Chapter 527 Target! Holsands Village!

Mike, who was far away in Ying Country, naturally didn't know what was happening in Mary Geoise.

In fact, he was still dispatching his troops to prepare for the next campaign to encircle and suppress Voldemort.

This was not an easy task.

You have to know that Mike's current stall was very large, and the only forces he could directly control were those dozens of elite wizards, and relying on just these few people was far from enough.

In this case, Mike needed to spend more time to deploy all the forces that could be deployed.

The first to receive the transfer order were the Los Santos Group fighters hidden in various anti-government groups. These people who were originally core members and agents were quickly withdrawn, and their departure also slowed down various anti-government activities in society. Even the Ministry of Magic breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't understand what happened, it didn't affect their publication of morale-boosting articles such as "The Chaos Will Pass" in the Daily Prophet.

In this regard, Mike and others all smiled and understood. They knew very well that as long as they didn't want it, this matter would never end.

The second company to receive the transfer order was the Muggle troops. Strictly speaking, this was not a transfer order, but a transaction.

Thanks to the last transaction with the Muggle Prime Minister, both parties tasted the sweetness, so this time, after receiving Mike's request for help, the other party directly sent out a much larger number of mechanized troops than last time, especially snipers. This was Mike's special request. He found that in a battle with Voldemort, ordinary heavy firepower weapons were basically useless. Only snipers, which were 100% unexpected, could play an unexpected role at a critical moment. The

Muggle Prime Minister agreed with this, but Mike knew very well that he would agree with whatever he said to him now, because this was a transaction worth 10,000 gold galleons. The Muggle Prime Minister was probably about to laugh when he returned!

In addition to these two companies, Mike also borrowed a large number of combat wizards from the Fry family. This family was completely friendly support, and Mike was very grateful for it.

And here, Mike's troops were finally assembled.

This time, he almost went all out and used all the power he could, just to destroy Voldemort!

During this period, Franklin once asked Mike, is it necessary to mobilize so many troops for Voldemort? In order to draw troops to deal with him, they even slowed down the most important rebellion plan and owed a large debt of favor to the Fry family!

But in the face of his inquiry, Mike said nothing, just rolled up his sleeves and beat the kid up.

The reason is simple. As his own confidant and a core member of the Los Santos Group, it is really embarrassing that Franklin can ask such a stupid question!

Anyone who has witnessed Dumbledore and Voldemort's actions will understand how big the gap is between ordinary wizards and legendary wizards!

Just like 0 and 1, these two numbers seem to be only one level apart, but any adult understands that everything is difficult at the beginning. The same is true for the process of advancing from 0 to 1. The subsequent changes from 1 to 100 are only quantitative changes, but from 0 to 1 is a process from nothing to something, which is a qualitative change! Although

Mike's current power is very large, if Dumbledore and Voldemort still retain the fighting power of their heyday, any of them can easily bury Mike and all his partners in the grave!

This is why Mike is so anxious to mobilize all his manpower to deal with Voldemort.

You must know that according to the information given by Kled, Voldemort is now in a state of serious injury.

With Voldemort, Mike feels that he has a chance to win, otherwise he will have no chance until the other party recovers.

As for whether Kled's information is wrong, Mike feels that this is not within the scope of his doubt, because Kled himself should also know that if his information is wrong and leads to the failure of Mike's action.

Then only death awaits him.

You have to know that Mike himself is not easy to mess with!

In the final analysis, this is still a world where personal strength is the first factor. No matter how many rubbish there are, they are not as good as a real strong man.

It's a pity that although Mike is only one step away from advancing to the legendary level, he has not made any progress. He has never been able to understand the hint that Dumbledore once gave him!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble at this moment. It would be enough to just sweep everything away!

"Alas!"

Thinking of this, Mike sighed heavily.

Franklin and others beside him also cast concerned eyes.

They were in the transport field under the magic drink factory. This spacious space, as big as a square, was already filled with combat wizards from the Los Santos Group and troops borrowed from the Fry family.

As for the Muggle troops, they had already ambushed in a base near the battle site in advance. As long as the frontal battle had started, they could go out to support at any time.

Not only that, Mike also prepared a large number of door keys connected to the Avery Secret Realm this time, so that the ants could also come to support.

Of course, the two armies mentioned above are just cannon fodder. The real main force against Voldemort is the group of fighting wizards in front of Mike now.

Although the number of these wizards is not large on paper, there are only a few hundred people, but as the saying goes, a hundred people form a group and a thousand people form a sea. The scene of such a large group of people gathering in such an underground space is still very spectacular. Mike and others standing on a high place can't even see the head of these people at a glance.

Such a group of elite fighting wizards who are all armed to the teeth, even a wizard in the legendary realm can't do anything to them in a short time, not to mention that Voldemort is now seriously injured.

Then add Mike himself and Arthur, two sharp knife combat forces that are only a hair's breadth away from legendary combat power, even the legendary wizard Mike can kill!

At this moment, Mike is extremely confident, looking down at the group of troops under him with his chest and head held high, and the heroic spirit in his chest is almost booming.

Beside him, Benjamin and others are in a similar state, and only Franklin cares about embarrassment and starts to shake with excitement.

But this time Mike did not blame him. Facing such a mighty army, how many people in this world could face it calmly?

Thinking of this, Mike smiled slightly and shouted loudly to the people below him:

"Let's go! This battle! Only victory is allowed! Failure is not allowed!"

"Yes! Sir!"

