Chapter 99 The Rose and the Snake 39
The torrent of destruction, carrying dark purple ice crystals and dark green magma pythons, tore through the protective shield of the ward, and like a giant beast opening its mouth to bite Abu on the suspended bed and Voldemort who was kneeling on one knee!
The shadow of death instantly loomed, and a feeling of suffocation gripped my throat.
Abu's gray-blue pupils reflected the surging torrent, and there was only cruel understanding and cold fatigue in his eyes.
He raised his bony left hand slightly, the dark purple blood scab on the back of his hand glowing dimly in the turbulent energy flow, his posture almost as if to welcome his part of the ice-blue origin in the torrent.
Could it be that all the shackles on this broken body were calculated for this moment - to devour it completely?
At the critical moment!
“BOOM——!!!” A pain a hundred times more intense came from the depths of the soul connection, like billions of red-hot poisonous needles piercing into Voldemort’s confused consciousness!
The ultimate warning wail of the soul symbiosis contract facing the threat of annihilation exploded in his mind!
The severe pain was like ice water poured over his head, instantly piercing through his pleasure of destruction, memory fragments, and greedy exploration!
A crystal-clear image flashed before his eyes: Abu's body shattered, his soul shattered—the ultimate backlash from the root of the contract, like a cold, merciless sword of Damocles hanging over his soul! The contract was not over! His death would be his annihilation!
This realization was like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing the flame of destruction burning in his heart!
The instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed everything! The extreme fear of backlash was even greater than the desire for power!
“No——!!!” Voldemort roared in pain and unwillingness, his scarlet pupils contracting violently due to the severe pain!
It was pure instinct! Just as his uncontrolled right hand lifted slightly, intending to guide the torrent of destruction, it suddenly turned! Gathering his remaining willpower, his five fingers slammed down hard on the rhodonite anklet on his left ankle, which was on the verge of breaking and gushing with violent energy!
"Bang!!!" His right palm, wrapped in the remaining willpower (not pure magic power), detonated the handcuffs with all his strength!
"Crack--boom!!!" The loud noise as if the world was shattered echoed in the ward!
The rose stone shackles, which were already full of cracks and had boiling nebulae inside, suddenly exploded like fragile glass!
Silver-gray fragments, liquid nebula sealing energy and Voldemort's unbridled dark magic turned into countless deadly meteors, shooting in all directions!
The entire ward was instantly torn to pieces and destroyed by this force!
The moment the handcuffs exploded!
“Buzz——!!!” The originally dim thorn mark on Abu’s chest suddenly burst out with an unprecedented dazzling ice-blue light, as if lava was thrown into cold iron!
An extremely cold and ancient violent will of destruction was awakened!
The brand twisted, stretched, and deformed, and finally turned into a three-foot-long dagger phantom composed entirely of pure ice-blue energy!
The dagger is covered with ancient and mysterious thorn magic patterns, emitting a heart-pounding pressure!
The God-Slaying Dagger! Under the dual stimulation of the crisis of near death and the release of the same cold energy from the shattering shackles, it was completely awakened!
The moment the dagger appeared! The mixed torrent of destruction raging in the ward (a mixture of the shattered seal energy of the shackles, Voldemort's uncontrolled dark magic, and Abu's own ice-blue power) encountered its nemesis and monarch!
An absolute source of power was spreading out!
The torrent rushing towards Abu suddenly stopped as if being strangled by the throat! Like subjects calling on their sovereign, the dark purple ice crystal essence belonging to Abu within the torrent broke away from the torrent, transforming into tiny dots of icy blue light, madly pouring into the dagger's shadow! The dagger's shadow thus became even more solid, cold, and deadly!
The dark green magic power belonging to Voldemort in the torrent seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, wailing and retreating in fear!
Voldemort knelt on one knee in the center of the storm, with only a torn burn mark left on his right ankle and the pain piercing his heart and bones.
He looked at the terrifying ice-blue dagger shadow hovering above Abu's chest, feeling the cold oppression from the depths of his soul, his scarlet eyes filled with disbelief... He felt like he had been fooled, and a surge of rage rushed to his head!
Malfoy! He actually hid the God-killing Dagger?! Using me! The system! The shackles! Are you feeding it?!
