Chapter 530 Clearing the clouds and revealing the sun
Franklin said something that Mike couldn't hear.
At this moment, he was already lying on the back of the Thunderbird, being carried by the Thunderbird towards the terrifying waterspout at a speed that was almost comparable to lightning!
Beside them, countless lightnings were surging!
I don't know if it was Voldemort's instruction or the Thunderbird's special physique. As soon as Mike mounted the Thunderbird, he noticed that all the thunder and lightning around them were gathering towards them.
Fortunately, the Thunderbird itself has the ability to control thunder and lightning. Under the control of the Thunderbird, most of the thunder and lightning are directed elsewhere, and the remaining thunder and lightning do not pose any threat to the Thunderbird. On the contrary, It was absorbed by the Thunderbird and became the source of energy for its high-speed movement!
But this situation soon changed, because Mike and Thunderbird finally rushed into the scope of the waterspout!
As soon as it entered, the thunderbird slowed down under the influence of the hurricane, and at the same time a burst of mourning erupted from its mouth.
The harsh water jet mixed in the strong wind easily cut through the Thunderbird's tough feathers, leaving dense wounds on its body surface.
A circle of blood mist suddenly exploded in the air. The light brown feathers of the thunderbird were completely dyed red in an instant, and the blue-white electric light wrapped around its body was dyed scarlet!
The severe pain made the Thunderbird instinctively want to escape from here.
But at this moment, there was a stinging pain in its neck. Mike, who had been lying on its back, actually inserted half of the holy sword directly into the back of the Thunderbird's neck.
This sudden change made Thunderbird give up the idea of escape, and could only continue to rush forward in an almost tragic way.
Fortunately, Mike was not a devil. After confirming that Thunderbird had given up escaping, he took out his wand and created a huge reinforced armor protection spell that enveloped him and Thunderbird.
The moment the shield appeared, dense crackling sounds came from its surface. Mike was surprised to find that the water droplets hitting the translucent shield actually aroused dense sparks! This is simply unscientific!
But Mike's attention was quickly diverted from the spectacle of sparks flying above the shield.
Because the attacks from the outside world were too fierce, the shield he released was not strong enough at all, and he could only barely maintain it by outputting magic power desperately.
Feeling the crazily consuming magic power in his body, Mike once again felt the huge gap between ordinary wizards and legendary wizards.
Ordinary wizards can only rely on the magic power in their own bodies to forcibly create supernatural phenomena when releasing magic spells, but legendary wizards can mobilize various forces that already exist in nature at will. The magic power in their bodies only acts as a crowbar. The effect and consumption are simply pitiful.
This made Mike yearn for the legendary realm even more.
However, although their situation is very bad at the moment, fortunately, the Thunderbird's speed finally returned to normal after it released the shield. Judging from the current situation, they will be able to contact the waterspout body soon.
‘Then it’s up to you, Arthur. ’
Looking at the waterspout getting closer and closer, Mike thought instinctively.
And just when they were about to collide with the waterspout, Arthur on the ground below seemed to feel something in his heart, and his muscles suddenly expanded. Then, the silver sword he held high in his hand finally fell!
A silvery-white sharp edge suddenly cut through the sky, smashing all the wind, rain, thunder and lightning along the way, and was instantly imprinted on the waterspout in front of Mike.
"Stop the water!"
"joooo!~"
There was a strange sound, and the sword marks printed on the waterspout suddenly exploded, directly tearing a long gash on its body, revealing Voldemort who was hidden inside and was carefully entangled in lightning.
And the most amazing thing is that the gap opened by the sword light was not refilled by the water flow, but just stayed there abruptly!
Mike could even see the surprised expression on Voldemort's face!
Thunderbird's eyes flashed with joy. It had been seriously injured while being driven by Mike along the way, and now this painful journey is finally coming to an end!
The thunderbird chirped and rushed into the gap with a sudden speed!
The interior of the waterspout is a wonderful space.
