Chapter 72 The Rose and the Snake 12
He no longer tried to pull his hand away, but instead suddenly turned his wrist and grabbed Abraxas' wrist tightly with his backhand.
The force was so great that it almost crushed his bones.
At the same time, his free right wand was raised like lightning, and the tip of the wand was precisely placed against Abraxas' heart.
It wasn't the green light of the Killing Curse, but——
"Crucio!"
Voldemort's cold, malicious, and experimental voice echoed clearly throughout the garden!
“Buzz!”
A terrifying magical fluctuation that was ten times stronger and a hundred times purer than last night's compensatory version, like a tangible black thorn, instantly erupted from the tip of Voldemort's wand and pierced Abraxas' chest fiercely.
“Uh ...
This time, Abraxas could no longer hold back.
A howl so shrill that didn't sound like a human voice suddenly erupted from the depths of his throat.
The pain and despair contained in that voice made everyone who heard it feel their scalp tingle and their heart stop.
His entire body felt as if it had been hit hard by an invisible giant hammer, or as if it had been passed through by a high-voltage electric current. His body suddenly arched backwards, presenting an extremely painful and distorted posture.
The gray-blue eyes turned white in an instant, the pupils dilated to the extreme, losing all their spirit, leaving only pure, boundless pain.
Blood mixed with gastric juice gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably! The fingers that were holding Voldemort's wrist instantly lost their strength and loosened, and the whole person fell backwards heavily like a puppet with its strings cut.
However, Voldemort's left hand, which was holding his wrist, was like an iron hoop. Instead of loosening, it held him even tighter, forcibly preventing him from falling.
He held the convulsing Abraxas in pain like a rag doll, pinning him to the tip of his wand.
The scarlet pupils were like the most sophisticated instruments, coldly and unblinkingly observing every twitch of the muscles on his face and listening to every broken syllable coming out of his throat.
An experiment! He was conducting a cruel experiment, and he was going to watch Abraxas crumble under the true torture of Cruciatus.
He wanted to test the damn system rules! He wanted to find out whether the truth behind the scarlet in the elf's eyes was related to Abraxas!
The intense pain was like billions of red-hot steel needles piercing and stirring wildly in the body!
Abraxas's consciousness was torn into pieces in an instant! He felt like he was thrown into the furnace of hell, his soul being peeled off and crushed inch by inch.
But in this overwhelming pain, the fragment of Voldemort's dark magic in his body suddenly boiled over like cold water thrown into boiling oil!
It is no longer passive absorption or repair, but instead displays an almost greedy and violent devouring instinct.
It madly absorbed the destructive dark magical impact brought by the Cruciatus Curse.
Like a dry desert swallowing up a rainstorm.
This process brought double the pain, as if the inside of the body was also being torn apart and burned! But at the same time, an even more bizarre phenomenon occurred -
“Sizzle…”
Like the sound of a branding iron burning flesh!
On Abraxas' chest, which was heaving violently with pain, at the position of his heart where the tip of the wand was pressed, the dark green fabric of his dress seemed to be burned through by invisible flames.
An extremely clear, living, dark red thorn mark was emerging from under his skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The mark was complex and eerie, like burning vines of fire wrapped around a bleeding heart.
It emitted a faint red light, and every flicker was accompanied by a more violent spasm in Abraxas' body.
[Warning! Warning! The host is under attack from the original version of 'Crucio'! ]
[Pain synchronization rate skyrocketed! 25%… 40%… 55%!]
['Brand of Thorns' materializes! Synchronization rate surpasses the 50% critical point!]
[New rule unlocked: 'Physical and magical damage taken by the host will be transferred to the capture target at the current synchronization rate (55%)!']
The system's warning sound screamed sharply in Abraxas' chaotic and painful consciousness!
And almost at the moment when the thorn mark appeared and the system prompted that the synchronization rate had exceeded the critical point of 50%—
"Well!"
A muffled groan of extreme pain suddenly exploded from Voldemort's own throat.
His tall body shook violently.
It was like being hit hard in the chest by an invisible hammer.
A tearing pain several times stronger than the backlash just now, originating from the depths of his soul, erupted in his body without warning.
It was as if countless red-hot thorns were growing wildly from inside his heart, piercing his internal organs.
His fingers gripping Abraxas' wrist instantly gave way.
His scarlet pupils contracted and blurred violently due to the severe pain! The light of the Cruciatus Curse continuously outputted by the wand tip showed an extremely brief but extremely obvious flicker and attenuation for the first time.
It’s this moment of attenuation!
Like a dying beast bursting out its last strength, Abraxas, whose consciousness was almost scattered by the severe pain and the violent dark magic in his body, caught this glimmer of hope.
He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he suddenly broke free from Voldemort's loose hand, and his body fell backwards heavily on the carpet like a broken reed.
"Puff!" Another large mouthful of dark red blood spurted out and splashed on the expensive Persian carpet.
There was a dead silence in the garden.
There was only the broken, painful gasps of Abraxas and the heavy breathing of Voldemort, filled with suppressed anger.
Voldemort stood there, his wand in his right hand lowered, the light on the tip of the wand gone out.
He pressed his left hand tightly against his heart, his handsome face slightly distorted by the sudden severe pain that came from the soul connection, and deep in his scarlet pupils was a raging wave of shock, anger, and disbelief!
Thorn Brand? 55% synchronization rate? Damage transfer?! That soul-tearing pain just now...was it the Cruciatus that Abraxas endured?!
He suddenly lowered his head to look at his heart - although no brand appeared, he could clearly feel a lingering burning pain in the area of his heart, the same as the brand on Abraxas' chest.
At this moment, the two pseudo-Aurors who were ordered by Voldemort to capture CC were also stunned by this sudden change and froze in place.
In the shadows, the old house-elf CC was still curled up, but what was creepy was that even though he was enduring great fear and pain from the wound on his arm.
Its eyes, burning with scarlet light, were still fixed on Voldemort without blinking.
The scarlet light not only did not weaken because of Voldemort's pain, but seemed to become brighter and more stable under the stimulation of chaos and dark magic!
As if silently laughing at something.
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