Chapter 256: What Should I Do About Victory or Defeat?

When Voldemort was distracted, Zhang Yao chose to make a move without hesitation.

There were twelve phantoms in the sky, and these phantoms had the same movements and the same expressions. The twelve Zhang Yao attacked at the same time, bringing up a powerful vibration space, like a big net falling from the sky.

Voldemort on the castle had already reacted the moment the space began to shake.

Voldemort, who reacted, raised his wand, and the green magic light filled his body, and before the vast net of space made up descended, a whistling came out of his mouth.

Voldemort's whistling sound, similar to the hissing of a python.

Hearing this sound in the ears of the people, many Death Eaters subconsciously shuddered. Immediately afterwards, the eyes of these people could not stop showing a look of worship.

The worship of the strong stems from the instinct of the weak to follow the strong.

Voldemort may be synonymous with darkness in the eyes of many, but in the eyes of dark wizards who seek strength, this power is still fascinating.

Mesmerizing power, roaring throughout the heavens and the earth.

The big net in Zhang Yao's hand was a rift in space, and the rift continued to expand all the way, and when he reached a critical point, Voldemort also had a new move.

In the wand held high, the green light was like substance. Voldemort's body was reflected in this green light, and it was impossible to distinguish where the light and shadow were and where Voldemort was himself.

The green light gradually merged with Voldemort, and from a distance it looked like a triangle of energy that was wide at the bottom and sharp at the top, rising from the ground with a roar.

"What a madman, he actually wants to take His Majesty's attack hard. Didn't he know that the best way to face such an attack was not to take it hard but to dodge? Witnessing the green light rising into the sky, Immorton and several people had a solemn look on their faces, and they all subconsciously felt incredible, because no matter how you look at it at this time, Voldemort should choose to dodge.

Zhang Yao's attack, even the space shook and cracked, and the damage was absolutely unimaginable. In the face of such a powerful blow, normal people will dodge it at the first time, otherwise a negligence is the result of death and no life, even Voldemort is no exception.

Immorton and Dracula looked at each other, they didn't believe that Voldemort would not understand such a simple truth.

"The drunkard doesn't mean to drink, he's demonstrating to us!" Compared to Immorton and Dracula's horror, Gandalf was still calm, and his slightly narrowed eyes still had a wise light.

"Boom" followed Gandalf's words, and the collision in the sky began.

Shrouded in green magical light, Voldemort was like a green spaceship, trying to break through, Zhang Yao's atmosphere composed of spatial rifts.

This is the most primitive power competition, because of the abnormal movement of magical energy and space, the entire sky is reflected in fiery red.

A fiery red sky vision looms over the entire United Kingdom. With the ancient castle as the center, a radius of thousands of miles was filled with rampaging heaven and earth energy, so that all those who observed this scene unconsciously looked up at the sky, wanting to know what was happening.

"What a terrible power! Grandpa, are you mistaken, Voldemort's strength is so strong, he, he" At this moment, Voldemort's strength can be called invincible. Hermione wanted to speak several times, but she really couldn't figure out why she had such power and only got the word demonstration in the mouth of her grandfather Gandalf.

"A pinnacle-level battle must have a vision of heaven and earth. In Cairo, for example, the Pharaoh brought out the heavenly fire to burn the earth, which doesn't mean anything! Gandalf stroked Hermione's head dotingly, though Hermione still didn't understand the statement. But Dracula and Immorton nodded silently.

"He's scared, it's because he's scared, that's why he can't wait to show his strength. It is precisely because of fear that he wants to turn passive into active, which seems to be a crazy hard fight, but it is not a silent admonition! A long time later, as many Death Eaters bowed to Voldemort, Dracula smiled at him.

Voldemort would also be afraid, he was only the Dark Lord, not the Dark Lord.

For Voldemort, Zhang Yao's Rising Sun Empire appeared too suddenly, that is, he was already prepared in his heart, but when he saw Zhang Yao, Immorton, Dracula, and Gandalf, the uneasiness in his heart was still unavoidable.

In a tentative move, Voldemort and Zhang Yao tested each other. The results of this trial made Voldemort furious. He couldn't imagine that four powerhouses of the same level as him belonged to the same force. So after reaching a joint agreement between each other, who is in charge?

Anti-guest-oriented, which is not uncommon in history.

It is sad that many people think that the enemy is too strong.

But allies are too strong, so why not.

After crafting the Horcruxes, Voldemort was often not in his conscious mind and became irritable. But at the same time, he was not simple-minded, and after treating others on his own, Voldemort thought that having such a powerful ally by his side was no less than defeating Dumbledore. It is absolutely impossible for the two sides to conclude an equal pact in the absence of equal forces.

Covenants of equality can only arise when they are close in strength. If the strength of the two sides is not equal, the necessity of such an alliance is really worth considering.

Now Voldemort regretted it, he was a little annoyed by his rash actions, and he also put a big quotation mark on this alliance.

"Ao Bang Nova!" The thoughts in my heart turn a thousand times in just an instant. Voldemort, who rose into the air, let out a loud cry, and the wand in his hand was like a knight's sword, stabbing forward suddenly.

The wand is in the middle of the web of space.

In the collision of energy turbulence, Voldemort's wand was full of cracks, but he ignored this, because Voldemort knew that this time he must win, and he must show his strength.

"Click"

There are no earth-shattering explosions, and no heart-pounding energy collisions. With a crisp sound, the wand in Voldemort's hand broke through the blockade of space before it shattered completely. It is like a needle that fixes the sea, and freezes the entire space.

As the space was completely frozen, the dense cracks in the sky disappeared.

Zhang Yao's twelve phantoms fused into one, silently opposing Voldemort in mid-air.

Zhang Yao, who was standing in mid-air, was the first to applaud Voldemort after the battle. There was no sign of defeat on his face, but a sincere smile, which made all the Death Eaters who were silent in joy visibly stunned for a moment.

"I won!" A wand fixed the entire space, but Voldemort didn't have any smile on his face.

"Yes, you won, that's obvious!" Zhang Yao nodded lightly and landed from the sky at the same time as Voldemort.

As soon as the two landed, the Death Eaters gathered around Voldemort and cheered. And everyone around Zhang Yao also smiled at Voldemort's side who was cheering, and did not say anything about this result.

"Big brother, you are a golden branch and a jade leaf, and he is a broken brick and a tile. Leave these things to us. Dracula and the others walked up to Zhang Yao, including Gandalf with a white towel and Immorton with red wine. The relaxed atmosphere of complacency made the Death Eaters who saw this scene silent.

"Congratulations, you've won!" Zhang Yao wiped his hands with a towel, and Dracula tidied up the folds on his clothes, and finally took the red wine handed by Immorton and raised his glass to Voldemort.

Silence, watching Zhang Yao's flipping movements, Voldemort's original joy of victory disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He really couldn't figure out why Zhang Yao, who was defeated, would show that he didn't care.

I can't even think of why I can't laugh at all when I win myself.

There is no joy for the winner, and there is no sorrow for the loser