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Chapter 327 In the Final Battle

If the situation continues like this, then the rate of destruction caused by the two Voldemors is clearly not keeping up with the speed of the fleet's advance.

In just half an hour, the fleet could begin deploying its landing forces, even at the cost of losing a few warships.

"Thank God, those two identical wizards didn't use that powerful death spell!"

In the aircraft carrier's command center, everyone felt fortunate.

"Hahaha, wizards are no match for machines! I laugh at wizards for their lack of strategy and magic for their lack of intelligence! They are nothing to fear!"

Seeing a small to medium-sized warship fall silent due to the green light emitted by two powerful wizards, the commander was not angry at all, but rather pleased.

As things stand, the advantage is in my hands!

The commander ordered the left and central armies to accelerate their advance, while the right wing was instructed not to cease fire and to strengthen their containment of the two powerful wizards.

However, the good times didn't last long.

Just when they were filled with hope, a third Voldemort appeared.

Voldemort threw a ring onto the altar, then Apparated onto the fleet. The three Voldemors stood side by side, their green lights intertwining.

"Thermobaric bomb! Thermobaric bomb!" The commander's throat was practically hoarse from shouting; he was terrified out of his wits.

He couldn't hear any sound from the staff behind him, so he quickly turned around and saw that the staff members all had conflicted and regretful expressions on their faces.

A staff officer with the rank of brigadier general said, "Commander, we have just launched all our thermobaric bombs. We still have ten thermobaric bombs left."

Thermobaric weapons are more destructive than fuel-air explosives. They contain combustible materials that are heated to high temperatures and pressures. Once used, they will cause a powerful attack indiscriminately, regardless of whether they are friend or foe. Because the three Voldemorts are currently above the warship, they cannot create any distance between them.

"Fire! Launch three!"

The commander gritted his teeth and decided to use thermobaric weapons, but this time the three Voldemors were even closer to the fleet than before. He dared not launch all the thermobaric weapons, and could only use three to test the waters first.

Even with only three rounds used, the thermobaric weapon lived up to its prestigious reputation.

A powerful explosion rocked the sky above the fleet once again, this time not only blasting the elite wizards who had come to its aid to smithereens. Many warships on the surface of the sea also suffocated due to the sudden increase in temperature, pressure, and oxygen depletion.

This is because it wasn't used in a confined space!

However, the instantaneous increase in pressure and the consumption of oxygen in the air can create a certain amount of pressure and strain on a small, poorly ventilated space.

The three Voldemorts were instantly vaporized.

Faced with such a scene, no one could be happy.

This includes the wizarding team that ascends to a height of over a thousand meters and uses light refraction magic to investigate everything happening below.

"That can't be right! Is resurrecting a Horcrux really that simple? His father's bones can resurrect him so many times?"

Ryan's face darkened.

The enemy team is using an invincible cheat; how can we even play like this?!

If the battlefield hadn't been located on the west coast of Africa, he would have loved to deliver a powerful blow to Voldemort from a distance.

However, the distance was too great for him to intervene, and even with the help of the Wizard Tower, he couldn't launch an attack from Britain to the west coast of Africa.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the remaining elite wizards, limping and ignoring their mortal wounds, came to the altar and frantically called out, before exploding into a bloody mist one by one.

Three Voldemors emerged from the blood mist.

Seeing this, the soldiers and commanders felt their hands and feet go cold.

"There's no other way. We've done our best to eliminate over a thousand battle wizards."

After careful observation, the number of wizards still capable of being considered combatants was confirmed. The commander was relieved, as the current results were exactly as he had predicted, effectively eliminating a significant portion of the wizards' fighting force.

Then they were narrowly defeated by a powerful wizard.

"Now contact the higher-ups and ask them for authorization to use weapons of mass destruction! We need at least a 100,000-ton strategic weapon of mass destruction."

After speaking to the staff, the commander then issued orders to the fleet, demanding that all ships retreat to at least ten nautical miles away, and then as far as possible.

"The Pentagon is asking us where we need to deploy our powerful weapons."

"That altar!"

High in the sky, Fleur asked疑惑地问道, "The Bald Eagle fleet has gained the upper hand, and Voldemort's side only has two or three hundred wizards left. Shouldn't they be pressing their advantage now? Why are they suddenly retreating?"

Although the Bald Eagle fleet also suffered heavy losses, reaching an astonishing 30%, compared to the wizards' casualties, it was an acceptable victory, and a great one at that.

"Because they couldn't deal with Voldemort's constant resurrection, they pinned their hopes on the most powerful force they possessed."

Upon seeing this situation, Ryan immediately thought of what to do. The previous thermobaric and thermobaric bombs were good because they had no radiation, so the army could not be evacuated and the warships could withstand the shock wave.

But the ultimate weapon is different.

Whoever dares to wield a weapon of mass destruction against their own army will face only one fate: the army will support the generals in a mutiny, and the person who gave the order will become a sinner, a criminal, and the most depraved of beasts, to be condemned in human history.

"So this is the weapon of mass destruction that you and Penelope copied from the Muggles?" Fleur thought of the astonishing performances and praise from the Muggle world after the weapon of mass destruction experiment, as if possessing the weapon of mass destruction made one a member of civilized society.

"You're right. A civilized society is one that possesses powerful weapons. Without powerful weapons, one can be considered a savage."

Ryan seemed to have seen through Fleur's thoughts and affirmed them.

These days, without a powerful weapon, who dares to speak loudly?

Even wizards with different systems and technologies must demonstrate real deterrence; otherwise, profit-driven businessmen like the Bald Eagle will use every means to test you, interfere with you, and try to capture wizards for dissection experiments.

Instead of fighting with all their might like this now, just hoping that their title as the beacon of humanity and the world's number one will not be shaken.

Fleur didn't say anything about us having magic or anything like that. She could roughly understand it, because without Ryan's explanation, they would also have the attitude of "I have magic, but he doesn't" when facing Muggle guns.

This is because the two sides have different development systems, making it impossible for them to understand each other.

"Did you say the bald eagle used its full strength?" she suddenly thought of this question.

"In terms of conventional combat capabilities, they have deployed all the aircraft carriers they can, and their navy and air force have essentially gone all out."

However, they didn't use special forces operations and paratrooper landings that relied on large-scale intelligence support. Of course, they couldn't use them, because even the most elite special forces couldn't win against well-prepared, well-equipped elite wizards.

Ryan's gaze was dark as he saw that the locket and resurrection stone ring on the altar had disappeared, leaving only a Hufflepuff golden cup sitting there quietly.

It seems that the people behind the scenes are also curious: can Voldemort's Horcruxes survive the impact of such a powerful weapon?