Looking at the Impostors lying dead and wounded ahead, the Death Eaters all wore particularly complicated expressions. A few days earlier, when Yaxley had proposed doing this at the meeting, many of the Death Eaters present had scoffed at it, believing that as long as the Dark Lord acted personally, there was no need to fear that Mudblood or his followers.
But judging from the current situation, it had undoubtedly been a very wise decision. Neither the Defence Association nor that damned Mudblood was someone they could deal with easily.
"Kill them all. Leave no one alive!"
Voldemort's gaze was especially grave as he watched the group in the village still holding up their defences against the barrage of Charms. He knew Yaxley's plan had not been bad. Under those circumstances, ordinary people caught in a sudden ambush would surely have lost more than half their number to death and injury after being thrown into disarray.
Even he would have had to keep his distance when faced with a bombardment of Charms.
Yet those people's reaction had completely exceeded Voldemort's expectations. Rather than panicking, they had gathered together in an orderly fashion, directly raising a magical barrier to withstand the Death Eaters' relentless bombardment. It was simply unimaginable to them. Even the Ministry of Magic's most elite Aurors could not have remained as calm and composed as they had.
That was why Voldemort had resolved to kill them all, even though quite a few of them were pure-bloods.
He knew perfectly well that even if Albert Anderson, that Mudblood, was killed, the chances of these people surrendering to him were minuscule. Instead, they would become a major problem.
And since they were a problem, they naturally had to be eliminated directly.
"Yes!"
The Death Eaters were somewhat surprised, but they