Elden Gulong in American comics

To the Death Eaters, Voldemort was a moody but extremely powerful master, their beloved ruler of the world.

To most people in the wizarding world, Voldemort is a crazy terrorist who represents the craziest racist ideas in the wizarding world.

If the Dark Lord Grindelwald of the previous generation can be compared to the mustache of Germany back then, then the Dark Lord of this generation is somewhat post-modern, and can probably be compared to the lamplighter who is still eating sand in the Middle East.

For a lunatic like Voldemort, what he hates most is when there are problems with his own theories. For example, now those guys who are obviously not human are besieging him, the Dark Lord, with wands.

You know, the wand is the symbol of the wizard, and the behavior of the Holy Tree students is undoubtedly a blasphemy against the pure blood theory followed by Voldemort. So he became angry, and there was even a trace of weird pink on his pale skin. Voldemort let out an ear-piercing scream, and black magic echoed in the night sky. He even forgot to escape. He wanted to use the most evil and powerful curse to kill these bastards. His body was transformed into an inferi, and his soul was tortured with curses, so that he could All the torture methods that could be thought of were applied to them. A demi-human wizard was hit by Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse. He screamed in pain and fell to his knees on the ground. Some of the hybrid limbs were chopped off by Voldemort, and the blood seemed to be dying. The earth spurted out from the wound. It was the black magic acting on the wound. Green light was flying. Behind her, a child of platinum who shot cold arrows fell to the ground without any life. The god of death came from the world and took away her soul.

But these attrition numbers were just insignificant corners of the battlefield. The defense formed by the transfiguration spell had surrounded Voldemort. The blue pyroxene rubble fell from the sky like meteors, suppressing the god-killing black flames among the team. Letina, the son of platinum, was secretly gathering strength. She took a deep breath and then made a bow-drawing gesture.

Lady Loretta, please protect me!

Loretta is a knight of the Holy Tree and the protector of the Platinum Sons. She was once a knight of Calia, so she combined the magic of pyroxene with her outstanding archery skills to create a unique skill that only belongs to Loretta. The magic cast by the guard knight Loretta can form a magic bow, and shoot 4 large arrows at the same time. The power can be strengthened by charging, and the bow will remain in the state of drawing and will not shoot out large arrows during the continuous use.

Loretta seeks the home of the Platinum Sons, the magic she has perfected during her long journey of battle.

During Letina's movement, a thin blue bow and arrow was generated in his hand, and then the magic power was condensed into four arrows, shining like the North Star in the night sky.

Letina struggled to pull the bow in her hand to half open. She was already one of the best among the younger generation of the Sons of Platinum, but she still could not fully master this magic, but she faced the fire snake standing on its head. It was completely enough for the aloof Voldemort.

With such an obvious target, no Platinum Son would miss it!

hum!

The invisible bowstring rang softly, and four arrows streaked across the sky, piercing the oppression caused by Voldemort and the tranquility of the world. Voldemort swayed slightly, trying to hide, but he could not escape.

The barrier in front of him shattered and the robe made of human skin was no longer able to withstand this blow!

The sound of arrows piercing flesh was heard, and then Voldemort's body twisted for a moment. It was the disembodiment that every wizard could do, but the injured he could only move himself to the back of the battlefield and screamed, "Stop them. quick!"

Just as the Death Eaters were about to step forward, they saw the students of the Holy Tree stopped there. They silently separated a path, and a girl walked from the path. She was wearing a pure white dress and her face was covered with a mask. Gossamer, barefoot walking on the ground, the children of the sacred tree kneeling on the ground.

"Okay, let's stop here and practice team battle later."

With that said, Michaela lifted the veil on her face: "Step aside and let that poor guy come out."

The next moment, the Death Eaters froze there, impressed by the god's unparalleled charm. The medicine Sirius gave them took effect at this moment. They became Michaela's puppets at that moment and retreated honestly. It opened to reveal Voldemort behind him.

There was a look of astonishment on the opponent's snake face. He wanted to run away, but thunder struck from the sky and appeared behind him.

"If you feel confident enough to outrun lightning please do so."

Voldemort felt his blood flowing out from his abdomen, and his life was showing an unbridled smile: "I am immortal."

"I'll be back sooner or later."

There was a bit of pity in Gu Long's eyes. Human beings are creatures with a short life span. They always long for eternity, but most people will soon find out.

Living all the time is not as good as they imagined. "It's a pity that you don't have the strength to obtain this blessing of eternal life." Gu Long sighed leisurely. The man in front of him tried his best to obtain eternal life, but in the end he lived without Dumbledore. Two-thirds of a lifetime does sound a bit pitiful. "Forget it, after all, I have other things to do. Let others talk to you next."

With a flash of thunder, Voldemort's wand flew away, and then turned into a cage to trap him inside.

Gu Long looked at Dumbledore, who was floating above the camp. He still had a faint smile on his face, and he didn't have the consciousness of a corpse at all.

"Wake up, Dumbledore, it's time."

Dumbledore opened his eyes. He looked at the silent Holy Tree foreign students and Voldemort, who was clutching his abdomen and looking miserable. He sighed, "It's a little worse than expected."

"My kids are a little too impulsive."

Cologne fished Dumbledore out and then placed him in front of Voldemort. He took two steps to the side of the Holy Power student and raised his hand to press the platinum son who had been hit by the killing curse.

When the other party regained consciousness, Gu Long poked his head: "Go back and reflect on the situation for two thousand words, and explain how you impulsively jumped in and stuck your head out from behind and got hit."

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

As the people of the Holy Tree, their souls have been backed up by Gu Long. The killing curse alone cannot make them die completely. After all, it is quite difficult to completely kill someone in the border area.

If you don't protect yourself well, the other party will crawl out of the grave and stab you in the waist.

Next to him, Dumbledore faced Voldemort with a complicated expression and stretched out a hand to him, "Are you willing to repent, Tom?"

"Repent? Dumbledore, have you always been so naive?"

Dumbledore sighed, waved his wand, and the soil on the ground was shaped into a rope, wrapping Voldemort tightly. "The Wizengamot will judge you." Dumbledore shook his head, and Cologne, who had finished his lecture next to him, came together. Come over: "Are you sure you don't want to kill him here?"

"He still has a Horcrux, doesn't he?" Dumbledore glanced at Voldemort: "I'm curious, how long will he rely on the Horcrux?"

"Is it 100 years, 200 years, or... 1000 years?"

Dumbledore's eyes showed curiosity, and Gu Long grinned, "He has become like this in just a few decades. In another 100 years, he will probably be twisted into a maggot."

"How cruel, Dumbledore