
Hoffa took out the cryptex from his chest and looked at the row of letters on it. This thing was a token of love from his marriage. How magical.
But, what would that guy use as a password?
From Dodoro's story, Hoffa only saw Silby killing and showing off everywhere. But he did not notice anything about his true self, or … any words that he could use as a password.
He pushed Dodoro, but Dodoro had fallen into a deep coma. He was afraid that he was about to be poisoned by alcohol.
Hoffa could not bear to see him like this, but when he remembered that Dodoro was actually a thousand-year-old ancient who had turned into dust in the real world, he could not help but feel helpless.
"Let's go." He stood up.
"Let's continue to look for clues." He said to Chloe.
After leaving the captain's cabin, the sky outside was still black and endless snow was still falling. From the beginning to the end, the scenery here had not changed. It was as if the polar night would never come.
After bidding farewell to the wizards on the ship, Hoffa returned to his boat and rowed towards the other side of the Fjord.
The cold had cleared Hoffa's mind, but he was still tormented by confusion.
From his experience, Silby and the Four Hogwarts would fall out in the future. Slytherin had even cursed Silby, making him unable to use magic for the rest of his life and could only struggle on in a wheelchair.
But in Dodoro's story, Silby had turned into a real king, unstoppable and insufferably arrogant. If he had really overthrown the Church and made such a great contribution to the wizarding world, then why would Slytherin have cursed him? Besides, the Church had not been destroyed. Chloe's existence was proof. Could it be that something else had happened on the eve of the Church's destruction?
Sensing Hoffa's confusion, Chloe's soul could not help but comfort him. "Don't think about it. Once you find him, you'll understand."
"I know. I'm just worried. The more I can't figure out his true thoughts, the more scared I am." Hoffa said honestly.
The sound of water splashing could be heard.
After a moment of silence.
"If you're really worried, you should go back to the real world and destroy my Resurrection Stone." Chloe said. "This is the safest way."
"What?" Hoffa was shocked by the bone-chilling wind and stopped rowing. "What are you talking about?"
"My soul is your only weakness." Chloe said. "As long as I still have a chance to survive, your ability to control time is not unique."
Hoffa: "So I have to destroy your soul to ensure that no one can use you to kill me?"
"Yes." Chloe said. "Based on the current situation, this is the most rational way."
"No." Hoffa flatly refused and continued rowing. "Once this is over, I'll create a new body for you."
"I'm very happy that you think so."
Chloe said softly. "But the same thing will not happen twice." She looked at the dark night sky and whispered, "Sometimes, you want to do good things, but if you really try to do good things, you'll end up doing bad things."
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