Chapter 507 You Crazy

Amy sighed, she was just the first believer of King Weasley who spoke to Adams, and she couldn't speak at all.

Although the dark wizards on the fringes of wizards would try to figure out some ways to cast spells without a wand, after all, there is no way to be as powerful as holding a wand.

At least some powerful spells cannot be cast.

And Adams is the only one among the thirty or so people who holds a magic wand.

She looked up and saw thirteen huge icicles standing on a high ice layer, embossed with countless mysterious runes, and on the top of each pillar was a hollow circular prison .

Inside, each shut a big pyrene bear with purple antlers.

According to Adams, these great white bears were born with the breath of King Weasley, which must be the king's favorite sacrifice, so he planned to dedicate these thirteen magical animals to King Weasley.

in the form of a flame.

This seemingly crazy person always feels weird when speaking, and sometimes makes Amy feel creepy.

She regards Anthony Weasley as her belief, but it doesn't mean she becomes a fanatic, this is different!

completely different!

She also longs to have her own life, her own future, and everything she likes, instead of completely dedicating everything, including her soul, to the king like Adams.

This man is simply a demon!

Amy sighed, looked at the pitiful people around her in silence, thought for a while, and finally raised her finger, put it in her mouth and bit it hard.

The blood, with a strange purple-black gloss, dripped gently onto the snow-white ground.

"Udada, Ukundamo, Umomoda spleen..."

Weird pronunciation, with an inexplicable ancient and vast artistic conception, rippling with magic power.

Soon, there was a rustling sound, and the snow began to swell, and a centipede-like long insect with a black carapace crawled out of the ground with the arms of an adult.

One after another, there are about a dozen of them.

Amy's slender, white palm gently swayed over the black long worms, and finally put her fingers in front of one of the long worms, letting its sharp mouthparts bite her finger to suck blood.

This made her look very painful, she knelt in the snow, trembling slightly.

Finally, the long worm seemed to be full, and opened its mouth, revealing densely packed sharp teeth.

Amy touched its head gently, "Go back, you are pregnant, go back and give birth to the baby."

Then she took out a piece of sharpened stone flake from her pocket, stabbed the other black long worms to death one by one, and picked out their poisonous glands neatly.

"You find a way to cook them, it's edible."

As she spoke, she put her pale finger full of tooth marks into her mouth and sucked it.

"Oh, Amy, you are such a good boy." The old witch who begged Amy just now looked moved, pulled Amy's arm, put her injured finger into her palm, and covered her with the other hand. Up there, looking at her with a smile on his face.

After a while, she let go of her covered palm.

Amy moved her fingers in surprise, and there were no wounds on them, "Thank you."

"What a kind child, we are the ones to say thank you to you." The old witch was very emotional.

Amy pursed her lips, looked at these people, and then looked at Adams on the ice who was kneeling in the snow and muttering with his wand in his hands.

"I'll go talk to him."

It is not easy to climb up such a high ice layer. Without a wand, Amy looked helplessly at the vertical ice wall, which was 3 meters high and looked like a huge round platform.

In other words, this is an altar made by Adams using transfiguration.

At this moment, a middle-aged and burly wizard came over from the crowd. He first raised his hands, folded his palms together, and twisted his body like a fish.

Then, he fell head-on, and his burly body smashed into the snow one after another, blowing up a pile of snowflakes.

The wizard inserted his hands into the ground, turned them over so that the palms were facing up, then arched his back, let his knees bend on the ground, and then continued to shake his body.

Suddenly, Amy looked down in surprise, and there was a huge palm made of ice and snow holding herself up under her feet.

She wobbled and quickly stood still, feeling an unsteady jolt, and floated straight up.

In the end, Snowflake's palm was at the same level as the ice and snow altar. Amy looked down at the wizard who was still writhing in the snow, thanked him silently, and walked towards Adams who was raised on the edge of the altar.

"Adams, you, ah!"

Amy looked at Adams' raised face in amazement. One cheek seemed to be covered with short black hair, and the other was covered with short white hair. It looked extremely weird.

Especially in Adams' eyes, the white hair almost protruded, and the pupils became very large. There was a touch of paleness in the orange-yellow, and a touch of joy in the gentleness. On the other side of the black hair are green vertical pupils, full of glancing viciousness.

