Chapter 739 The Battle of the Century
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"It seems like my friends are worried about me."
John glanced at the badge, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Looking up at the sky, the weather has not been very good these days.
It seems to be to set off the decisive battle at the end of the twentieth century.
Basil and Riddle tore apart the fog that existed ahead, and the flapping of their wings was the trigger of thunder and storm.
The bad weather caused two huge eddies tearing each other to appear on the sea.
The ghost ship passed between the two eddies.
There is a soul in the blue soul lamp, and John puts his hand on it.
The ghost ship walking on the sea emitted blue light, and immediately flew away from the sea.
The raging storm is far from over.
The ghost ship became a flat boat in the storm, pushing each other in the wind and rain.
"This battlefield is really surprising."
John raised an eyebrow calmly.
The wind and the sea are rushing upwards, and a seaspout is about to be born.
Riddle swooped down from the sky.
Its wings are like sharp knives, passing through the sea dragon roll that is about to form.
The tornado from which it was cut off collapsed.
The ghost ship crossed and entered the island far away from human habitation and country.
The ghost ship landed, and the fog disappeared before his eyes.
barren.
This place seems to be cursed by the goddess of spring, taking away all vitality.
But here is rich in minerals.
The exposed crystals extend like spikes into the depths.
At the end of the road, savagely growing crystals piled up to form a Throne of Blood.
On the throne, the white-haired man propped his chin with one hand, while the other hand hung down naturally.
The old wand, which symbolizes power, hangs down, the man's lazy posture, with a wicked and bewitching smile.
"Like it?"
Grindelwald got up leisurely and stepped down from the throne.
"This is the throne I made for you."
His hand stroked the Scarlet Throne.
"Just like what we have to do, a baptism of blood can make this throne moving."
John walked slowly, "That blood, is that you?"
"It could be you, too." Grindelwald didn't deny it.
He walked down the steps and said with a smile, "I know what you're doing."
He looked John in the eyes and said, "You're plotting war."
"At this point, we are exactly the same."
John said calmly: "You are also planning a war."
The two stood on the left and right under the throne.
John slowly drew out his wand, "Those people you left behind during the war, those seeds."
"They've sprouted, haven't they?"
Grindelwald lowered his head in thought and shook his head.
"No, not quite."
He tapped his forehead with the Elder Wand, "They are not controlled."
"In the past, they were also ideals to create the world, but now they..." Grindelwald drew a corner of his mouth, "They are a group of moths."
"As you can imagine, those guys who are sitting on a vegetarian diet are in those important positions."
"Dead but not stiff," John tilted his head, wondering, "If those people are moths, Muggles shouldn't have noticed."
"To be precise, it's their next generation."
Grindelwald and John are like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years.
Although they just chatted a while ago.
"You know, World War II in the Muggle world."
Grindelwald raised a finger and said seriously: "It was just one tragic battle, and they made it impossible for wizards to win."
"Competition and crisis promote development." John pondered, "There are people who want to kill, or the motivation not to be killed."
"That's right," Grindelwald nodded in agreement, "The development of Muggles has made leaps and bounds after the war every time."
"Muggles also understand this truth. Technology is their guarantee of survival, so after that war, they launched a plan."
Grindelwald said softly, "Paper clip."
"They recruited scientists who had helped their enemies kill themselves," Grindelwald said. "Those people went from underdogs to their enemies."
"They suck blood in it, and use that knowledge, those resources that should be used to cultivate a new generation, and they use them as their own nourishment majestically."
"If I don't show up, you have to do the same?" John stared at Grindelwald, "Let wizards integrate into the Muggle camp."
"Yes," Grindelwald admitted, "wizards served Muggles for a while."
"Integrate wizards into Muggles, extract what they need, and wait for the time," Grindelwald said with madness in his eyes, "They will not let go of every trace of value in wizards, and they will use paper clips as they used to."
good plan.
As long as those concepts are passed on, wizards with special abilities will check and balance the other wizards in different lineups of Muggle governments.
