Chapter 523： See the sun

Mike couldn't hear what Franklin said.

At this moment, he was already lying on the back of Thunderbird, and was carried by Thunderbird towards the terrifying waterspout at a speed almost comparable to lightning!

Beside them, countless lightning is surging!

I don't know whether it was Voldemort's instruction or the Thunderbird's special physique. Since Mike rode the Thunderbird, he found that all the lightning around him was converging toward them.

Fortunately, Thunderbird itself has a certain ability to control lightning. Under the control of Thunderbird, most of the thunder and lightning are all directed elsewhere by it, and the remaining lightning does not pose any threat to Thunderbird, on the contrary. It was absorbed by Thunderbird and turned into its high-speed energy source!

But this situation soon changed, because Mike and Thunderbird finally rushed into the scope of the waterspout!

As soon as he entered, Thunderbird slowed down under the influence of the hurricane, and at the same time a scream erupted in his mouth.

The bitter water knife mingled in the wind easily cut open the tough feathers of the Thunderbird, leaving dense wounds on its body.

A circle of blood mist suddenly exploded in the air, and the hazel feathers of the Thunderbird were completely dyed red in an instant, and the blue-white electric light entwined on its body was dyed scarlet!

The severe pain made Thunderbird instinctively want to escape here.

But at this moment, there was a tingling pain in its neck, and Mike, who had been lying on its back, had directly inserted the small half of the holy sword into the back of Thunderbird's neck.

This sudden change caused Thunderbird to give up the idea of ​​running away, and could only continue to rush forward in an almost tragic manner.

Fortunately, Mike was not a devil either. After confirming that Thunderbird had given up escape, he also took out his wand and created a huge strengthening armor curse that enveloped him and Thunderbird together.

The moment the shield appeared, there were dense crackling noises on its surface. Mike was surprised to find that those water drops hitting the translucent shield actually aroused dense sparks! This is simply unscientific!

However, Mike's attention quickly turned away from the spectacle of sparks on the shield.

Because the attack from the outside world was too violent, the strength of the shield he released was not enough, and he could only barely maintain it by outputting magic power.

Feeling the magic power being consumed wildly in his body, Mike once again felt the huge gap between ordinary wizards and legendary wizards.

Ordinary wizards can only use the magic power in their bodies to forcibly create supernatural phenomena, but the legendary wizards are able to mobilize the various forces that originally existed in nature at will. The magic power in their bodies only acts as a crowbar. The role of the consumption is so pitiful.

This makes Mike even more yearning for the realm of legend.

However, although their situation is very bad at the moment, fortunately, the speed of Thunderbird finally returned to normal after it released the shield. Judging from the current situation, they will soon be able to contact the waterspout body.

‘Next, it’s up to you, Arthur. ’

Looking at the waterspout that was getting closer, Mike thought instinctively.

And just as they were about to collide with the waterspout, Arthur on the ground below seemed to feel a sense of feeling in his whole body muscles suddenly swelled, and then, the silver sword held high in his hand finally fell!

A touch of silver-white sharp cut across the sky, shattering all wind, rain, thunder and lightning along the way, and instantly imprinted on the waterspout in front of Mike.

"Water cut!"

"Joooo!~"

A weird sound sounded, and the sword mark printed on the waterspout suddenly burst open, and a long hole was directly torn open on its body, revealing Voldemort who was cautiously entangled in lightning.

And the most amazing thing is that the gap that was cut by the sword light was not refilled by the current, but just stayed there abruptly!

Mike could even see the surprised look on Voldemort's face!

A flash of joy flashed in Thunderbird's eyes. It was driven by Mike along the way and was seriously injured, and now this painful journey is finally coming to an end!

Thunderbird screamed, and rushed into the gap with a sudden increase in speed!

The inside 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 on the sky here. The bright moonlight shines through layers of mist on the surrounding water wall that directly penetrates into the sky, making waves. Under the reflection of this light, Mike and Voldemort seemed to be in a kaleidoscope, extremely magical.

But at this moment, neither Voldemort nor Mike had the intention to appreciate this beauty!

After entering the eye of the storm, Thunderbird fell towards the sea as if exhausted all its strength!

But this is enough!

"drink!"

There was a burst of shout in Mike's mouth, and the holy sword in his hand was thrown fiercely. At the same time, a thick green glow mixed with several red glows also flashed out of his other hand, following the holy sword to Voldemort!

Upon seeing Voldemort's body, a strong magical power also burst out. The spells shot by Mike from far away were instantly bounced away, but the handle was directly torn Voldemort's hasty formation. The protective net, continue to stab!

Voldemort's face was distorted, he waved his arms frantically, and his endless magic power was swayed out as if he didn't need money, but this was useless, no matter how anxious he was, the holy sword was not affected in any way!

The situation is exactly the same as Mike had previously expected.

The so-called spell is too fragile in the eyes of legendary wizards like Voldemort, and they can completely destroy it with a wave of their hands.

But for the silver sword of the demon hunting sword like the Holy Sword, their usual defense methods are so weak.

Watching the holy sword approach its destination little by little, Mike's mouth gradually rose.

In order to prevent the opponent's magic power from affecting the holy sword, he didn't even impose the floating curse on the holy sword, but the holy sword thrown purely by relying on tyrannical physical power.

And now, his hard work is finally about to gain!

"Puff!"

The Holy Sword easily pierced the electric ball in Voldemort's chest. Under the action of the sacred power above the Holy Sword, the white electric ball instantly vanished.

And as the energy source disappeared, the infinite message on Voldemort's surface looked like a light bulb that was suddenly short-circuited, flickering a few times and then extinguished quickly, leaving only the scorched scars on the surface.

