Chapter 688 Column 1
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 688 The First Pillar
(already edited)
Bang!
On Ye Mengjia's huge and broad back, three figures collided fiercely.
Or it can also be said... Dumbledore unilaterally 'bullyed' the two Voldemorts.
The old muscular stick closed its palms, like a short knife, and repeatedly slashed at the old version of Voldemort and Nagia Voldemort's protection spell.
Bang~bang~bang bang, the sound of continuous impact, like thunder, reverberated in this dead and silent place.
The successive attacks made it impossible for the two Voldemorts to cast their wands.
Every time before he waved his wand, Dumbledore's fists rained down on them, and if he didn't pay attention... he almost broke the wand in his hand.
And those low-power spells cast silently and without a stick are useless against this old muscle stick with rough skin and thick flesh.
Voldemort cursed again and again, and every time he uttered a spell, he was hit hard by the old muscular club.
He could only use various silent spells one after another, supporting a series of [protective spells] to prevent this guy from approaching.
drink!
With a heavy exhalation from JOJO Dumbledore, one of his palms slapped Nagia Voldemort's face directly.
Snapped!
Voldemort obviously has not experienced such a thing (Gandalf Olaf in the mad robe), and this palm firmly pressed on the face of her avatar.
After a piercing shattering sound, Najiya's originally delicate face was sunken like a crushed watermelon, blood and flesh spattered, and it was sticky... The whole face was completely rotten into a ball of paste.
--what!
"Damn old lunatic... don't you have any shame of a wizard at all?"
The old version of Voldemort not only failed to save his avatar, but took this opportunity to run away from Dumbledore JOJO.
Then, with a hasty flick of his wand, he cast the spell.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light reappeared, directly reflecting the scaled 'ground' under their feet green, and that very intense direct death ray suddenly pierced Dumbledore's sturdy body.
"Die...go to die!"
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Dumbledore was sent flying more than ten steps.
He staggered and shook his body, his whole face became extremely pale, and his blue eyes also became lifeless and hollow,
The raised lumpy muscles twitched and trembled constantly.
His whole body seemed to be limp and fell to the ground.
Seeing such a situation, Voldemort finally breathed a sigh of relief, he panted rapidly,
And Nagia Voldemort's shattered face was like a blown balloon, slowly puffing up and returning to its original shape.
"Damn old bastard... It's a shame for wizards to throw out their wands and fight with their own bodies. What's the difference between this and beasts..."
Voldemort said, wand raised, and leaned cautiously towards Dumbledore, seemingly wanting to check whether Albus was alive or dead.
Suck--
call--
But before he got close, the [Flesh Pupil·Red] streamer in Dumbledore's hand turned,
Then the devil's muscular man's chest swelled high, and after taking a long breath and exhaling, he woke up again.
The two versions of Voldemort stopped abruptly, and four pairs of red eyes looked at the opponent in front of them in disbelief.
If it was said once...it might be a coincidence, then the second time proved that the old guy Dumbledore actually had a way to resist the instant death effect of the [Death Curse].
At this time, Voldemort also found the ring of [Pupil of Flesh Red] on Dumbledore's hand.
He recognized the style of the ring, it was the ring inherited from Marvolo's family, and it was also one of his former Horcruxes,
Although I don't know why my Horcrux has such power.
But Voldemort guessed... all of this must have something to do with the experiment he did through that [Horcrux]... back then.
This kind of flesh and blood, magic with majestic vitality... indeed has a deep connection with everything that happened in the reflection fragment of the world in that Muggle village...
Voldemort was even more angry. He couldn't believe that what he had discarded could be so powerful after being reused by Dumbledore.
——This old guy is actually like this... Yes, he must be... Trying to break through the magical boundaries of human wizards!
Voldemort also reacted when he saw Dumbledore's current 'muscular man form'.
His chest was heaving violently, and the magic power of the Dark Lord began to gather in the wand.
At this time, Dumbledore stepped back quickly,
The battle just now had brought him to the edge of the... that wall of flesh and blood that remained here.
The Elder Wand was stuck in the wreck of the strange tree,
The traces of electric light burst and flickered.
Albus Dumbledore yanked it out.
After such a violent collision just now, the Elder Wand was still unscathed,
—and it was back in the hands of its owner.
The two opponents, the three of them stared at each other.
They are all accumulating magical power on their bodies, and the black-gray scales under their feet... constantly change their pattern and shape, zooming in and out rhythmically... as if some kind of kaleidoscope is rotating.
Both Dumbledore and Voldemort knew that...the two will definitely compete in the future and decide whether to live or die.
