Chapter 91 The Rose and the Snake 31
This totem… was so similar to the totem that represented his own power in his dream, yet it had a distortion that made his soul uneasy.
Could it be that the power CC sees isn't pollution, but rather the manifestation of some... more fundamental, uncontrolled darkness?!
At the moment when he was shocked by the totem, a flurry of footsteps and a woman's terrified scream came from the direction of the lair entrance.
"No! Don't come over here! Get away! You disgusting monsters!"
It was Clarice Black! She had secretly followed him into the Forbidden Forest at some point, and now she was being chased by several giant spiders that had escaped their net, fleeing in a panic deeper into the forest.
She waved her wand in panic, casting weak spark spells to try to drive the spider away.
In the chaos, the obsidian bottle she had been holding tightly in her hand - an empty bottle containing the water monster's heart poison (she had been holding it as "evidence" to frame Abraxas after the poison dropped in the garden last night) - suddenly flew out of her hand as she swung her arm!
The small black bottle drew an arc in the air, and under the cold gaze of Voldemort and the "gaze" of CC's scarlet magic eyes burning with the thorn python totem, it fell squarely on the blood-stained lapel of the unconscious Abraxas with a "click".
The trace of blue venom remaining at the mouth of the bottle was extremely dazzling in the dim light!
Voldemort's bloodstained hand still clutched Abraxas' collar, but his gaze was fixed on the obsidian vial that had rolled onto Abraxas' chest, a faint blue mark remaining on its mouth. He then looked at Clarisse, who was screaming and collapsing in the distance due to the approaching giant spider.
The system's cold notification sounded simultaneously in his and Abraxas's (unconscious) minds:
[Quest: 'Obtain fresh venom gland fluid from the Acromantula' completed.]
[Empathy Damage Calculation: Synchronization Rate +5% (Currently 75%).]
[Reminder: Synchronicity rate exceeds 75% critical point! 'Pain Reversal' rule preheating starts!]
At the same time, deep in the lair, CC, standing next to the dying Aragog, with the burning thorn python totem in his pupils, seemed to sense the blue venom on the black bottle and the blood flowing out of Abraxas' wound, which was a mixture of spider toxins and Voldemort's dark magic. He suddenly raised his head and made a clear swallowing motion.
The scarlet light suddenly became so bright that it almost overflowed from its eye sockets.
Voldemort's heart rang with alarm! He suddenly looked down at Abraxas, whom he was dragging. He saw a faint crimson light, the same totem in CC's eyes, quietly emerging and entwining itself in the dark green poisonous blood flowing from the wound on Abraxas's back pierced by the venomous claws. It was like a living thing, quietly emerging and entwining itself in the dark green poisonous blood.
The heavy velvet curtains of the master bedroom in Malfoy Manor blocked out the outside light, leaving only the pale flames dancing in the fireplace, casting the figure of Abraxas Malfoy lying on the four-poster bed on the wall, elongated and distorted, like a dying trapped animal.
Two days had passed since the fatal "date" at the Spider's Den in the Forbidden Forest. The wound on his back, pierced by Aragog's poisonous claws, had barely healed under the powerful potion and Voldemort's brutal dark magic suppression. However, the poisonous erosion that penetrated deep into his bone marrow and the sequelae left by the magical conflict were like maggots on his tarsal bones, nailing him firmly to his sickbed.
His skin was a sickly pale color with faint dark green lines, and every breath was accompanied by a tearing pain deep in his chest and a slight wheeze.
The gray-blue eyes were half closed, and the long eyelashes cast a heavy shadow under the eyes. The eyes were distracted and empty, as if the soul had been extracted, leaving only a body repeatedly ravaged by poison and pain.
On the chest, the dark red thorn mark looked even more eerie against the pale skin, and the pulsation was weak. The projection of the dagger wrapped in thorns and snake patterns at the core was also much dimmer, but it still emitted a disturbing cold light.
Voldemort stood silently beside the bed, like the shadowy master of this magnificent cage.
He changed into a new black robe to cover up the non-existent spot below his right shoulder blade, where phantom pain always lingered due to his 70% synchronization rate.
The scarlet pupils were like cold probes, examining the dying prey on the bed.
The bloody prophecy on the system panel, "The one who will kill you in the future!" and the projection of the god-killing dagger deep within the brand, gnawed at his sanity like venomous snakes.
Kill him? The thought had never been stronger.
But the warm-up of 75% synchronization rate and "pain reversal" rule is like a heavy shackle.
What made him even more irritated was the tenacious resistance shown by the icy blue Malfoy blood magic in Abraxas' body when he was forcibly suppressing the spider's venom last night, and... deep in the core of that resistance, he vaguely caught a trace of an extremely weak, yet extremely pure dark aura that originated from him but was even "colder".
It was as if something was quietly growing deep within Abraxas' dying body.
He needs answers.
They needed to know the origin of the God-killing Dagger, the truth behind the prophecy, and a way to completely escape this fatal contract. And at this moment, the dying, powerless Malfoy was the perfect opportunity to find a breakthrough.
[New mission released: 'Love Care'. 】
The system's cold prompt sound rang out at an inopportune time.
[Host, please feed the capture target warm honey water (temperature: 38.5°C ± 0.5°C). Mission time limit: 1 hour. Failure penalty: experience 'taste confusion' (taste a heart-wrenching taste).]
[Warm Tip: The target's vital signs are extremely weak, so it is recommended to add nutritional potions (system recommendation: Veritaserum Type III, Strawberry Flavor).]
The projection of the system elf was flashing attentively next to a cup of steaming honey water and a bottle of pink "nutrients" with a heart logo printed on it.
Voldemort's lips curled up in a cold, malicious arc. Honey water? Veritaserum? This is truly... a godsend.
Voldemort dismissed the house-elves who were standing by.
He personally walked to the small round table beside the fireplace. On the silver tray, in an exquisite bone china cup, was warm honey water with an amber luster and a sweet aroma.
He picked up the bottle of pink "nutrient" that the system "thoughtfully" provided and unscrewed the cap.
A strong, artificially sweet strawberry scent instantly spread, covering up the fragrance of the honey water itself.
A hint of mockery flashed in the depths of Voldemort's crimson eyes. Veritaserum III?
Standard equipment in Ministry of Magic interrogation rooms, it is colorless, odorless, and powerful enough to make even the most stubborn prisoners reveal their deepest secrets.
Strawberry flavor? Just some poorly written black humor.
He poured the entire bottle of pink liquid into the warm honey water without hesitation and without leaving a drop.
The amber liquid instantly took on an ambiguous pink hue, and the sweet strawberry flavor became even more intense.
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