Chapter 579 Before Dawn

As the flames slowly dissipated, the Los Santos wizards on the first underground floor gradually completed the work of transporting supplies and began to control the Ministry of Magic from top to bottom.

At this time, the temperature inside the Ministry of Magic is still very high. Fortunately, Arthur and the wizards of Los Santos are well prepared. Their combat uniforms are equipped with special high-temperature-blocking spells. If that doesn't work, they can also use the heat-proof and moisture-proof spells manually. to protect yourself.

This device was added to the combat uniform at the beginning of its design. After all, their boss Mike is an expert in using fire spells, which means that the combat environment they will be in in the future will most likely have ultra-high temperature characteristics.

Although the overall structure of the Ministry of Magic is somewhat like a building, the space inside it is actually very huge, almost like an underground city.

It is absolutely impossible for a mere twenty Los Santos wizards plus Arthur and others to control such a behemoth.

But things are different now.

Under Mike's fire attack, the entire Ministry of Magic has almost become a dead place.

All the Los Santos wizards had to do was to enter the floors filled with debris and ash, carefully search for possible survivors, and clean out the few bodies that still had intact shapes.

This is not a difficult task, it is just very disgusting. Mike thinks he is incapable of doing it. Only the elite Los Santos wizards who have been tempered by the battlefield and have lost their ability to empathize will do this. This kind of work is indifferent.

On the other side, Paklo is also having a hard time at the moment.

With the support of a man in black robes, Pikero panted heavily and walked tremblingly towards the Department of Mysteries.

Although the injuries in his body have been initially stabilized under the treatment of his men, there are still more serious problems facing them at this moment.

He was trapped in the Department of Mysteries with the Silent Men of the Department of Mysteries and the remaining Aurors in the Inquisition, unable to escape.

And due to the impact of the previous Voldemort incident, the number of Silent people is now greatly reduced, and they only account for a small part of Piklo's troops.

This is a very bad thing, because triggering the dangerous object hidden in a door that can never be opened in the Department of Mysteries requires the Silent Man's precision and the sacrifice of a large number of lives.

When the number of people is insufficient, not only can they not draw out the power inside for their own use, but they may also suffer backlash.

And the Aurors, who accounted for the vast majority, were generally not very powerful in combat.

You must know that the Inquisition has always been a nursing home department within the Ministry of Magic. The Aurors who can stay here and work the night shift are all disabled old men. It is absolutely nonsense to expect that these people can still fight.

However, Paklo did not expect them to be able to stop Mike. For Paklo, the only purpose of their existence was to be eaten as sacrifices by the objects contained in the Department of Mysteries, and then turned into power to attack Mike.

In fact, these are not big problems. If there are fewer people, there will be fewer people. If the combat effectiveness is weak, the combat effectiveness will be weaker. Anyway, the enemies now dare not invade because they are afraid of the power of mysterious things. They have plenty of time to deal with the enemies.

But Chris's lack of reply made Parker instinctively feel a little uneasy.

You must know that although it is a cross-border transmission, the transmission interface within the Ministry of Magic has also been controlled by the enemy.

But with Chris's terrifying strength, anyone who wanted to come back would have already come back.

'Mr. Flint, could he be...'

Piklo thought so, and shook his head quickly to throw all these bad thoughts out of his mind.

Then, he raised his head and stared at the gray-white light film above everyone's heads, his eyes filled with haze.

At the same time, Arthur, Franklin and others, who have completely controlled the Ministry of Magic, have also gathered around Mike.

Arthur held a silver sword in both hands that was emitting soft light around him and handed it to Mike.

Suddenly Mike's eyes were filled with smiles.

This is the holy sword that Mike had taken away from the Ministry of Magic. With it, Mike really has the possibility of killing Chris.

So far, half of their plan has been successful, and the remaining half is naturally to deal with the enemy boss Chris Flint.

Of course, the battlefield for the decisive battle with Chris is not within the Ministry of Magic.

Mike is not that stupid. He chooses to fight Chris in the Ministry of Magic even though he knows that there is an unknown power stored in the Department of Mysteries.

If Chris joins forces with the remaining forces of the Ministry of Magic still hiding in the Department of Mysteries, they will definitely suffer.

Moreover, the Ministry of Magic is now the core of power in the wizarding world in the country, and Mike has no intention of destroying it and changing the place of governance.

If the battlefield is really chosen here, then the battle between the two legendary wizards will inevitably turn this place into ruins, which is what Mike does not want to see.

After sizing everyone up for a moment, Mike nodded with satisfaction.

He reached out and took out a teacup from the pocket of the Traceless Stretch Spell he carried with him and placed it in the center of the field. Then he slowly said to everyone:

"Are you all ready?"

No one answered, but their firm eyes had already told Mike the answer.

Mike nodded again and took the lead in activating his magic power to reach out and touch the teacup on the ground.

…

Paris France.

In this world-famous fashion capital, an extraordinary battle that is enough to shock the jaws of witnesses is taking place at this moment.

Countless strange people wearing strange clothes, with a pair of plush ears or a tail sticking out of their pants were emerging from all corners of the city and rushing towards a brown-haired young man on the central street of the city.

Although each of them looked like naughty kids wandering the streets on Halloween looking for people to extort candy, their attacks were extremely ferocious.

For example, those guys in fancy clothes can shoot colorful beams of light with small wooden sticks in their hands.

At first passers-by thought it was fireworks, but later facts proved that they were wrong, very wrong.

Those were as lethal as bombs, and the stray bullets alone killed more than a dozen passers-by watching the show.

