Chapter 530: Clearing the Clouds and Seeing the Sun

Mike couldn't hear what Franklin said.

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

Beside them, countless lightnings were surging!

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

Fortunately, the Thunderbird itself has a certain ability to control lightning. Under the control of the Thunderbird, most of the lightning was led to other places by it, and the remaining lightning did not pose any threat to the Thunderbird. Instead, 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 the Thunderbird finally rushed into the range of the waterspout!

As soon as it entered, the Thunderbird slowed down under the influence of the hurricane, and a burst of grief broke out from its mouth.

The sharp water knife mixed in the strong wind easily cut through the tough feathers of the thunderbird, leaving dense wounds on its body.

A circle of blood mist suddenly exploded in the air, and 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, it felt a sharp pain in its neck. Mike, who had been lying on its back, actually inserted half of the holy sword into the back of the thunderbird's neck.

This sudden change made the thunderbird give up the idea of ​​escaping, and it could only continue to rush forward in an almost tragic way.

Fortunately, Mike was not a devil. After confirming that the thunderbird had given up escaping, he also took out his wand and created a huge armor-enhancing protective spell to cover him and the thunderbird together.

The moment the shield appeared, there were bursts of dense crackling sounds on its surface. Mike was surprised to find that the water droplets hitting the translucent shield actually sparked dense sparks! This is simply unscientific!

However, Mike's attention was quickly diverted from the spectacle of sparks flying on the shield.

Because the attack from the outside world was too fierce, the shield he released was not strong enough, and he could only desperately output magic power to barely maintain it.

Feeling the crazy consumption of 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 bodies to forcibly create supernatural phenomena when releasing spells, but legendary wizards can mobilize various forces that already exist in nature at will. The magic power in their bodies only plays the role of a crowbar, and the consumption is pitiful.

This makes Mike yearn for the legendary realm even more.

However, although their situation is very bad at the moment, fortunately, the speed of the 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.'

Mike thought instinctively as he looked at the waterspout that was getting closer and closer.

Just as they were about to collide with the waterspout, Arthur on the ground below seemed to have sensed something and his muscles suddenly expanded. Then, the silver sword he held high in his hand finally fell!

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

"Stop the water!"

"joooo!~"

A strange sound rang out, and the sword mark imprinted on the waterspout suddenly exploded, directly tearing a long hole in its body, revealing Voldemort who was hiding inside and cautiously entangled by lightning.

And the most amazing thing is that the gap cut by the sword light was not filled up by the water flow, but just stayed there abruptly!

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

A touch of joy flashed in the eyes of the Thunderbird. It had been driven by Mike all the way and had been seriously injured. Now this painful journey is finally coming to an end!

The Thunderbird cried out and rushed into the gap with a sudden acceleration!

The inside of the waterspout is a wonderful space.

Although it is still full of huge noises, 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 pierce the sky, causing waves. Under the reflection of this light, Mike and Voldemort are like being in a kaleidoscope, which is extremely magical.

But at this moment, neither Voldemort nor Mike has the heart to appreciate this beautiful scenery!

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

But this is enough!

"Hah!"

Mike shouted loudly, and the holy sword in his hand was thrown out fiercely. At the same time, a strong green light mixed with several red lights flashed in his other hand, and then the holy sword flew towards Voldemort!

Seeing this, Voldemort's body also erupted with a strong magic power. The few spells shot by Mike from a distance were instantly bounced away, but the sword directly tore through the protective net formed by Voldemort in a hurry and continued to stab!

Voldemort's face was distorted. He waved his arms wildly, and endless magic power was swayed as if it was free, but it was all in vain. No matter how anxious he was, the holy sword was not affected at all!

The current situation is exactly as Mike had expected.

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

But for the holy sword, a silver sword for hunting demons, their usual defense methods are so weak.

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

In order to prevent the opponent's magic power from affecting the holy sword, he didn't even cast the floating spell on the holy sword, but threw the holy sword purely relying on the tyrannical physical strength.

And now, his efforts are finally reaping the rewards!

"Puff!"

The holy sword easily pierced the electric ball in Voldemort's chest. Under the influence of the holy power on the holy sword, the white electric ball disappeared in an instant.

As the energy source disappeared, the powerful telegram on Voldemort's surface was like a light bulb that suddenly short-circuited. It flickered a few times and then went out, leaving only the charred and hideous scars on the surface.

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

But soon, his body began to turn into flying ash and disintegrate like a completely burned match.

Voldemort stretched out his hand in fear, trying to grab the flying ash, but it was all in vain.

Finally, when 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, and a strange smile appeared on his lips. He whispered,

"Do you think you won? I am immortal."

