Victor clutched his waist, where the wounds torn by the dark magic were useless even if he poured a large amount of white fresh and used magic bandages.

After all, I haven't heard of anyone alive with their entire left kidney smashed into a bloody hole.

Time goes back to when the accident first broke out.

Victor walked slowly, trying to be as careful as possible with his special soft-soled shoes so that they would not make a sound.

The area shrouded in the Flame Spell over there exuded an increasingly ominous force field.

The cacophony of the flames made it impossible for him to tell whether there were still those who had survived the wails or the unwilling soul screams of those who had been consumed by the flames.

As a member of the front-line team who can be regarded as the oldest in the active service of the French Ministry of Magic, he has never seen any scenes, whether Voldemort in Britain knows it, he used to talk and laugh, but he doesn't know how high it is......

It's not bad, Voldemort's kind of troublemaker in the corner of the island is at most a gangster force with a slight achievement.

Voldemort even boasted of being the King of the Black Membrane, and he didn't even rule the entire island of Britain, and the pure high-pressure threat was the lowest, so it was no wonder that he wanted to lie on the ground.

If he had been born a few years earlier, he might have been able to see the grandeur of the Grindelwald era, which was the great achievement of the great era.

Every time he sees news about Grindelwald, he thinks of a poem from the Eastern culture that his daughter studied.

"Jun gave birth to me, I was not born, I gave birth to a goldfish guy"

That's probably how it reads.

Shaking his head, he let himself go, his wand held smoothly in front of him.

Always make sure that if something hostile appears in his line of sight, he will be able to attack at the first opportunity.

In this case, there is no need to care about procedural justice and other useless things.

If an incident of this magnitude is artificially created, it can already be regarded as a declaration of war against a country.

But when he walked to the area where the power of the dark arts was most intense, even the most experienced in battle couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The Adam's apple shook involuntarily, and its feet felt as if they had been nailed to the ground.

He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, first taking a deep breath, then sighing.

The wand in his hand clenched even tighter, and he knew that his life would be given here today.

Because there are some things that you have to do even if you know that you will die.

Because in front of him, an extremely dangerous subspace in the wizarding world appeared.

And that train is not simply hundreds of people......

The train was crammed with humans who had been sacrificed as animals.

The corpses were scattered all over the place, forming stacked magical hubs on the ground.

And the area enclosed by these seemingly irregular corpses is now bubbling with golden-red flames, and the rocks are licked and turned into splashes of magma droplets.

A strong smell of sulfur emanated from the bottomless cavern that exuded a rich aura of black magic.

Damn it!

He wasn't a wizard who excelled at magical enchantments, though he knew that he could upset the magical balance of the enchantment by cleaning up and destroying those corpses.

However, if you are not careful, the magic barrier here will lose its balance and form an explosion.

At worst, the entire undersea tunnel project will be destroyed, and at worst, the entire European region will be damaged by the magic pulse.

It's a pity that the other side has already made a good choice for him.

The subspace looked like a hole in the gates of hell, and the magic that continued to emanate gradually engulfed the entire area, and also fed the entire area.

Some corpses that did not participate in the formation of the magic array were soaked in a large amount of black magic and formed the most annoying creatures of wizards, the walking corpse.

Walking corpses are more dangerous than Yin corpses, because they have no clear weaknesses and are no longer afraid of fire, but are born in flames.

"Arrows on top of each other!"

The silvery-white attributeless magic was like a laser, slowly squeezing out of his wand, and then reaching the walking corpse in an instant.

Unable to control that much, Victor began to attack the walking corpses who had just gotten up, or were still in a state of rising, while trying to pass on his own news.

If the Ministry of Magic didn't have enough countermeasures, it would rush in and face this hell, facing hundreds of walking corpses, the casualties would be terrible.

Then the next conspiracy and attack may be completely powerless to deal with.

It is worthy of being a walking corpse, except for a few walking corpses who fell into the Gate of Hell due to Victor's continuous attacks, most of them are still running intact even if their bodies are broken.

Victor sensed that his magic was not enough, and he had to attack while maintaining his personal barrier from being discovered by the walking corpses who were extremely sensitive to life force.

At that moment's pause, the battlefield changed, and several walking corpses let out an unbelievable wail and turned into blood.

A pair of bright red points of light rose from even the flames. What a pair of eyes it was.

Mutter......

Before Victor could react, a spell emitting an ominous mist pierced and shattered his left abdomen.

"Necromancer, this joke is too big. Shouldn't this thing have been extinct long ago? ”

After that, Victor used his last strength to hide in a corner, removing the magical enchantment that could be detected by the necromancer.

It wasn't that he wanted to run away or dodge, Victor had channeled all of his magic into the teleportation in his hand, and he needed to inform the Ministry of Magic of what had happened here.

After he became a member of the Special Operations Section of the Intelligence Directorate of the French Ministry of Magic, he was mentally prepared to face death one day.

At that time, their mission was to defend themselves against the invasion of the dark arts from the island of Britain.

Those people are not a big threat and will not be supported by the native wizards of France, but they are all outlaws.

At the time, he was still a rookie, and he was still basking in the excitement of joining the most powerful department of the Ministry of Magic.

However, before his excitement ended, in just half a month, he felt what cruelty was.

"Why did you stop that spell for me...... I'm just a newcomer, an ordinary team member, and you can have a greater role in living. ”

Holding the woman whose eyes were already a little dazed, his leader, the leader of the action team, a woman who was so strict that no one dared to look at her.

cough

A very slight cough, followed by blood filling the lungs.

"Go ahead and carry out the mission. Sophie's eyes seemed to want to become stern again, but her body was no longer able to do this simple strength.

"I am your team leader, how can I allow you to die before me. ”

Mournful, beautiful scene.

"But we were both left alive, and the rest of our teammates were dead. ”

Victor, who was single with his strength at the time, said.

Sophie used all her strength and raised her hand to hammer Victor's chest, and the weak hand was held tightly by Victor, but there was no more life.

Looking at the ring on his hand, it was the only relic left by the former Sufi squad.

Unfortunately, now this spiritual object is about to lose its heritage.

for he heard footsteps again......