Chapter 819:
"Did anyone tell you that the villain died by talking too much..." Zhou Ye used his forty-three feet to make intimate contact with Voldemort's flat face, and muttered: "If you talk too much, then You dare to call me little white face..."
Behind Voldemort, there is a ravine more than ten meters long, carved out by Voldemort's head...
"Darling, is this... is this being angry??" Sarah stared at her man in astonishment, stepping on Voldemort's head as if stepping on an ant...
This is no ordinary insult, this is wanton trampling on Voldemort's self-esteem...
"Killing Curse……"
"Be careful dear..."
"Little guy...be careful..."
"God..."
As Voldemort's life-suppressing curse hit Zhou Ye accurately, exclamations and screams sounded all around...
"Those who insult me will die without a place to be buried..." Voldemort's laughter came from under Zhou Ye's feet. He admitted that he was indeed frightened by Zhou Ye's actions just now, but—now, Victory still belongs to me...
Isn't sneak attack the most normal thing for villains?
Voldemort thought proudly, while he vigorously moved Zhou Ye's forty-three yards foot on his head, trying to get up, but... but found that he couldn't get up at all... That big foot was like a five-fingered mountain. , pressed him so hard that he couldn't move at all.
"Are you very proud?" Zhou Ye's voice sounded again...
The surrounding Death Eaters suddenly exclaimed...
In their imaginations, the person who was hit by the Avada Suo Life Curse would definitely not survive, but Zhou Ye violated this rule. The Doom Sutra hit him without causing him any harm... …
But this is also a normal thing.
If magic is really so versatile, wouldn't it be possible to destroy the entire earth by hitting the ground with a Bone Shattering Charm? To put it bluntly, it is still a matter of individual strength...
Although Zhou Ye's body at the moment looks no different from ordinary people, you must know that after so many times of strengthening, his body has long been out of the category of human beings...
To put it in a bad way, even if he runs a circle among the stars now, it's like taking a bath in a hot spring.
Voldemort's Life-threatening Curse hit him, and it was estimated that at most one cell would be wiped out of his body... Would Zhou Ye be afraid of such damage? ?
"Are you proud?"
"You are very happy?"
"Come on, give the uncle another smile!"
Every time Zhou Ye said a word, he stomped on Voldemort's face, and every time he said a word...
Voldemort felt the same sadness in his heart at this time as if he had suffered tens of thousands of DOGs...Immune to magic? How does Nima fight? ?
In fact, Zhou Ye is not immune to magic, it's just that there are too many differences in individual strength... Maybe only the magic of destroying the planet can make Zhou Ye feel a little bit of pain... Magic like Voldemort? Forget it...it doesn't count for a tickling.
"This is impossible……"
"The Dark Lord... how could the Dark Lord lose?"
"No...I don't believe..."
Watching his spiritual leader being trampled on by Zhou Ye like a worm, those Death Eaters were like mourning and examining their wives...
They couldn't believe that their leader was knocked down so easily by a big kid... They couldn't believe that the tried-and-true Unforgivable Curse hit Zhou Ye like a toy trick in vain.
No, it wasn't even as good as a toy trick. If it was a toy trick, it would at least be scary. Obviously - those life-threatening spells couldn't make Zhou Ye feel scared at all.
"Material, super awesome material...my exclusive material..." At this time, Rita Skeeter, who was beside the girls, was shaking with excitement.
She kept recording the scene in front of her with the magic camera in her hand...
The Dark Lord who was trampled under his own man's feet, and those Death Eaters' faces, with expressions like dead parents, this is really a perfect picture... The composition is so clear, the intention is so clear...
This photo and news is sure to win this year's Best Reporter Award in the Wizarding World...
"Kill him...kill the guy who insulted the Dark Lord..."
"Yes...kill him..."
"kill him……"
Guys whose ideals and idols are shattered are the most terrifying. When the group of Death Eaters realized that their idols had really been trampled under their feet by Zhou Ye and couldn't turn over, they all screamed wildly...
Kill him - as long as Zhou Ye is killed, no one will know that the Dark Lord has ever been defeated...
As long as Zhou Ye is killed, the Dark Lord is still invincible... Their pure-blood theory is still the best...
As long as Zhou Ye is killed, no one will mention anything that happened here...
Chapter 1162
Those Death Eaters who were standing behind Voldemort, ready to welcome their leader, the Dark Lord, who had returned victorious once again, took action. They raised their wands and waved towards Zhou Ye...
"Fractured..."
"Killing Curse……"
"Except your weapons..."
"Gouging out the bone..."
"Funny..." Hey, there seems to be some strange spell mixed in... Cough, don't worry too much.
"It's really a bunch of cute ants..." Zhou Ye smiled at the guy who was waving his magic wand at him. Since someone was eager to die... Then, he didn't mind, let these guys know that before death, The truth of equality for all.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ye raised his left hand, and a translucent golden barrier protected him. Although he wasn't afraid of those magic, it didn't mean that he liked being hit by magic...
It was only Zhou Ye's intention to be hit by Voldemort, otherwise, with his movement speed, Voldemort wanted to hit him, and it would be too early...
One after another, magic rays of various colors struck Zhou Ye's protective cover, and he remembered the ripples like water waves, but they were of no use at all...
On the other hand, Zhou Ye took out his wand in his right hand, and shot at the Death Eaters without hesitation...
Seeing that his companions fell one by one, finally, the remaining Death Eaters finally collapsed. They fled in all directions, like wild dogs who lost their homes, panicking and fleeing...
"That can't be done... I don't have any plans to guard against thieves every night..." Zhou Ye said as he stepped on it hard, and with a puff, Voldemort's head was like a watermelon, crushed by Zhou Ye's stepping on it. ...
Then, Zhou Ye's figure turned into a black hurricane——, catching up with the fleeing Death Eaters, killing them one by one with magic, of course... also spared a few small ones. A slippery fish.
When all this calmed down again—
In the entire arena, there was silence... Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhou Ye, as if they were watching an alien.