Although there is still a lot of noise here, it is calm. There is not even a cloud in the sky here. The bright moonlight shines through the layers of water mist on the surrounding water walls that reach into the sky, causing waves. , under the reflection of this light, Mike and Voldemort seemed to be in a kaleidoscope, which was extremely magical.
But at this moment, neither Voldemort nor Mike have the intention to appreciate this beautiful scenery!
After entering the eye of the storm, the Thunderbird seemed to have exhausted all its strength and fell towards the sea!
But this is enough!
"drink!"
Mike shouted loudly, and the holy sword in his hand was thrown violently. At the same time, a rich green light mixed with several red lights also flashed out of his other hand, followed by the holy sword and flew towards Voldemort!
Seeing this, Voldemort's body also burst out with a strong magic power. The few magic spells fired by Mike from afar were instantly bounced away, but the handle directly tore through the hastily formed part of Voldemort's body. Protective net, continue to stab!
Voldemort's face was distorted. He waved his arms wildly, and the endless magic was swayed out as if for free, but it was all in vain. No matter how anxious he was, the holy sword was not affected in any way!
The current situation is exactly as Mike expected.
The so-called curse is too fragile in the eyes of legendary wizards like Voldemort, who can completely destroy it with a wave of their hands.
But for demon-hunting silver swords like the Holy Sword, their usual defense methods are so weak.
Seeing the Holy Sword approaching its destination little by little, the corners of Mike's mouth gradually rose.
In order to prevent the opponent's magic power from affecting the Holy Sword, he did not even apply a floating spell on the Holy Sword, but purely relied on the tyrannical physical power to throw the Holy Sword.
And now, his efforts are finally coming to fruition!
"Pfft!"
The holy sword easily penetrated the electric ball in Voldemort's chest. Under the influence of the holy power of the holy sword, the white electric ball turned into nothing in an instant.
And as the energy source disappeared, the powerful message on Voldemort's surface was like a light bulb that suddenly short-circuited, flickering for a few times and then extinguishing, leaving only the scorched black scars on the surface.
Voldemort looked at his empty chest blankly, as if he still didn't understand what happened.
But soon, his body began to turn into pieces of ash and disintegrate like a completely burned out match.
Voldemort stretched out his hand in horror, trying to catch the flying ashes, but it was all in vain.
Finally, just as it was about to completely dissipate, Voldemort finally woke up.
He slowly lowered his head to look at Mike, who was falling with the Thunderbird, with a strange smile on his lips, and said softly:
"Do you think you won? I'm immortal."
After saying that, the remaining upper body of Voldemort also dissipated, and then the terrifying waterspout also lost its magic source and began to collapse. The seawater swept up into the sky by the waterspout was mixed with various marine creatures and fell from the clouds like raindrops at high speed, forming a A wonderful sight of fish falling from the sky!
"Hufufu!~"
Mike gasped in mid-air and waved the wand in his hand, and then a thrust rose from the bottom up, supporting him and the exhausted Thunderbird Thor to slowly fall to the ground.
When he landed, Benjamin, Arthur and others also rushed over. Everyone laughed and surrounded Mike in the center, cheering desperately.
When Mike saw this, he forced out a smile. For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition, as if the matter was far from over, and new dangers were approaching quickly.
But Voldemort was obviously dead, and he couldn't think of anything else that could threaten him now.
In the end, after thinking to no avail, he blamed all of this on Voldemort's last words. In his opinion, these words were just that Voldemort wanted to cause trouble for him before he died. All the Horcruxes had been destroyed. There is no possibility of Voldemort being resurrected now.
But I have to say that Voldemort still succeeded, and Mike is indeed in a bad mood now.
After taking a long breath, Mike invited everyone back to the base to celebrate.
After all, he felt a little weird staying in this place.
After hearing this, everyone agreed, imagining the celebration dinner later, everyone couldn't wait to take out the door keys and prepare thoroughly.
But when they actually pressed the door key switch, something unexpected happened.