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Just as Mike issued the order to set off, Voldemort, who was far away in Hallsands Village, felt a sharp pain in his brow.

He instinctively raised his head and looked to the northeast.

But through the narrow window, he only saw a large locust tree dancing like a ghost in the night wind, and crows flying by from time to time.

"Death bird..."

Voldemort murmured softly, and his right hand unconsciously covered his left chest again.

There, now there was only a hole that allowed people to see the scene on the opposite side. The heart that should have been beating there was now nowhere to be found.

"Cough cough cough!"

Voldemort suddenly began to cough violently, and along with his cough, a large amount of black blood and internal organs were coughed out of his body.

There was a sound of pots and pans colliding outside the room where Voldemort was. Bellatrix rushed into the room with an anxious look on her face. She knelt down beside Voldemort and looked at the pool of black blood he coughed up and said with concern:

"Master! Your condition has worsened again! It's all my fault. I'm so useless. If I had the potion skills of Snape, you would..."

Voldemort stretched out his hand to stop him from continuing.

"Don't say anything. Even if Severus was here, he couldn't cure my injury."

Bellatrix wanted to say something more after hearing this, but then Voldemort put his skinny and pale hand on Bellatrix's side face and rubbed it gently.

Bellatrix stopped talking immediately. She closed her eyes with an intoxicated look on her face, and rubbed Voldemort's cold palm slowly like a kitten who had been acting coquettishly.

This period of time can be said to be the most comfortable days in her life. Although the glory of the past is gone, her beloved master finally has some of the gentleness of the past. Not only does he treat him gently, but he even touches her face gently every day. If possible, she would even be willing to exchange everything she has for such days to continue forever.

While Bellatrix was intoxicated, Voldemort's thoughts at this moment drifted to a few months ago.

At that time, he had just been wiped out by Michael's entire Death Eater army, so he naturally set his sights on the Ministry of Magic.

In his opinion, the Ministry of Magic is the best place to replenish troops. As long as he can defeat the Ministry of Magic and become the new owner of the Ministry of Magic by force, then there will be an inexhaustible supply of talents for him to drive.

This should be a very simple thing. After all, he had already confirmed that there were no legendary wizards in the Ministry of Magic.

But when he attacked the Ministry of Magic, an accident still occurred.

At that time, a burst of power that made him feel terrified suddenly broke out in the Department of Mysteries, which specializes in studying and storing mysterious items in the Ministry of Magic!

He was very familiar with that power. It was the power that Harry Potter's mother, the Muggle witch, used to defeat him more than a decade ago. It was an ancient power called * by Dumbledore!

Merlin testified! At that time, Voldemort almost despaired!

Fortunately, the conditions for releasing this ancient forbidden spell were extremely harsh. Last time, Harry's mother sacrificed her life and soul to defeat Voldemort. This time, the Ministry of Magic chose to sacrifice the lives of all members of the Department of Mysteries!

But just like the nature of the whole world, no matter how many miscellaneous ants there are, they can't defeat a real strong man. Similarly, although there are dozens of members in the Department of Mysteries, the power they get from consuming their lives is less than half of that of Harry's mother!

In the end, they could only barely penetrate Voldemort's heart and seriously injure him, but they didn't leave Voldemort behind.

Based on this incident, Voldemort felt that his luck should have turned. After all, if the Ministry of Magic had been more decisive at that time, he might have died on the spot if they had directly sacrificed the entire Auror team.

Instead of the current situation, as long as he is given some time, he can recover from his injuries and make a comeback.

But the fact is that Voldemort's luck has never been better.

Because he just escaped from the Ministry of Magic and met another pair of people who came to hunt him down.

Voldemort was also familiar with these people, because they all wore different wooden animal masks, and the styles of the masks were almost the same as those of the people he had seen in the resurrection ceremony!

Of course, this was secondary.

The most important thing was that the strength of this group of people was much stronger than the most elite Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. If it were a normal day, Voldemort would definitely tear them all to pieces, but now he was injured and could only run away!

At least Voldemort was confident in running away, after all, he had set a record of running away for eleven years without being discovered.

But the strange thing was that the group of masked people seemed to have mastered some means to track him, and no matter where he fled, those people could always find him!

This not only did not relieve Voldemort's injuries, but even began to worsen!

'Damn it! If it weren't for you...'

Thinking of this, Voldemort's expression began to become ferocious, and the strength of his hands also increased involuntarily.

In the end, Bellatrix's humming sound, which was as light as a mosquito's hum, still woke Voldemort up.

He looked at Bellatrix with a blank face, and found that the other party's face had been completely distorted by his grasping. The sharp nails on his fingers had already deeply embedded in the other party's flesh. The scarlet blood flowed freely from Bellatrix's snow-white skin and dripped on the ground.

But Bellatrix was holding back the pain. Not only did her expression on her face not show any pain, but she even enjoyed it.

"Pop!"

A strange sound sounded, and Voldemort pulled his hand away, and Bellatrix collapsed to the ground as if she was relieved, gasping for breath.

Looking at the other party's distorted face, Voldemort lowered his head, but did not apologize.

The Dark Lord would never apologize, and Voldemort's proud self-esteem would not allow him to apologize to a servant.

Bellatrix obviously understood this, and she just took a short break before leaning back on Voldemort, rubbing her intact half of the face gently.

Voldemort was relieved to see this, and he gently stroked Bellatrix's hair, looked up at the sky, and after a while he whispered:

"Bellatrix, run away."