Chapter 579 Before Dawn

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

At this time, the temperature in the Ministry of Magic was still very high. Fortunately, Arthur and the Los Santos wizards were well prepared. Their combat uniforms were attached with special high-temperature blocking spells. If it didn't work, they could also manually use heat and moisture protection spells to protect themselves.

This device was added when the combat uniforms were designed. After all, their boss Mike is a master of 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, in fact, its internal space is very huge, and it is somewhat like an underground city.

It is absolutely impossible for only twenty Los Santos wizards plus Arthur and others to control such a huge monster.

But now the situation is different.

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 full of debris and dust, search carefully for possible survivors, and clean up the few bodies that were still intact.

This was not a difficult task, but it was very disgusting. Mike thought he was incapable of doing it. Only the elite Los Santos wizards who had been tempered by the battlefield and had lost their empathy would be indifferent to this kind of work.

On the other hand, Pikelo was not having a good time at the moment.

With the help of a black-robed man, Pikelo panted and trembled as he walked into the Department of Mysteries.

Although his injuries had been initially stabilized under the treatment of his men, there were more serious problems in front of them at the moment.

He and the Unspoken of the Department of Mysteries and the remaining Aurors in the Inquisition were trapped in the Department of Mysteries and could not escape.

And due to the influence of the previous Voldemort incident, the number of Unspoken was greatly reduced, and only occupied a small part of Pikelo's troops.

This is a very bad thing, because in order to trigger the dangerous item hidden in the door that can never be opened in the Department of Mysteries, it requires the precise operation of the Silent Man and the sacrifice of a large number of lives.

In the case of insufficient numbers, they can not only fail to draw out the power inside for their own use, but may also be backfired.

The combat effectiveness of the Aurors, who occupy the vast majority, is generally not strong.

You must know that the Inquisition has always been the retirement department of the Ministry of Magic. The Aurors who can stick here or work the night shift are all disabled old men. It is absolutely a pipe dream to expect these people to still have combat effectiveness.

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

These are actually not a big problem. Few people are few people, weak combat effectiveness is weak combat effectiveness. Anyway, the enemies are afraid of the power in the mysterious things and dare not invade. They have plenty of time to deal with the enemies.

But Chris's absence made Pikelo instinctively feel a little uneasy.

You know, although it is a cross-border transmission, and the transmission interface in the Ministry of Magic has been controlled by the enemy.

But with Chris's terrifying strength, if he wanted to come back, he would have come back long ago.

'Mr. Flint, he, couldn't be...'

Pecklo thought so, and shook his head quickly, throwing all these bad thoughts out of his mind.

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

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

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

Mike's eyes were filled with smiles.

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

At this point, their plan has been half successful, and the remaining half is naturally to get rid of Chris Flint, the enemy boss.

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

Mike was not that stupid. He chose to fight Chris in the Ministry of Magic when he knew that there was an unknown power stored in the Department of Mysteries.

If Chris and the remaining forces of the Ministry of Magic hiding in the Department of Mysteries joined forces, they would definitely suffer.

Moreover, the Ministry of Magic was the power core of the entire wizarding world in Yingguo, and Mike had no intention of destroying it to change the place of governance.

If the battlefield was really chosen here, the battle between the two legendary wizards would inevitably turn this place into a ruin, which was what Mike did not want to see.

After looking at everyone for a moment, Mike nodded with satisfaction.

He reached out from the pocket of the traceless stretching spell he carried with him and took out a teacup and placed it in the middle of the venue. 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 urging magic to reach out to the teacup on the ground.

...

France, Paris.

In this world-famous fashion capital, an extraordinary battle that was enough to shock the witnesses was being staged at this moment.

Countless weirdos wearing strange clothes, or with a pair of furry ears or tails sticking out of their pants, were coming out from every corner of the city and rushing towards a brown-haired young man on the central street of the city.

Although they looked like naughty kids wandering the streets on Halloween looking for people to extort candy, their attacks were extremely fierce.

For example, those guys in strange clothes could shoot colorful beams of light with the small wooden sticks in their hands.

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

The killing power was comparable to that of bombs, and the stray bullets alone killed more than a dozen passers-by who were watching the show on the side.

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

all of these turned the central avenue into a real battlefield.

Logically, the besieged person should have been reduced to ashes long ago under such powerful firepower.

But the fact was just the opposite.

The brown-haired young man besieged by a group of monsters was a monster far more perverted than those monsters!