"Huh? Why doesn't my door key respond?"
"mine too."
"Is it broken?"
"Isn't it possible? This is a special product!"
…
Listening to the exclamations of the surrounding team members, Mike's brows instantly frowned, and the wand and holy sword that had been put away reappeared in his hands.
No one knows better than him. The door keys manufactured by the Los Santos Group will never suddenly fail on such a large scale. Therefore, the direct cause of the current result is that the space blockade in the vicinity has not been unlocked!
But Voldemort is dead!
Who is still maintaining the ban around here? !
"Congratulations, Mike, for finally defeating Voldemort."
Suddenly, an old voice sounded from behind Mike. Mike turned around with a wand in his hand, and saw Dumbledore, who was already as thin as a skeleton, looking at him with a complicated expression. In his hand, there was a bone full of time. The wooden wand was shining with a faint blue light.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Mike looked at the other party warily. Although his tone was gentle, he never put down the wand pointed at the other party. "Why are you here?"
At this time, Benjamin and others finally reacted. They all suppressed the joy on their faces and dispersed into fighting teams to surround Dumbledore.
Dumbledore completely turned a blind eye to the people surrounding him, and his eyes had been focused on Mike from beginning to end.
From his eyes, Mike felt extremely sad and disappointed, which made Mike instinctively turn his head away, not wanting to look at him.
But considering that there were so many subordinates watching around him, Mike finally used his perseverance to endure the discomfort and forcefully turned his gaze.
Seeing this, the sadness in Dumbledore's eyes became even stronger. He just looked at Mike quietly, and after a long time he said slowly:
"Mike, what... do you want?"
"Huh?" Mike's expression stiffened, "Of course I want to destroy Voldemort and restore peace to the world."
Dumbledore shook his head slowly and said:
"So now that you've got what you wanted, is it time to stop?"
"I do not understand what you are saying?"
"You know, you've always known." Dumbledore began to become emotional as he spoke, "Why do you want to provoke this dispute? So many people have sacrificed for this, this... Is it really worth it?"
Mike didn't speak. To be honest, he felt quite uncomfortable seeing Dumbledore's almost inhuman appearance now. He knew that he could have avoided all this.
But the companions around him didn't think so.
When Franklin heard this, he couldn't stand it anymore. He took two steps forward and roared:
"Of course it's worth it! This is for their own benefit! Why do those pure-bloods always stand tall? Why do we wizards of Muggle descent have to be stepped into the mud pit? Why do we have to be ignored by those people? Stop sucking blood? Didn’t you issue the admission notice asking us to come here to study? Since the world is full of malice towards us Mudbloods, why do you still come to us? Principal Dumbledore!"
Franklin's roar echoed in the air, and these words were like sharp swords, piercing deeply into Dumbledore's heart.
The cold and wet sea breeze hit the miserable-looking Dumbledore head-on from the southwest. His skinny body suddenly began to sway, as if he would fall down at any time.
Seeing this, Franklin also felt a little guilty, silently lowered his head and said no more.
At this time, Dumbledore sighed deeply and said with sobs:
"I'm sorry, children, for making you feel wronged. But... we can take our time. The world is slowly getting better. I believe that one day that beautiful world will eventually come true. We just need to take our time. of……"
"Why us?" Franklin raised his head again, the muscles on his face were twitching, "Why are we the ones who have to wait? Do you know how difficult it is to live like this? Since we can wait slowly The world is changing for the better, so can't those purebloods adapt to the suddenly changed world?"
Dumbledore's open mouth kept opening and closing, but no sound came out, as if he didn't know how to answer Franklin.
The next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at the crowd surrounding him.
But what he saw were pairs of eyes full of hatred.
At this moment, Dumbledore's face became older, and he finally understood.
Things have developed to the point where the conflict between pure-blood wizards and other ethnic groups is completely irreconcilable, and the two sides are bound to fight to the death.
Dumbledore took a deep breath and looked at Mike, who had been silent.