After that, the remaining upper body of Voldemort also dissipated completely, and then the terrifying waterspout also lost its magic source and began to collapse. The seawater mixed with various marine creatures in the sky by the waterspout fell from the clouds at a high speed like raindrops, forming a wonder of fish falling from the sky!

"Hoohoo!~"

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

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

Seeing this, Mike also forced a smile. I don't know why, he always has an ominous premonition, as if things are far from over, and new dangers are approaching quickly.

But Voldemort was obviously dead, and he couldn't think of anything that could threaten him now.

In the end, he blamed all this on Voldemort's dying words after thinking fruitlessly. In his opinion, this sentence was just Voldemort's attempt to make things difficult for him before he died. All the Horcruxes had been destroyed and Voldemort had no chance of resurrecting. But it must

be said that Voldemort succeeded, and Mike was in a bad mood now.

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

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

Hearing this, everyone agreed one after another. Imagining the celebration dinner later, everyone couldn't wait to take out the door key and prepare thoroughly.

But when they really pressed the switch of the door key, an accident occurred.

"Huh? Why doesn't my door key respond?"

"Mine too."

"Is it broken?"

"Impossible? This is a special product!"

...

Hearing the exclamations of the surrounding team members, Mike's brows instantly frowned, and the wand and holy sword that had been put away by him reappeared in his hands.

No one knows better than him that the portkeys made by Los Santos Group will not suddenly fail on such a large scale, so the direct reason for the current result is that the space blockade nearby has not been unlocked!

But Voldemort is dead!

Who is still maintaining the ban nearby? !

"Congratulations, Mike, you finally defeated Voldemort."

Suddenly, an old voice sounded from behind Mike. Mike raised his wand and turned back suddenly, and saw Dumbledore, who was as thin as a skeleton, looking at him with a complicated expression, and in his hand, the elderberry wand full of the breath of time was flashing with a faint blue light.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Mike looked at the other party vigilantly. Although his tone was gentle, he never put down the wand pointing at the other party. "Why are you here?"

At this time, Benjamin and others finally reacted. They all restrained the joy on their faces and dispersed into combat teams to surround Dumbledore.

Dumbledore completely ignored the people who surrounded him. His eyes were always focused on Mike from beginning to end.

Mike felt great sadness and disappointment from his eyes, which made Mike instinctively turn his head away and not want to look at him.

But considering that there were so many men watching him, Mike finally used his willpower to resist the discomfort and turned his eyes away.

Seeing this, the sadness in Dumbledore's eyes became stronger. He just looked at Mike quietly, and after a long time, he slowly said:

"Mike, what do you want?"

"Huh?" Mike's expression stiffened for a moment, "Of course I want to destroy Voldemort and bring peace to the world."

Dumbledore shook his head slowly and said:

"So now you have got what you want, is it time to stop?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about?"

"You know, you have always known it." Dumbledore began to get excited as he spoke, "Why did you provoke this dispute? So many people have sacrificed for this, is this... is it really worth it?"

Mike did not speak. To be honest, he felt bad when he saw Dumbledore's almost inhuman appearance. You know, he could have avoided all this.

But his companions didn't think so.

Franklin couldn't stand it after hearing that. He took two steps forward and roared:

"Of course it's worth it! This is for their own benefit! Why are those pure bloods always so high? Why do we, the wizards of Muggle descent, have to be trampled into the mud pit? Why can we only be sucked blood by those people? Didn't you send us the admission letter to come here to study? Since the world is full of malice towards us mudbloods, why did you come to us? Principal Dumbledore!"

Franklin's roar echoed in the air. These words were like sharp swords, piercing Dumbledore's heart deeply.

The damp and cold sea breeze from the southwest hit Dumbledore, who had a sad expression. His skinny body suddenly shook, as if he would fall down at any time.

Seeing this, Franklin also felt a little guilty, lowered his head silently, and stopped talking.

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

"I'm sorry, children, I have wronged you. But... we can take it slowly. The world is slowly getting better. I believe that one day that beautiful world will eventually come true. We just need to take it slowly..."

"Why us?" Franklin raised his head again, his facial muscles twitching constantly, "Why are we the ones who need to wait? Do you know how hard it is to live like this? Since we can slowly wait for the world to get better, can't those pure-bloods adapt to the world that suddenly changes?"

Dumbledore's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out of it, as if he didn't know how to answer Franklin.

The next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned his head to look at the crowd surrounding him.

But all he saw were pairs of eyes full of hatred.

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

At this point, the conflict between pure-blood wizards and other ethnic groups has become completely irreconcilable, and both sides must fight to the death.

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