Chapter 465 The Great Terror in Memory

"Ah~! Ah~! Ah~!" Hysterical roars echoed in the blood pool, and those hideous golden figures once again scurried wildly over the blood pool. But this time, their curses no longer seemed to have logical logic. Endless fear and unknown despair filled the shouts.

This scene also confused Voldemort, but before he could figure out the reason, the facts had already given him the answer...

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" A soul-shaking roar came from deep underground, exploding throughout the cave. The sound was like a sleeping beast suddenly waking up; it was also like the most shrill roar in the abyss of hell...

Almost instantly, the faces of the people present changed, and several in red robes rushed to shout, "Quick! Bleed, bleed!" As the words fell, those in blue and purple robes who were originally blocking the entrance of the cave quickly took action and rushed to the edge of the blood pool.

They waved their wands without hesitation and cast the cutting spell. Slashes of blood flowed from their wrists and dripped into the pool of blood.

However, this alone seemed far from enough. Alji acted decisively and ordered loudly: "Eden, go and bring a batch of fresh materials, one hundred people first! This shock is not trivial, and we need to calm it down as soon as possible."

Eden looked at Voldemort with hatred, then turned and rushed towards the depths of the cave.

Faced with such a perfect opportunity, how could Voldemort let it go easily? He waved his wand gently and tried to cast the flying spell again to escape from the scene.

But unfortunately, Alger, Russell and the other red-robed wizard were not just for show. They reacted quickly, and a powerful spell was launched, and they soon fought with Voldemort.

Although Voldemort was very powerful, he was somewhat powerless in the face of the siege of three red-robed wizards. He wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but the three of them pressed him step by step, making it difficult for him to break through the siege. The reason why he was able to cause them so much trouble before was mostly due to his unexpected sneak attacks.

Seeing that he was entangled again and could not get away easily this time, a trace of determination flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

He waved his wand, and the relatively young Dark Lord withstood three attacks from the red-robed wizards. He took the opportunity to attack quickly and killed four or five blue-robed wizards who were injecting blood into the blood pool. The bodies of these blue-robed wizards fell powerlessly into the blood pool.

"No! No! No! You bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Alger's face showed an extremely distorted expression, and his angry roar resounded throughout the cave. A gray spell came out from his wand, and flew towards Voldemort as sharp as a blade. The next moment, the spell hit Voldemort's body accurately, and a deep scratch extending from the chest to the lower abdomen was clearly visible. At the same time, the other two spells also hit Voldemort's body firmly, leaving two bloody black holes.

But at this moment, a soul-shaking roar came from deep underground again, and then a loud "boom" sound kept approaching, as if some great terror was about to break out of the ground at any time.

At this moment, the three red robes finally panicked. They waved their wands in panic, and the magic spell instantly cut off the heads of the nine purple robes. Scarlet blood spurted out and fell directly into the blood pool. This was just the beginning. More blue and purple robes became victims of the red robes' crazy massacre, and their blood continued to flow into the blood pool...

Voldemort, who was already seriously injured, naturally would not miss this golden opportunity to escape. Almost instantly, he cast a flying spell and disappeared without a trace like a ghost...

Next, it was the memory fragment that Yang Tian was familiar with.

In the dark and damp cave, the seriously injured Voldemort was sitting weakly against the cave wall. He seemed to be in a very good mood, with an elusive smile on his lips. Although he was seriously injured, he still pretended to be elegant and arranged his blood-stained wizard robes.

“Hehehe… immortality? It’s not that easy!” Voldemort murmured in a low voice, “I really don’t know how much these idiots are willing to pay in exchange for this so-called ‘eternal life’, and I don’t know how long they can last doing this… Do they really think that I am as stupid as they are? Hehehehe…”

The Dark Lord coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then muttered to himself again: "You still want me to join them? How ridiculous! But it's okay, with this handle in hand, let's see if they dare to be so arrogant in the future... When I recover my strength, I must make them all my vassals and use them for my own purposes..."

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That's right, the whole incident was completely connected to form a closed loop. Yang Tian also instantly constructed the full picture of the mysterious organization of Sarok. Whether it was red robes, blue robes, purple robes, green robes, or black robes... they together formed this pyramid of power.

This organization may have already infiltrated various countries, but its core purpose is only one - to plunder resources. No matter where they are, as long as there is profit to be made, Sarok will not hesitate to take action. They are like ghosts hiding in the dark, quietly stealing the wealth or secrets of the magic world in various countries.

However, for Yang Tian, ​​what worried him the most was the golden blood pool. Although Voldemort's memory showed that this blood pool seemed to need the blood of wizards to nourish it, who knew whether this blood pool needed other materials or treasures to be sacrificed?

Especially the earth-shattering roar from deep underground, even the red robes felt extremely terrified. Although they didn't know what it was, it was obviously much more complicated than they imagined! And those golden blood figures trapped in the blood pool, were they really souls? Or something else?

Could it be that the Sarok organization exists only to feed this strange golden blood pool, or even the great terror deep underground? Once this idea was proposed, it was like a seed that took root deeply in his heart and could never be moved away...

But when Yang Tian was still reading more fresh memories in his mind, Voldemort seemed to have finally suppressed his pain and gradually recovered some ability to communicate...