Chapter 242 Chaos and Anti-Entropy (Pseudo)
"Hey, hehehehe, Prewett." Voldemort smiled foolishly.
He reached out and grabbed Aiden's robe, ready to do something that Persimmon didn't allow.
"I think it's too early for me to do that, Mr. Voldemort.....Oh no, ma'am!"
A young boy's voice, as peaceful and refreshing as a spring, came from behind Voldemort.
A few people turned around and saw a boy with silver dragon horns and heterochromatic pupils standing behind them.
"This...how is this possible!" Peter shouted immediately.
"You avoided Avada, no, this is not you at all!" Ms. Voldemort also reacted.
She waved her right hand, and the 'corpse' on the ground turned into mud and crumbled away.
"Then, ma'am, follow the ancient etiquette of our wizards." Aiden bowed to her.
"No, you also replaced the bones!" Voldemort figured something out.
"You damn...Avada Kendava." A green ray flew out.
Aiden took a step forward and turned into a butterfly and dissipated. A snap of fingers echoed around him, "Mind deprivation."
Voldemort was affected by Aiden's ability, and the green beam of light shook and then dissipated.
"The ability to attack the mind is great, but unfortunately my mind is already filled with chaos."
Voldemort laughed and turned into black smoke to catch up with Aiden.
The white particles and black smoke collided several times in the air.
The black smoke was clearly falling to the downwind, and then Voldemort landed on the ground, revealing his original form.
"Kill him!" she ordered the Death Eaters around her.
"Psychic storm."
The white mist stabilized in the air, and a gray-white dragon with mysterious runes on its body emerged from the white mist.
In the ocean of collective subconsciousness, a storm arose because of the manipulator's orders.
A few poor Death Eaters, their islands of consciousness were obviously not as tough as Voldemort's.
The moment he encountered the storm, his mental defenses were broken and he fell to the ground twitching.
"Avada Kendava." Voldemort cast the Killing Curse at Aiden without giving up.
The giant dragon in the sky turned into a white butterfly and disappeared again, and a few butterflies resolutely greeted the green light.
The collision between the spells exploded into golden particles, and the Avatar and the Patronus canceled each other out.
"What kind of spell is this?" Voldemort asked.
A group of white butterflies descended to the ground and gathered together, and Aiden walked out from among them.
"You can never touch the power of love." Aiden raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, it's just a false power. Magic is the power of force. Only chaos is eternal. The so-called love is nothing but a flower in the water and a moon in the mirror."
Voldemort raised his wand, the Fiendfyre burned, and a giant snake made of fire opened its bloody mouth towards Aiden.
Aiden used the wand as a pipe, took a deep breath, and the fierce fire that was also exhaled from his red lips came out along with the breath of his mind.
The dark blue flames formed into a magic dragon and pounced towards the giant snake.
The two behemoths tore at each other in the air, and the sparks from the explosion ignited Riddle's grave.
As the two sides were fighting, Voldemort wanted to launch a sneak attack on Aiden.
He Apparated behind Aiden without a wand, his wand glowing green.
"Double casting, a brilliant technique." Aiden praised.
Then, he clenched his fists, combining the speed of a Sequence Four steam locomotive with the mighty power of a dragon.
'Belly Punch' Aiden punched Voldemort in the belly.
In slow motion, Voldemort was hammered to the point of spitting out bile, then flew out and completely smashed old Riddle's tombstone.
"This punch is for my parents." Aiden blew into his fist.
Then Aiden raised his wand and used the Silent Order to extinguish the fierce fire around him.
"Hahaha, do you think you won, Aiden Prewett?" Ms. Voldemort fell into the rubble and laughed.
It seems that the magical biological transformation she has performed on herself over the years has greatly improved her physical fitness.
This also prevented her from being punished by Aiden's iron fist in the first place.
"You are great. Join us and rule the world together. I am willing to share the world with you.
I can even let you become my husband. With our bloodline, we will definitely be able to give birth to the strongest offspring."
Voldemort used a spell to help himself up from the rubble and reached out his hand to Aiden.
"Sorry, I don't like sixty-year-old aunties." Aiden refused decisively.
"Oh, too young. It's a pity that another genius is being strangled on the road to growth, just like your father."
Voldemort waved his hand, and a strange alchemical ritual began in Riddle Manor.
Without any sacrifice or preparation, she simply relied on her own compatibility to pull the power of the King of the Deep Realm out of the Deep Realm.
"Look, I tamed those guys just like my ancestors did. You can't stand against me. Do you understand, Prewitt?"
The alchemical matrix under his feet kept running, and the power of chaos, the Lord of the Deep, continuously entered Voldemort's body.
He repaired her torn clothes and healed her wounds.
Then, Voldemort raised his right hand, and something around him seemed to have changed.
Aiden could feel that all order was disappearing, including time, space, and the materials needed to maintain human existence.
Everything is returning to its original state.
"Feel my power, Anti-Genesis."
It was at this moment that Aiden projected the Bone Church onto the ground for the first time.
Things around began to stabilize, the power of anti-entropy stabilized time, and the power of the Church of Bones held onto matter.
"What? You too!" Voldemort's smug expression disappeared in an instant.
"My God, how could he be killed by the Avatar when he could do such a thing?" Aiden complained silently.
"According to the data, he can only do this in the area covered by the alchemy matrix." The system reminded.
"No wonder." Aiden had a solution in mind.
"You are also the one who tamed the King of the Deep! It's you again, why do you always come to stop me!" Voldemort was a little crazy.
"Are there always a lot of people like this?" Aiden tried to cast a spell at Voldemort.
Voldemort raised his hand and waved it, and the spell was restored to its original power.
"Hmph, you, Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald, and your mother!" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.
"?" Aiden was startled and revealed a flaw.
Voldemort seized the opportunity and raised his hand. An invisible force penetrated Aiden's chest, and a big hole appeared.
A small dial appeared in Aiden's golden pupils, the pointer moved back, and an intact Aiden appeared again.
"Damn it!" Voldemort cursed.
"That's great, Senior Tom." Aiden confronted Voldemort again.
"But, Senior, I have almost finished analyzing your weaknesses."
Aiden stretched out his hand in the air and a long white staff appeared in his hand.
He pointed his staff at a node in the void, and the manipulator's mental storm was condensed.
At the same time, purple lightning was condensing at the top of the staff.
"Judrasium"
Purple lightning, wrapped in invisible gale, roared into the sky.
There was a "crack" sound of something breaking, and the key node of the entire alchemy matrix was killed.
The power of the King of the Deep is running wild, and the remaining matrix can no longer suppress the power of chaos.
"Goodbye, Senior Tom." Aiden turned around and used dream travel to leave.
"You!" Voldemort looked at Aiden angrily as he left.
He used magic to pick up the Death Eater on the ground and Apparated away.
With a "bang", a violent explosion occurred, purple flames shot straight into the sky, and dazzling white light cleared everything around.
Fortunately, because of the murder incident fifty years ago, this place has become a wilderness.
(Thanks to Frank who was imprisoned for murder fifty years ago, and by the way, commemorates this Muggle old man who fought against Voldemort both during his lifetime and after his death.)
A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and strange smoke and dust continued to fall from the sky.
