Chapter 652 The Voice from Hell
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Hen Kun De Guo San Sui
Both Ciel and Grindelwald were physically unable to accept the hell-like scene in front of them. God knows what those damn goblins were doing here.
The only thing that the two of them can [-]% confirm is that these damn goblins must be doing something related to black magic and creatures. Even the transformation of the demons and monsters in Knockturn Alley in the dungeon was like that of little witches compared to now. See the great witch.
Before the two of them could fully recover from such a scene, a hoarse voice, like fingernails scratching on a blackboard with a hint of flirtatious tone, sounded from all directions.
"Wellwellwell, look who's here? My dearest rival, Harry Potter's spiritual mentor, the little guy who once dared to plot against me!
The presence of the legendary elemental mage, Charles Lancaster, really made me feel alive! "
With the sound of the sound, both Ciel and Grindelwald became alert for a moment. Both of them raised the weapons in their hands and stared at the surrounding environment.
The owner of that voice didn't seem to want to hide in the darkness for too long, as if he couldn't wait to see Ciel's surprised and angry expression, and started the next move.
The huge, bubbling pool of viscous blood that almost occupies the entire central area began to tumble little by little not long after the sound ended.
Just after a while, the entire blood pool began to surge and boil like boiling water boiled by a fire, and the rich blood-colored mist almost filled the entire space in the next second.
Accompanied by a splashing sound of water, a huge snake head that almost filled half of the blood pool slowly lifted up from the blood pool. The thick plasma was like melted candy, flowing from the giant snake's head. Sliding off the head.
The entire giant snake has a strange black-gray feel. You can vaguely see the original snakeskin pattern of the giant snake, and it feels like a giant snake that has mastered the armed color.
Coupled with the blood that keeps falling, the whole picture looks both weird and terrifying.
Fortunately, both Charles and Grindelwald are people who have seen the big world. Naturally, they cannot be frightened by a bigger snake. The basilisk came, and neither of them brought a pestle.
Even when the two of them saw the giant snake worm emerging from the huge blood pool, they both had the same idea in their hearts: how deep is this damn blood pool, and how deep is the group of goblins? How many creatures must have been killed to produce so much blood.
The two of them stared at the giant snake the moment it appeared. On Grindelwald's side, even the wand began to glow faintly.
The only reason why the two of them didn't take the lead was that they wanted to figure out what was going on here. From this point of view, Ciel and Grindelwald still had a tacit understanding.
Fortunately, the owner of the voice didn't mean to keep the two of them waiting. After the giant snake's head completely emerged from the water of the blood pool, a trace of black mist floated out from somewhere.
The moment the black mist floated out, the wisp of black mist began to drive the bloody mist floating in the space to form a huge vortex, and the end point of the vortex was on top of the giant snake's head.
After a while, a figure composed of black mist and bloody mist appeared on top of the giant snake's head.
He sat on the giant snake's head in an extremely relaxed and arrogant posture, looking down at Ciel and Grindelwald who were still standing on the ground on guard.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, Charles Lancaster! To be honest! I really miss you! Thinking about it, I wish I could tear you into pieces right away!"
The figure finished this sentence in a relaxed tone, as if cutting Ciel into pieces was an extremely simple and trivial matter.
However, Charles immediately recognized the identity of the figure made of mist sitting on the giant snake's head, and called out the identity of the figure in a low tone.
"Voldemort!"
At this time, Voldemort was no longer what Charles had seen before. The face of the snake made of mist was covered with black lines that seemed to be totems or magic circles.
The hand behind the back and the hand casually resting on the knee also became abnormal. The ten fingers looked as if they had just been taken out of blood, and they were red and coquettish.
As Charles revealed Voldemort's identity, Charles and Grindelwald also assumed a posture to face the enemy. Golden flames instantly covered Charles' body, representing the crackle of thunder and lightning. Sounds and white flashes also surged in Ciel's hands.
Grindelwald's side was even more exaggerated. The blue light almost covered Grindelwald's entire wand, and the clothes all over his body began to flow continuously under the blessing of the wind element.
In terms of momentum alone, no one would doubt how deadly the attack the two men would unleash in the next second would be.
But Voldemort, who was sitting on the snake's head, didn't seem to care at all. He even looked at the two people's momentum and even applauded them.
"Very good aura! This is the Charles I know! As for the gentleman next to you, although I don't know your name, Voldemort recognizes your aura!
Are you interested in working for me?Believe me, what I can give you is definitely much more than if you were Dumbledore's child's nanny! "
Listening to Voldemort poaching Dumbledore on the spot, Ciel felt that his originally condensed momentum almost dissipated.
What is this, the second generation poaching the first generation on the spot?Putting aside the issue of whether Voldemort can suppress Grindelwald's ambition and structure for this generation, I don't think Voldemort can provide him with just a driving service.
What to give?Butt?
Before Grindelwald could taunt Voldemort, Ciel quickly interrupted Grindelwald. After all, Grindelwald's identity was quite sensitive, and it was best not to let Voldemort know if he could.
"Voldemort, what on earth do you want to do?"
Ciel sharply scolded Voldemort, trying to bring the topic back to him. On the other hand, Grindelwald seemed to know Ciel's intention and did not intervene.
Voldemort, on the other hand, didn't care at all that his idea of recruiting Grindelwald was interrupted by Ciel, as if he just asked casually out of interest. On the contrary, he turned around after Ciel spoke. Staring at Ciel.
