Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 325 Voldemort Joins the Battle Again

The events that occurred on the Bald Eagle fleet did not prevent the wizards from launching another attack.

The two Voldemors flew straight into the air, surrounded by billowing black mist. Then, from their height, they shot out beams of green light, each one splashing onto the deck and spreading death.

Death is ever-present.

A series of killing curses kept the Bald Eagle fleet pinned down.

"Counterattack! Counterattack! All columns, quickly organize a counterattack!"

The commander of the Bald Eagle roared into the communications channel, not daring to have any other thoughts.

Because any thought he has now, if uttered, would have a tremendous impact on the army's actual situation.

He could only keep himself in a state of military thinking by constantly issuing orders and mobilizing command, instead of analyzing how these two stories came about and why they came about in this way.

He only hoped that, amidst the fierce fighting, his soldiers would not guess the reason for the reappearance of these two wizards.

At this moment, he selectively forgot about the fact that he and his staff had announced on the radio earlier that they had killed two powerful wizards.

The two Voldemors in the sky exchanged a glance, and suddenly a massive magical loop appeared before them.

The green light of the Avada Kedavra curse filled the vast magical circuit. The overwhelming aura of death enveloped the entire fleet, causing the seawater to gradually turn black. Some fish that hadn't managed to escape the area floated belly-up on the shore, while some birds that were passing by froze and fell into the sea.

The thunderbird carrying the two wizards in the sky let out an uneasy cry, flapped its wings, and flew higher.

Furong and the others also felt breathless, and quickly flew away from the area affected by the green light, piloting their respective flying brooms or flying carpets.

At that moment, Fleur's communicator rang, revealing Ryan's appearance. After a brief conversation, Fleur led all the newspaper reporters and Thunderbirds into the sky, flying to an altitude of about 1,500 to 1,600 meters.

On the sea, after a brief moment of disorientation, the fleet realized that their lives were in grave danger. Everyone unleashed tremendous fighting spirit, some firing cannons, others opening fire.

However, a large number of elite wizards surrounded the two Voldemors, using protective magic to give them enough time to unleash their ultimate abilities.

"Calling headquarters! We need backup! Send two powerful weapons immediately!"

The commander screamed hysterically on the Pentagon's communications channel, preferring to have the weapons of mass destruction kill both sides rather than accept a one-sided massacre.

The Pentagon was naturally unwilling to use its ultimate weapon, because it was the last trump card for non-magical humans. Using it prematurely would mean falling into a disadvantageous position, and it would also mean that the title of the world's beacon would be completely lost.

The Pentagon generals replied: "Use thermobaric and thermobaric weapons to break through those wizards' defenses! Even a draw in this battle would be a victory! The Federal Congress and the free people have high hopes for you!"

After hanging up with the Pentagon, the commander of the Bald Eagle fleet yelled, "Fuck! Those lazy, office-bound bureaucrats have no idea what to do with the front lines!"

"Launch the thermobaric weapons! Launch all the thermobaric weapons we're carrying! Don't worry about international repercussions or consequences. Even if it causes friendly fire, we're prepared to accept it!"

The commander gave the order.

Only he can issue this order now; the Pentagon officials are unwilling to take the blame.

The use of thermobaric weapons would generate significant international controversy, and at such close range, using a large number of thermobaric weapons to breach defenses would certainly cause serious damage to one's own fleet.

If you're lucky, you might only lose two ships and a few people; if you're unlucky, you might destroy a dozen or so battleships.

The order was given. The thermobaric weapon was launched.

Even a defense composed of over two thousand elite wizards couldn't withstand dozens of thermobaric bombs simultaneously.

Similarly, the destroyers and battleships, which were also positioned at the front, could not simultaneously withstand the shockwaves of the timely-launched thermobaric bombs. The structures on the decks were blown off, and many officers and soldiers perished as a result.

Unlucky ships experienced fuel leaks and fires due to the powerful impact, which in turn caused the ammunition depot to explode, further amplifying the turmoil caused by the shockwave.

In the powerful explosion, more than half of the elite wizards were blasted to the ground, their blood splattering everywhere.

Severed limbs were scattered, some landing on the Bald Eagle's warship, where some soldiers curiously went up to take a look.

To their horror, they discovered that the flesh and limbs were slowly dissolving and decomposing, as if the bones were made of clay!

He immediately reported the news to his superiors. After hearing it, the superiors did not dare to neglect it and contacted the commander-in-chief through the commander's line, reporting the strange event they had discovered to their superiors.

In the aircraft carrier's combat command center, the commanders and staff, who had withstood the storms and shockwaves at sea, received reports from commanders in various directions, thanks to the carrier's immense size.

These commanders all claimed that they had discovered the wizards' mutilated limbs were rapidly disintegrating and disappearing.

"What kind of strange thing is this?" The commander felt that if he survived this battle, he might be trapped in it for the rest of his life, never able to escape. Even on his deathbed, he might be awakened by today's war and frightened by the wizard's strange and bizarre skills.

"Fortunately, those two wizards died again."

The commander was at his wit's end. He could only hope that the two people, the wizard and the wizard, would stop moving and come down from the strange altar they had erected, otherwise there would be no morale whatsoever.

But things don't always go as planned, eight or nine times out of ten.

The same commotion as before rang out automatically, and the golden cup and locket left on the altar burst into light. Then, a large number of wizard limbs flew onto the altar. After the light flashed, the two Voldemors once again stepped onto the battlefield.

This was done in front of everyone.

Even those who were unfamiliar with the situation and were seeing two Voldemors descend from the altar for the first time understood what it was all about!

This is a resurrection!

This is a miracle of God!

It wasn't like the officer said, fighting against people with magical abilities; they were fighting against beings who could come back to life!

They will definitely die!

They have no chance of winning!

Such thoughts filled the minds of every soldier. As Puritans, the idea of ​​being resurrected was like becoming an immortal, possessing an irreplaceable influence on them.

High in the sky, where the air should be cold, a smooth, magical barrier has been erected.

Hibiscus looked at the floating figure beside her in surprise: "What are you doing here? Weren't you assembling the wizard tower?"

"Something's not right." He frowned slightly, noticing that Ryan beside him was surrounded by starlight, unlike a normal person.