Chapter 86 The Rose and the Snake 26
This is no ordinary rain.
But scarlet rain!
The sticky, cold, scarlet rain with a strong smell of rust was like pouring blood, instantly soaking everyone in the garden.
The rain washed the bloodstains among the rubble, gathering on the ground into winding, glaring scarlet streams.
It fell on Voldemort's pale face, sliding down his twisted outline like a tear of blood.
It fell on his arm, which held his wand high, soaking the cuffs of his dark purple robes and mixing with the blood flowing from the brand.
What was even more bizarre was that the scarlet rain fell into the pool of blood under Abraxas, but did not dilute it. Instead, it seemed to have life, seeping into the pool of blood under him bit by bit, causing the pool of dark red blood to fluctuate slightly as if it were a living thing.
Some raindrops even dripped directly onto his pale, bloodstained cheeks and slightly open lips that were oozing blood.
[Warning! High concentration of soul energy leakage detected (host is dying)! ]
[Forced protection mechanism 'Embrace of the Redeemer' activated! ]
[Target: Capture Voldemort! Execution Order: Save the host's life!]
[Punishment for refusing to execute: Synchronization rate is forcibly increased to 100%, and soul symbiosis is instantly completed (if the host dies, the target's soul will be severely damaged)!]
The system's cold and rapid prompt sounded like a death knell in the minds of Voldemort and Abraxas (who was in a coma) at the same time.
Voldemort's body trembled violently! His crimson pupils constricted violently at the sudden command and threat of punishment! Soul symbiosis? 100%?
If the host dies, his soul will be severely damaged?! This damn system! This vicious contract!
He stared at Abraxas lying in a pool of blood, the green light of the Killing Curse on the tip of his staff flickering under the scarlet rain.
The killing intent and the cold system punishment were like two ferocious beasts madly biting at his brain! Just when his inner thoughts were fighting, and the killing intent was about to take the upper hand again -
“Plop!”
There was a muffled sound accompanied by a short scream!
Clarice Black, who had been slumped not far away, was frightened out of her wits by the sudden scarlet rainstorm and system prompts.
She tried to get up from the ground in a scramble, and in her panic, the obsidian bottle containing the water monster's heart poison that she had hidden in her sleeve fell into the scarlet puddle in front of her with a "plop".
The cork loosened, and a drop of dark blue venom instantly merged into the blood.
Clarice tried to pick it up in horror, but her foot slipped and she fell forward.
Her nails, carefully manicured and painted with nail polish, scraped the edges of her lipstick-coated lips, which were wide open in fear.
"Ah!" She cried out in pain, feeling a burning pain in her fingertips.
She looked down and saw that the crack between her index finger nails was stained with a tiny trace of dark blue mixed with scarlet rain.
It was the drop of water monster's poison that fell into the blood!
A cold numb feeling instantly shot up from the fingertips.
Clarisse's face turned pale green in an instant!
She looked at her fingers in horror, then at Abraxas, who lay unconscious in a pool of blood. A vicious and desperate idea instantly formed: Put the blame on someone! She had to put the blame on someone!
Voldemort's struggle was interrupted by Clarice's unexpected action. The system's cold countdown ticked in his mind like a death warrant: [Forced command execution countdown: 10, 9, 8...]
"Damn it!" A low roar filled with suppressed rage burst out from Voldemort's clenched teeth.
Under the double pressure of the threat of severe damage to his soul and the forced operation of the system, the murderous intent in his heart to destroy everything was finally suppressed, and was replaced by a violent anger that was completely bound and had nowhere to vent.
He suddenly lowered his wand, and the green light of the Killing Curse went out instantly.
The scarlet pupils were like burning embers, staring at Abraxas lying in a pool of blood.
The next moment, in the horrified gaze of everyone, under the pouring scarlet rain, Voldemort's tall figure moved.
He was like an arrow shot from a bow, striding across the devastated ruins in a few steps, splashing scarlet water.
Without hesitation, he bent down, his bloody left hand roughly pierced Abraxas's armpit, and with his other hand he grabbed his cold knee.
Just like carrying a bag of goods, he picked up the bloody and dying head of the Malfoy family in an extremely strong and irresistible posture!
Abraxas's long platinum hair stuck wetly to Voldemort's blood-stained dark purple robes. His pale cheeks leaned weakly against his strong shoulders, and his cold breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
Blood mixed with scarlet rain continued to drip from between their pressed bodies.
"Apparate!" Voldemort's cold voice was like cold iron, piercing through the rain.
The scarlet pupils swept across the chaotic garden, and finally paused for a moment on Minister Millicent's old face, which was distorted by ecstasy, and Clarisse's terrified and resentful face, with undisguised murderous intent.
The space twisted instantly, and the two figures suddenly disappeared in the scarlet rain!
Destination - Malfoy Manor, the deepest, most secretive underground potion laboratory covered with ancient protective magic.
The air in the cold stone room was filled with the rich smell of herbs and preservatives.
Abraxas was placed on the huge dragon crystal operating table like a fragile porcelain.
Voldemort stood beside the operating table, his scarlet pupils examining the dying body coldly.
The system's mandatory instructions whipped him like an invisible whip.
"Clean it up."
He waved his wand and roughly cleaned away most of the filth and blood on Abraxas' body, revealing the hideous bruises on his pale skin, the wounds cut by the glass, and the dim but still weird thorn mark in the middle of his chest.
Healing? Mercy was not in Voldemort's vocabulary.
This was just an experiment forced by the system! He had to find out the truth of the prophecy, explore the mysteries of the thorn brand and the symbiotic link, and find a way to break free from this damned contract!
He stretched out his left hand, and the golden lines wrapped with thorn shadows on his fingertips lit up again, bringing with them a burning pain.
He hovered his fingertips above the thorn brand on Abraxas' chest, and a stream of cold and pure probing magic, like an invisible tentacle, forcibly penetrated deep into the brand!
"Buzz!"
The moment his magical tentacles touched the core of the brand, Abraxas's tightly closed eyelashes trembled violently.
A cold and violent resistance force originating from the depths of the brand suddenly struck back.
At the same time, the thorn brand on the inside of Voldemort's left wrist also felt a sharp burning pain as if in response.
What shocked Voldemort even more was the shadow of Abraxas' neck, just below his face, which was tilted slightly in pain.
An extremely fine, yet incomparably clear streak of scarlet light, like a thread of life-giving blood, was quietly sliding down his pale skin and sinking into his collar.
That feeling... was derived from the same source as his own power, yet it carried a hint of... an even more ancient, purer brutality?!
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