Some people don't know how to develop or manage, but they still live a rich and prosperous life, relying on plunder.
As the saying goes, my neighbor collects grain and I store guns, and my neighbor is my granary.
My neighbor farms and I harvest, so I can have a good harvest every day.
Those who are more humble are called bandits. Those who are stronger are called Dark Lords. Those who are even stronger are called Empires.
Everyone looked at everything around them with solemn expressions. The number of those magic legions was so large and the magic items they possessed were so powerful. It was simply despairing.
Snape looked deeply at Gillian, regretting letting this woman accompany him to the moon. He clenched his fists and whispered to Fiennes beside him, "I can only kill one Voldemort with certainty."
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This is even possible because he has reached a stronger stage now and has researched potions specifically for Voldemort's Horcruxes. This is why he can say this.
Grindelwald could not even say these words. He had been imprisoned in Nurmengard for decades, and his physical condition had quietly reached an extremely weak level.
He can only guarantee that he will not die.
Yes, it is precisely because he is actually burdened with the cell of 'Nurmengard' now, let alone seven Voldemorts, even with more people, he can proudly say that he will not be killed.
But that's all.
Voldemort himself is already so powerful, let alone seven.
And Anton, who was supposed to be able to overwhelmingly defeat Voldemort, seems to have no way to escape from this ritual magic easily due to ritual magic.
Voldemort obviously seized this opportunity.
Dumbledore frowned deeply and used Legilimency to communicate with him, "I think I have a way to deal with the seven Toms. Yes, our Magic Research Institute has already produced results, hasn't it?"
"But these nearly 100,000 magic legions..."
Grindelwald shook his head, "In Destiny, I saw mushroom clouds all over the moon after nuclear explosions. Obviously these magic legions are also equipped with a large number of nuclear warheads."
Dumbledore was silent for a while, stroking the strange ring in his hand, then looked at Anton in the crater, and sighed, "The timing is so perfect. I underestimated Tom."
The clone of Voldemort is also Voldemort.
He is the version of himself that Tom Riddle chose to be at the peak of his strength from many Horcruxes created in the past. He is powerful and still remains extreme.
These seven copies are the same on the spiritual level as Tom himself who went to an unknown place. They will eventually fight each other to achieve the ultimate unique existence of life.
This is also Tom's trump card, leaving him the last glimmer of hope.
Perhaps, when he finally returns, he can kill these copies of himself and harvest everything they have.
But the method of dependence was something someone had already discovered for him - the magic of love.
Of course, since he knew that Grindelwald, a powerful prophet, was also quietly dealing with him, Voldemort had long been prepared for the backlash of fate and held powerful 'lucky' ritual magic for these copies of himself.
Use your own fertility in exchange for luck, prevent fate from being hurt, and prevent fate from playing tricks on Tom himself.
Kill two birds with one stone.
This obviously works.
Anton, Neville, and Harry are all trapped in ritual magic, and it seems they cannot escape immediately.
So what are you waiting for?
Voldemort (old man version) waved the wand in his hand and released the 'Dark Mark' into the sky. A huge black skull rose into the sky, floating in the air, and a huge long snake came out of his mouth.
This mark instantly reminded everyone of the terrifying time when the Dark Lord shrouded their heads in a haze.
Suddenly, many people turned pale.
Voldemort is already so terrifying, let alone seven. What is even more terrifying is the 100,000 magic legions.
You know, the wizard's spellcasting can be 'combined attack'.
This spell-casting skill, which belongs to the category of "war magic", has not been lost. It was often used by ancient wizards when they fought against the goblin clan. Later, when the modern magic system was built, these skills were also retained in the Auror organizations of the witchcraft associations in various countries.
No one knows better than the Aurors how powerful a wizarding attack can be.
When Grindelwald was at his peak, he set a fire in Paris, a flame that could almost burn down the entire country. It was only thanks to Nicolas Flamel, Newt and the Aurors working together to cast magic that this was possible.
It may be possible to extinguish it.
At this moment, the magic army clearly made good use of this war magic skill.
The magic army built by Tom Riddle, who has restored his normal cognitive ability, is obviously no longer the bad fighting method of Voldemort under extreme thinking.
Each fights on its own, allowing people to break through, and even giving people the opportunity to deal with themselves alone to complete a comeback.
Seven Voldemorts raised their wands at the same time, and seven red rays of light rose into the sky.
