Chapter 85 The Rose and the Snake 25
This force was not an attack, but instantly formed a twisted, dark red magic barrier that blocked CC.
It was not to save CC, but because it was imprinted at the limit of synchronization, it sensed Voldemort's destructive murderous intent and magical rampage, and instinctively activated the highest level of defense mechanism - to protect the host (Abraxas) from the impact of the uncontrolled magic of the contracted object.
Because Voldemort's magic power is out of control at this moment, Abraxas will also be severely damaged through the symbiotic link.
"boom--!!!"
The dark green beam of the killing curse slammed heavily into the dark red thorn barrier!
The deafening sound of magic explosion instantly engulfed the entire garden.
The violent turbulence of magical power swept out like a hurricane.
The expensive champagne tower collapsed and the crystal glasses shattered into pieces.
The exquisite meal was swept away like garbage.
The guests were thrown to the ground, screaming in fear.
The magic ball of light flickered wildly, flickering unpredictably.
On the throne, at the center of this destructive energy collision, Voldemort's right hand, which was tightly clasped around Abraxas' waist, was violently shaken away by a huge recoil force.
Abraxas was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.
The body drew an arc in the air and slammed heavily on the overturned dining table. Amid the sound of cups and plates shattering, a large amount of sticky dark red blood containing internal organ fragments spurted out.
Voldemort himself, due to the backlash of the forcibly blocked Killing Curse and the impact of the eruption of the thorn barrier, groaned and his body uncontrollably slammed backwards against the towering back of the throne.
The new thorn mark on the inside of his left wrist instantly became scorching hot and melted due to the overloaded magic power and backlash.
The skin around the edge of the brand seemed to be corroded by strong acid, making a sizzling sound. A streak of dark red blood mixed with golden light meandered down from his sleeve.
What made him even more furious was that the damn system panel in his mind was twisting and flickering wildly in the violent explosion and magical turbulence, like a surface of water with a stone thrown into it.
Finally, a line of huge, hideous words, seemingly written in blood, forcibly penetrated all interference and was clearly imprinted in the depths of his consciousness:
[Warning! Fatal threat detected! Forced unlock hidden prompts! ]
[The ultimate prophecy revealed——]
[Target you are targeting: Abraxas Malfoy]
[That is——]
【The one who will kill you in the future! 】
"Boom..."
The aftermath of the explosion still reverberated through the garden, and the air was thick with smoke and dust swirled by the turbulent flow of magical energy. Broken cups and plates, overturned food, collapsed decorations, and guests lying on the ground, groaning or unconscious, formed a scene of doomsday.
Beside the throne, Voldemort leaned back in his chair, his left hand pressing tightly against the burning, bleeding thorn brand. His handsome face was distorted to the extreme by rage, backlash, and the bloody prophecy.
Scarlet pupils stared intently at the sinister blood-stained words on the system panel: [The one who will kill you in the future!]
Every word burned into his soul like a red-hot iron.
Abraxas Malfoy... killed him?! How could this be possible?! This was impossible! Was this damned system fooling him? Or... some curse from a higher plane that he hadn't yet understood?!
He suddenly looked up, his scarlet eyes like an out-of-control searchlight, penetrating the dense smoke and dust, frantically searching for Abraxas' figure.
Amid the wreckage of the overturned dining table, Abraxas Malfoy lay in a mess of shattered crystal and food.
The dark green dress was soaked with blood and stains, the long platinum hair was scattered and stuck to the pale cheeks, and dark red blood foam kept flowing out of the corners of the mouth.
His gray-blue eyes were half-lidded, his gaze unfocused, as if ready to go out at any moment. On his chest, the dark red thorn mark had dimmed from the overload, yet traces of burns remained around the edges.
Voldemort's eyes were fixed on Abraxas lying in a pool of blood.
The bloody words of the prophecy flashed wildly in his mind. Kill him? Kill him now! To eliminate future troubles! The thought grew like poison ivy!
His bloodstained left hand suddenly raised up, the magic wand slid into his palm, and the green light compressed to the extreme at the tip of the wand began to condense again! This time, no barrier could stop him!
However, at the moment when his murderous intent reached its peak, he caught a glimpse of the dark red pool of blood under Abraxas out of the corner of his eye.
The reflected scene - the pool of blood was like a distorted mirror, clearly reflecting the old house-elf CC in the corner of the garden, who should have been reduced to ashes in the collision between the Killing Curse and the barrier!
It's still alive!
It was still curled up in the shadow of the corner, its thin body unharmed!
And its eyes, burning with a cold and violent scarlet light, were now staring at Voldemort intently, without blinking, through the reflection of the pool of blood.
The scarlet light, reflected in the diffuse smoke and blood, seemed even more eerie and more... mocking.
What shocked Voldemort even more was that deep within CC's crimson pupils, within the reflection of the pool of blood, a vague silhouette emerged, one that made his very soul tremble. It seemed to be... the shadow of a giant, thorn-wrapped python?!
It was so similar to the totem that appeared in his dream and symbolized the source of his power... yet with an unsettling sense of distortion.
Voldemort's pupils suddenly contracted to their limit! The green light of the Killing Curse condensed on the tip of the wand flickered violently and flickered due to this horrifying discovery!
Murderous intent!
prophecy!
Scarlet Demon Eyes!
The reflection of the thorny python!
Countless thoughts collided wildly in his mind!
Should he kill the dying Abraxas immediately to end the prophecy? Or should he first destroy CC, the strange elf with a twisted totem in its eyes?
At this moment, Abraxas, lying in a pool of blood, moved his blood-stained fingers very weakly and twitchingly.
His unfocused gray-blue pupils unconsciously reflected Voldemort's figure, his wand raised high, boiling with murderous intent, and...behind the wand, Minister Millicent's old face, distorted with ecstasy, as he frantically recorded everything with his memory crystal.
The corners of Abraxas' bloodstained lips curled up almost imperceptibly and extremely faintly...
It was a smile that was extremely cold and filled with endless mockery...
However, just as he was about to pronounce the fatal spell—
“BOOM——!!!”
Without warning, a deafening roar of thunder ripped through the Ministry of Magic's protective dome.
Immediately afterwards, bean-sized, icy raindrops fell violently, like tears of blood pouring down from the torn wound in the sky.
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