Chapter 80 The Rose and the Snake 20
What made him even more frightened was that the edge of the golden pattern had been quietly wrapped with an extremely fine, yet extremely tough dark red thorn shadow!
It was as if some kind of power in his body was slowly and irresistibly entangled and coexisting with the mark on Abraxas' chest through this invisible system rules!
Death Eater A's screams finally faded away, and his body collapsed to the ground like a torn sack, his life or death unknown.
Voldemort slowly lowered his wand.
The study was eerily silent, with only the suppressed breathing of everyone and the faint dripping sound of Clarisse's incontinence.
He turned around, his scarlet pupils like two blood moons, locking onto Abraxas again.
This time, the rage and murderous intent in his eyes were forcibly suppressed, replaced by a deeper, colder inquiry, as if examining a dangerous work of art, and... a twisted concern that he himself had not even noticed, forcibly bound by the rules of the branding.
He took a step forward, his tall figure completely enveloping Abraxas.
He ignored Clarisse lying on the ground and Death Eater A, whose life or death was unknown, and he ignored the people who were silent at the door.
He stretched out the hand wrapped in golden patterns and thorn shadows, and used his fingertips - with the paralysis of poisonous spider silk and a trace of lingering strange pleasure.
Extremely slowly, with a sense of declaring sovereignty, it brushed across Abraxas' pale and cold cheek.
"Now," Voldemort's voice was low and hoarse, like a whisper between lovers, but tempered with the deepest cold. It reached Abraxas' ears clearly, and it was like a hammer hitting the hearts of every Death Eater. "Read it to me."
Abraxas raised his gray-blue eyes slightly, calmly looking into the scarlet abyss that was so close.
New Mission: Please sit on the capture target's lap and recite Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 with deep emotion (a bilingual version is provided). Mission Deadline: Immediate. Failure Penalty: Experience "Ten Thousand Ants Gnawing at the Heart" (synchronization rate amplification version).
The system's cold voice sounded at the right time, with unquestionable coercive force.
Voldemort's fingertips lingered on Abraxas' cheek, feeling the subtle tremors beneath the skin.
Deep in his scarlet pupils, the shadow of the newly formed thorns, entwined by the golden patterns, seemed to... tighten slightly.
Abraxas's gaze passed over Voldemort's shoulder and fell on the corner of the study - there, the old house-elf CC was forgotten in a magic cage, the wound on its arm still oozing dark green blood.
However, what was creepy was that its eyes, which had once burned with scarlet magic pupils, were now dim, but were staring intently at the golden lines on Voldemort's fingertips, which were wrapped with the shadow of thorns.
Deep in the turbid green eyes, an extremely faint scarlet light of the same origin, like a candle in the wind, stubbornly and tenaciously... ignited again!
The system's cold command hit like a hammer!
Abraxas' fingertips instantly felt cold.
Sitting on Voldemort's lap?
In the bloody mess in the study, in the stench of Clarisse's incontinence and the faint breath of Death Eater A on the verge of death?
And recite love poems!
This is not just a simple humiliation, but a systematic and carefully designed torture that completely crushes dignity!
Beneath the gray-blue ice, the lava of humiliation began to surge, and he could almost hear the trembling of his own sanity stretched to its limit.
The thought of rejection just came up——
“Sizzle!”
An extremely subtle, sharp pain that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, like countless red-hot steel needles piercing his nerve endings in an instant, exploded without warning at the branded area on his chest.
A preview of the synchronization rate-enhanced version of "Ten Thousand Ants Devouring the Heart"!
The severe pain caused Abraxas' body to tremble uncontrollably, and an extremely suppressed gasp escaped from his throat.
Voldemort's scarlet pupils suddenly contracted, he "sense" it clearly.
That intense and unfamiliar pain that was transmitted through the symbiotic imprint link.
It's not a backlash of magic, but a deeper and more direct torture.
A twisted, almost joyful understanding flashed in his eyes - this damn system punishment could work so accurately on Malfoy.
It is not only a shackle, but also...a whip for taming.
"It seems," said Voldemort, with a hint of cruel understanding in his voice, his fingertips slowly and menacingly tracing Abraxas's jaw, which was twitching slightly with pain, "that you need a little... 'motivation'?"
His crimson gaze swept over the Death Eaters standing in silence at the study door. A more vicious idea, one that could completely crush all of Malfoy's pride, took shape in the twisted resonance of the thorn brand. A private study? No, this stage of punishment must be wider.
The study was dead silent, the smell of blood barely masked by the magical spices.
Voldemort stood with his back to the window, his back stiff beneath his poisonous spider silk sweater, the new thorn marks on his wrists burning.
Abraxas slumped in the chair, enduring the lingering pain of the branding. His consciousness sank into his mind, frantically analyzing the magic frequency linked to the system.
“Ding Dong!”
A crisp, strange sound ripped through the dead silence! A blinding white light exploded—a pop-up window from the [System Customer Service Chat Group] forcefully occupied Abu's core consciousness! The group member list and unread announcements flashed.
Abu was instantly gripped by alertness and ecstasy.
He ignored the warning, his consciousness condensed like an ice cone, and his magic power simulated complex ancient magic runes, piercing the dark blue anchor runes on the edge of the pop-up window.
“Sizzle!”
Violent electric currents exploded from the rune nodes, and billions of red-hot steel needles penetrated along the consciousness links.
Abu's body bounced up and down, his knuckles pinching his throat, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, his vision white and noisy! The hallucinatory smell of scorched flesh filled the air.
[Warning! Illegal hacking! Nerve shock level 5! Forced throat lock!] The system alarm sounded coldly.
Just when consciousness was on the verge of collapse——
[Customer Service - Not a Dead Elementary School Student] The avatar flickered, and a blood-red file was forced to pop up: "Guide to Temporary Exploitation of High-Risk Host Vulnerabilities (Top Secret, Burn After Reading)".
A flood of information rushed into Abu's mind, carrying ancient magic runes and distorted data.
He endured the excruciating pain and, on the verge of collapse, memorized the following: system weaknesses, delayed task assessment, branding pain interference method... The last line, scarlet blood, burned like a branding iron:
"Peak emotions (pain/joy/extreme murderous intent) can temporarily distort the rules and cause bugs. Bugs are the abyss."
The light spot dissipated and the pop-up window disappeared.
Electric shock asphyxial arrest.
Abu slumped in the chair, panting, drenched in cold sweat, but a dark fire was burning in his gray-blue eyes.
Voldemort turned around, his scarlet pupils examining his miserable state after surviving the disaster and the strange light in his eyes.
The pain of the branding had not yet subsided, and Abu concentrated his spirit.
Follow the secret path in the "Guide", tear open the spiritual scars, condense the pain into a key, and pierce deep into the consciousness.
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