Chapter 89 The Rose and the Snake 29
That outline... looks like the tip of a dagger!
A dark red magic dagger wrapped with thorns and snake patterns!
[Ding! Toxin suppressed successfully (temporarily)! Host's vital signs are stable!]
[Synchronization rate increased to: 65%! ]
[Hidden Hint Unlocked: Thorn Brand Deep Scan Completed. Detected the Brand Core's Materialized Weapon Projection: 'God-Slaying Dagger (Prototype)'. Status: Inactive. Related Prophecy: 'The One Who Will Kill You in the Future' Compatibility: 99.9%.]
The system's prompt sounded coldly, like the final judgment.
Voldemort's blood-stained fingers were still pressed on Abraxas's violently heaving chest, feeling the pulsation deep within the mark, where the icy blue and scarlet magic temporarily reached a delicate balance.
His gaze, however, was as if drawn by a magnet, fixed on the core of the brand, on the projection of the tip of the dark red dagger wrapped in thorns and snake patterns, which appeared and disappeared with every beat!
God-killing dagger? 99.9% compatibility?!
An unprecedented, icy chill, as if fate had strangled him by the throat, instantly gripped him.
The scarlet pupils contracted to the extreme due to this naked confirmation of the prophecy.
At this moment, in the corner of the stone chamber, the old house-elf CC, who was forgotten on the ground by the Death Eaters, had two balls of scarlet light in the depths of his turbid green eyes, as if sensing something, and they suddenly brightened for a moment.
It stared intently at the bloody hand that Voldemort pressed against Abraxas' chest.
The hissing sound, like sandpaper rubbing against each other, filled with endless desire, came out of his throat again, as if silently urging:
"Blood...connect...devour...now!"
[Daily Task Refresh: 'Adventure of Love'] The emotionless mechanical voice of the system elf Hermes broke the silence at an inopportune time.
[Host and capture target, please work together to obtain 1 'Fresh Acromantula Venom Gland'. Location: Aragog's Lair, deep in the Forbidden Forest. Mission Time Limit: 24 hours. Failure Penalty: Experience 'Web Entanglement Suffocation' (Synch Rate Enhanced Version).]
[Warm Tip: The target's Happiness value is -10% (cause: God-killing Dagger projection?), and the Killing Intent value is +5% (cause: CC's Whisper?). It is recommended that the host carry a strong antidote.]
The system even popped up an image of a bottle of venom gland fluid with a flashing skull logo in his mind.
Acromantula? Venomous gland fluid? Voldemort's mouth curled up in a cold and malicious arc.
This mission was tailor-made for him! He needed an outlet, a chance to test the prophecy, consume Abraxas, and perhaps even get rid of that noisy elf.
He turned his head suddenly, and his scarlet eyes were like cold probes, piercing the dying Abraxas on the operating table.
"Did you hear that, Malfoy?" His voice was low and hoarse, with undisguised malice, "The system wants us... to go to the Spider's Den for a 'date'."
He deliberately emphasized the word "date", like a poisonous taunt.
Abraxas's gray-blue eyes struggled to open a little, his pupils dilated, but still reflected the undisguised desire for destruction in Voldemort's eyes.
He didn't have the strength to speak, and the brand on his chest was once again sending a tearing pain due to the emotional fluctuations.
"Take it with you." Voldemort pointed at CC, who was hissing in the corner, and ordered the Death Eaters standing by. His scarlet eyes flashed with cold calculation. "Perhaps... it can help us lure those little cuties away."
He needed a test subject to test the effect of the scarlet power in CC's eyes on the eight-eyed giant spider, and he also wanted to see what "interesting" reactions this dirty elf would cause in the lair.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest, the entrance to Aragog's lair was like the greedy, open throat of a giant beast, emitting a strong stench of rotten branches and leaves and highly toxic mucus.
The twisted branches of the towering ancient trees blocked out the sunlight, and only a few faint rays of light struggled to penetrate, casting mottled shadows on the slippery and muddy ground and on the hanging, gleaming fragments of huge spider webs.
Abraxas leaned on his snake-headed silver staff, each step proving incredibly difficult. The two conflicting forces of magic within his body barely managed to maintain a fragile balance under the restraint of the brand, but each shift of magic brought a tearing pain, leaving him pale as paper and sweat dripping from his forehead.
Voldemort walked a few steps in front of him, his black robe like a moving shadow in the dim light. His posture seemed relaxed, but the tense shoulder line and the faintly burning thorn mark on the inside of his left wrist exposed his inner vigilance and brutality.
The old elf CC was being dragged by the Death Eaters with magic chains. In the depths of his turbid green eyes, the two balls of scarlet light suddenly lit up like a fire being added with fuel the moment he stepped into the range of the lair!
It no longer hissed and whispered, but instead emitted a scream that was extremely excited, full of primitive desire, like the friction of metal!
The shriek set off waves of echoes in the dark cave, with a creepy penetrating power.
“His ...
As if in response to the scream, countless teeth-grinding sounds, like claws scraping against rock, suddenly echoed from the depths of the cave! Then, a massive black shadow, densely packed with gleaming green compound eyes, surged forth like a black tide from all directions, from the spiderweb dome hanging overhead and from beneath the humus layer on the ground! It was the Acromantula.
They were completely enraged by CC's scarlet demon eyes and provocative screams.
“There are so many obstacles!”
"Shattered to pieces!"
Voldemort waved his wand repeatedly, and the cold spell was like the scythe of the god of death, accurately cutting the swarm of spiders that pounced on him.
Smelly green fluids and broken limbs splattered everywhere.
Abraxas also struggled to raise his wand, and the ice-blue frost spell managed to freeze several giant spiders that pounced on him, but every time he cast the spell, the brand on his chest pulsated violently and a fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat.
In the chaos, the Death Eater responsible for dragging CC was knocked down by a giant spider that attacked from the side, and the chain fell out of his hand.
CC, who regained his "freedom", had a scarlet light in his eyes that suddenly grew to a blinding level.
Instead of running away or attacking the spider, it let out a higher-pitched and more distorted scream as if it had been mysteriously summoned. It got on all fours and rushed frantically towards the deepest part of the nest and the direction where the smell of mucus was the strongest, in a strange, reptilian posture that was beyond the limits of an elf.
Wherever he passed, spiders avoided him as if in fear.
"Follow it!" Voldemort's crimson eyes locked onto CC's eerie form, a flicker of cold interest in his eyes. There was something fishy about this elf.
He waved his wand, and a scarlet beam of magic blasted away the spiders blocking the way ahead, and his figure chased after them like lightning.
Abraxas gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain and dizziness, and staggered to keep up.
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