Chapter 78 The Rose and the Snake 18
The deathly aura of the Killing Curse instantly filled the entire space, and the air seemed to be frozen!
"Avada K——!"
The first half of the spell burst out from his clenched teeth with a destructive determination!
However——at this critical and fatal moment!
Deep within Abraxas's gray-blue eyes, beneath the frozen lake, a glint of cold light accurately captured the fleeting silver-gray mark at the center of the dark green magic pattern on the side of Voldemort's neck! Timing!
The fingers of his left hand, hidden under his gorgeous wide sleeves, were like the most nimble spider. He pointed at the void again, extremely covertly and with a hint of cold determination, and lightly hooked
“Ugh—!”
Voldemort's body felt like it was struck by an invisible giant hammer! The torrent of numbness, tingling, and twisted pleasure surged tenfold in intensity!
It was no longer electric current, but turned into a roaring lava waterfall, which broke through the last bit of his forced willpower with overwhelming force!
The hand that was clutching at his heart suddenly froze, and he clutched the material of his robe in vain.
The strength in his arms, supporting his body, was instantly drained away! His entire body lurched forward uncontrollably, like a puppet with its strings cut!
“Ugh—!”
More shrill, broken gasps escaped from his forced-open lips, with an uncontrollable tremor and a deeper, forcibly excavated sensory indulgence.
The deadly pale green light flickered violently at the tip of the wand, like a candle in the wind, and was finally extinguished suddenly due to the complete loss of control of the caster's body, the extreme blockage of the magic circuit (erosion by the poisonous spider silk), and the overwhelming sensory impact.
The yew wand fell from his hand with a "click" and landed on the carpet with a dull sound.
Abraxas still maintained his bowed posture, as if he was unaware of the imminent threat of death.
Only under his slightly lowered eyelids, deep in his gray-blue pupils, flashed a hint of control as cold and sharp as the aurora on the ice field.
He could clearly "sense" through that invisible magic thread how chaotic the magic network in Voldemort's body, which was like a precision instrument, was at this moment.
The paralyzing effect of the poisonous spider silk was like a sticky poisonous glue blocking the magic pathway, while the dark magic mark buried deep inside was like a precise probe, continuously releasing a sensory storm distorted and amplified by the system rules to the most sensitive nerve nodes.
He clearly saw that the dark green spider web pattern on Voldemort's neck, under his control just now, suddenly deepened and spread like a living thing, and even climbed up his pale jawline.
At the center of the magic pattern, his silver-gray mark beat like a heart, and then disappeared deeper into the strange dark green.
[Warning! The host is actively manipulating the capture target's magic nodes!]
[Detected a violent mental fluctuation in the target! Killing intent value exceeds the critical point (95%)!]
['Brand of Thorns' synchronization rate is abnormally high! Pleasure value +15% (currently 75%)! Warning! Excessive synchronization rate may trigger unknown backlash! Host is advised to stop stimulating behavior immediately!]
The system's warning sounded sharply in Abraxas' mind, with unprecedented solemnity and a hint of... excitement?
Voldemort lost the support of his wand and completely lost his balance.
His tall body was like a fallen tree, crashing into the desk behind him more heavily and thoroughly with irresistible momentum!
The heavy desk was knocked back an inch, and the expensive ink bottle, brass planetarium and several rolls of parchment on the table fell to the ground with a loud crash!
"Bang--!"
A duller crashing sound was heard.
He was forced to half lean on the edge of the desk, his poisonous spider silk clothes clinging to the cold surface.
His handsome face looked more disheveled than ever before, with sweat soaking his temples. His scarlet pupils were completely unfocused and distracted due to the extreme sensory impact, leaving only physiological tears and uncontrollable gasps.
The colorful poisonous clothes now looked more like a living spider web that bound him tightly to the throne (pillar of shame).
Abraxas slowly straightened up, as if admiring a piece of art full of forbidden beauty created by his own hands.
The "relieved" smile on his pale face became deeper and colder, like an icy spike soaked in poison.
Deep in the Knockturn Alley stronghold, in the dead silent study, the only sounds left were the Dark Lord's uncontrolled, suppressed breathing and the mournful sound of rain outside the window.
And this suffocating silence was about to be completely broken by Clarice Black's hysterical screams and the sound of collisions coming from the end of the corridor...
At the same moment when the two people in the study were in a fatal stalemate, the corridor at the entrance of the stronghold exploded!
"Get out of the way! I want to see the master! Now! Right now!" Clarice Black's sharp and hoarse voice echoed in the dim corridor, with a crying tone and a kind of hysterical madness.
Her golden curly hair was disheveled, her expensive royal blue dress was covered in dust and stains of what looked like vomit, and the delicate makeup on her face had long since become a mess, leaving only fear and resentment.
She ignored the obstruction of the two Death Eaters guarding her and tried desperately to rush in.
"I have evidence! Irrefutable evidence! Proof that that despicable Abraxas Malfoy was simply playing with the Master! He was deceiving the Master! The disgusting thing he knitted for the Master was highly poisonous! He wanted to kill the Master!"
She waved a crumpled piece of parchment that shimmered with magical light—it was the memory crystal rubbing that Minister Millicent had secretly given her last night, recording the scene of Abraxas knitting a poisonous sweater!
"That Malfoy! He pretends to be affectionate and controlled by his master! But he's just faking it! He's using his master! He's using that poison suit to control his master! I saw it with my own eyes! Minister Millicent saw it too!"
Clarisse's voice broke with excitement, causing an echo in the narrow corridor.
Her words were like sparks thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the Death Eaters gathered in the corridor, who were already in panic because of the CC Magic Eye incident last night and Voldemort's abnormal state!
"What? Control the master?"
"Poison clothes? I said there was something wrong with that box!"
"Malfoy…how dare he?!"
"Master... Master, is it true that..."
The whispers quickly turned into a suppressed commotion.
Fear, suspicion, and an instinctive resistance to the blasphemous idea that their masters might be manipulated fermented among the crowd.
The foundations of loyalty began to waver.
Several core Death Eaters looked at each other solemnly, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.
"Get out of the way! Let me in! I want to expose the true identity of that liar to the master!" Clarice took advantage of the guard's distraction, suddenly broke through the obstruction, and screamed towards the closed oak door of the study!
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