Chapter 814 The king said: I want a castle in the sky
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John recruits Squibs for their loyalty and dependence.
Werewolves back then, now Squibs.
No matter who comes into contact with the Witch King's kindness, he can't help but fall in love with it.
The newly established world needs law enforcers, and it also needs to protect this fragile world from harm from the outside world.
John's creation was far from over.
He opened the passage and came to the sky.
He raised his wand, with rhythmic rules, directing the approach of the building in the sky.
"The power of our sky is too weak," John glanced over and waved his wand, "Sky Castle."
The Wizarding World will have two sky castles.
One is Edgar's old house, moving in the sky somewhere in Germany.
And the other one is on the foggy ocean in the Wizarding City.
The fire dragons roared and they flew in the sky.
Stones come together to form a huge castle.
Fire dragons fly into it to rest. Sometimes they stay here, and sometimes they go down to find something to do.
The huge castle has a giant fort that looks like a dragon's head, and inside, five super-destructive weapons intercepted by John in the Muggle world are stored, which are not affected by magic.
The castle is shrouded in a field formed by multiple obelisks. As long as John is willing, this sky castle capable of destroying five cities can become the most elusive bomber in the world.
Guarded by a fire dragon, this castle called the Sword of Damocles cannot be entered by reckless wizards or Muggles.
This is a sharp sword forged by the Witch King for the wizarding world. Very few people know the existence of this thing.
"If you can, I hope you never have to use it."
John gently stroked the black dragon model in the center of the castle.
Inside this castle, there are sometimes frightening wailing sounds.
John's expression was indifferent, his gaze swept over, and those voices gradually faded out of fear of the Witch King.
"You can wait," John's calm voice sounded, "wait until this country is destroyed and let this castle in the sky that imprisons you fall to the earth."
"At that time, the whole world will become your amusement park."
John speaks to the voice that exists deep in the castle, the existence he once captured, feeding on pleasure, using the soul as a trigger.
Dementors.
The invisible existence of the group of Muggles, they were imprisoned here by the Witch King.
Maybe many years later, some wizard will enter here as an adventure.
John took a deep look into the darkness and slowly walked out of the castle.
The fire dragon lowered its head for John, and he saw the black dragon.
Amohan lowered his head and said dullly: "I still like the way you look like a dragon."
The fireball dragon stayed with Amohan.
Amohan has gradually moved towards the position of Elder Long.
As a powerful black dragon, it has terrifying potential.
The death of Thunder Implementation Spear left the position of Elder Long vacant.
John patted Amohan's scales and whispered to the female dragon: "Protect them, you are my most trusted dragon."
Ah Mohan exhaled hot air from his nose and nodded vigorously to John.
As the king of dragons, John is also the king of wizards.
It has been a dilemma since ancient times.
The wizard needs the fire dragon as materials, and the fire dragon also needs food.
As the king of both, John had to find a balance between them.
Fire dragons will gradually change their status, and at the same time, wizards can't afford less fire dragon materials.
Dead fire dragons can be used as materials, and the same surgery can be taken out without harming lives.
Anyone who kills the fire dragon without authorization will be punished.
This is the greatest protection that John can give the fire dragon.
Amohan didn't understand that much, but she felt that the king of the fire dragon had become less of a fire dragon.
She said glumly: "Okay."
"I didn't tell you anything," Amohan leaned close to John's ear, but her voice was not very quiet, "In fact, many female dragons want to lay dragon eggs with you."
"Ahem." John pushed Amohan's big head away and said awkwardly, "Let them find another dragon."
"I also want to lay dragon eggs with you." The cuteness on Amohan's dragon face was unmistakable.
John was speechless: "Don't you have dragon eggs?"
Several naughty little dragons got around Amohan's tail and kicked and bit him, which made Amohan furious, "These are not my dragon eggs!"
Wagging his tail, he swept the little dragon away, and Amohan walked away angrily.
John shrugged, not expecting the female dragon to lose her temper.
Several little dragons regarded John as their father and came over to rub their heads against their father, who was younger than them.
John patted the little dragon on the head. In the eyes of the dragons, this seemed to indicate that he was the son of the Dragon King.
Their eyes change.
After saying goodbye to the dragon, John still had to prepare to go to the next place.
He drew out the Elder Wand, pointed it at the ground of the Sky Castle, and cast a spell.