What followed was tens of thousands of red rays of light rising into the sky one after another. These red rays of light gathered together and connected with each other, turning into a terrifying and powerful magic!
The red color began to spread to the entire moon.
At this moment on Earth, people on the night side can look up and see the moon in the sky turn red instantly.
The red moon has arrived!
Fortunately, Anton and the Forerunner organization have already informed the world, saying that they are "waiting for a miracle to come."
Muggle officials didn't know what a miracle was, and they also suspected that the so-called miracle might be aimed at wizards rather than the entire human race. Therefore, a large number of troops were stationed in the city early and did not cause much chaos.
"Hey hey hey~~~"
Voldemort (old man version) looked at everyone in front of him with a wild smile, "Professor Dumbledore, can you resist the strongest blow?"
Dumbledore looked up at the red magic light that covered the entire world with a solemn expression. His strange expression revealed a hint of fear, "The Sunshine Bread Curse?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Correct answer~" Voldemort chuckled, "The Horcrux in the diary swallowed most of the wandering soul in the diary. After it was destroyed by your magic, it was completely destroyed.
Integrated into the wandering soul, I finally built the most powerful Horcrux."
"The me maintained by this Horcrux..." He turned to look at Anton in the crater, "I miraculously mastered an interesting magic, the Sunshine Bread Curse."
"Life magic can be learned by even a junior wizard through multiple trainings."
"Just the right magic for training combined attacks."
He licked his lips and looked at Dumbledore excitedly, "The most interesting part is here. My stupid student Anton can only use this to make bread, but I can use it as the fourth Unforgivable Curse."
To use it, the key is that it doesn’t have a counter-spell yet!”
"Dumbledore..."
He looked deeply at Lao Deng and said, "I will make you into bread and eat it bite by bite!"
Lao Deng was disgusted.
Making people into bread?
This can indeed be said to be an unforgivable curse.
He believed that he could resist this magic, even if it was cast by a hundred thousand magic legions.
but……
Dumbledore turned his head and looked sadly. Almost all the elites in the wizarding world were here because of his meeting of the International Federation of Wizards.
I don’t know how many people will be left after this battle.
"Those who believe in me will be saved!" Voldemort said loudly, his voice reaching every corner, "Those who disobey me will be punished!"
"Those who are willing to join the Magic Empire, please come behind me!"
"Anyone who is unwilling to join the Magic Empire will face this terrible magic!"
"I can only count to ten, the attack is coming!"
"one!"
"two!"
Some people in the crowd began to waver. They looked at each other and then at Dumbledore.
As the original members of the Magic Congress began to walk towards the hillside behind Voldemort, more and more people followed quietly behind them.
"three!"
At this moment, before Voldemort could say "four", a bright sea of stars appeared in the sky.
The bright light spread from the altar in the middle of the crater, where the wand in Anton's hand pointed, to all directions.
The entire planet was enveloped in an instant.
"Ouch~"
A strange swallowing sound appeared.
This sound is so unique. It is not heard by the ears, but comes from a unique corner deep in the heart.
That is……
The voice of the spiritual river.
As this voice appeared, all the people who cast the 'Sunshine Bread Curse' magic became motionless like those holding magic wands in other altars.
They also seem to be incorporated into Anton's ritual magic.
As the magic maintained by nearly a hundred thousand wizards, goblins, house elves, etc. merged into the spiritual river of the moon, extremely unique trees began to sprout from the ground.
Those trees look a bit like old locust trees. The only thing special is that as the branches and buds of the trees blossom and bear fruit instantly, pieces of bread-like fruit hang all over the treetops.
"Quack quack~~~"
Anton's unique laughter is transmitted to every corner along with the spiritual river surging in the moon.
“Thank you guys for your support!”
"Oh, it makes my ritual magic even more powerful!"
Anton was extremely happy.
The addition of one hundred thousand magic spells instantly brought the spiritual river that was generating magic riots to an extremely terrifying level.
And as the 'black magic creature Anton', who serves as the intersection between the 'collective consciousness of wizards' and the 'lunar spiritual river' in ritual magic, will obviously receive a sufficiently generous reward.
Great~
Voldemort didn't feel good about it at all.
He wanted to curse, really, the seven of them wanted to curse at the same time, but at this moment they could only keep raising their wands, unable to control themselves to provide more powerful magic for Anton's ritual magic.