Even though it was noon, the sky was overcast and there was no sunlight to see.

There were small snowflakes floating in the sky, and the bitter cold wind carried an infinite chill that even the vampires present felt cold.

The Volturi family is here after all.

At first, it was just the faint sound of footsteps in the woods, and then there were looming shadows.

Finally, people in black cloaks slowly walked out of the forest.

They walked slowly, neatly but not too much, in perfect sync with each other, as if there was a bond between them made of invisible steel, like a moving wall, impregnable.

Their march was so unhurried, graceful and noble, that everyone's face was expressionless, only an endless sense of oppression, as if this team was invincible and had the chance of victory.

Although there was the sound of wind and snow in the ears, the atmosphere in the stadium was terrifyingly silent, the two sides were separated by a hundred meters, but everyone present was extraordinary, and both sides could see each other's faces clearly and hear each other's words clearly.

However, no one spoke.

The Volturi family stood there in a kind of invincible victorious manner, staring coldly at the Cullens and the helpers they had found.

Compared to the huge team of the Volturi family, the number of people on the Karen family's side is pitiful, even if you count the wolf clan, it is only a fraction of the other party.

From Alice's prophecy to the imminent arrival of the Volturi family, to the fact that everyone is standing here now, but only more than two hours have passed.

There was no more preparation, and there was not much time to make a choice, although everyone had been arguing for more than two hours, but at the last moment, everyone chose to stay, choosing to face the fear they had been afraid all along-

Fifteen hundred years of tyranny by the Volturi family.

A tragic atmosphere flowed in the hearts of everyone, if the terrifying strength gap made people feel desperate, but everyone still chose to stay, for different reasons, but with the same purpose.

They are fed up with the days of hiding in Tibet, and they are fed up with the high-sounding appearance of the Volturi family, which is secretly full of horrific repression and persecution.

Everyone had a determination on their faces, they knew they couldn't win, but to be able to stand here was enough.

It's a strength, an indomitable spirit.

Maybe only a second passed, maybe a year passed, as if receiving a silent order, the huge line of the Volturi family suddenly split in half from the middle, and a group of figures dressed in obvious different clothes from the others came to the front from behind.

Compared to others, they were more ornate and noble, and strange patterns woven of gold thread were attached to their clothes.

Obviously, the status of these people is much higher than that of others.

The cold wind blew their cloaks, revealing the inside of their cloaks, an elegant blood-red color, as if flowing blood had been sprinkled directly on them.

The group walked to the front of the line, with the leader standing in the most prominent position, two people standing next to him behind him, and then the others, arranged in an inverted triangle.

In contrast, the clothes of the leader are a little more luxurious and elegant than those behind him.

He is not tall, but he has a certain strange temperament on his body, which makes people dare not ignore his existence no matter what.

His eyes were blood-red, his facial features were perfect, and his face was almost transparent, and he stood there, like a god from above, looking down on the mortal creatures below.

He lifted the hood of his cloak from his head, revealing a head of jet-black hair, and his eyes began to wander back and forth between the Cullens and their helpers, as if searching for something.

He stayed on Carlisle for a moment, then on Stephen and Vladmir for half a second, his gaze on Edward, and finally, on Bella.

He spoke.

"My dear Bella. ”

The tone of yin and yang is strange, but the voice is surprisingly gentle, with a certain strange kindness, and with the strange satisfaction that a cat wants to eat but can't eat when it catches a mouse again after it has eaten enough.

"Finally—"

Then he couldn't go any further.

Eight figures appeared out of thin air around the huge team of the Volturi family, surrounding the team of more than 100 people in the center.

The black leather trench coat and the magic wand in his hand all indicate the identity of the eight people.

"Stop!"

One of them stood directly across from Arrow with his wand in hand, though the latter did not move.

With that, the man took out a document from his pocket, opened it and shook it at Arrow, which had an eagle printed on it.

"MACUSA, Magical Congress of the United States, Office of the Aurors. ”

"In accordance with the regulations of the International Federation of Wizards and the Magical Congress of the United States, all humanoid magical creatures are not allowed to enter our territory without permission. ”

"Sir, we have every reason to believe that you and your companions have entered the country illegally, and now, I need to take you and your companions away, please do not resist, otherwise, my people have unlimited right to self-defense!

He laughed.

"You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will be used as evidence at the discretion of the court. ”

......

A huge team of hundreds of vampires, surrounded by eight people.

Such a dramatic image appeared in the eyes of the Cullen family and all the people he invited to help.

"Please hold your head in your hands, men on the left and women on the right, squat on the spot and don't move, my people will put magic handcuffs on you, it will make you temporarily lose your strength, it will be a little uncomfortable, but please don't resist, and then my people and I will take you to the headquarters for trial. ”

"How dare you?!"

Behind Arrow, one of the two standing next to him, one of the three elders of the Volturi family, Caius, Arrow's younger brother, had shoulder-length white blonde hair and looked at the person standing directly across from his brother with an expression of disbelief on his face.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light flashed, and immediately after, he was bound by the rope that shot from the tip of the latter's wand.

One did not stand firmly, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

After doing all this, the man seemed to have done a trivial thing, and without looking at Caius, who had fallen to the ground and was tied up like a brown child, said to Arro, who was still standing opposite him.

"Please cooperate with us and restrain you and your companions, thank you. Otherwise, you do so at your own risk. ”

After that, he motioned to another Auror not far away, "If there is any resistance, kill on the spot." ”

From beginning to end, he had a calm face, no expression on his face, and he looked like he was doing business.

At this time, all the reserve, elegance, and pride that had existed before on Aro's face were all gone, replaced by a dumbfounded expression.

He could no longer care about his original purpose, and he didn't know whether he was angry or frightened, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

......

Standing on Carlisle's side, Karl watched from afar as the rest of the others watched.

With a casual turn of the Auror who spoke, Karl couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

He knew this man.