"This is the realm of dragons. If a non-dragon entity breaks into it, it will be cursed by the dragon."
There was no light on the wand, but somehow, a strange change of rules was spreading in this place.
The city in the sky in the mist.
...
After solving the dragon's survival problem, John returned to the magic tower.
Zuowu and Tom lay together on the empty attic.
This big dog was rescued by John before.
John came close to Zou Wu and gently stroked his mane.
He whispered in Zuowu's ear, "I give you freedom."
"There are no chains in this world that can trap you, no cages that can restrain you, and no barriers that can hinder you."
There was a certain power in John's voice, and this power entered Zuowu's body.
Some changes occurred in Zuowu's body, and its mane turned golden, like the golden color of flames.
After a while, it changed back again. Zuowu's tail swung and his body shook, allowing Tom to fall from his belly.
Zuowu turned over and John looked at it with a smile on his face.
"You shouldn't be like me, staying in this tower."
The hand stroking Zuowu's fur paused, and John said: "You are the freest Zuowu, you can see anywhere in the world."
Zuowu opened his eyes, his big eyes filled with confusion, but when he saw John back, he was replaced by joy.
Tom also got up and circled around John.
Zuowu felt something, and he lowered his head sadly.
There was some mist in the round eyes.
It rubbed its face against John's palm, and its peony-like tail wrapped around John's body like a thin quilt.
It was bidding farewell to John, the Witch King, who was about to send Zou Wu away.
Zouwu does not belong here. Although this place is very wide, this tower is very narrow.
"Go to freedom, in the magical world, you can run and play freely."
John finally touched Zuowu's fangs. Under his palm, some of the Witch King's magic was planted in the fangs.
"Go, my friend, I have not given you a name, but if you wish, I will call you Red Peony."
The peony-like tail swept across John's cheek, and Zou Wu liked this name.
It turned back three times with each step, looking at John reluctantly, but its footsteps could not stop.
Finally stepping out of the tower, Zuowu walked into the passage that could not be blocked.
That is the merciful privilege that the Witch King grants to his Zouwu friends.
John watched Zhao Wu leave, and Tom sat down at John's feet.
One person and one dog, empty and lonely.
This high tower, like the castle in the sky, was just them.
...
Werewolves back then, now Squibs.
No matter who comes into contact with the Witch King's kindness, he can't help but fall in love with it.
The newly established world needs law enforcers, and it also needs to protect this fragile world from harm from the outside world.
John's creation was far from over.
He opened the passage and came to the sky.
He raised his wand, with rhythmic rules, directing the approach of the building in the sky.
"The power of our sky is too weak," John glanced over and waved his wand, "Sky Castle."
The Wizarding World will have two sky castles.
One is Edgar's old house, moving in the sky somewhere in Germany.
And the other one is on the foggy ocean in the Wizarding City.
The fire dragons roared and they flew in the sky.
Stones come together to form a huge castle.
Fire dragons fly into it to rest. Sometimes they stay here, and sometimes they go down to find something to do.
The huge castle has a giant fort that looks like a dragon's head, and inside, five super-destructive weapons intercepted by John in the Muggle world are stored, which are not affected by magic.
The castle is shrouded in a field formed by multiple obelisks. As long as John is willing, this sky castle capable of destroying five cities can become the most elusive bomber in the world.
Guarded by a fire dragon, this castle called the Sword of Damocles cannot be entered by reckless wizards or Muggles.
This is a sharp sword forged by the Witch King for the wizarding world. Very few people know the existence of this thing.
"If you can, I hope you never have to use it."
John gently stroked the black dragon model in the center of the castle.
Inside this castle, there are sometimes frightening wailing sounds.
John's expression was indifferent, his gaze swept over, and those voices gradually faded out of fear of the Witch King.
"You can wait," John's calm voice sounded, "wait until this country is destroyed and let this castle in the sky that imprisons you fall to the earth."
"At that time, the whole world will become your amusement park."
John speaks to the voice that exists deep in the castle, the existence he once captured, feeding on pleasure, using the soul as a trigger.
Dementors.
The invisible existence of the group of Muggles, they were imprisoned here by the Witch King.
Maybe many years later, some wizard will enter here as an adventure.
John took a deep look into the darkness and slowly walked out of the castle.
The fire dragon lowered its head for John, and he saw the black dragon.