"Albus Dumbledore... full of righteousness, love and peace. Look at the difference between you and me now, using the junk I throw away..."
The two Voldemorts stood apart, facing in two directions, surrounding Dumbledore.
"Tom..."
Dumbledore first looked at the old version of Voldemort, and then at Nagia.
The expression on his face was a bit embarrassing, as if he didn't expect that he would... see this former friend under such circumstances.
He responded to Voldemort: "Riddle, I am twice your age after all... Although the magic power is still surging, but the body is indeed decayed... If you want to really compete with you, it may be difficult to persevere."
"What's more, the world has changed now, especially in your crazy pursuit of [Jomengad]... these should have been submerged in the ancient power... even more so, I have to come up with some new tricks..."
"...I can't put all the pressure on the children... My old bones may still be able to exert some residual heat at the end of the old century!"
"Looks like you checked it out, Albus!" the two Voldemorts said at the same time, "You can also figure out what I want... Is it because of the two wands? Or is it because of the World Tree that made you understand..."
The Dark Lord's four pairs of red eyes were fixed on the Elder Wand and the ring in Dumbledore's hands, full of greed.
"As long as I think of a way, I will always find some clues... What's more, in this world, there is a lot of time for me to fully understand all of this."
"Use your real power? Riddle... I know that you have already stolen part of [Jomungarde]'s power... Otherwise, the flow of time in this world would not be so chaotic with your appearance and existence."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have much chance."
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the ring of [Pupil of Flesh: Red] immediately flashed a bright light.
Dumbledore's body shape was bulging again, and the lines of muscles were very obvious.
He let out a breath suddenly, the breath seemed to be smashed into the water, and the mid-air in front of him immediately exploded.
then,
Clang!
A sound of iron and non-ferrous metal colliding suddenly sounded.
As Dumbledore waved his wand, trails of unknown substances that looked like black smoke, but at the same time glowed with some kind of silver light... in a slow and rapid way... rhythmically surrounded the two Voldemorts.
Dumbledore also rushed up like a heavy truck out of control.
……
"McGuffin, do you really know which direction Harry is in?"
Hermione stopped hesitantly and asked McGuffin.
Next to Black, Ron also stopped and turned around from the front to look at him.
"That's right, the one in front..."
McGuffin wrapped his wand around his forehead, and a little Guffin popped out.
This little thing was chirping and squeaking, its little finger was constantly poking forward, and it jumped to tell a few people where Harry was.
"My spell... or those whose mind senses the direction is right. Harry is in the direction ahead..."
"However, I don't know how far away."
"What's more, on the body of this giant sky-veil beast...we only have two directions...one towards the head and one towards the tail..." McGuffin said.
"The direction of the head is simply impossible..."
"—Why is it impossible!!"
McGuffin smiled bitterly and said, "[Jörmungandr] retains the most power in the head, even Voldemort would not dare to put his own proof there..."
"If we get to that place, we will be polluted by irreversible magical power... It is impossible to survive..."
After hearing what McGuffin said, Hermione immediately looked down at the scaled runes under her feet. She was dazed for a while, and after a trembling, she immediately raised her head again, not daring to take a closer look.
"The most important thing is... when Professor Dumbledore blew up that strange tree, I saw...the direction they were flying was indeed heading here..." McGuffin said with certainty.
"Then what are you waiting for, let's go!" Black raised his head and walked forward first.
Ron turned around and looked at the place where they came, and said with some concern, "I don't know Professor Dumbledore, what happened to the contest between him... and the Dark Lord?"
The corner of McGuffin's mouth twitched, apparently thinking of the scene where Dumbledore Wong Fei-hung kicked Voldemort before leaving.
In any case, after seeing that situation, McGuffin really couldn't put the word 'worry' on Dumbledore's head.
……
Whoa!
Splashes of water!
In the original position, the duel between Dumbledore and the two Voldemorts has reached its most intense moment.
The two of them have their own winners and losers, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior for a while.
In the three aspects of magic spells, magic power, and combat experience, both of them have their own specialties.
Voldemort's spells are weird and terrifying, all kinds of evil and cruel, and insoluble poisonous spells are impossible to defend against. His magic power is even more powerful. After being divided into two incarnations, although the magic power contained in each spell has declined, the strange combination of various curses is even more difficult to defend against.
However, Dumbledore's state at this time is even more impeccable, especially after he got the wand.
Some spells... can be avoided by the agility of this body,
Even if you can't avoid it, you can still resist it.
Dumbledore understood the essence of magic power better, and various types of spells that Voldemort could not understand were directly issued by him at will.
The previous spell of black smoke like a spider web almost cut the two Voldemorts into pieces.
