Chapter 248: The Principle of Trace Thread and the Torture of Voldemort
Faced with Yang Tian's stubborn attitude, Madame Maxime's visit to the Forley family was doomed to fail. She could only leave a sentence, "The door of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic is always open to you", and then left in disappointment. Fleur, who had a look of "Just wait for me", also left with her.
In this regard, Yang Tian could only smile bitterly.
However, Yang Tian did not let the two leave empty-handed, but gave Madame Maxime a great gift! It was a silverfish, the one that Yang Tian successfully subdued a few days ago. However, Madame Maxime did not know about this mysterious gift; it quietly hid between the beautiful hems of the headmistress's skirt and would return to France with her. Yang Tian had high hopes for this silverfish, hoping that it could "swept away" all the books in the Beauxbatons Library! The ideal state is to find all the rare books that Madame Maxime can reach.
"Hahaha..." When he thought of something happy, he couldn't help but laugh wildly towards the sky...
However, for Yang Tian, this visit was nothing more than a small episode; he quickly threw himself into full preparation for battle.
Just three or four days later, the intelligent computer brought good news again: the trace analysis had been completed.
Yang Tian was overjoyed and quickly received the relevant information. It was almost the same as expected. These traces were indeed an extreme use of the combination of mental power and alchemy. It bound a trace of external soul power to the little wizard's own soul through a contract; thus, this trace of soul power could always follow the little wizard, detect the magic fluctuations and life characteristics around the little wizard, and distinguish between Muggle life and wizard life...
If a wizard's magic power fluctuates abnormally and the data around him violates the rules of the contract, then the data and related coordinates will be directly fed back to an alchemical item...
At the same time, after comprehensively analyzing the results, the intelligent brain also gave the best response method: create an information cocoon, simulate the trace signal, filter out harmful information related to magic fluctuations, and replace it with virtual information...
After carefully studying the countermeasures, Yang Tian decisively began to practice. After just half an hour, he finally put his heart at ease. This trace could no longer pose any threat to him.
However, Yang Tian did not stop studying the trace thread because the gains were far more than that!
According to the intelligent computer, it has completely cracked the method of making the trace silk; and Yang Tian has discovered new highlights from the method of making this trace silk.
According to the intelligent computer, Zongsi's soul power can detect and collect relevant information in the surrounding area, but it is not limited to magic fluctuations and life characteristics. Those are just special rules of alchemical props. For example, sound, text, images, etc. can all be detected and searched.
When Yang Tian saw these contents, the first thing he thought of was the chat software in his previous life. If the traces were defined as information sources, and all the information sources were tied together through alchemical props to transmit information to each other, wouldn't this be much more convenient than the owl? But he didn't know if the traces had a distance limit.
Once this idea came into being, it was difficult to extinguish it. Soon, the idea of a communication ring took shape in Yang Tian's mind. He quickly gave instructions to the intelligent brain to deduce the production plan and feasibility of the communication ring...
The tracking thread problem has been solved, but Yang Tian is not in a hurry to contact his friends. He hopes to wait until the concept of the communication ring is formed before deciding on the next course of action.
Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and he wanted to have a good chat with his "old friend" Mr. Voldemort. After all, if he could successfully subdue his soul, it would be a great help; even if he couldn't, it would be a pleasant thing to get some useful information from him.
So, in the horrific interrogation area at the deepest part of Soul Prison,
"Hi, Voldemort, long time no see. Do you feel lonely being alone in such a haunted place?" Yang Tian greeted enthusiastically.
However, Voldemort merely snorted coldly without saying a word in response.
Don't be so cold all the time. After all, we have a life-and-death friendship. Isn't it said that there is no friendship without fighting? Yang Tian kept persuading her.
"Don't always be so cold. After all, we have a life-and-death friendship. As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting!" Yang Tian still did not give up and continued to persuade.
Unfortunately, Voldemort's heart was as hard as stone today, and he turned a deaf ear to Yang Tian's words.
Seeing this, Yang Tian shook his head helplessly and said, "Forget it. Since you are so uncooperative, let's try the new rules from today on. Every day, you will experience one hour of extreme pain. Of course, if you are willing to reveal even a little insignificant secret to me, you can be spared this torture. So, Mr. Voldemort, is there anything you want to share with me now?"
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Faced with Yang Tian's questioning, Voldemort remained silent, as indifferent as a rock.
Yang Tian finally stopped talking nonsense and took out a row of bloody steel nails; before Voldemort could react, the steel nails pierced straight into the gaps between his ten fingers...
"Hiss... um..." The extremely suppressed groan of pain instantly brought the atmosphere to a freezing point...
Yang Tian hurriedly used his soul eye to carefully search for any psychological cracks that might have appeared when the Dark Lord was tortured, but unfortunately he found nothing...
He was not discouraged and immediately took out ten soul-refining nails.
Looking at the execution that had left a deep impression on him on the day of the public execution, Voldemort's pupils shrank sharply, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.
When the Soul-Refining Nail entered the Dark Lord's soul, the eerie flames arrived as promised, which was the burning of the soul.
"Ah~! Ah~! Ah~!" Voldemort's screams could no longer be suppressed and broke out completely.
Yang Tian used his soul eye to search carefully again, but unfortunately, he was disappointed again...
So, in the following time, the Horrifying Whip, the Soul Stone... all the terrifying torture instruments in the Soul Prison were tried on Voldemort. The heart-wrenching pain and trembling were unbearable even for the Dark Lord. He could only use a beast-like roar to relieve the extreme pain...
After a whole hour, Yang Tian was still disappointed! The stubborn Voldemort didn't say a word in the end. Under the Eye of the Soul, he didn't find even a trace of psychological cracks in the Dark Lord.
At this moment, Yang Tian had a clearer understanding of this demon king who brought darkness into the wizard world. Apart from anything else, his toughness alone was unmatched by ordinary people...