Voldemort looked at his hollow chest blankly, as if he still didn't understand what was going on.

But soon, his body was like a completely burnt match and began to disintegrate into ashes.

Voldemort stretched out his hand in horror, trying to catch the fly ash, but it was all in vain.

In the end, when it was about to dissipate completely, Voldemort finally woke up.

He slowly lowered his head to look at Mike who was falling with Thunderbird, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly:

"Do you think you won? I'm not dead."

After saying this, the remaining upper body of Voldemort also disappeared, and then the terrifying waterspout lost its source of magic power and began to collapse. The sea water that was swept up by the waterspout into the sky was mixed with various marine creatures falling from the clouds like raindrops, and formed it. A wonder of fish in the sky!

"Huhuhu!~"

Mike in the air panted and waved his magic wand, and then a thrust rose from the bottom, supporting him and the exhausted Thunderbird Thor slowly to the ground.

When he landed, Benjamin, Arthur and others also rushed there, everyone laughed and surrounded Mike in the center, cheering desperately.

Mike squeezed out a smile when he saw it. He didn't know why, but he always had an unknown premonition, as if the matter was far from over, and new dangers were approaching quickly.

But Voldemort was clearly dead, and he couldn't think of what else could threaten him now.

In the end, the fruitless thinking, he blamed all of this on Voldemort's death sentence. In his opinion, this sentence was completely that Voldemort wanted to add to his death before he died. All the Horcruxes had been destroyed. Now Voldemort has no possibility of resurrection.

But I have to say that Voldemort still succeeded, and Mike is indeed in a bad mood now.

After taking a long breath, Mike greeted everyone back to the base to celebrate.

After staying in this place, he felt a little twisted after all.

After hearing this, everyone agreed, imagining the celebration dinner later, and everyone couldn't wait to take out the door key and prepare thoroughly.

But when they actually pressed the switch of the door key, an accident 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 exclamation of the surrounding players, Mike's brows instantly frowned, and the wand and holy sword that had been put away by him also reappeared in his hands.

No one knows better than him, the door key made by the Los Santos Group will not suddenly fail in such a large area, so the direct cause of the current result is that the space blockade nearby has not been unlocked!

But Voldemort is dead!

Who is still maintaining the ban in this neighborhood? !

"Congratulations, Mike, finally defeated Voldemort."

Suddenly, an old voice sounded from behind Mike, and Mike turned his head violently with his wand in his hand, and saw that Dumbledore, who was already skinny as a skeleton, was looking at him with a complicated expression, and in his hand, the elder bone filled with the breath of time. A blue light was shining on the wooden wand.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Mike looked at the opponent warily, although his tone was gentle, but the wand in his hand pointed at the opponent never let go, "Why are you here?"

At this time, Benjamin and the others finally reacted. They all reduced the joy on their faces and dispersed into battle teams one by one and surrounded Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned a blind eye to everyone who had surrounded him, his eyes focused on Mike from beginning to end.

From his gaze, Mike felt extremely sad and disappointed, which made Mike instinctively turned his head and didn't want to look at him.

But considering that there are still people around him watching, in the end Mike used his perseverance to endure the discomfort and forced his eyes to look straight.

Upon seeing this, the sadness in Dumbledore's eyes became more intense, he just looked at Mike so quietly, and then slowly said after a long time:

"Mike, what do you...what do you want?"

"Huh?" Mike's expression stiffened, "I naturally want to destroy Voldemort and restore peace to the world."

Dumbledore shook his head slowly and said:

"Then you have got what you wanted, is it time to stop?"

"I do not understand what you are saying?"

"You know, you have always known." Dumbledore started to get excited as he said, "Why are you starting this dispute? So many people have sacrificed for it, this... Is it really worth it?"

Mike didn't speak, and to be honest, he was quite uncomfortable seeing Dumbledore's almost non-human appearance now, knowing that he could have avoided all this in the first place.

But the companions beside him didn't think so.

Franklin couldn't stand it all at once when he heard the words, and he snarled two steps forward:

"Of course it's worth it! This is fighting for their own interests! Why are those pure blood always superior? Why should we wizards of Muggle descent be stepped into the mud pit? Stop sucking blood? Didn't you send out the admission letter to ask us to come here to school? Since the world is full of malice against us mudbloods, why are you looking for us? Principal Dumbledore!"

Franklin's roar echoed in the air, and these words were like a sharp sword, deeply pierced into Dumbledore's heart.

The damp sea breeze hit Dumbledore with a sad expression head-on from the southwest, and his scrawny body suddenly faltered, as if he would fall down at any time.

Franklin also felt a trace of guilt when he saw it, and silently lowered his head and stopped speaking.

At this time, Dumbledore sighed deeply, choked and said:

"Sorry, my child, you have been wronged. But... we can take it slowly. The world is slowly getting better. I believe that one day that wonderful world will come true. We just need to take it slowly. of……"

"Why are we?" Franklin raised his head again The muscles of his face were twitching constantly, "Why do we have to wait? Do you know how difficult this day is? We can slowly wait for the world to change for the better, so can those pure blood not adapt to the suddenly changed world?"

Dumbledore's open mouth kept closing, but there was no sound from it, as if he didn't know how to answer Franklin.

In the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at the crowd that surrounded him.

But what you see is a pair of eyes full of hatred.

At this moment, Dumbledore's face grew older, and he finally understood.

Things have developed so far that the contradiction between the pure-blood wizard and other races has been completely irreconcilable.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and looked at Mike, who had been silent.

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