Voldemort still escaped from that desperate situation by relying on the power he stole from [Jomungard].
--clang!
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a stream of water rose from the stagnant water on the ground (summoned by the previous battle between the two)...
It turned into a huge ice blade in mid-air, flashing cold light, and smashed towards Nagia Voldemort suddenly.
The ice blade collided with the stance formed by the protective spell, making a huge metal impact sound.
The devil's muscular man followed closely behind, relying on his thick-skinned and solid defensive power... directly crashed into another old version of Voldemort.
These two Voldemorts were so annoyed and disgusted by Dumbledore Muscle Fighter's method of fighting.
But the two of them also had to fight this old muscle stick here bam~ bang... 'head to head' endlessly.
Voldemort flicked his wand quickly.
"Hey... Ang!"
After a terrifying roar, the flow of time in this area suddenly slowed down by more than half.
Only two Voldemorts were able to function normally.
And Dumbledore attacked slowly as if he had been hit by the [Slow Curse].
Although it was 'much slower' than before, compared to Voldemort's moving speed, Dumbledore's speed was still fast after the old guy slowed down.
But at least... this allowed Voldemort to hide... or to cast other spells to defend himself.
Smash the ice blade into pieces, and cast a spell to drive the muscular man back.
Voldemort waved his wand first.
(hiss~ hiss~)
After two Parseltongues, he sank directly into the stagnant water (called from the previous layer).
Then, the entire 'ground'...
[Jormungandr] All the scales in this area suddenly exploded, and they were tilted one by one, erected at a certain angle.
That layer of water mist suddenly disappeared into the oozing pink flesh and blood that was full of mucus.
After Dumbledore saw such a strange state, he immediately floated up.
Holding up his wand, he began to look around for signs of Voldemort.
At this time, the wreckage left by the triangular tree of flesh and blood crawled quickly, moving violently like tentacles, waving in mid-air.
chu—chu—
Immediately afterwards, countless thin tentacles protruded from the gaps in the scales.
call!
After a heavy sound... like a gigantic breath, the tips of those tentacles suddenly burst out with extremely powerful magic power, emitting light like an aurora, changing various colors, occupying all the space in this area.
Also includes where Dumbledore is.
Unbeknownst to Albus Dumbledore, time stood still here.
And the two Voldemorts were gradually approaching him.
(End of this chapter)
(already edited)
Bang!
On Ye Mengjia's huge and broad back, three figures collided fiercely.
Or it can also be said... Dumbledore unilaterally 'bullyed' the two Voldemorts.
The old muscular stick closed its palms, like a short knife, and repeatedly slashed at the old version of Voldemort and Nagia Voldemort's protection spell.
Bang~bang~bang bang, the sound of continuous impact, like thunder, reverberated in this dead and silent place.
The successive attacks made it impossible for the two Voldemorts to cast their wands.
Every time before he waved his wand, Dumbledore's fists rained down on them, and if he didn't pay attention... he almost broke the wand in his hand.
And those low-power spells cast silently and without a stick are useless against this old muscle stick with rough skin and thick flesh.
Voldemort cursed again and again, and every time he uttered a spell, he was hit hard by the old muscular club.
He could only use various silent spells one after another, supporting a series of [protective spells] to prevent this guy from approaching.
drink!
With a heavy exhalation from JOJO Dumbledore, one of his palms slapped Nagia Voldemort's face directly.
Snapped!
Voldemort obviously has not experienced such a thing (Gandalf Olaf in the mad robe), and this palm firmly pressed on the face of her avatar.
After a piercing shattering sound, Najiya's originally delicate face was sunken like a crushed watermelon, blood and flesh spattered, and it was sticky... The whole face was completely rotten into a ball of paste.
--what!
"Damn old lunatic... don't you have any shame of a wizard at all?"
The old version of Voldemort not only failed to save his avatar, but took this opportunity to run away from Dumbledore JOJO.
Then, with a hasty flick of his wand, he cast the spell.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light reappeared, directly reflecting the scaled 'ground' under their feet green, and that very intense direct death ray suddenly pierced Dumbledore's sturdy body.
"Die...go to die!"
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Dumbledore was sent flying more than ten steps.
He staggered and shook his body, his whole face became extremely pale, and his blue eyes also became lifeless and hollow,
The raised lumpy muscles twitched and trembled constantly.
His whole body seemed to be limp and fell to the ground.
Seeing such a situation, Voldemort finally breathed a sigh of relief, he panted rapidly,
And Nagia Voldemort's shattered face was like a blown balloon, slowly puffing up and returning to its original shape.
