Chapter 845
The cruel reality has been burned into John's mind in advance.
He couldn't help but face this.
"The existence of the Witch King is to occupy that position forever."
John and Merlin stopped under the tower, Grindelwald's words as he entered the shadows echoing in their ears.
To become the Witch King, you have to face those situations of eternal loneliness.
Even John himself doesn't know how long he can live. Maybe he will live longer than the Black Lagoon.
Until this country gave birth to the second Witch King who killed himself and stepped on his body to ascend the throne.
"Your Majesty, the Witch King," Merlin said as his beard rubbed against the bark of the oak tree, "I see in you your devotion to magic and your responsibility to your people."
"You are a true king. Under your leadership, wizards will continue to survive."
Merlin said, "You made magic great again."
"If Grindelwald is not under our feet, I might think that you are him." John bowed slightly and extended his hand to invite, "Please allow me to take you to the next location at my own discretion."
He snapped his fingers, the ground beneath his feet began to pull, and they appeared again in another country.
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Chapter 853 Monster, God
Two people appear in a city like old friends.
Merlin stared at the stopped cars on the road with great interest.
He reached out for his oak staff and tapped it.
"These things are fun."
"Maybe you could look at something more interesting." John pulled the ground again and they emerged at a research center.
On the surface it is a research center, but in fact it is a secret strategic stronghold.
Inside, the walls of the soldiers were covered with messages from wizards.
Some of the technologies being developed are mainly used to deal with wizards.
"Combining magic."
Merlin saw the magic crystal being put on the machine for study, and he said, "You are expanding the influence of magic."
"Magic and technology, this is one of the ways of the future."
John raised his hand and scanned the technologies, and the structures inside were generated in his mind.
A weapon with the same structure appeared in his hand, "a weapon made based on technology and magic, making it dependent on magic."
"When magic becomes indispensable to the functioning of the world, rare wizards will become precious."
John pressed the weapon switch, but the weapon was not successfully made. The electric current passed through the magic crystal, causing it to be detonated.
The energy of the explosion disappeared in his hand, and John said casually: "By the way, I can also use these technologies to strengthen the magical power technology of the Magic Kingdom."
"Use these people to create benefits for yourself." Merlin admired John's approach very much, "It's unjust, but it's right."
Unjust, but right.
This is John's consistent code of conduct.
He does not pursue justice, but only pursues what is right. He can give wizards a break from being crushed by Muggles, and he will kill tens of thousands of Muggles.
In terms of the number of Muggles killed alone, even the ten most evil dark wizards combined cannot compare with him.
To Muggles, he is not a kind monarch, let alone a benevolent god.
He is a monster, a monster that can bring the country to destruction.
He is right only for wizards.
From a Muggle perspective, he might be a shameless thief.
Even though they can't see John, ideologically, John has no body.
Any wizard like Dumbledore would never do this.
Because morality binds those righteous wizards.
Merlin is not a righteous man. On the contrary, his greatness is due to his powerful magical attainments and contribution to the magical world.
And he is the god of magic.
Like the Witch King, he seeks power and pursues truth.
John takes Merlin shopping around the world.
The time constructed by Brain Civics is different from the outside world.
They are walking in a suspended world. If it is never lifted, this moment will be eternal life.
Finally, they arrived in Cornwall.
The pace that had been walking also stopped.
Merlin was wrapped in oak trees, and his face showed the nostalgia of returning to his homeland.
He left a legend in this world and left this world.
Now, wearing an oak tree and returning to his hometown, everything has changed.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the legend about King Arthur and Merlin.
John pulled his hand upwards, and their bodies flew up into the sky.
The planet became smaller and smaller underfoot, and finally they reappeared in the brain.
The endless whiteness is like a blurry dreamland.
Compared with the legendary ideal land of Avalon, this place is so immature and small.
John stretched out his hand to Merlin and smiled: "Although it's a little late to say it, it's nice to meet you, Merlin."
"Likewise, it would be my pleasure, the great Witch-King, John."
Merlin held out his hand hidden under the oak tree, and the two held their hands.
"Magic is great, isn't it?" Merlin smiled slightly, "When you pursue it, it's like an endless adventure, which is fascinating."
"At the same time, I need to thank you. You allowed me to return to my hometown. Although I cannot kiss the soil of my hometown, you also allowed me to touch the changed scenery."
Merlin's body gradually turned into little bits of light.
"Great Witch King, do not rush into the darkness of loneliness."
Merlin's voice came from the eternal universe.
"Try to be imperfect and enjoy this world for a while."
"You have this method, just like you can take away the Ice Box, the miracle of magic will always be open to you."
The golden light disappeared from the brain.
John was certain that Merlin was back in Avalon.
That place is somewhere, an ideal land that can only be reached by magic.
And John's ideal hometown is in this pure white place with no sky.
"I am the king," John said to himself, staring at the blue planet, "I am a monster, I am a god."
"who I am?"
John Wick?
John did not continue to speak, his consciousness was trembling and extremely blurred.
He roared, black energy blooming in his eyes.
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The shrinking golden flame engulfed John's body.
It was like billions of the finest and most precise scalpels piercing his body.
His heart was burned by the flames, and the magic that bound his body on the throne of the Eternal Witch King completely surrounded him.
Magic rampage plus magic tower increase.
John opened his eyes, black, gold, purple.
The intertwining of three colors makes his eyes magical.
His brain was in intense pain, but it was so clear that he could clearly feel every bit of pain.
As small as a speck of dust, as far as the mist.
All it takes is one thought from John to uproot the city.
Only his body can withstand the huge magic power that can penetrate the core of the earth.
Golden runes lit up on the sword-like magic tower.
The overflowing magic power turned into a bridge rushing towards the sky.
Flying directly through the clouds to an unknown location.
Level 9!
Level 7 is already the limit of a wizard, level 8 is where John is, and level 9 magic is close to that of a god.
Mortal bodies cannot control the power of gods.
The body, which could not be destroyed by nuclear bombs, now showed signs of fragmentation.
He was like fragile porcelain, with golden blood flowing out of every wound.
Golden blood covered his body, making John glow with a dazzling golden light like the sun.
That light illuminated the entire Magic Kingdom.
In the golden light, only a pair of eyes mixed with three colors were not covered up.
John grabbed the Elder Wand and lifted it with difficulty.
"In the name of the Witch King," John said solemnly, "bless my people."
"Praise the name of the Witch King and get the protection of the Witch King."
"No matter where you are, the Witch King's sight will accompany you."
As the spell fell, the purple color in his eyes disappeared.
The most powerful magic of all time falls upon every wizard with a blessing.
Wizards once believed that Voldemort placed a curse on his name, and that anyone who spoke his name would be known to him.
What John was doing at the moment was completely different.
As long as the wizard praises the Witch King, he can let him know and even get some energy from it.
This magic covers wizards all over the world and allows John to know the plight of wizards.
He is gradually becoming the all-powerful Witch King in the magical world.
He couldn't make himself omnipotent, so he could see every wizard.
This is equivalent to dividing his consciousness and falling on every wizard.
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Chapter 854 To those who are always awake
The wounds on John's body were restored. Even without using the Time Corridor, his metabolism was much higher than that of the wizard.
The physique of a wizard is already superior to that of ordinary people, and his physique is even more superior to that of a wizard.