"Why did you give up?" John touched his chin and asked, "It's useful, isn't it?"
Grindelwald smiled, he shook his head, "It's been too long."
"We don't have such a strong will, and you should have noticed, Joel," Grindelwald said, "Compared to Muggles, wizards are more extreme in emotion."
"Wizard education, also not to the point where wizards can't live without, poor education and some pro-Muggles."
The wizarding education system is far less mature than that of Muggles.
It obviously developed longer than Muggle schools, but Hogwarts, which has a thousand-year history, is not as mature as their education system.
This is disgusting to say the least.
Even the Neon Magic Institute is more mature than other schools.
At least they know that little wizards are familiar with magic in advance, and Hogwarts hardly cares about wizards before they are 11 years old.
Even those Muggle wizards who popped up from Muggle families.
It was only at the age of 11 that an admission notice was sent.
At that age, the cognition of the world was basically stereotyped, that is to say, those wizards from non-wizard families received Muggle education long before they received wizard education.
Their values are also skewed towards Muggles.
There is a feeling of being too high to be too low.
That's why Grindelwald said that wizards cannot use 'paper clips' to disintegrate Muggles from within.
On the contrary, they will be assimilated by Muggles.
John nodded in agreement.
"Tell me about that war." John accepted Grindelwald's message and said lightly, "How are you going to start it?"
"We need a chance to show our strength, don't we?"
Grindelwald said: "Some of the seductive news you released, I promote this news."
"Greedy people don't change their nature," Grindelwald smiled, "and it's good that Webb kills the moral paragons among Muggles."
"Let your seeds push again," John said with emotion, "you are a born conspirator."
"Even without me, your plan will succeed," Grindelwald said, "The conditions you offer have never been refused."
"Should I say, thank you for your compliment?" John raised his right hand, covering his arm with a silver ring.
"If you will, Joel."
Grindelwald raised his wand slowly.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to."
The limited glove covers the right hand, and on the back of the silver hand, five purple crystals and blue gemstones.
Holding the void, the sword of Silver Wick appeared.
Wand in left hand, sword in right hand.
John shows off his fighting skills.
"Maybe you can die and say hello to my old friend Barty Sr. for me."
The words fall.
"Reducto"
White and blue lightning collided in the middle.
A terrifying wave of magic power exploded from the middle.
Whether it's the blood throne, or the sharp crystal protruding from the ground.
At this moment, the aftermath that spread to the entire island spread.
Wherever it passed, the crystals it touched were broken into crystal clear powder.
The next second, John raised his wand up.
The impact of the two was directed towards the sky, and the strong light exploded.
In front of John, ten pieces of Iron Armor cursed armor appeared.
Nine Iron Armor Curses shattered.
The last one was pierced with a silver light, and John raised the sword in his right hand.
From bottom to top, the sword cuts out an invisible edge.
A thin line extends from the ground all the way to where Grindelwald was originally.
Only Grindelwald has disappeared.
There was an explosion on John's side, and he swung his sword decisively.
"Crack."
With a toothache breaking sound, the Iron Armor Curse summoned by Grindelwald was all shattered, and Grindelwald disappeared again.
John's feet suddenly collapsed, and he couldn't wait to fall completely.
Black crystal spikes pierced out of the hole to pierce John.
John swung his wand down.
The mud on both sides of the pit turned into two big dogs to block the attack. John stepped on the dogs' heads, and a strong light burst out from above.
The sword in the right hand raises its upper finger.
The curse was cut by the blade and slid to the sides.
"I found you."
John's eyes became vertical pupils.
Grindelwald, who was about to move, froze.
The pit exploded, and two white snakes wrapped around Grindelwald.
The popping sound appeared above the snake's head.
John pointed his wand over Grindelwald's head.
White light pierces the ground.
Continuously smashing and devouring, the potholes on the ground extended ten meters.
John Meteor shoes stretched out its wings and stood in the air.
He looked sideways, and Grindelwald dodged the attack and raised his wand outside the pit.