"Damn old bastard... It's a shame for wizards to throw out their wands and fight with their own bodies. What's the difference between this and beasts..."
Voldemort said, wand raised, and leaned cautiously towards Dumbledore, seemingly wanting to check whether Albus was alive or dead.
Suck--
call--
But before he got close, the [Flesh Pupil·Red] streamer in Dumbledore's hand turned,
Then the devil's muscular man's chest swelled high, and after taking a long breath and exhaling, he woke up again.
The two versions of Voldemort stopped abruptly, and four pairs of red eyes looked at the opponent in front of them in disbelief.
If it was said once...it might be a coincidence, then the second time proved that the old guy Dumbledore actually had a way to resist the instant death effect of the [Death Curse].
At this time, Voldemort also found the ring of [Pupil of Flesh Red] on Dumbledore's hand.
He recognized the style of the ring, it was the ring inherited from Marvolo's family, and it was also one of his former Horcruxes,
Although I don't know why my Horcrux has such power.
But Voldemort guessed... all of this must have something to do with the experiment he did through that [Horcrux]... back then.
This kind of flesh and blood, magic with majestic vitality... indeed has a deep connection with everything that happened in the reflection fragment of the world in that Muggle village...
Voldemort was even more angry. He couldn't believe that what he had discarded could be so powerful after being reused by Dumbledore.
——This old guy is actually like this... Yes, he must be... Trying to break through the magical boundaries of human wizards!
Voldemort also reacted when he saw Dumbledore's current 'muscular man form'.
His chest was heaving violently, and the magic power of the Dark Lord began to gather in the wand.
At this time, Dumbledore stepped back quickly,
The battle just now had brought him to the edge of the... that wall of flesh and blood that remained here.
The Elder Wand was stuck in the wreck of the strange tree,
The traces of electric light burst and flickered.
Albus Dumbledore yanked it out.
After such a violent collision just now, the Elder Wand was still unscathed,
—and it was back in the hands of its owner.
The two opponents, the three of them stared at each other.
They are all accumulating magical power on their bodies, and the black-gray scales under their feet... constantly change their pattern and shape, zooming in and out rhythmically... as if some kind of kaleidoscope is rotating.
Both Dumbledore and Voldemort knew that...the two will definitely compete in the future and decide whether to live or die.
"Albus Dumbledore... full of righteousness, love and peace. Look at the difference between you and me now, using the junk I throw away..."
The two Voldemorts stood apart, facing in two directions, surrounding Dumbledore.
"Tom..."
Dumbledore first looked at the old version of Voldemort, and then at Nagia.
The expression on his face was a bit embarrassing, as if he didn't expect that he would... see this former friend under such circumstances.
He responded to Voldemort: "Riddle, I am twice your age after all... Although the magic power is still surging, but the body is indeed decayed... If you want to really compete with you, it may be difficult to persevere."
"What's more, the world has changed now, especially in your crazy pursuit of [Jomengad]... these should have been submerged in the ancient power... even more so, I have to come up with some new tricks..."
"...I can't put all the pressure on the children... My old bones may still be able to exert some residual heat at the end of the old century!"
"Looks like you checked it out, Albus!" the two Voldemorts said at the same time, "You can also figure out what I want... Is it because of the two wands? Or is it because of the World Tree that made you understand..."
The Dark Lord's four pairs of red eyes were fixed on the Elder Wand and the ring in Dumbledore's hands, full of greed.
"As long as I think of a way, I will always find some clues... What's more, in this world, there is a lot of time for me to fully understand all of this."
"Use your real power? Riddle... I know that you have already stolen part of [Jomungarde]'s power... Otherwise, the flow of time in this world would not be so chaotic with your appearance and existence."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have much chance."
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the ring of [Pupil of Flesh: Red] immediately flashed a bright light.
Dumbledore's body shape was bulging again, and the lines of muscles were very obvious.
He let out a breath suddenly, the breath seemed to be smashed into the water, and the mid-air in front of him immediately exploded.
then,
Clang!
A sound of iron and non-ferrous metal colliding suddenly sounded.
As Dumbledore waved his wand, trails of unknown substances that looked like black smoke, but at the same time glowed with some kind of silver light... in a slow and rapid way... rhythmically surrounded the two Voldemorts.
Dumbledore also rushed up like a heavy truck out of control.
……
"McGuffin, do you really know which direction Harry is in?"
Hermione stopped hesitantly and asked McGuffin.
Next to Black, Ron also stopped and turned around from the front to look at him.
"That's right, the one in front..."
McGuffin wrapped his wand around his forehead, and a little Guffin popped out.
