Chapter 492: The Severely Injured Magical Congress

To the Director of the American Auror Office, although Voldemort looked quite powerful, deep down he did not take the offender seriously.

He had never seen Voldemort fight in person, and his knowledge of the dark wizard was limited to a few lines in intelligence documents. In those documents, Voldemort's main achievements were all confined to the small island of Britain.

In his opinion, truly terrible dark wizards would never confine themselves to one country.

Grindelwald decades ago was the one who truly made the whole world tremble - the war that man started almost burned across the entire wizarding world, and every battle is still fresh in people's memory.

In comparison, Voldemort's reputation is more like a gimmick created by the British wizards themselves, and is completely incomparable to the first generation Dark Lord Grindelwald.

What's more, this is the territory of the American wizarding world, not the incompetent British wizarding world.

This continent has never lacked top Aurors. Even Grindelwald was once captured and imprisoned by the elite Aurors of the Magical Congress.

The current Dark Lord is nothing more than a product of the civil war within the British wizarding world!

He was called the Dark Lord only because he killed so many people and his methods were too cruel.

The British Ministry of Magic is so incompetent that they are stumped by an immortal being.

The Director of the Auror Office complained a little in his heart, then looked at the elite Aurors gathered beside him.

His eyes swept across those high-spirited faces, and then glanced at Principal Agilbert - the strength of this Ilvermorny principal was second to none in the whole of America. With such a strong lineup, he was confident that he could pin the opponent down here.

By then, the Magical Congress will be able to laugh at the British Ministry of Magic and let them see who is the real boss of the world.

However, the fantasy is very rich and the reality is very skinny.

A dazzling green light flashed, and the Auror Office Director's fantasy was torn apart.

Before he could react, he fell to the ground with lifeless eyes. And Voldemort didn't even look at him, as if he was just an insignificant insect.

The Aurors were stunned, they never thought that their boss would be gone after just a single encounter.

"Attack!" Egilbert shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't hold back, use your most powerful spell!"

There was no need for his reminder, as various spells attacked Voldemort like a violent storm. However, those bright lights were unable to break through the silver light shield that Voldemort casually summoned, and only created ripples on it.

"That's it?" Voldemort tilted his head slightly, revealing a bloodthirsty smile. He raised his wand and waved it lightly. With a low hum, the air seemed to be torn apart, and violent power swept out.

boom--

With a deafening explosion, the Aurors in the front row were blown away by the powerful shock wave and fell heavily to the ground, blood spurting out of their mouths, and even their wands flew out of their hands. They didn't even have time to cast a second spell before they fell to the ground, their life or death unknown.

"Be careful!" Gilbert warned loudly, waving his wand to summon a golden shield, trying to block Voldemort's next attack.

However, Voldemort just sneered, and gently waved his snakewood staff. The golden shield instantly disintegrated into countless light points, and Gilbert's face turned pale in an instant.

"Use the Killing Curse, everyone use the Killing Curse!" Agilbert tried to command the remaining Aurors to continue to fight back, "Don't hesitate, hesitation means death."

The magical fluctuations around him almost reached their limit, and dozens of green rays of light shot towards Voldemort at the same time. However, all these deadly spells hit the giant pythons that suddenly appeared.

Under the effect of Transfiguration, the surrounding trees turned into giant pythons, and then like a tide, they pounced madly on the surrounding Aurors, forcing them to hide everywhere.

"Too weak... I thought you could let me have more fun." Voldemort sighed, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He casually threw out a silent and lightless spell, which fell into the array of Aurors.

In an instant, several Aurors were cut in half as if by an invisible sharp blade. Screams rang out one after another and the scene became chaotic.

"Severus's spell is quite interesting. It's a waste of his talent to just ask him to brew potions."

Voldemort curled the corners of his mouth, very satisfied with the power of this spell.

Gilbert's face turned pale as he suppressed his inner fear. Unlike the Director of the Auror Office, he had not let down his guard at all after witnessing the other's spell.

However, although he had overestimated the opponent as much as possible, this monster with absolutely overwhelming strength still made him feel despair.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all!

Since the war began, they have not even been able to force Voldemort to retreat a single step.

The other person still stood there, like a black statue, staring at them coldly with scarlet eyes, as if mocking their incompetence.

Dumbledore's warning echoed in his ears. Gilbert once disagreed and thought that the other party was somewhat exaggerating.

But now he understood that it was not an exaggeration at all, but the naked fact - Voldemort was indeed the biggest nightmare of the entire wizarding world.

Merlin, what now?

Gilbert's thoughts raced, but he couldn't find any effective response strategy in his mind.

The current situation is extremely critical. Continuing to fight will only result in more Aurors being sacrificed in vain, and Voldemort can easily win without even making any extra moves.

He quickly glanced around and saw the fallen Aurors, and a deep despair welled up in his heart.

No more delay!

If it drags on, not only will the entire army be wiped out, but the entire MACUSA will also be severely damaged.

"Everyone retreat! Notify the Magical Congress to enter a special combat readiness state!"

Gilbert made a quick decision, but his voice was completely muffled by a black spell.

Voldemort waved his wand again, and this time, he did not hold back at all.

A beam of inky black light streaked across the sky, and Gilbert fell heavily to the ground with unwilling eyes. The remaining Aurors completely lost their fighting spirit and ran towards the school gate shouting. Only when they got there could they use Apparition to quickly leave here.

"Boring, so boring." Voldemort stood in the center of the ruins, a trace of boredom flashed across his face. He did not kill them all, but let the Aurors flee into the distance.

He needed to leave some people alive so that they could spread his reputation through their own mouths.

"It's getting late. It's time to pick up those loyal servants."