"Wow! For the first time, I knew that I was so good! Beside the white-haired young man, a person who looked exactly like him suddenly appeared, sweeping the desolate scene around him in astonishment. ybdu!

"Done?" Madara didn't look at the last wooden clone, and looked at the sky with his eyes intent.

"If you make a move later, I guess I'll be able to loot another temple! Well, now it's all ruined! The wooden clone pouted.

"You've been to the main temple?" Madara frowned slightly, he had a total of three wooden clones, the first two were recovered, and the last one was to go with himself to collect various items in the Temple of Olympus.

To put it simply, they sacked Mount Olympus and set the economy of the gods back an era, provided that the gods were alive, of course.

"Hmmm! Why don't you go and rummage through the ruins in front of you, maybe you can turn up an artifact! The wooden clone laughed.

"Forget it! Go on your own! I'm a little tired. Madara showed a hint of exhaustion on his face, no matter how strong his strength was, it was flesh and blood.

"Wait, I'll give you something good!" A transparent vortex appeared in the hand of the wooden clone, and a pot of wine appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Try this, and after you finish drinking, you won't get tired of destroying the earth!" The wooden doppelganger handed the flask to Madara.

"Hmm! It's quite fragrant, what kind of wine is this? Madara opened the lid and sniffed the wine inside, refreshed himself.

"I don't know! It is said that just a small sip of it can rejuvenate people. The wooden clone shook his head.

Goo!

Madara raised his head and took a few sips, only to feel refreshed. The exhaustion was gone, and now he felt that it would not be difficult to extinguish Olympus a few times.

"How? Not bad! The wooden clone laughed.

"Hmm!" Madara nodded and closed the lid. Carefully retract the flask into the Kamui space. This thing is exactly equal to the in-game Potion of Magic.

"You don't have to be so careful, we still have a lot more!" The wooden clone laughed.

"You got it from Bacchus?" Surprised.

"It's not! This wine is made by the goddess of youth! The wooden clone shook his head.

"I see!" Madara moved his neck thoughtfully, and stood up from the broken wall, "It's time for us to go." ”

"Will you go back now?" The wooden clone was surprised.

"yes!"

Madara spread out his palm, and a small bead appeared in his palm, which the wooden clone had snatched from Hades. Originally, he wanted to use teleportation to get out of here, but it was easier to have teleportation beads.

The wooden clone said no more, turning into a wooden stick and burrowing into Madara's body.

Spot crush the beads. A cloud of green gas enveloped him and disappeared into the stone wall.

Rumble!

In the distance, a broken wall collapsed and smashed to the ground, filling the air with a puff of smoke. There was silence all around. The desolate scene is like the surface of the moon.

Mount Olympus was finally destroyed by Madara Uchiha alone!

Empire State Building, New York, USA.

A figure suddenly appeared on the rooftop platform, wearing a strange white robe, stained with some blood, and full of murderous aura.

"The waypoint turned out to be here!"

Madara looked up at the iron gate, the gate to the divine realm was still closed, but it was useless to open it now.

"Let it all come back!" Madara floats upwards on his body.

Tens of thousands of people are in the air, and Madara is quietly suspended. Reciting a raw incantation in his mouth.

Thundered!

Lightning and thunder thundered in the night sky, and the lightning tower at the top of the Empire State Building was struck by lightning. Sparks fly. People on the streets stopped and looked in amazement at the strange sight that was rarely seen.

Sou!

Madara's figure disappeared into midair, and the next second appeared on the rooftop of the Empire State Building.

"Did it work?" Madara made a mark on his hands, and with a bang, he turned into an ordinary white youth and disappeared on the rooftop.

In Manhattan, New York, a white young man with a hood walked out of a secluded alley, with his hands in his pockets and a pair of eyes scanning the surroundings.

The white youth walked for a while, passed by a convenience store and bought a pack of cigarettes, came to a phone booth not far away, took out the coin he had just given change, stuffed it into the phone, and dialed a number.

"I'm Madara Uchiha!" The white youth leaned into a phone booth in a cold tone.

"Madara-sir, what do you command?" A respectful voice came from the other end of the line.