This little thing was chirping and squeaking, its little finger was constantly poking forward, and it jumped to tell a few people where Harry was.
"My spell... or those whose mind senses the direction is right. Harry is in the direction ahead..."
"However, I don't know how far away."
"What's more, on the body of this giant sky-veil beast...we only have two directions...one towards the head and one towards the tail..." McGuffin said.
"The direction of the head is simply impossible..."
"—Why is it impossible!!"
McGuffin smiled bitterly and said, "[Jörmungandr] retains the most power in the head, even Voldemort would not dare to put his own proof there..."
"If we get to that place, we will be polluted by irreversible magical power... It is impossible to survive..."
After hearing what McGuffin said, Hermione immediately looked down at the scaled runes under her feet. She was dazed for a while, and after a trembling, she immediately raised her head again, not daring to take a closer look.
"The most important thing is... when Professor Dumbledore blew up that strange tree, I saw...the direction they were flying was indeed heading here..." McGuffin said with certainty.
"Then what are you waiting for, let's go!" Black raised his head and walked forward first.
Ron turned around and looked at the place where they came, and said with some concern, "I don't know Professor Dumbledore, what happened to the contest between him... and the Dark Lord?"
The corner of McGuffin's mouth twitched, apparently thinking of the scene where Dumbledore Wong Fei-hung kicked Voldemort before leaving.
In any case, after seeing that situation, McGuffin really couldn't put the word 'worry' on Dumbledore's head.
……
Whoa!
Splashes of water!
In the original position, the duel between Dumbledore and the two Voldemorts has reached its most intense moment.
The two of them have their own winners and losers, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior for a while.
In the three aspects of magic spells, magic power, and combat experience, both of them have their own specialties.
Voldemort's spells are weird and terrifying, all kinds of evil and cruel, and insoluble poisonous spells are impossible to defend against. His magic power is even more powerful. After being divided into two incarnations, although the magic power contained in each spell has declined, the strange combination of various curses is even more difficult to defend against.
However, Dumbledore's state at this time is even more impeccable, especially after he got the wand.
Some spells... can be avoided by the agility of this body,
Even if you can't avoid it, you can still resist it.
Dumbledore understood the essence of magic power better, and various types of spells that Voldemort could not understand were directly issued by him at will.
The previous spell of black smoke like a spider web almost cut the two Voldemorts into pieces.
Voldemort still escaped from that desperate situation by relying on the power he stole from [Jomungard].
--clang!
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a stream of water rose from the stagnant water on the ground (summoned by the previous battle between the two)...
It turned into a huge ice blade in mid-air, flashing cold light, and smashed towards Nagia Voldemort suddenly.
The ice blade collided with the stance formed by the protective spell, making a huge metal impact sound.
The devil's muscular man followed closely behind, relying on his thick-skinned and solid defensive power... directly crashed into another old version of Voldemort.
These two Voldemorts were so annoyed and disgusted by Dumbledore Muscle Fighter's method of fighting.
But the two of them also had to fight this old muscle stick here bam~ bang... 'head to head' endlessly.
Voldemort flicked his wand quickly.
"Hey... Ang!"
After a terrifying roar, the flow of time in this area suddenly slowed down by more than half.
Only two Voldemorts were able to function normally.
And Dumbledore attacked slowly as if he had been hit by the [Slow Curse].
Although it was 'much slower' than before, compared to Voldemort's moving speed, Dumbledore's speed was still fast after the old guy slowed down.
But at least... this allowed Voldemort to hide... or to cast other spells to defend himself.
Smash the ice blade into pieces, and cast a spell to drive the muscular man back.
Voldemort waved his wand first.
(hiss~ hiss~)
After two Parseltongues, he sank directly into the stagnant water (called from the previous layer).
Then, the entire 'ground'...
[Jormungandr] All the scales in this area suddenly exploded, and they were tilted one by one, erected at a certain angle.
That layer of water mist suddenly disappeared into the oozing pink flesh and blood that was full of mucus.
After Dumbledore saw such a strange state, he immediately floated up.
Holding up his wand, he began to look around for signs of Voldemort.
At this time, the wreckage left by the triangular tree of flesh and blood crawled quickly, moving violently like tentacles, waving in mid-air.
chu—chu—
Immediately afterwards, countless thin tentacles protruded from the gaps in the scales.
call!
After a heavy sound... like a gigantic breath, the tips of those tentacles suddenly burst out with extremely powerful magic power, emitting light like an aurora, changing various colors, occupying all the space in this area.
Also includes where Dumbledore is.
Unbeknownst to Albus Dumbledore, time stood still here.
And the two Voldemorts were gradually approaching him.
(End of this chapter)
