The two of them appeared in a city like old friends.

Merlin stared at the stopped cars on the road.

He reached out his oak staff and tapped it.

"These things are interesting."

"Maybe you can check it out for something more interesting." John pulled the ground again, and they appeared at a research center.

Ostensibly a research center, it is actually a secret strategic stronghold.

Inside, the walls of the GIs are plastered with messages from wizards.

Some of the technologies that are being developed are mainly used to deal with wizards.

"Combine magic."

Merlin saw the magic crystal being placed on the machine to 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 swept over the technology, the structure inside creating in his mind.

In his hand, a weapon of the same structure appeared, "a weapon 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 switch on the weapon, but the weapon was not crafted, and the electricity shuttled through the mana crystal, causing it to detonate.

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 Kingdom."

"Use these people for your own benefit." Merlin admired John's approach, "Unjust, but right."

Injustice, but right.

This is John's consistent code of conduct.

He doesn't pursue justice, only what is right, and he can give wizards a respite from the crushing of Muggles, and he will kill tens of thousands of Muggles.

Measured by the number of Muggles killed alone, even the ten most evil dark wizards combined could not compare to him.

To Muggles, he was not a kind monarch, much less a benevolent god.

He is a monster, a monster capable of bringing the country to death with him.

He's right, only for wizards.

From a Muggle's point of view, he could be a shameless thief.

Although they could not see John, under the ideology, John had no body.

Wouldn't have been a wizard like Dumbledore.

Because morality binds those righteous wizards.

Merlin was not a righteous man, but rather a great man because of his great magical skills and contributions to the wizarding world.

And he is the god of magic.

Like the Witch King, seek strength and truth.

John takes Merlin and goes shopping all over the world.

The Civic of the brain is built at a different time than the outside world.

They walk in a world of pause, and if they are never lifted, this moment is eternal life.

Eventually, they arrived in Cornwall.

The footsteps that had been walking all the time stopped.

Merlin was wrapped in oak trees, and his face was filled with nostalgia for returning to his homeland.

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

Now that he is wearing an oak tree and returning to his hometown, everything has become different.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the legend of King Arthur and Merlin.

John's palms pulled up, and their bodies flew up into the sky.

The planet gets smaller and smaller at your feet, and finally they reappear in the Cidomain of the brain.

The endless white is like a blurred illusion.

Compared to the legendary ideal town of Avalon, this place is so immature and small.

John held out his hand to Merlin, and he smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Merlin, even though it's a little late."

"Again, it is my pleasure, great Witch King, John."

Merlin stretched out his hand hidden under the oak tree,

The two held hands.

"Magic is great, isn't it?" Merlin smiled slightly, "Your pursuit of it is like an endless adventure, fascinating."

"At the same time, I need to thank you for allowing me to return to my hometown, even though I can't kiss the soil of my hometown, but you also let me touch the changed scenery."

Merlin's body gradually turned into a little bit of light.

"Great Witch King, don't rush into the darkness of solitude."

Merlin's voice came from the universe through the ages.

"Try to be imperfect and enjoy this world for a while."

"You have this way, just as you can take away the Ice Box, and the miracle of magic will always be open for you."

The golden glow disappeared from the Civic of the brain.

John can be sure that Merlin is back in Avalon.

It's an ideal place that can only be reached by magic.

And John's ideal hometown is in 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 didn't continue to speak, his consciousness trembling and blurred.

He roared, black air in his eyes.

...

The shrinking golden flames sank into John's body.

It was like billions of scalpels that pierced his body with the finest precision.

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

Mana Rampage plus Magic Tower Amplification.

John opened his eyes, black, gold, purple.

The three colors are intertwined, making his eyes magical.

The pain in his brain was excruciating, but it was so clear that every trace of pain could be felt clearly.

It's as small as a fine dust, and as far as beyond the fog.

It only took one thought for John to uproot the city.

Only his body can withstand the colossal magic that can penetrate the center of the earth.

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

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

Fly straight through the clouds to nowhere.

Level 9!

Level 7 is already the limit of wizards, level 8 is where John is, and level 9 is close to the magic of gods.

Mortal bodies cannot control the power of the gods.

The body, which could not be destroyed by a nuclear bomb, showed signs of fragmentation at this moment.

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

The golden blood covered his body, giving John a golden glow as dazzling as the sun.

That light illuminates the entire Magic Nation.

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

John grabbed the Elder Wand and lifted it with difficulty.

"In the name of the Witch King," John said in a deep voice, "bless my people."

"Praise the name of the Witch King, and be protected by the Witch King."

"No matter where you are, the Witch King's eyes will always be with you."

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

One of the most powerful spells of all time has been blessed with every wizard.

Wizards once believed that Voldemort had placed a curse on his name, and that if he pronounced his name, he would know it.

And what John is doing at the moment is very similar.

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 what the wizard is going through.

He is gradually becoming the all-powerful witch king of the wizarding world.

He can't make himself omnipotent, so let himself be able to see every wizard.

That's quite

So he split his consciousness and fell on each wizard.

...