Chapter 411: The Wizarding War in the Mediterranean

Senior Tom didn't take the small riot in England seriously at all. At this moment, a beautiful woman was sitting in a cafe on the street in Rome.

The romantic Roman men all focused their eyes on her, and she seemed to enjoy being the focus of the crowd.

Then, a young man who couldn't resist the admiration in his heart stepped forward, ready to have an unexpected encounter with this alluring beauty.

The young Roman man came to Tom with some wild flowers he had picked up from the roadside and said, "Hello, my beauty. I wonder...?"

He hadn't even finished his words when a black flame rose from his body and thick black smoke briefly obscured the sky above the cafe.

The entire sky was instantly dyed in ink, countless dark clouds swept over the sky above Rome, and a sense of despair that the end of the world was coming surged into their hearts.

"Damned Distorted Order, since you can't give me what I need, I can only get it myself." Senior Sister Tom's blood-red pupils became brighter and brighter.

Countless wizards took passage from Rome and prepared to cross the Mediterranean to start a wizard war with Egypt.

......

In Cairo, the capital of Egypt, underground in the pyramid, wizards specially used the traceless extension spell to transform the entire pyramid, making it a small world that can accommodate tens of millions of people.

Although there are only a few million converters in the entire European continent at present, it does not prevent them from reserving a larger space to prepare for a rainy day.

As the current head of the solar ship, Amin spends all day exploring the treasure ship left by the Egyptian wizard, hoping to find some powerful ancient magic and become a wizard...

That day, Amin wanted to go to the Sun Boat again as usual, but was suppressed by a curvy figure with a fist.

"You went out to play again." Noura shook his fist.

"Well, we just want to prepare for the upcoming war." Amin said confidently.

"Ah." Noura sighed, "Look at this."

She took out a newly completed report and handed it to Amin.

"!!!" Amin's eyes swept across the report, and a question mark appeared on his forehead at the first moment.

"You must be kidding me. Where did she get an army of 50,000 wizards?"

Amin slammed the report on the table in disbelief, and Edmund walked in at that moment.

"I heard that Voldemort is heading south?" Edmund was still well-informed, and the two people in the office nodded to him at the same time.

"Fifty thousand is too large a number. How many people can we mobilize?" Amin looked at Nura.

"Although we have stepped up the training of the people sent by Master Aiden, among the 500,000 people, less than one-tenth of them can actually be deployed to fight."

Nura sighed and in her heart complained a little about her teacher who was a hands-off person.

"Less than one-tenth? The number of people is barely equal, but who will deal with Voldemort?" Armin frowned.

Since the death of the previous captain, there have been few wizards in Egypt who have independently explored the spiritual path. In addition, the Solar Ship requires a lot of manpower to maintain and they have to be vigilant against the turmoil in the deep world. They simply do not have the high-end combat power to fight against Voldemort.

“Well, when you are in doubt, ask your teacher, the great master above the gray fog…” Amin began to pray without any hesitation.

Gray mist quickly condensed on the solar boat, and the silent stone rang for a moment and then disappeared.

“Has it come to this?” Amin reached out and scooped up a handful of gray mist, then was hit on the head by Shadow’s punch.

"I know about Voldemort. You can quickly screen capable wizards through war." Aiden shook his head, seeming a little uncomfortable.

"As for Senior Tom, I want to leave her to you." Aiden pointed at Edmund.

“Me!!??”, “He!!??”

Edmund was not the only one who was surprised. Armin was also surprised. He asked before Edmund did, "How could he possibly fight against Voldemort, the embodiment of chaos?"

"Give yourself some confidence. You have anti-entropy and... Anyway, just try it yourself." Aiden ignored Amin, blinked at Edmund, and then turned into gray mist and dissipated.

"It's over. The teacher is going to abandon Egypt. Let's pack our bags and run away." Amin grabbed his hair and pulled it out.

"Okay, stop catching them. There aren't many anyway." Nura combed Amin's hair in a joking manner.

"Teacher asked us to fight her and we are sure we can beat her. I believe in the teacher."

"Then, let's act." Edmund stood up, and as his magic power flowed, every movement he made seemed to leave afterimages.

Military deployment is undoubtedly a very cumbersome matter, but fortunately, the existence of magic has greatly improved the efficiency of wizards' warfare.

After all, food and water can be supplied in large quantities with the help of the Traceless Extension Spell, the weapon is just a small wooden stick, and these people can even teleport.

When an army has no logistical constraints, its mobility and destructive power will increase exponentially.

On the third day of Egypt's mobilization, war broke out over the Mediterranean Sea. Countless wizards cast spells in unison, and the flashes of magic even illuminated the Mediterranean Sea at night into day.

When the war reached its climax, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the Egyptian wizards hard.

Then, in the ocean of collective subconsciousness, a cathedral arose, made up of the bones of strange races.

He crossed the boundary between illusion and reality and descended into the real world. Thunder and lightning struck the church fiercely and then dissipated.

"Egyptian wizards, hand over your agreement, and then I can let you go and let you join my army." Voldemort's figure appeared in front of all the wizards.

The blood-red snake pupils opened and swept across every wizard who faced her, and pairs of blood-red eyes opened in the hearts of each wizard.

"No", "No", "No", "Where on earth is it!"...

"My patience is limited. If you ask us to take it, none of you will be left behind!" Senior Tom threatened harshly.

“How about changing the tone of your school bullying that forces kids to give you money?” A green spell carrying its owner's murderous intent flew straight towards Voldemort.

"How dare you!" The two Death Eaters nearby saw their beloved master being attacked and immediately rushed towards the person who cast the spell.

Click, click, click, click——!

There was a sound of gears turning, and small blue drops of water began to drip from the sky. The Death Eaters who were touched by the drops began to slow down their speed.

The war was reversed in an instant. The Egyptian wizards seized this precious opportunity to counterattack, casting all kinds of powerful damaging spells, and many Death Eaters were beaten back.

"Huh" Voldemort took a deep breath and blew out a strong hurricane from his mouth, blowing away the clouds in the sky.

Then, a huge clock face that occupied the entire sky came into her eyes, and the position of its hour hand was constantly extracting the time of those Death Eaters.