"Fire shield (protegodiabolica)"
...
John glanced at the badge, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Looking up at the sky, the weather has not been very good these days.
It seems to be to set off the decisive battle at the end of the twentieth century.
Basil and Riddle tore apart the fog that existed ahead, and the flapping of their wings was the trigger of thunder and storm.
The bad weather caused two huge eddies tearing each other to appear on the sea.
The ghost ship passed between the two eddies.
There is a soul in the blue soul lamp, and John puts his hand on it.
The ghost ship walking on the sea emitted blue light, and immediately flew away from the sea.
The raging storm is far from over.
The ghost ship became a flat boat in the storm, pushing each other in the wind and rain.
"This battlefield is really surprising."
John raised an eyebrow calmly.
The wind and the sea are rushing upwards, and a seaspout is about to be born.
Riddle swooped down from the sky.
Its wings are like sharp knives, passing through the sea dragon roll that is about to form.
The tornado from which it was cut off collapsed.
The ghost ship crossed and entered the island far away from human habitation and country.
The ghost ship landed, and the fog disappeared before his eyes.
barren.
This place seems to be cursed by the goddess of spring, taking away all vitality.
But here is rich in minerals.
The exposed crystals extend like spikes into the depths.
At the end of the road, savagely growing crystals piled up to form a Throne of Blood.
On the throne, the white-haired man propped his chin with one hand, while the other hand hung down naturally.
The old wand, which symbolizes power, hangs down, the man's lazy posture, with a wicked and bewitching smile.
"Like it?"
Grindelwald got up leisurely and stepped down from the throne.
"This is the throne I made for you."
His hand stroked the Scarlet Throne.
"Just like what we have to do, a baptism of blood can make this throne moving."
John walked slowly, "That blood, is that you?"
"It could be you, too." Grindelwald didn't deny it.
He walked down the steps and said with a smile, "I know what you're doing."
He looked John in the eyes and said, "You're plotting war."
"At this point, we are exactly the same."
John said calmly: "You are also planning a war."
The two stood on the left and right under the throne.
John slowly drew out his wand, "Those people you left behind during the war, those seeds."
"They've sprouted, haven't they?"
Grindelwald lowered his head in thought and shook his head.
"No, not quite."
He tapped his forehead with the Elder Wand, "They are not controlled."
"In the past, they were also ideals to create the world, but now they..." Grindelwald drew a corner of his mouth, "They are a group of moths."
"As you can imagine, those guys who are sitting on a vegetarian diet are in those important positions."
"Dead but not stiff," John tilted his head, wondering, "If those people are moths, Muggles shouldn't have noticed."
"To be precise, it's their next generation."
Grindelwald and John are like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years.
Although they just chatted a while ago.
"You know, World War II in the Muggle world."
Grindelwald raised a finger and said seriously: "It was just one tragic battle, and they made it impossible for wizards to win."
"Competition and crisis promote development." John pondered, "There are people who want to kill, or the motivation not to be killed."
"That's right," Grindelwald nodded in agreement, "The development of Muggles has made leaps and bounds after the war every time."
"Muggles also understand this truth. Technology is their guarantee of survival, so after that war, they launched a plan."
Grindelwald said softly, "Paper clip."
"They recruited scientists who had helped their enemies kill themselves," Grindelwald said. "Those people went from underdogs to their enemies."
"They suck blood in it, and use that knowledge, those resources that should be used to cultivate a new generation, and they use them as their own nourishment majestically."
"If I don't show up, you have to do the same?" John stared at Grindelwald, "Let wizards integrate into the Muggle camp."
"Yes," Grindelwald admitted, "wizards served Muggles for a while."
"Integrate wizards into Muggles, extract what they need, and wait for the time," Grindelwald said with madness in his eyes, "They will not let go of every trace of value in wizards, and they will use paper clips as they used to."
good plan.
As long as those concepts are passed on, wizards with special abilities will check and balance the other wizards in different lineups of Muggle governments.
"Why did you give up?" John touched his chin and asked, "It's useful, isn't it?"
