Chapter 528 A difficult war of attrition

"Why!"

Bellatrix raised her head suddenly and looked at Voldemort in disbelief.

She even suspected that she had heard it wrong. After all, she was the only Death Eater around Voldemort. If she left, Voldemort would be alone.

Voldemort knew this very well, but he still stroked Bellatrix's hair and repeated:

"Run away. If you don't run, you won't be able to escape."

Voldemort spoke in a very gentle tone, which was very rare for him, but at this moment he was expressing his true feelings, because he was really grateful to Bellatrix for being willing to follow him even to the end.

It was for this reason that Voldemort didn't want Bellatrix to die here.

"No! I'm not going anywhere!" Bellatrix hugged Voldemort desperately, tears falling from her eyes, "I want to be with you even if I die!"

"You really... want to be with me even if I die?" "

Of course! This is what I've always dreamed of!"

Hearing this, Voldemort's cold vertical pupils trembled slightly. He reached out and gently took out the wand and said:

"Thank you."

The next moment, the sharp wand pierced Bellatrix's heart.

Bellatrix groaned, looking at Voldemort's face infatuatedly, as if she wanted to reach out and touch it.

But in the end, as Voldemort pulled out the wand inserted in her chest, she fell to the ground as if all her strength was drained away, and gradually lost her life.

Looking at Bellatrix's body, Voldemort's originally trembling eyes gradually became cold.

He looked through the window at the swaying tree ghosts outside the window, and suddenly leaped through the ceiling and flew out!

Hallsands.

This is a small fishing village located on a sea cliff in Devonshire. Its special feature is that it is remote enough, but there are few residents.

A hotel, a few farmhouses, and two dilapidated houses under the sea cliff are all this small fishing village has.

Voldemort, suspended in the sky, stared at this small fishing village with cold eyes. It was the typhoon season. Under the influence of the terrible hurricane from the Atlantic Ocean, Voldemort's robes and everything around him were dancing wildly. Behind Voldemort, the terrifying huge waves were wrapped in endless power and continuously hit the sea cliff, making a huge noise.

Voldemort in the sky was still looking at this small fishing village seriously. He always believed in his premonition. Since he had sensed that the deadly danger was approaching, then this place might very well become his burial place tonight.

The former generation of demon kings had to sleep forever in such a remote fishing village.

This is really too shameful!

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help but close his eyes and sighed.

He could have escaped, although he was now seriously injured, so seriously that there was almost no hope of recovery, but as a legendary wizard, he could still run if he wanted to.

But in the end, he chose to fight!

As the Dark Lord! The strongest man in the world! He couldn't be dragged to death like a puppy!

Even if it was death! He wanted the world to hear his voice! Let those who hunted him see! His last backbone as the Dark Lord!

In the darkness, a pair of golden vertical pupils suddenly opened, and Voldemort looked at the northeast with murderous eyes.

At the same time, it was unknown whether it was a coincidence or an illusion.

As Voldemort opened his eyes, a burst of golden light burst out, and the terrifying hurricane that swept the earth nearby also suddenly increased a lot. The farmhouses that were still struggling on the ground were torn into pieces and disappeared into the horizon!

At this moment, a thunder suddenly fell from the sky and hit a field northeast of Voldemort.

As the electric current plowed out brown traces on the ground, black-clad men holding wands suddenly appeared on the field!

"Attack! Target Voldemort!"

With a roar from the air, all the black-clad men in the field took action and gathered together in just a moment.

They chanted the spells quickly, and a huge amount of magic power suddenly surged from the center, directly forming a golden shield to protect themselves!

This is the experience Mike gained after the last battle to encircle and suppress the Death Eaters.

Facing an enemy like Voldemort, blind attacks are useless. Only by doing a good job of defense and counterattack can there be a glimmer of hope for victory!

And this is exactly the case. The protective shield of the Los Santos wizards had just appeared, and the light green wind blades like raindrops whistled in, hitting the shield directly and turning into crystal fragments!

"It works!" Franklin, the temporary commander in the middle of the crowd, roared, "Fight back!"

"Yes! Sir!"

With Franklin's order, countless green lights flashed and shot out from bottom to top. The Los Santos wizards had no intention of holding back, and they used their strongest single-target spells at the first shot.

Unfortunately, Voldemort chose a very good battlefield.

With the help of the Atlantic hurricane, countless wind blades were easily condensed by Voldemort, directly covering all the killing curses of the Los Santos wizards. Countless

green lights suddenly exploded in the air, turning into green light particles and disappearing. The first wave of attack by the Los Santos wizards was officially declared a failure.

But Franklin and a group of Los Santos wizards were not discouraged by this. Wave after wave of spells were thrown out by them as if they were free.

Seeing this, Voldemort's mouth in the air also raised up, hooking a cruel smile.

"Thunder!"

Voldemort roared and pointed to the sky. The dark clouds that were rolling rapidly above everyone's heads suddenly became turbulent. Then, a scarlet red lightning suddenly fell and twisted to strike the shield of the Los Santos wizards.

Unfortunately, just as the red lightning was about to touch the shield, a crisp bird cry suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and a huge six-winged bird suddenly appeared on the shield and took the red lightning!

"Well done! Thor!"

Franklin waved his arms excitedly and shouted, and the thunderbird above everyone's head, which he named the god of thunder, also made a joyful crisp cry.

The red lightning was still all transformed into its own power. At this moment, countless red electric currents were constantly flashing on its surface!

The next moment! Thunderbird Thor opened his huge mouth, and there was only a burst of bangs. A red lightning that was not much weaker than before exploded from his mouth and blasted towards Voldemort at an angle!