Facing the attack that came at him like a storm, the brown-haired young man acted lightly.

He saw the wooden stick in his hand swinging repeatedly, and the air around him began to twist.

Then all the attacks directed at him became distorted and deformed in this twisted air.

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

But those monsters responsible for melee attacks were unlucky.

Under the influence of that strange force, they were crushed into a pool of meat before they even had time to scream.

This amazing scene made the passers-by around exclaim, and everyone felt that this was basically a suicide attack like a moth flying into a flame.

In fact, unlike what the onlookers thought, although the brown-haired young Chris looked at ease at the moment, like a god of war, he was extremely anxious in his heart.

He was originally discussing the matter of calling up the Auror troops with the French Minister of Magic in the French Ministry of Magic.

The other party did not dare to refuse the request of this legendary wizard at all. The old woman minister who was said to be the new minister in front of him was as humble as a mudblood.

This reaction was exactly the same as what Chris expected, so seeing that the other party was so sensible, Chris gave up the idea of ​​doing something in the French Ministry of Magic to show his force to the other party.

But when the negotiation reached the most critical moment, he received a message-the Ministry of Magic was attacked, hurry back.

Chris, who received the news, was naturally anxious, and he was going back to Yingguo with the French Aurors who had just handed over the command.

And from this moment on, things became magical.

First, countless non-human intelligent creatures appeared from nowhere and attacked him. Then, even the French Aurors who were with him turned against him and began to attack him as the temporary commander.

This gave Chris a headache.

Although these guys were not strong and he could easily eliminate them, their number was ridiculous. No matter how he killed them, there would always be more people coming out from all directions to attack him without fear of death.

Under the efforts of those non-human intelligent creatures and French Aurors, the fact now is that Chris was dragged to France and had no ability to support the Ministry of Magic of Yingguo.

"Ah!"

A huge roar came from Chris's mouth.

Then a circle of terrifying pressure waves formed around him and rippled around.

Facing the special pressure wave formed by the compression of air, all the objects around him turned into a pile 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 at the rapidly gathering inhuman intelligent creatures with a ferocious face, his eyes had already turned bloodshot.

Ever since he left the French Ministry of Magic, the brooch-shaped communicator on his chest has been vibrating non-stop.

Chris knew without even looking that it must be Pecklo asking for help.

But now, the annoying vibration has stopped.

Chris would not be so naive as to think that Pecklo had already dealt with the invaders.

The most likely reason why Pecklo stopped sending messages for help was that the Ministry of Magic had been completely breached.

This made Chris's anger burst out uncontrollably.

"Ha!"

Another loud shout came, and a circle of pressure waves even larger than before suddenly appeared, directly crushing the inhuman intelligent creatures that had gathered again, and collapsing a nearby high-rise building.

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

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

But Mike chuckled and shook his head.

Compared with Yingguo, France is a very open country. In a sense, French wizards pay less attention to blood than the United States.

Just as the proud and elegant French people in later generations gradually turned from white to dark, the wizards on the land of France have now been eroded by foreign blood.

This change has both advantages and disadvantages. In later generations, France relied on a large number of cheap foreign laborers to quickly complete the economic recovery after World War II. Today, the French wizarding world has also relied on tolerance of other races to make itself the most dynamic wizarding country in the world.

In the eyes of the senior officials of the French Ministry of Magic, this deal is undoubtedly a bloody profit.

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

And because of the country's indifference to bloodline, or in other words, openness, France does not strictly restrict the entry of wizards and even non-human intelligent creatures from other countries like the current Ying country.

This has led to the non-human intelligent creatures that were firmly blocked outside the country by the border management department of the Ministry of Magic to easily enter the neighboring country of Ying country.

This is another major reason why Mike chose France instead of Ying country as the battlefield.

Only here can Mike boldly call on all the forces at hand to deal with Chris!

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

Just like now, Chris and the army of non-human intelligent creatures fought in the center of Paris, and the damage and Muggle sightings caused can be said to be extremely serious.

But Mike doesn't have to be responsible for this, because no one dares to hold him and Chris, two legendary wizards, accountable. After all, this is still a world where strength is respected.

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

Thinking of this, Mike's expression gradually became solemn.

He looked at the fearless non-human intelligent creatures in the distance who 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 go on stage. Remember to keep a safe distance later. You are all my best brothers, and I don't want you to fall before dawn."