"What are you doing? Charles Lancaster, do you still remember the gift you left me?"
The only thing that the two of them can [-]% confirm is that these damn goblins must be doing something related to black magic and creatures. Even the transformation of the demons and monsters in Knockturn Alley in the dungeon was like that of little witches compared to now. See the great witch.
Before the two of them could fully recover from such a scene, a hoarse voice, like fingernails scratching on a blackboard with a hint of flirtatious tone, sounded from all directions.
"Wellwellwell, look who's here? My dearest rival, Harry Potter's spiritual mentor, the little guy who once dared to plot against me!
The presence of the legendary elemental mage, Charles Lancaster, really made me feel alive! "
With the sound of the sound, both Ciel and Grindelwald became alert for a moment. Both of them raised the weapons in their hands and stared at the surrounding environment.
The owner of that voice didn't seem to want to hide in the darkness for too long, as if he couldn't wait to see Ciel's surprised and angry expression, and started the next move.
The huge, bubbling pool of viscous blood that almost occupies the entire central area began to tumble little by little not long after the sound ended.
Just after a while, the entire blood pool began to surge and boil like boiling water boiled by a fire, and the rich blood-colored mist almost filled the entire space in the next second.
Accompanied by a splashing sound of water, a huge snake head that almost filled half of the blood pool slowly lifted up from the blood pool. The thick plasma was like melted candy, flowing from the giant snake's head. Sliding off the head.
The entire giant snake has a strange black-gray feel. You can vaguely see the original snakeskin pattern of the giant snake, and it feels like a giant snake that has mastered the armed color.
Coupled with the blood that keeps falling, the whole picture looks both weird and terrifying.
Fortunately, both Charles and Grindelwald are people who have seen the big world. Naturally, they cannot be frightened by a bigger snake. The basilisk came, and neither of them brought a pestle.
Even when the two of them saw the giant snake worm emerging from the huge blood pool, they both had the same idea in their hearts: how deep is this damn blood pool, and how deep is the group of goblins? How many creatures must have been killed to produce so much blood.
The two of them stared at the giant snake the moment it appeared. On Grindelwald's side, even the wand began to glow faintly.
The only reason why the two of them didn't take the lead was that they wanted to figure out what was going on here. From this point of view, Ciel and Grindelwald still had a tacit understanding.
Fortunately, the owner of the voice didn't mean to keep the two of them waiting. After the giant snake's head completely emerged from the water of the blood pool, a trace of black mist floated out from somewhere.
The moment the black mist floated out, the wisp of black mist began to drive the bloody mist floating in the space to form a huge vortex, and the end point of the vortex was on top of the giant snake's head.
After a while, a figure composed of black mist and bloody mist appeared on top of the giant snake's head.
He sat on the giant snake's head in an extremely relaxed and arrogant posture, looking down at Ciel and Grindelwald who were still standing on the ground on guard.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, Charles Lancaster! To be honest! I really miss you! Thinking about it, I wish I could tear you into pieces right away!"
The figure finished this sentence in a relaxed tone, as if cutting Ciel into pieces was an extremely simple and trivial matter.
However, Charles immediately recognized the identity of the figure made of mist sitting on the giant snake's head, and called out the identity of the figure in a low tone.
"Voldemort!"
At this time, Voldemort was no longer what Charles had seen before. The face of the snake made of mist was covered with black lines that seemed to be totems or magic circles.
The hand behind the back and the hand casually resting on the knee also became abnormal. The ten fingers looked as if they had just been taken out of blood, and they were red and coquettish.
As Charles revealed Voldemort's identity, Charles and Grindelwald also assumed a posture to face the enemy. Golden flames instantly covered Charles' body, representing the crackle of thunder and lightning. Sounds and white flashes also surged in Ciel's hands.
Grindelwald's side was even more exaggerated. The blue light almost covered Grindelwald's entire wand, and the clothes all over his body began to flow continuously under the blessing of the wind element.
In terms of momentum alone, no one would doubt how deadly the attack the two men would unleash in the next second would be.
But Voldemort, who was sitting on the snake's head, didn't seem to care at all. He even looked at the two people's momentum and even applauded them.
"Very good aura! This is the Charles I know! As for the gentleman next to you, although I don't know your name, Voldemort recognizes your aura!
Are you interested in working for me?Believe me, what I can give you is definitely much more than if you were Dumbledore's child's nanny! "
Listening to Voldemort poaching Dumbledore on the spot, Ciel felt that his originally condensed momentum almost dissipated.
What is this, the second generation poaching the first generation on the spot?Putting aside the issue of whether Voldemort can suppress Grindelwald's ambition and structure for this generation, I don't think Voldemort can provide him with just a driving service.
What to give?Butt?
Before Grindelwald could taunt Voldemort, Ciel quickly interrupted Grindelwald. After all, Grindelwald's identity was quite sensitive, and it was best not to let Voldemort know if he could.
"Voldemort, what on earth do you want to do?"
Ciel sharply scolded Voldemort, trying to bring the topic back to him. On the other hand, Grindelwald seemed to know Ciel's intention and did not intervene.
Voldemort, on the other hand, didn't care at all that his idea of recruiting Grindelwald was interrupted by Ciel, as if he just asked casually out of interest. On the contrary, he turned around after Ciel spoke. Staring at Ciel.
"What are you doing? Charles Lancaster, do you still remember the gift you left me?"