Grindelwald smiled, he shook his head, "It's been too long."
"We don't have such a strong will, and you should have noticed, Joel," Grindelwald said, "Compared to Muggles, wizards are more extreme in emotion."
"Wizard education, also not to the point where wizards can't live without, poor education and some pro-Muggles."
The wizarding education system is far less mature than that of Muggles.
It obviously developed longer than Muggle schools, but Hogwarts, which has a thousand-year history, is not as mature as their education system.
This is disgusting to say the least.
Even the Neon Magic Institute is more mature than other schools.
At least they know that little wizards are familiar with magic in advance, and Hogwarts hardly cares about wizards before they are 11 years old.
Even those Muggle wizards who popped up from Muggle families.
It was only at the age of 11 that an admission notice was sent.
At that age, the cognition of the world was basically stereotyped, that is to say, those wizards from non-wizard families received Muggle education long before they received wizard education.
Their values are also skewed towards Muggles.
There is a feeling of being too high to be too low.
That's why Grindelwald said that wizards cannot use 'paper clips' to disintegrate Muggles from within.
On the contrary, they will be assimilated by Muggles.
John nodded in agreement.
"Tell me about that war." John accepted Grindelwald's message and said lightly, "How are you going to start it?"
"We need a chance to show our strength, don't we?"
Grindelwald said: "Some of the seductive news you released, I promote this news."
"Greedy people don't change their nature," Grindelwald smiled, "and it's good that Webb kills the moral paragons among Muggles."
"Let your seeds push again," John said with emotion, "you are a born conspirator."
"Even without me, your plan will succeed," Grindelwald said, "The conditions you offer have never been refused."
"Should I say, thank you for your compliment?" John raised his right hand, covering his arm with a silver ring.
"If you will, Joel."
Grindelwald raised his wand slowly.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to."
The limited glove covers the right hand, and on the back of the silver hand, five purple crystals and blue gemstones.
Holding the void, the sword of Silver Wick appeared.
Wand in left hand, sword in right hand.
John shows off his fighting skills.
"Maybe you can die and say hello to my old friend Barty Sr. for me."
The words fall.
"Reducto"
White and blue lightning collided in the middle.
A terrifying wave of magic power exploded from the middle.
Whether it's the blood throne, or the sharp crystal protruding from the ground.
At this moment, the aftermath that spread to the entire island spread.
Wherever it passed, the crystals it touched were broken into crystal clear powder.
The next second, John raised his wand up.
The impact of the two was directed towards the sky, and the strong light exploded.
In front of John, ten pieces of Iron Armor cursed armor appeared.
Nine Iron Armor Curses shattered.
The last one was pierced with a silver light, and John raised the sword in his right hand.
From bottom to top, the sword cuts out an invisible edge.
A thin line extends from the ground all the way to where Grindelwald was originally.
Only Grindelwald has disappeared.
There was an explosion on John's side, and he swung his sword decisively.
"Crack."
With a toothache breaking sound, the Iron Armor Curse summoned by Grindelwald was all shattered, and Grindelwald disappeared again.
John's feet suddenly collapsed, and he couldn't wait to fall completely.
Black crystal spikes pierced out of the hole to pierce John.
John swung his wand down.
The mud on both sides of the pit turned into two big dogs to block the attack. John stepped on the dogs' heads, and a strong light burst out from above.
The sword in the right hand raises its upper finger.
The curse was cut by the blade and slid to the sides.
"I found you."
John's eyes became vertical pupils.
Grindelwald, who was about to move, froze.
The pit exploded, and two white snakes wrapped around Grindelwald.
The popping sound appeared above the snake's head.
John pointed his wand over Grindelwald's head.
White light pierces the ground.
Continuously smashing and devouring, the potholes on the ground extended ten meters.
John Meteor shoes stretched out its wings and stood in the air.
He looked sideways, and Grindelwald dodged the attack and raised his wand outside the pit.
"Fire shield (protegodiabolica)"
...