Franklin below saw this and pressed down his hair that was twisted and erected due to static electricity, and smiled with some pride!

You know, it took him almost a month to tame this thunderbird, and he even had dark circles under his eyes for this. This is too exaggerated for a black man!

But Franklin felt it was worth it, because now this thunderbird has become one of their strongest fighting forces!

He was confident that even Voldemort would never be able to withstand the full-strength attack of the thunderbird!

However, the next moment, the smile on his face froze.

Because facing the attack of Thunderbird Thor, Voldemort, who was flying in the air, just waved his hand lightly, and then the terrifying red thunder exploded in the middle!

This scene stunned Franklin. The opponent was much stronger than he had imagined. He doubted whether they could really win this time.

And around him, the Los Santos wizards had similar reactions. It was really that Voldemort's performance was too fierce!

But Voldemort was far from being as relaxed as he showed.

You know, although legendary wizards and creatures like thunderbirds can both transform the elements of nature for their own use, compared to the darlings of the world like thunderbirds, the abilities cultivated by legendary wizards are still a little weaker.

In fact, Voldemort had almost used all his strength to resolve the attack of the thunderbird just now, and even his chest injury began to ache slightly!

"We must fight quickly!"

Voldemort thought so, feeling his gradually disordered breathing.

But just when he was about to take advantage of the opponent's low morale to defeat him with overwhelming force, he suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation between his eyebrows!

Voldemort suddenly turned his head to look at his side, but saw a missile growing larger and larger in his field of vision.

"Boom!"

The missile hit Voldemort directly, and the people below only heard a loud noise, and then saw a large ball of raging flames suddenly appear, wrapping Voldemort completely in it!

"Damn Muggles!"

Voldemort cursed and fell from the clouds, and then urgently stabilized his body.

If he had not opened the reinforced armor to protect himself in time, he would have been seriously injured by the Muggle's thermal weapon.

Although the missile just now did not cause any effective damage to Voldemort, the Los Santos wizards saw Voldemort's embarrassed appearance falling from the clouds.

After this incident, many people have reacted.

Although the enemy in front of him is powerful, it is not invincible!

"Line up! Continue to attack!"

With Franklin's heart-wrenching roar, the people of Los Santos finally reorganized their offensive, roaring and transforming the magic power in their bodies into countless spells to bombard them.

Not only that, the missile just now was like a clarion call for counterattack. The Muggle armed forces finally arrived, and dozens of wild helicopters took off and attacked Voldemort regardless of the bad weather around them. At the same time, the snipers also arrived at the sniper point and began to shoot non-stop!

The Muggle troops were in place, and the support from Avery Secret Realm was naturally not far behind.

I saw a pile of bottles and jars around Franklin shaking suddenly, and one after another ant soldiers appeared in the protective cover.

What was different from before was that Avery Secret Realm also spent a lot of money this time. The ant soldiers they dispatched were all elite units cultivated by Queen Lilith, flying ants!

After a brief adaptation to the environment, these flying ants took off, holding their spears and charging towards Voldemort in the sky!

This was undoubtedly a suicide act. His physical strength was far from enough, which led to them being swept by the wind blades commanded by Voldemort in the middle of the journey, just like those spells.

But their number was too large, and under their continuous suicide charge, even the sky was about to be covered by them.

Under this multi-party encirclement, Voldemort's surroundings seemed to be a fireworks show, with colorful beams constantly exploding. These lights were so dense that even the dark clouds in the sky were illuminated!

For a while, the air was filled with all kinds of strange smells.

Among them, the smell of gunpowder from Muggle hot weapons was the strongest, followed by the burnt smell of the bodies of the flying ant soldiers. As for the pure oxygen smell emitted by the wind blades being exploded by the spell, it was negligible.

Smelling such a complex smell, Voldemort's expression was also very ugly.

The opponent's attacks were too many and too fierce!

In order to block these attacks, he had to maintain the highest level of magic output, which resulted in the consumption of half of his magic power!

Moreover, he was too familiar with this attack method. His group of men were killed by this group of people before. As expected, the most difficult one, McTownley, and another guy with a sword had not yet made a move!

This was quite bad.

Because the opponent obviously wanted to rely on these soldiers in front of him to consume his magic power, and they would jump out and give him a fatal blow at the last moment.

Originally, this consumption tactic would not work at all, because the amount of magic power in his body was absolutely unimaginable to others.

But now he was in a state of severe injury!

He couldn't hold on for too long in this state!

"Come out! Despicable villain!"

Voldemort roared to the sky!

The dark clouds on the top of the sky seemed to have sensed his anger. For a moment, thunder roared, wind whistled, and a large number of falling thunder mixed with endless emerald wind blades suddenly descended, just like a big hand sweeping! At

this moment, the world was silent!

Whether it was the whistling flying ant army or the wild helicopter squadron that was cruising nearby and occasionally fired missiles at Voldemort, all of them turned into a ball of fire under the power of heaven and earth and fell to the ground.

Inside the golden shield, Franklin and others looked up with a look of dementia. The scene just now gave them too much shock. Under this extreme shock, many of them even forgot to maintain the shield, which caused the shield that was originally shining with dazzling light to gradually dim.

If Voldemort took advantage of the victory at this time, then this passport would most likely not be able to stop it.

But the attack just now almost exhausted Voldemort's last bit of strength. He just floated quietly in the sky and gasped, with no intention of attacking at all.

At the same time, Mike and others in the distant Masonic secret realm were also using the telemetry observation spell to quietly watch all this.

Looking at the mess on the battlefield, Benjamin frowned deeply.

He hesitated and looked at Mike in the front and asked,

"Should we...take action now?"