Chapter 397: Possessed

Jafar and Barbarossa were both Herbo's subordinates, so naturally they had no objection to Herbo's plan.

Voldemort and Morgan looked at each other, and naturally they had some opinions in their hearts - after all, this Great Purge plan was too horrifying, and the method of wiping out the world's population was too cruel, and it could only be done by a man of great courage. It's not that Voldemort was a good person, but his style had always been to create terror to make others afraid of him, and he had never thought of directly and brutally wiping out all the people in one go.

However, since Haierbo had said so much, the current atmosphere did not allow them to have any objections, so they could only nod silently.

"Then it's settled." Hailbo's expression suddenly became strange. He showed a sinister smile and said, "I have another good news to tell you..."

Morgan and Voldemort kept silent in tacit agreement.

Barbarossa opened his mouth to speak, but took the words back.

Jafar had no choice but to ask, "Master, what's the good news?"

“Hehehe,” Helpo smiled evilly, with a strange gleam in his eyes, “Slytherin has sealed me for nearly a thousand years, and I have found a way to break the seal…”

"Really?" Jafar showed a surprised expression on his face and said loudly, "Great, Master, congratulations on your escape. I am curious, what method can be used to unlock the Eight Snakes Seal?"

"The method is..." Haierbo's eyes suddenly flashed a startling red light, "Kill you, do it!"

Before Voldemort knew what was happening, Morgan and Barbarossa had already used magic to hit Jafar at the same time, making him unable to move.

Jafar was no fool, he shouted hysterically: "Master, what do you mean? What do you mean?"

Hailbo didn't even bother to talk to the dying man.

In the dark stone chamber, the fluctuations of magic power invaded all directions like a tide, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and oppression. Helpo, whose body was bound by eight large snakes, opened his amazing mouth, and a translucent spirit broke free from the rotten body and emerged from the mouth, like a greedy venomous snake, winding towards Jafar who was kneeling on the ground.

Jafar gritted his teeth, the anger and despair in his chest intertwined like a raging fire. He had sworn allegiance to Helbo countless times, willing to burn his life for him, but at this moment, he finally understood the end of this loyalty.

"I, Jafar, have worked diligently to build Cobra to its present glory. I have fought and sacrificed my life for the cause of the Knights of Walpurgis!" His voice was filled with pain and betrayal, and tears in his eyes sparkled in the darkness. "Master, you want to kill me, and you won't even say a word to me?"

"Loyalty is never an equal transaction." Helpo's voice became impatient, and the spirit suddenly pounced on Jafar. His spell echoed like dull thunder, and darkness began to invade Jafar's consciousness.

"Don't worry! I will take over everything about you with all my heart. Once Cobra falls into my hands, it will only become more powerful and will eventually rule the world."

However, at the moment when his consciousness was about to collapse, Jafar's heart was filled with boundless hatred. He slowly clenched his fists, and a faint curse came out from his lips: "If this is my fate... then I will never let it go smoothly."

Then Jafar's body suddenly swelled and purple flames ignited. The fire covered Jafar's old body in a second. His head was filled with a sense of betrayal and he had fallen into madness. He chose to burn his own body with Persian's unique purple fire magic to achieve the goal of destroying himself and the enemy together.

The purple fire in the stone chamber quickly dimmed. Although Jafar's last attack briefly stopped Helbo, it failed to change the outcome. Helbo's translucent spirit turned into a thick black mist, completely covering Jafar. "It's futile to struggle, Jafar." Helbo's voice was accompanied by a cold smile, whispering in Jafar's ear, "Your spell is just a firefly, how can it shake the master of the night?"

The black mist continued to penetrate Jafar's skin, like countless tiny poisonous snakes piercing his body. His eyes widened, as if he could see the darkness eating away at his soul bit by bit. He gritted his teeth and tried to resist, but his consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his body felt like it was being torn apart in pain. His hands grasped the ground tightly, his nails deeply embedded in the cracks of the stone, and blood flowed out, but the cold power was gradually depriving him of his autonomy.

"Master... No! Helpo!" Jafar screamed with his last bit of strength, his voice mixed with pleading and anger, "You can't do this... I have done so much for you! I have sacrificed everything for you!"

"Jafar," Herpo's voice became deeper, like a death dirge, "you have proven your worth by doing so much for me. You should feel honored that you will be the vessel for a great deed."

As the black fog completely penetrated, Jafar's eyes were gradually covered by deep black. His lips opened and closed weakly, and finally fell into deathly silence. His body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, and slowly stood up like a puppet being controlled.

When he opened his eyes again, the pair of eyes that were once loyal and persistent had been completely replaced by cold evil. A familiar yet unfamiliar smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with Helbo's signature contempt and arrogance.

"Barbarossa..."

Barbarossa only felt his lips dry and his tongue parched. He knew very well that Jafar was Herbo's Horcrux, and was a container that could be recovered and fused by Herbo at any time. He was not much better off. He was Jafar's Horcrux. After Jafar was fused, he also became Herbo's new Horcrux.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

"I'm here," Barbarossa said, and then he quickly handed Herbo a toy that looked like a small doll. There was a nail covered in black blood on it, and it looked shocking.

"Ah, Jafar's body, the blood power really didn't disappoint me, it has returned to nearly 80% of its original state," Helbo murmured in a low voice, raising Jafar's hands, feeling this new body, and then he sighed slightly, "It's a pity that this body is too old..."

"This is a voodoo doll obtained from the South American voodoo cult. It is specially prepared for you, my honorable master. It contains the virgin blood of 108 young girls in their prime. It can reverse the age of your body to an astonishing degree," Barbarossa said respectfully.

"Voodoo, huh, their only decent ability is this voodoo doll... Well, if the Great Purge Plan succeeds, let's leave them a place on the Ark!" Hailbo said coldly.

"Yes, Master."

As Barbarossa pulled out the nails from the voodoo doll, a stream of blood gushed out like a spring and poured over Herbo.

Hailbo was bathed in it, and his body, which was dyed blood red, began to emit amazing magical fluctuations.

After more than an hour, the ceremony ended.

Hailbo stood up, twisted his neck slightly, looked at his white hands, and let out a creepy laugh.

"Slytherin, see? I'm back. This time, you can't stop me anymore." Helpo said coldly, and then he raised his hand lightly, and the eight-headed snake that was still hissing instantly turned into nothingness, as if it had never existed in this world. (End of this chapter)