Amohan lowered his head and said dullly: "I still like the way you look like a dragon."
The fireball dragon stayed with Amohan.
Amohan has gradually moved towards the position of Elder Long.
As a powerful black dragon, it has terrifying potential.
The death of Thunder Implementation Spear left the position of Elder Long vacant.
John patted Amohan's scales and whispered to the female dragon: "Protect them, you are my most trusted dragon."
Ah Mohan exhaled hot air from his nose and nodded vigorously to John.
As the king of dragons, John is also the king of wizards.
It has been a dilemma since ancient times.
The wizard needs the fire dragon as materials, and the fire dragon also needs food.
As the king of both, John had to find a balance between them.
Fire dragons will gradually change their status, and at the same time, wizards can't afford less fire dragon materials.
Dead fire dragons can be used as materials, and the same surgery can be taken out without harming lives.
Anyone who kills the fire dragon without authorization will be punished.
This is the greatest protection that John can give the fire dragon.
Amohan didn't understand that much, but she felt that the king of the fire dragon had become less of a fire dragon.
She said glumly: "Okay."
"I didn't tell you anything," Amohan leaned close to John's ear, but her voice was not very quiet, "In fact, many female dragons want to lay dragon eggs with you."
"Ahem." John pushed Amohan's big head away and said awkwardly, "Let them find another dragon."
"I also want to lay dragon eggs with you." The cuteness on Amohan's dragon face was unmistakable.
John was speechless: "Don't you have dragon eggs?"
Several naughty little dragons got around Amohan's tail and kicked and bit him, which made Amohan furious, "These are not my dragon eggs!"
Wagging his tail, he swept the little dragon away, and Amohan walked away angrily.
John shrugged, not expecting the female dragon to lose her temper.
Several little dragons regarded John as their father and came over to rub their heads against their father, who was younger than them.
John patted the little dragon on the head. In the eyes of the dragons, this seemed to indicate that he was the son of the Dragon King.
Their eyes change.
After saying goodbye to the dragon, John still had to prepare to go to the next place.
He drew out the Elder Wand, pointed it at the ground of the Sky Castle, and cast a spell.
"This is the realm of dragons. If a non-dragon entity breaks into it, it will be cursed by the dragon."
There was no light on the wand, but somehow, a strange change of rules was spreading in this place.
The city in the sky in the mist.
...
After solving the dragon's survival problem, John returned to the magic tower.
Zuowu and Tom lay together on the empty attic.
This big dog was rescued by John before.
John came close to Zou Wu and gently stroked his mane.
He whispered in Zuowu's ear, "I give you freedom."
"There are no chains in this world that can trap you, no cages that can restrain you, and no barriers that can hinder you."
There was a certain power in John's voice, and this power entered Zuowu's body.
Some changes occurred in Zuowu's body, and its mane turned golden, like the golden color of flames.
After a while, it changed back again. Zuowu's tail swung and his body shook, allowing Tom to fall from his belly.
Zuowu turned over and John looked at it with a smile on his face.
"You shouldn't be like me, staying in this tower."
The hand stroking Zuowu's fur paused, and John said: "You are the freest Zuowu, you can see anywhere in the world."
Zuowu opened his eyes, his big eyes filled with confusion, but when he saw John back, he was replaced by joy.
Tom also got up and circled around John.
Zuowu felt something, and he lowered his head sadly.
There was some mist in the round eyes.
It rubbed its face against John's palm, and its peony-like tail wrapped around John's body like a thin quilt.
It was bidding farewell to John, the Witch King, who was about to send Zou Wu away.
Zouwu does not belong here. Although this place is very wide, this tower is very narrow.
"Go to freedom, in the magical world, you can run and play freely."
John finally touched Zuowu's fangs. Under his palm, some of the Witch King's magic was planted in the fangs.
"Go, my friend, I have not given you a name, but if you wish, I will call you Red Peony."
The peony-like tail swept across John's cheek, and Zou Wu liked this name.
It turned back three times with each step, looking at John reluctantly, but its footsteps could not stop.
Finally stepping out of the tower, Zuowu walked into the passage that could not be blocked.
That is the merciful privilege that the Witch King grants to his Zouwu friends.
John watched Zhao Wu leave, and Tom sat down at John's feet.
One person and one dog, empty and lonely.
This high tower, like the castle in the sky, was just them.
...
