Compared with Link's current body size, the wand in his hand was ridiculously small.
But as Link made a charging posture, a large amount of Fog Armor bound by mysterious cloud patterns wrapped along Link's arm onto the ebony wand, continuously swelling.
In the end, with the ebony wand as the core, it formed a two-handed fog sword more than three meters long.
BOOM!
The enormous fog sword was suddenly swung out.
The terrifying air explosion sound shook the nearby Aurors and Hunters until blood flowed from their noses and ears, their faces full of pain.
But soon, the painful expressions on their faces were replaced by endless joy.
Because the blood-colored thunder dragon that surged toward them like heavenly punishment was completely split apart by the huge fog sword in Link's hand.
This scene was just like earlier when Link, wrapped in mist, broke through Voldemort's Killing Curse beam.
Those mysterious mists seemed to have a natural restraint against Voldemort's attacks.
But in reality, Link was only using ultra-high-density semi-transparent Fiendfyre.
These flames consumed magic power at a terrifying rate, but they had extremely strong cutting and blocking effects against beam-type spells, especially those driven by curse power.
That was what caused the fog giant sword to cut through Voldemort's attack like a hot knife through butter.
"Your growth truly surprises me."
As the blood-colored thunder dragon gradually dissipated, a gloomy and calm voice suddenly sounded in Link's mind.
Yes.
This voice did not reach Link's ears through ordinary air vibrations, but sounded directly inside his heart.
And at the scene, there was clearly only one person capable of doing such a thing.
Link's expression turned serious as he looked up. Sure enough, he saw Voldemort, supported in the sky by blood-colored thunderclouds, grinning ferociously at him.
"Link Flamel, I have to admit that I did underestimate you a little. I didn't expect that in just a few short years you would already be able to arrange a scene like this."
"But you don't actually think the Anti-Apparition Spell inside the Ministry of Magic can trap me, do you?"
"If you want to run away like a stray dog, then go ahead and try."
Link moved his mental power and "spoke" to Voldemort in the same way.
He absolutely did not believe Voldemort could escape.
The Anti-Apparition Spell inside the British Ministry of Magic indeed could not trap Voldemort.
Restrictions of this level could not even stop phoenix Fawkes's spatial teleportation.
But the problem was that the spatial restriction inside the Department of Mysteries was not the Anti-Apparition Spell, but a mysterious object called Seaside Inn.
This mysterious object, whose true form was a hotel and a lamp cord, had spatial restriction abilities that surpassed any known restriction methods in the current magical world.
The operating principles of its internal spatial rules were completely beyond the understanding of current wizard knowledge of space.
This was also why Link and the Aurors had to use physical methods to reach the Memory Hall, or pull the lamp cord.
If Voldemort could break through even the spatial blockade provided by such a mysterious object, then Link felt Voldemort wouldn't need to waste time talking with them here.
A casual wave creating spatial turbulence would be enough to kill them all.
Floating in the air, Voldemort clearly had no interest in arguing with Link about this topic.
He casually waved his hand, letting the thundercloud beneath him spread out to block the continuous attacks from the Hunter group and the Auror forces, while he continued staring at Link and said, "Link Flamel, the power we possess is far beyond your imagination. I can give you one last chance."
"Since you killed my servant, then you will become my servant instead."
"If you willingly accept the Dark Mark, perhaps I can spare the lives of you and your relatives."
Link's eyes shifted slightly when he heard this. He did not answer Voldemort directly, but asked in confusion, "You just said 'we'? Does that 'we' refer to those shadows that rescued you on the night of your resurrection?"
Voldemort's face became somewhat ugly.
He shook his head and said, "It seems you are still stubbornly refusing to see reason. In that case… go die!"
As his words fell, the blood-colored thundercloud that had been stable like an umbrella suddenly began to boil.
As the thundercloud rolled, the lightning storm appeared again.
But compared with before, the range of this storm expanded several times, directly covering nearly half of the Memory Hall.
In an instant, large numbers of Auror teams were directly vaporized.