The overwhelming hatred and humiliation instantly overwhelmed the fear that had just risen in his heart!
"You... dare..." His voice was hoarse and distorted. He struggled to get up and wanted to tear the dagger and its owner into pieces!
The moment murderous intent rises!
The ice-blue dagger, as solid as a divine weapon, suddenly turned and locked onto Voldemort, the center of the storm, who had just detonated his shackles and was now bursting with murderous intent!
That cold, pure, inhuman will to destruction, like an invisible shackle, locked Voldemort's heart tightly.
A death warning that seemed to freeze his blood wrapped around his back like the most poisonous snake.
He "saw" himself with a dagger piercing his heart!
"No!!!" Voldemort roared in shock and anger. His body was a little slow to react due to fear and fatigue. It was too late to dodge!
The God-killing Dagger moved!
It was silent and seemed to have traveled through space!
That icy blue light that froze the soul (like the sigh of death) crossed the distance, easily penetrated the magical protection, and pierced Voldemort's heart with incredible precision!
Voldemort closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the arrival of coldness and eternity.
However--
The expected severe pain and coldness did not come.
There was only a strange and warm feeling, with a hint of elegant rose fragrance...
Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes!
The god-killing ice-blue dagger, just before it was about to pierce through his chest, suddenly appeared like a phantom... and pierced through his chest!
No wounds, no blood!
There was only a warm and huge golden torrent, mixed with the pure breath of life and the powerful force of the contract, accompanied by countless tiny, gleaming rose stone fragments, like golden raindrops, pouring into his body from the "pierced" heart!
This golden torrent was so warm and powerful! It washed away the pain in Voldemort's body caused by the backlash of the shackles and the severe damage to his soul, nourishing his broken magic circuits. In a domineering yet gentle way, it combed and soothed the out-of-control dark magic in his body, and perfectly integrated them with this new power!
"Ahhh!" Voldemort groaned (it was unclear whether it was pain or relief), and his body was pushed back slightly by the golden stream.
The scattered glimmers of light in the air, belonging to the Horcruxes, seemed to be drawn by invisible forces, slowly gathering around Voldemort's outline. They first transformed into a few thin silver threads, tentatively touching his skin, and then, as if finding a home, flowed through his pores and every inch of his blood vessels.
With each returning fragment of his soul, Voldemort's body trembled slightly, and his bones made a subtle "clicking" sound, as if a dry riverbed was being re-soaked by water.
The black energy around him became increasingly dense. The emptiness and instability that had been revealed by the splitting of his soul were being filled and stitched up bit by bit by this returning force. Even his breathing gradually became deep and powerful.
His scarlet eyes were filled with extreme shock and bewilderment! This wasn't death... this was rebirth?!
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Abraxas!
Abu lay there in shock, his face almost transparent, his breath as weak as a candle in the wind. The hideous thorn mark on his chest had disappeared, leaving only a faint mark.
His gray-blue eyes were half closed, and all the cold calculation in them had faded away, leaving only deep fatigue and a sense of nothingness after the dust settled.
His bony left hand hung limply by the bed.
The shadow of the God-killing Dagger has disappeared.
The ward was dead silent, with only dust slowly falling in the air.
Voldemort dragged his heavy feet towards the bed, step by step, and every step seemed to be stepping on cotton (the shackles shared by life).
He stopped by the bed and looked down at the dying Abu.
Complex and inexplicable emotions surged in his scarlet eyes: the palpitations of surviving a calamity, the absurdity of having half of his life forced into him, the deep fear of the God-Slaying Dagger, the oppression brought by this heavy contract... and a hint of an indefinable throbbing.
He slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips hesitantly before finally gently resting on Abu's cold cheek.
Abu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gray-blue eyes focused with difficulty, barely reflecting Voldemort's face.
Voldemort looked down at him, his scarlet eyes as deep as the abyss, his voice low and hoarse, filled with complex and cold inquiry:
"Tell me, Malfoy..."
"This 'half life' forced upon me..."
"yes……"
"Your last mercy..."
"still……"
"The most perfect...eternal cage?"
Abu's lips moved very slightly, and a faint golden breath emanated (that was his fading life).
His gray-blue pupils showed a deeper look of fatigue, but a very faint, very cold smile slowly emerged, as if it knew everything...
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