There are also the stones thrown by giants, the bows and arrows shot by harpies in the air, the explosions caused by goblins, the fangs and claws of vampires and werewolves...

All of this directly turned Central Avenue into a real battlefield.

It stands to reason that, covered by such powerful firepower, the besieged person should have been reduced to ashes long ago.

But the opposite is true.

The brown-haired young man who was surrounded by monsters was a monster far more perverted than those monsters!

Facing the attacks that were coming towards him like a gust of wind, the brown-haired young man acted lightly.

I saw the wooden stick in his hand swinging continuously, and the air around it began to twist.

Immediately afterwards, all attacks directed at him became distorted and deformed in the twisted air.

Those colorful beams and arrows were not bad, after all, they could not harm their original owners.

But those monsters responsible for melee attacks are out of luck.

Under the influence of that strange and huge force, they were crushed into puddles of flesh before they even had time to scream.

This astonishing scene made the surrounding passers-by scream in shock. Everyone felt that this was basically a suicide attack like a moth flying into a flame.

In fact, contrary to what the onlookers thought, although the brown-haired young man Chris seemed to be coping at the moment, like a god of war, he was extremely anxious in his heart.

He was originally having good discussions with the French Minister of Magic within the French Ministry of Magic on the deployment of Auror troops.

The other party did not dare to refuse the request of this legendary wizard. In front of him, the newly appointed old woman minister looked as humble as a mudblood.

This reaction was exactly what Chris expected. Therefore, seeing that the other party was so understanding, Chris gave up the idea of ​​​​creating something within the French Ministry of Magic to show the other party his force.

But at the most critical moment of the negotiation, he received a message - the Ministry of Magic was attacked, return quickly.

After receiving the news, Chris was naturally very anxious and rushed back to the country with the French Aurors who had just handed over command.

And from this moment on, things became magical.

First, countless inhuman intelligent creatures appeared from nowhere and attacked him, and then even the French Aurors he brought with him turned against him and began to attack him as the temporary commander.

This gave Chris a huge headache.

Because although these guys are not strong enough and he can kill them easily, their number is ridiculously large. No matter how he kills them, more people will always come out from all directions and attack him without fear of death.

Thanks to the efforts of those inhuman intelligent creatures and the French Aurors, the fact now is that Chris is dragged in France and has no ability to support the Ministry of Magic of France.

"ah!"

A huge roar came from Chris's mouth.

Then a terrifying pressure wave formed around him and rippled around him.

Facing the special pressure wave formed by the squeezing of air, everything around him turned into piles of twisted and deformed debris, and even the road under his feet was greatly distorted.

With this pressure wave, Chris successfully cleared all enemies within 20 meters around him.

He stared ferociously at the inhuman intelligent creatures that were quickly gathering around him, his eyes already turning scarlet.

Ever since he left the French Ministry of Magic, the brooch-like communicator on his chest had been vibrating.

Chris didn't need to look to know that this must be Parker asking for help.

But now, the annoying vibration has stopped.

Chris would not be naive enough to think that Paklo had already dealt with the intruder.

The most likely reason why Piklo stopped sending help messages is that the Ministry of Magic has been completely breached.

This made the anger in Chris' heart burst out uncontrollably.

"ha!"

Another loud roar came, and a pressure wave even greater than before suddenly appeared, directly crushing the inhuman intelligent creatures that had gathered again, and also collapsed a nearby tall building.

At this moment, Mike and others, who had been transported here through the transnational door key, were looking at the scene on Chris' side from the rooftop of a building in the distance.

Franklin, Benjamin and others were all shocked after seeing the huge damage caused by Chris, even Arthur, who was second only to Mike in strength in the Freemasonry, was no exception.

But Mike chuckled and shook his head.

Compared with the United States, France is a very open country. In a sense, French wizards do not even pay as much attention to blood as the United States.

Just as the proud and elegant French people in later generations were gradually dyed from white to dark colors, the wizards in France today have also been eroded by the foreign blood.

This change has both advantages and disadvantages. Later France relied on a large number of cheap foreign labor to quickly complete its economic recovery after World War II. Today, the French wizarding world also relies on its tolerance of other races to become the most dynamic wizarding country in the world.

In the eyes of the senior officials of the French Ministry of Magic, this deal was undoubtedly earned with blood.

Otherwise, the principal of Beauxbatons would not be a half-giant half-blood witch, which would be extremely ridiculous in other countries.

And it is precisely because of its country's lack of emphasis on blood, or in other words, its openness, that France does not strictly restrict the entry of wizards and even non-human intelligent creatures from other countries like the current country.

This allows those non-human intelligent creatures that are firmly blocked from the country by the Ministry of Magic's border management department to easily enter this neighboring country of the Republic of China.

This is another main reason why Mike chose the battlefield in France instead of the United States.

Only here can Mike safely and boldly use all the power at hand to deal with Chris!

Another important reason is that no matter how much noise Mike makes here, he does not need to bear the consequences himself.

Just like now, Chris and an army of inhuman intelligent creatures are fighting in the center of Paris, causing damage and Muggle sightings that can be said to be extremely serious.

But Mike is not responsible for this at all, because no one dares to hold him and Chris accountable, the two legendary wizards. After all, this is a world where strength is respected.

And in the end, the French Ministry of Magic will have to clean up the mess here.

Thinking of this, the expression on Mike's face gradually became serious.

He looked at the inhuman intelligent creatures in the distance who were not afraid of death and once again organized an attack that was no different from suicide. Then he turned his head and said to Arthur and others behind him:

"Okay, it's our turn to appear. Please keep a safe distance for a while, okay? You are all my best brothers, and I don't want you to fall before dawn."