"You help find a guy named Sally. Young woman from Jackson, I'm waiting for your call. Madara said flatly.

"Yes!"

The president of the United States on the other end of the phone did not hesitate to accept Madara's instructions, if this call was known, Madara Uchiha would be famous in the world tomorrow, and then the president of the United States would step down.

Madara hung up the phone, walked out of the phone booth, dismantled the transformation, and came to the side alley, and when he came out a few seconds later, the robe had been replaced by a black trench coat and a black top hat.

Madara took out a cigarette, lit one, took a deep breath, leaned against the railing on the side of the road, and quietly looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"Hey! Dude, you're pretty handsome! A young black man walked up to Madara and said hello.

"Something?" Madara glanced at the black youth.

"It's so boring to smoke that, do you want to have some excitement." The black youth whispered.

"What does it mean to be stimulated?" Madara laughed.

"How about this, make sure you fly to the sky." The young black man glanced around, saw no one, and pulled out a small bag.

"I just came down from heaven and don't want to go up again." Madara snuffed out the cigarette butt and said nonchalantly.

"Yo Yo! You can save some for spare. The young black man looked clear and continued to sell his goods.

Jingle bells!

The phone rang suddenly, and Madara, the black youth, walked into the phone booth and picked it up.

"Mr. Madara, we've found a total of thirty-four Sully in other areas. Jackson, but not the one you said. The president said respectfully.

"I see! Can you do a few more things for me......" Madara whispered a few words and hung up.

Walked out of the phone booth and found the black youth still standing.

"I really want to fly now!" Madara glanced at the black youth, held down the black top hat, and flew into the sky, disappearing into the night.

Everything is back to normal, and the world is once again a world of magic, and there will be no more myths.

Smack!

The small bag in the hand of the young black man fell to the ground, looking sluggish.

London, United Kingdom, Ministry of Magic.

In the second half of the night, except for a few left-behind personnel of the Ministry of Magic, the others had already gone back to rest, but today was a little different, in the atrium hall of the Ministry of Magic, there were hundreds of sleeping bags, and hundreds of students were lying inside.

"Tomorrow, I must write a letter to my father!" Draco had his eyes open and had no intention of sleeping, in fact many of the students were whispering.

After all, I ran from Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the night, and obviously a fool knows that something is wrong.

"Did you hear me?" Draco didn't get a response, and glanced at Goyle and Crabbe beside him.

"Whirring ......"

Goyle and Crabbe snored and slept soundly, and it seemed that the two of them were fools.

"......" Drake glared at the two of them.

At the end of the hallway, Snape sat in his chair, calmly scanning the students.

"Professor Snape, go get some sleep! I'm here to continue the vigil! Flitwick yawned and walked over sleepy-eyed.

"No!" Snape's face was indifferent, still sitting in his chair.

In the minister's office, Fudge sat in a chair and Dumbledore sat across from him, two cups of tea on the table, and the two were relatively silent.

Sou!

A figure suddenly appeared in the room, carrying a cloth bag in his hand, Dumbledore glanced up, and saw that it was not Madara who came back, and frowned slightly.

"What kind of expression do you have! I've got you covered! The wooden clone pouted.

"Is it ......" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a strange color.

"Check it out! One of Voldemort's Horcruxes! The wooden doppelganger pulled out a golden trophy from the cloth bag and placed it on the table.

One of the Seven Horcruxes, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, appears!

"It's ......," Dumbledore stood up and looked at the gold cup.

"Sorry host! The subordinates are incompetent, and you are bothered to do it yourself! Fudge said apologetically.

"It's none of your business!" The wooden clone waved his hand.

"Where did you get it?" Dumbledore whispered.

"Gringotts Bellatrix's vault!" The wooden clone laughed.

Dumbledore frowned, thinking about something.

The wooden clone didn't care about Dumbledore, the golden cup floated into the air, his eyes flashed a trace of red light, and with a snort, a black fire appeared out of thin air, enveloping the golden cup.

Amaterasu starts!

"You ......" Dumbledore didn't expect the wooden clone to do so quickly.

"What is there to see! Hurry up and go to sleep. The wooden clone said impatiently.

"......" (To be continued......)