Even the Hunter group, which had been acting cautiously under Krell's command, suffered a small number of casualties.
And Voldemort himself sat high upon the thundercloud like a god, looking down at everyone.
The ferocity and cruelty that often appeared on Voldemort's face had quietly disappeared.
In its place was an awe-inspiring solemnity.
The surviving Hunters and Aurors raised their wands and launched attacks again.
Countless bright spells formed a curtain of light, rising into the sky like fireworks and striking toward Voldemort.
But these spells, which could usually split mountains and break rocks with ease, and could even somewhat break through Voldemort's defenses, lost their former power before the thundercloud that spread out again.
When the two collided, facing the terrifying explosions of countless spells detonating, the black-red thundercloud merely twisted and bounced a few times without losing even the slightest bit.
Voldemort above the clouds showed a trace of pity in his eyes.
He tilted his head slightly, looking at the people below.
It seemed like sympathy, yet also like mockery.
That gaze made many people open their mouths in despair.
"Hah! You really think you're a god?"
Link's furious roar suddenly rang out.
Everyone heard a sound of air bursting, and then saw Link, wrapped entirely in Fog Armor, shoot upward like a sword toward Voldemort.
At the same time, Voldemort also seemed to sense danger.
The black-red thundercloud filling the sky rapidly contracted, gathering into a mass that pressed toward Link.
Link was instantly swallowed by the thundercloud.
The gigantic beast formed by the thundercloud roared provocatively toward the people below.
But even so, there was still not a trace of disappointment on their faces.
Because inside the body of that thundercloud beast, a light could clearly be seen growing brighter and brighter.
That light became more and more dazzling. Finally, everyone felt a flash before their eyes, and then the enormous thundercloud beast wailed as it exploded into countless fragments.
And Link, as the source of that light, continued charging steadily toward Voldemort.
The terrifying thundercloud beast had not caused him even the slightest obstruction. Instead, it made the light and heat surrounding him several times more intense.
Voldemort, who had been posing like a god above the clouds, finally could no longer remain seated.
The solemn expression on his face was instantly replaced by beast-like ferocity.
As his wand danced wildly, countless blood-colored thunder dragons mixed with faint green surged toward Link.
Not only that, even Voldemort himself turned into a streak of blood-colored shadow and rushed forward.
Facing such a level of attack, Link in Fog Armor form finally made his first evasive movement.
Unfortunately, even under the enhancement of Battle God's Roar Potion and Mental Power Stimulant Elixir, how could a human reaction speed surpass lightning?
Almost the moment Link moved, the terrifying tide of lightning crashed toward him head-on.
Clang!
At the critical moment, Link once again swung the fog sword in his hand.
The powerful mist slash violently split open the lightning tide, dividing it into two.
But unlike before, the total amount of attacks this time was simply too great.
The shattered blood lightning scattered and continued striking Link.
Amid a series of explosions, Link was blasted backward at an even faster speed than when he came.
Voldemort's main body finally reached Link's side as well.
A trace of excitement that he could not hide flashed through his scarlet eyes as he reached out to grab Link's neck.
But in the next moment, several masses of orange-red dragon-hunting ballista bolts slammed into him, forcing him to fly backward a certain distance.
And this was only the beginning.
Through Link's attack, the Hunters below finally reacted.
The thundercloud still remained in the sky, but at this moment the Hunters displayed their extremely high throwing accuracy.
Under the overdraft enhancement of potions, massive amounts of spells along with dragon-hunting ballista bolts were thrown out like they cost nothing, drawing unified and elegant arcs in the air, passing through the gaps in the shattered thunderclouds, and continuing to land around Voldemort.
With fire support, Link finally recovered.
He steadied himself, reorganized his magic power, and charged toward Voldemort again.
Voldemort showed no weakness either, charging forward against the Hunters' bombardment.
One white figure and one red figure continuously collided amid the magical bombardment of the Hunters, while the roars of thunder dragons and Link's shouts echoed through the sky.
