I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The cruel reality has already been imprinted in John's mind.

He couldn't avoid facing this.

"The existence of the Witch King is to occupy that position forever."

John and Merlin stopped at the foot of the tower, Grindelwald's words echoing in their ears as he stepped into the shadows.

To be the Witch King is to face those situations where you are forever alone.

Even John himself didn't know how long he could live. Perhaps he would live longer than the Creature of the Black Lake.

Until the second Witch King was born in this country, who killed him and ascended the throne by stepping on his body.

"Witch King," Merlin said, rubbing his beard against the bark of the oak tree, "I see in you a devotion to magic, as well as a sense of responsibility for your people."

"You are a true king. Under your leadership, wizards will survive."

Merlin said, "You made magic great again."

"If Grindelwald wasn't under our feet, I might think you were him." John bowed slightly and extended his hand to invite, "Please allow me to take the initiative and take you to the next location."

He snapped his fingers, the ground beneath his feet began to pull, and they reappeared in another country.

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Chapter 853 Monster, God

Two people appeared in a city like old friends.

Merlin stared at the stopped cars on the road with great interest.

He reached out his oak staff and knocked.

“These things are fun.”

"Maybe you can see something more interesting." John pulled the ground again and they appeared in a research center.

On the surface, it is a research center, but in reality it is a secret strategic stronghold.

Inside, the soldiers’ walls were covered with messages from wizards.

Some technologies are being developed, whose main purpose is to deal with wizards.

"Combine the magic."

Merlin saw the magic crystal being put on a machine for research and said, "You are expanding the influence of magic."

"Magic and technology, this is one of the paths for the future."

John raised his hand and scanned the technologies, the structures inside taking shape in his mind.

A weapon of the same structure appeared in his hand, "A weapon made with technology as the basis, and magic added to it, 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. Electric current passed through the magic crystal, causing it to explode.

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 magic power technology of the magic country."

"Use these people to create benefits for yourself." Merlin admired John's approach. "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 what is right, which can give wizards a respite from the oppression of Muggles. He will kill tens of thousands of Muggles.

Judging from the number of Muggles killed alone, even the ten most evil dark wizards combined cannot compare to him.

To Muggles, he is neither a kind monarch nor a merciful God.

He is a monster, a monster that can destroy a country along with it.

He is right only for wizards.

From a Muggle perspective, he might just be a shameless thief.

Even though they couldn't see John, under the ideology, John had no body.

Any wizard like Dumbledore would not do this.

Because morality binds those righteous wizards.

Merlin is not a righteous man. On the contrary, his greatness comes from his powerful magical attainments and his contributions to the magical world.

And he is the god of magic.

Like the Witch-King, he seeks power and truth.

John took Merlin on a shopping trip around the world.

The time constructed by the brain's thinking domain is different from that of the outside world.

They are walking in a paused world, and if it is never released, this moment will be eternal life.

Finally, they arrived in Cornwall.

The footsteps that had been walking also stopped.

Merlin was wrapped in the oak tree, and his face showed nostalgia for returning to his homeland.

He left a legend in this world and left this world.

Now, wearing the oak tree and returning to my hometown, everything has changed.

The only thing that has not changed is the legend of King Arthur and Merlin.

John pulled his hands upwards and their bodies flew up into the sky.

The planet shrank beneath their feet until they reappeared in their brains.

The endless whiteness is like a blurry dreamland.

Compared with the legendary utopia Avalon, this place is so immature and small.

John held out his hand to Merlin. He smiled and said, "It's a little late, but it's nice to meet you, Merlin."

"It is my honor, too, great Witch King, John."

Merlin reached out his hand hidden under the oak tree, and they shook hands.

"Magic is great, isn't it?" Merlin smiled. "You pursue it like an adventure with no end. It's fascinating."

"At the same time, I need to thank you for letting me return to my hometown. Although I cannot kiss the soil of my hometown, you have allowed me to touch the changed scenery."

Merlin's body gradually turned into dots 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 the Ice Box away. The miracles of magic are always open to you."

The golden light disappeared from the brain.

John was certain that Merlin had returned to Avalon.

That place is nowhere, a utopia that can only be reached by magic.

John's utopia is this pure white place without sky.

"I am the king," John said to himself, staring at the blue planet, "I am a monster, I am a god."

"who am I?"

John Wick?

John did not continue speaking. His consciousness was trembling and extremely blurry.

He roared, dark energy blooming in his eyes.

...

The shrinking golden flame sank into John's body.

It was like billions of the tiniest and most precise scalpels piercing into his body.

His heart was burned by the flames, and on the throne of the Eternal Witch King, the magic that bound his body completely surrounded him.

Magical rampage plus magic tower amplification.

John opened his eyes, black, gold, purple.

The three colors interweave to make his eyes magical.

His brain was in excruciating pain, yet he could clearly feel every bit of the pain.

As small as dust, as far as beyond the fog.

John only needs a thought to uproot the city.

Only his body can withstand the enormous magic power that is enough to penetrate the earth's core.

On the sword-like magic tower, golden runes lit up.

The overflowing magic power turned into a bridge that rushed into the sky.

It flew straight through the clouds to somewhere unknown.

Level 9!

Level 7 is the limit of a wizard, level 8 is where John is, and level 9's magic power is close to that of a god.

Mortal bodies cannot control the power of gods.

The body that could not be destroyed even by a nuclear bomb now showed signs of breaking.

He was like fragile porcelain, and golden blood flowed from every wound.

The golden blood covered his entire body, making John emit a dazzling golden light like the sun.

That light illuminated the entire magical kingdom.

In the golden light, only a pair of eyes mixed with three colors were not covered.

John grasped 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 gain his protection."

"Wherever you go, the sight of the Witch King will always be with you."

As the spell fell, the purple in his eyes disappeared.

The most powerful magic of all time, along with the blessing, falls upon every wizard.

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 is doing at this moment is similar in nature.

As long as wizards praise the Witch King, they can make him aware and even gain some energy from it.

This magic covers wizards all over the world and can let John know the difficulties encountered by wizards.

He is gradually becoming the omnipotent Wizard King in the magical world.

He couldn't make himself omnipotent, so he made himself able to see every wizard.

This is equivalent to splitting his consciousness and placing it on each wizard.

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Chapter 854: To Those Who Are Always Awake

John's wounds healed, and even without using the time corridor, his metabolism far surpassed that of a wizard.

The physique of a wizard is already beyond that of ordinary people, and his physique is even beyond that of a wizard.