Chapter 546: Ruthless and the Last Resort

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, the pool in front of him immediately moved, revealing a thick pipe. Without any hesitation, he dived into it.

Following the winding pipe all the way down, I finally slid down to a very deep place until I came to a mysterious room.

In this mysterious room, the first thing that catches your eye is the ubiquitous green.

The walls are covered with thick moss, which seems to be the traces left by time, or the manifestation of some mysterious power.

The ground was covered with emerald green snake-scale stone slabs, and every step made a creepy sound, as if something was secretly spying on every intruder.

There was a faint fishy smell in the air, which was the unique scent of snakes.

The candlesticks around were burning with ghostly green flames. They were jumping and twisting, casting strange shadows, making the whole space look even more eerie.

Occasionally, a cold breeze blew, and the candlelight flickered, as if even time became slow and heavy at this moment.

At the deepest part of the secret room stood a huge snake head statue. Its eyes were inlaid with two blood-red gems, flashing a cold and cunning light.

The snake's mouth opened slightly, revealing its sharp fangs, as if it was ready to devour any creature that dared to approach it.

This statue is not only the symbol of Slytherin House, but also one of the most terrifying existences in the Chamber of Secrets.

Because only when you get close will you find that it is not a statue at all, but a huge snake monster that has survived for an unknown period of time and is covered with dust that has formed a hard shell.

Those hard shells make it look like a statue, but once someone gets close, the green in the room becomes more intense, as if the whole world is swallowed up by this color.

And those unknown intruders will be completely turned into stone statues at this time.

Sensing someone intruding, the basilisk coiled its body high up, stood on the platform, and stared at the person who broke into this forbidden area with cold eyes.

It spit out a huge temper and kept making a low hissing sound, like a warning or a way of greeting.

Facing the huge monster, Ron, or Voldemort, had no intention of stopping. He walked quickly to the front of the basilisk.

A low hissing sound kept coming out of his mouth, as if responding to the other party's greeting.

Standing in front of the huge monster, Voldemort's body began to tremble continuously, but it was not because of him.

It was because Ron's remaining soul felt fear, and it seemed that he still could not completely control this body.

Voldemort couldn't help feeling a little angry. He forced his body to move forward until he was facing the huge monster in front of him up close.

In the magical world, the basilisk is a terrifying mysterious creature.

They have huge bodies, covered with cold and slippery scales, each of which flashes with a dark light, as if it can swallow the surrounding light.

Their heads are triangular, and their two deep-set eyes are like two black holes, revealing endless malice and cunning.

When they opened their bloody mouths, their sharp fangs flashed coldly, as if ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

But compared to those relatives living in the swamp, the one in front of him is even bigger.

The body of the basilisk was winding and twisting, like a long black river flowing on the earth. Every step it moved was accompanied by a dull sound, which made people feel depressed and fearful.

Its tail is thick and powerful, and it can smash objects around it with a slight flick.

The most terrifying thing is its pair of wings. Although they are not often used, once spread out, they can stir up a cold storm and bring the breath of death.

It is no wonder that even though Ron's soul is almost disappearing, he can still feel such a strong fear.

In order to eliminate the fear and regain control of his body, Voldemort did not hesitate at all and directly raised his right hand forcefully.

He reached towards the huge head, his hand trembling in the air. He tried to retract it several times but was forcibly stopped.

Until my palm felt an indescribable coolness. Even though the old scales were covered with stains, they still conveyed a cold feeling like ice.

The special texture feels a bit like special marble when touched.

Ron, or rather Voldemort's body, began to stop trembling, and a meaningful smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

After calming down the other resident in his body, Voldemort stroked the huge basilisk in front of him and began to greet it in snake-like voice.

The whole process seemed strangely warm, just like in some bizarre fairy tales, where the protagonist was spending time with his special pet.

Before the warm feeling could spread for long, there was a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the huge basilisk fell straight to the ground.

There was a strange confusion revealed in the two huge, lantern-like eyeballs.

Looking at the fallen basilisk, Voldemort smiled with satisfaction. He took out two rolls of things from his bag and spread them on the ground.

When the two things were fully spread out, a cold light came from underneath. It was a complete set of surgical equipment.

Voldemort picked up a sharp scalpel, measured it with his hand, then brought a basin of water and placed it in front of him.

After making sure that Shimizu could print out his face, he lifted his hair up and then stabbed the scalpel into his eyeballs.

I saw him shaking violently all over, and his intact eyeball was quickly taken out.

The whole process was quick and accurate, not even a drop of blood fell into the clear water in front of him, and then the eyeballs of this body were removed.

Enduring the intense pain, Voldemort held an oversized scalpel and crawled with difficulty to the basilisk that had collapsed on the ground.

After searching for a while in the center of the two huge eyeballs, he quickly identified his target.

Still accurate and without hesitation, after taking a bath in the extremely smelly blood, a gem eyeball shone with a shining light green glow.

He held it in his own hand. This was the source of the basilisk's magic and the fundamental reason why the basilisk could turn people into stone.

Ordinary basilisks would not produce such things. Only powerful magical creatures that have lived for countless years can produce such strange things.

Voldemort held the thing in his hand, observing it with his only remaining eye, a cruel smile on his lips.

His current strength is really no match for Jin Shi and Mr. Hohenzollern.

But this did not mean that he would sit and wait for death. He knew that in the mind of Mr. Hohenzollern, he was just a psychopath with a bad temper and a murderous nature.

In the eyes of the old demon, he was just a small figure and a junior who could be easily bullied.

But they all forgot one thing, that he was a man who was so ruthless that he could even split his own soul just to pursue eternal life.

What partnership, what half each, if it's not a winner-takes-all situation, in Voldemort's eyes, it would be a complete failure.

Holding the extremely smelly gem eyeball, Voldemort immediately began his own transplant operation. No one could get the body of Mr. Hohenzollern.

Of course I would fulfill my promise and hand over the body to that old monster, but he never said that what he gave away was a body of flesh and blood, not a cold stone statue.