"This can't go on like this!"
Sirius stared at the two fighting endlessly in the sky and said with deep worry.
"Yes. That little guy Link Flamel has barely reached the threshold of a quasi-legendary wizard in terms of magic power strength and can fight Voldemort, but in total magic power he still can't compare to Voldemort."
"Right now he's only maintaining the situation because of the fire support from the Hunters and Aurors."
"But this kind of battle consumes magic power at a terrifying rate. After some time, once the magic inside his body drops to a certain level, he'll lose."
Moody came to Sirius's side leaning on his cane and agreed. His magical eye spun rapidly, always locked onto the two figures colliding at high speed in the sky.
"But what exactly is that layer of Fog Armor on that kid?"
"Why is it that as the battle goes on, not only is the Fog Armor not damaged at all, but the light inside it is getting brighter and brighter?"
"And also… the magic power hidden inside is frighteningly strong. Could it be…"
Moody did not continue speaking. Only a faint excited gleam flickered in his remaining normal eye.
Sirius did not respond to Moody.
He had never liked this sloppy old Auror very much.
He thought the man was both long-winded and crazy.
So while Moody was talking, he kept staring anxiously at the dark passage they came from.
'Dumbledore… why hasn't he come yet!?'
He clearly arrived at the Ministry of Magic together with them, so why is he unwilling to act?
If Dumbledore were willing to act in this stalemate situation, then Voldemort would almost certainly die.
Of course, Voldemort, whose Horcruxes had not yet all been destroyed, would not truly die.
Just like more than ten years ago, he would continue wandering in a strange soul state.
Until one day he found a chance to revive and make a comeback.
This seemed like a meaningless battle.
But at least it could buy them time to search for the Horcruxes.
Last time Voldemort died, it took more than ten years before he revived with the help of the Death Eaters.
And this time, basically all the well-known and loyal Death Eaters had been wiped out. The time Voldemort would need to revive would certainly become even longer.
This was also why Link organized this extermination operation.
Like Sirius, he also felt that time was far too limited.
The only difference between them was that Sirius wanted to search for Horcruxes during the time Voldemort was in a wandering soul state, while Link wanted to rapidly increase his strength.
Link was confident that in the future he would become stronger than Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
And once he had that level of strength, what would it matter if Voldemort revived again?
"Sigh!"
Sirius let out a deep sigh.
Dumbledore still had not appeared from the darkness.
He gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his wand, and strode toward the battlefield ahead.
"Hey! Kid, where are you going?"
Moody asked from behind Sirius in a neutral tone.
Without turning his head, Sirius said, "To help Link Flamel! Even though I don't like this guy and even feel annoyed whenever I see him!"
"At least right now he's fighting for the British magical world! I can't just stand by doing nothing like some people!"
As soon as these words came out, many Aurors gathered around the D.A. Army blushed in embarrassment.
They had received Scrimgeour's order specifically to protect the students on the D.A. Army side.
Although this was an order from their superior, they had to admit that when they learned of this order, they felt a bit secretly pleased.
After all, the battlefield right now was a bloody meat grinder with a huge chance of casualties. How could it compare with protecting students safely here?
Now that these thoughts were exposed, everyone lowered their heads in shame.
Some younger Aurors, unable to bear the humiliation, directly disobeyed Scrimgeour's order and grabbed their wands, rejoining the battlefield together with Sirius.
Watching all this, Moody smiled and shook his head, muttering, "These kids are still too young! Staying alive is the most important thing. Once a person dies, there's nothing left."
"And besides, who said Link Flamel needs your help?"
"That guy is a monster!"
"He's got plenty of tricks in his head!"
As he spoke, Moody raised his wand and began continuously setting up layer after layer of defensive spells in front of the D.A. Army's position.
The upcoming battle would probably become even more exaggerated. To prevent the aftermath of the fighting and stray attacks from injuring the students, he had to make proper defensive preparations.
At the same time, the battle situation in the sky suddenly underwent a dramatic change…