Chapter 464: Old Images of Voldemort and Sarok

"Do I have to lie to you?" Alger sneered nonchalantly. He gently raised his wand and drew out a silver thread of memory from his mind. The silver thread flickered with a faint light and slowly floated in the air. Then, it turned into a clear image and appeared in front of Voldemort.

In the picture, young Dumbledore and Grindelwald are talking happily with Alger. Although they occasionally argue, they still look harmonious overall. Voldemort stares with wide eyes, carefully observing every detail, trying to find evidence of Alger's fraud. But whether it is the characters, scenes, expressions, or movements in the image, they are all smooth and flawless.

This scene really made Voldemort's heart tremble, and a desire grew wildly in his mind. That was eternal life... But the Dark Lord was the Dark Lord after all, and he quickly regained his composure and said in an almost teasing tone: "It looks similar, but I don't believe that your blood pool will have no side effects." Voldemort questioned. He knew that everything in the world has a price, and such a magical blood pool must have hidden risks or limitations.

Alger smiled and nodded, as if he had expected Voldemort's reaction.

"Of course there will be some side effects." He said frankly, "When you are baptized in the blood pool, the upper limit of your magic power is fixed. This is also the reason why you see that our appearances are a bit older. Who would choose baptism when there is still room for improvement in their strength?"

"So, if I join you, I can also be baptized in this pool of blood when I am old?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course! As long as you are willing to become one of us, the power of the blood pool will be at your disposal. Even as time passes, you will still be able to maintain your youthful vitality... So, do you want to join us?" Alger smiled with determination, a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, Voldemort was really tempted. If he could accept the baptism of this blood pool, combined with the Horcrux, wouldn't he really be immortal? This tempting idea made him fall into deep thought.

However, fate always seemed to like playing jokes. Just as Voldemort was immersed in his wonderful idea, an accident happened. A chain that bound the bloodletting wizard suddenly broke, and the wizard who had already lost consciousness fell straight into the golden blood pool.

"No!" Alger roared in horror, his face instantly turning pale. The next moment, he ran towards the blood pool in panic, trying to prevent some disaster from happening. But unfortunately, it was too late.

At the moment when the corpse fell into the golden blood pool, the originally calm blood pool water began to bubble. Then, hideous golden liquid figures emerged from the blood pool, stirring and rolling frantically, making deafening roars like wild beasts that had lost their minds...

"Alger! How dare you use a filthy corpse to pollute the Holy Pond! You deserve to die!"

"Asshole, it's really sad for us Red Robes to have a successor like you."

"How dare you blaspheme us? I'm waiting for you to use up your last two chances and come down to accompany us!"

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"I will tear you to pieces, Alger! Drag this ugly corpse out now! I'm about to vomit because of the disgust!"

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Hysterical screams pierced Alger's eardrums like sharp arrows. At this moment, his face was extremely ugly. However, he ignored the curses and locked his cold eyes on Voldemort. He knew in his heart that today might not end peacefully...

As expected, after watching such a big show, Voldemort raised his lips slightly, revealing an extremely mocking smile: "Alger, is this what you call eternal life?"

"Dark Lord, this is fate." Alger pursed his lips tightly, and the smile on his face had long disappeared: "Having lived so much longer than others, shouldn't I pay a little price?"

“Hehe, so the so-called small price is to trap your soul in this pool of blood forever, and be taken advantage of without dignity?” Voldemort did not give them the slightest bit of face and directly pointed out the biggest embarrassment.

“I didn’t expect that your thinking is still so superficial.” Alger’s expression became even colder, even a little ferocious. “Compared to a short life and falling into the dust after death, this kind of eternal life is already transcendent.”

"Haha, is this what you really think? It's really hard to imagine that with a mentality like yours, you can actually become a strong man." Voldemort's tone became even more disdainful: "Just now I heard someone shouting, it seems that if you have two more chances, you will be the same as those guys. What do you think? Are you scared?" His eyes were like knives, piercing deep into Alger's heart.

Alger shuddered visibly. Voldemort's words had obviously touched his sore spot. But the next moment, he completely exploded: "Don't say those nonsense. I can tell you clearly that if you don't join the organization today, you will never be able to leave here."

As soon as he finished speaking, three figures suddenly walked out from various hidden places in the cave. Yes, it was the other three red robes. Russell and Eden all appeared, but there was still a red robe that Yang Tian had never seen before. In a blink of an eye, the four red robes surrounded Voldemort from different directions. The entrance of the cave was silently surrounded by more than 200 blue and purple robes. It seemed that the Dark Lord could not escape...

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and it seemed that a fight could break out at any time. But Voldemort didn't seem to panic at all. He sneered and said, "In fact, I had expected you to do this, but I still overestimated you. You brought me to this place that is as vital as my life. Are you too confident or too stupid?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and his body dissipated like black mist and flew up, but his target was not outside the cave, but directly at the golden blood pool in the center.

"Not good!" Algie was obviously the one who reacted the fastest. He shouted loudly, and his wand was involuntarily pointed at the black fog. But unfortunately, everything was in vain. Voldemort's unique flying spell could not lock on him at all. He was like a ghost, flying freely in the air, making it impossible to start.

Moreover, Voldemort's wand was never idle. Terrifying green rays of light shot out from the tip of the wand, like arrows of death, mercilessly hitting the stone pillars that bound the bleeding wizards. Each of these Avada Kedavra curses carried fatal power, causing the stone pillars to collapse in an instant. The bodies of the wizards tied to the stone pillars fell into the golden blood pool below, splashing a golden wave...