Chapter 1123 Thanks to the Veterans for Their Support!

Some people don't know how to develop and manage, but they still live a rich life, relying on plunder.

As the saying goes, when the neighbor stores grain, I store guns, and the neighbor is my granary.

My neighbor farms and I harvest, and I can have a bumper harvest every day.

This kind of person is a little low, called a robber. The stronger one is called the Dark Lord. Anything stronger would be called an empire.

Everyone looked at everything around them solemnly. The number of those magic legions was so large, and the magic props they had were so powerful, it was simply hopeless.

Snape took a deep look at Gillian, regretting letting this woman accompany him to the moon. He clenched his fists and whispered to Fiennes next to him, "I can only kill Voldemort for sure." !"

This is even because he has come to this stronger point, and he has also developed a potion specifically for Voldemort's Horcrux, which is why he can say this.

Grindelwald couldn't even say these words. He had been imprisoned in Nurmengard for decades, and his physical condition had already quietly entered an extremely weak state.

He can only guarantee that he will not die.

Yes, it is precisely because he is actually carrying the cell of 'Numengard' on his back now, not to mention the seven Voldemorts, even if there are 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 defeat Voldemort overwhelmingly, but because of the ritual magic, now it seems that there is no way to easily get rid of this ritual magic.

Voldemort clearly seized the moment.

Dumbledore frowned deeply, and communicated with him in the way of dementia, "I think I have a way to deal with seven Toms, yes, our magic research institute has already achieved results, hasn't it?"

"But these nearly 100,000 magic legions..."

Grindelwald shook his head, "In my fate, I saw the mushroom cloud after the nuclear explosion all over the moon. Obviously, these magic legions are also equipped with a large number of nuclear warheads."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, rubbed the weird ring in his hand, looked at Anton in the crater again, and sighed, "The timing is so appropriate, I underestimated Tom."

A cloned Voldemort is also Voldemort.

He is Tom Riddle's self in the most powerful state selected from many Horcruxes made in the past. Powerful and still extreme.

These seven replicas are the same as Tom himself who went to the unknown land on a spiritual level. After all, they will fight each other to complete the uniqueness of the ultimate life existence.

This is also the hole card left by Tom, leaving himself the last glimmer of hope.

Maybe, after he finally returns, he can kill these copies of himself and reap everything that these copies have.

But the method of dependence has already been explored by someone for him - the magic of love.

Of course, ever since he knew that Grindelwald, a powerful prophet, was also quietly dealing with himself, Voldemort had long been guarding against the backlash of fate, and performed a powerful "lucky" ritual magic for these duplicated selves.

Exchange these own fertility for luck, prevent the harm of fate, and prevent fate from playing with Tom himself.

Kill two birds with one stone.

This apparently works.

Anton, Neville, and Harry were all deeply immersed in ritual magic, and it seemed that they couldn't get out immediately.

So what are you waiting for?

Voldemort (old man version) waved his wand and released the 'Dark Mark' to the sky. A huge black skull soared into the sky, floating in mid-air, and spit out a huge long snake from its mouth.

This mark instantly reminded everyone of the horrible time when the Dark Lord was shrouded in haze.

Suddenly, many people turned pale.

Voldemort was already so terrifying, let alone seven. And what is even more terrifying is the 100,000 magic legion.

You know, the wizard's spellcasting can be combined.

This spellcasting skill that belongs to the category of "war magic" has not been lost. It was often used by ancient wizards when they fought against the goblins. Later, when the modern magic system was established, these skills were also preserved in the Auror organizations of the Magic Congresses of various countries.

Nobody knows better than the Aurors how powerful wizarding combos can be.

Grindelwald at his peak set a fire in Paris, a flame that could almost burn the entire country. It was because Nicolas Flamel, Newt and the Aurors worked together to cast magic. Might turn it off.

And at this moment, the Magic Legion obviously made good use of this war magic skill.

The magic legion built by Tom Riddle, who has recovered his normal cognitive ability, is obviously no longer the bad fighting method of Voldemort under extreme thinking.

Fighting on their own, people make breakthroughs individually, and even let people have the opportunity to deal with themselves alone to complete the 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 shooting up 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!

Red began to spread to the entire moon.

On the earth at this moment, 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 notified the world, saying "wait for the miracle to come".

Officials in the Muggle Kingdom 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, so a large number of troops stationed in the city early on did not cause much chaos.

"Hey hey hey~~~"

Voldemort (old man version) laughed wildly and looked at everyone in front of him, "Professor Dumbledore, can you resist Xeon's blow?"

Dumbledore looked up solemnly at the red magic light covering the whole world, his strange expression revealed a trace of fear, "Sunshine Bread Curse?"

"That's right~" Voldemort chuckled, "The Horcrux in the diary swallowed most of the wandering soul of the main body. After being destroyed by your magic, it was completely integrated into the wandering soul, and finally built the strongest level of my soul. device."

"I am maintained by this Horcrux..." He turned his head to look at Anton in the crater, "I have magically mastered an interesting magic, the Sunshine Bread Curse."

"Life magic, even a wizard can learn it in many trainings."

"The magic that is just used to train the combination attack."

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 has no anti-curse!"

"Dumbledore..."

He took a deep look at Lao Deng, "I'm going to make you into bread and eat it bit by bit!"

Old Deng was disgusted.

Make people into bread?

This is indeed an unforgivable curse.

He thought he could resist this magic, even if it was a magic casted by a hundred thousand magic legions.

but……

Dumbledore turned his head sadly, almost all the elites of 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.

"Whoever believes in me will be redeemed!" Voldemort said loudly, and his voice spread to every corner, "Whoever disobeys me will be punished!"

"Those who are willing to join the magic empire, please come behind me!"

"Those who are unwilling to join the magic empire will face this terrible magic!"

"I'm only counting 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 behind quietly.

"three!"

At this moment, before Voldemort could say 'four', a bright sea of ​​stars emerged in the sky.

From the altar in the middle of the crater, where the wand in Anton's hand was pointing, the bright light spread to the surroundings.

In an instant, the entire planet was enveloped.

"Aww~"

A strange devouring sound appeared.

This voice is so unique, it is not heard by the ear, but transmitted from a unique corner deep in the heart.

That is……

The voice of the spiritual river.

Following the sound, all those who released the 'Sunshine Bread Curse' magic became motionless like those holding 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., flows into the spiritual river of the moon, very unique trees begin to break through the ground.

Those trees look a bit like old locust trees, the only special thing is that as the branches of the trees bloom and bear fruit instantly, pieces of bread-shaped fruits hang all over the treetops.

"Quack quack ~~~"

Anton's unique laughter spread to every corner along with the spiritual river surging in the moon.

"Thank you guys for your support!"

"Oh, it made my ritual magic more and more powerful!"

Anton was overjoyed.

The addition of 100,000 spells instantly brought the spiritual river that was producing a magic riot to an extremely terrifying level.

And as the "black magic creature Anton" who is the intersection of the "wizard's collective consciousness" and the "lunar spiritual river" in ritual magic, it will obviously get enough rich rewards.

yes~

Voldemort didn't feel good at all.

He really wanted to swear, really, the seven of them really wanted to swear at the same time, but at the moment they could only keep holding their wands, unable to control themselves to provide more powerful magic power for Anton's ritual magic.

He was going crazy!

How unlucky was he that he would recognize such an apprentice?

Did he have a hole in his head?

I hate it~~~~