"Insufficient piety is complete impiety." Adams's face was distorted, and his teeth looked sharp. "You are not devout enough, I can understand that, after all, you don't have to encounter miracles like me."

"And I'm not devout enough, I can't forgive that."

"My king can't forgive either, he's taking back his power, I feel it..."

"But my king is so merciful, he gave me a chance, he still left me such a powerful magic power, the king is testing me!"

"Test you?" Amy looked at Adams' face and took a step back in fear.

"Yes, although I don't know what the king is testing me for, I can't guess what the king is thinking."

"But I, the most loyal believer, will definitely be able to meet my king again, as long as I offer these thirteen sacrifices."

Adams lowered his head sadly, his messy hair covered his cheeks, "Last time, I have enshrined my soul, my body, everything, and this time I have no way to use my Anything as a material for ritual magic."

"so……"

He raised his eyelids, his sharp eyes shot out from his hair, and he looked at Amy coldly.

"You came just in time!"

He raised the wand with the head of a bone frog in his hand, and pointed at Amy, "I think you are just right."

Amy was controlled to levitate and yelled in horror, "You madman, what are you doing, no, no, oh~"

Blood with black and purple luster flowed from her forehead, and the magic wand was lightly pressed against her forehead, and she gasped, only feeling that the magic wand was about to pierce directly into her skull.

"I'm not crazy." Adams' face calmed down, staring at Amy's face, "I'm a follower of the king."

Amy looked at him angrily, "No, Weasley is a boy with pure eyes, he would not let you do such a thing. When he arrested us, except for a few who planned to use the Unforgivable Curse Whoever hurt him, no one else fought back. I read about him, he did research to cure werewolves."

Adams narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems that you think I am a hypocrite, and you are the real believer?"

"Then let the king judge."

Saying that, the infinite magic power rushed into Amy's head along the wand, and strange rune patterns spread out from Amy's body, and used them towards the thirteen huge icicles.

Roar~

The big white bear with antlers on the icicle roared, and everyone was connected together by ritual magic.

At this moment, everyone saw Anton.

In the endless void, Anton looked at Adams angrily, waving his wand lightly, "You crazy!"

"Ah~~~~"

Adams let go of the wand feebly and fell into the snow.

Amy seized the opportunity and grabbed the blood-stained wand that was about to drop, "Avada Kedavra!"

The green spell light lit up and hit Adams in an instant.

"Ah~~~~"

Adams roared again, his eyes lost all luster in an instant, and the magic power in his body spewed out to the surroundings again along the ritual magic constructed by this road.

Amy only felt endless magic power rushing towards her body, and rushed towards the big white bear with antlers on the thirteen icicles along the runes spreading out of her body.

"You don't understand at all, how much I envy people like King Weasley, who can help so many people and change the world." Amy kicked Adams over as if venting her anger.

Boom~

Snowflakes exploded.

Adams seemed to be hit by a large truck moving at high speed, flew high, fell down along a parabola, and rolled to the bottom in front of the dark wizard.

Amy stared blankly at her feet, her mouth was still carried by the thoughts just now, "...I also want to be a good person praised by everyone, but I have no chance...I...I...God! "

She stared blankly at the cheering of the dark wizards below, and the roar of the great pyrene bear with antlers on the icicle, swallowed, and then looked up at King Weasley in the void.

But seeing King Weasley waving his wand to cut off all connections, the ritual magic dissipated in an instant.

And those endless magical powers are like a peaceful lake, slowly flowing out a small stream, quietly nourishing itself.

Amy raised her hand in a daze, and looked at the scars on the back of her hand, which had all disappeared at this moment, and she was as white as a newborn baby.

"Anthony Weasley..."

She really, she cried.

Crying and crying, her face became resolute, and she walked vigorously to the big ice bump where Adams knelt down just now, and looked down at these dark wizards, "I will take you back!"

As she said that, she looked back at the great white bears with antlers, "And you!"

No matter how difficult it is.

Yes, how difficult it was to return to the civilized world after she killed Adams, the only one who had mastered the transfiguration technique, from the extremely harsh conditions in the North Pole.