Chapter 378 You seem to be trapped in a game where the Dark Lord rules the world!

Voldemort grabbed the dark spear that pierced his chest. He struggled desperately and made a voice mixed with anger and pain: "How dare you...insult the great Dark Lord like this..."

Hearing this, Lin En sneered. He suddenly pulled out the pitch-black spear that penetrated Voldemort's chest, swept it out, and slashed towards Voldemort's throat: "Dark Lord? Haha, the term Dark Lord is outdated, you know. Really, Tom?!"

Voldemort's whole body was pushed back by a sudden rise of black smoke, and he avoided the shot that cut his throat. However, Linn stepped forward, and the dark spear in his hand thrust straight out, directly attacking. Voldemort's right eye went away.

"Smart people are all thinking about how to clear themselves, being controlled by the Imperius Curse, making money transactions, and trying their best to get rid of the identity of a Death Eater..."

Linn said with a cold tone, his stabbing shot was dodged by Voldemort again.

After hearing Linn's words, several of the Death Eaters who were fighting fiercely with the Aurors in the cemetery stopped their movements and raised their heads. There were complicated looks in their eyes under their masks.

Among these Death Eaters, there was a guy with long platinum hair.

Linn did not stop his attack. He seemed to have given up on the original tactics of wand against waves. Instead, he held a wand in one hand and a pitch-black spear in the other.

A divine blade shot out of the air from his wand, and a pitch-black spear followed closely behind, drawn out from bottom to top.

Lynn's cold voice came again: "Only you, Tom Riddle, a product of the love potion between wizards and Muggles, a puppet without emotions, seems to be really used by those extreme pure-blood families, and you are trapped in this It’s in the game where the Dark Lord rules the world!”

Upon hearing Linn's words, both the Death Eaters and Aurors in the cemetery were in an uproar, and the four or five Daily Prophet reporters recorded the scene with flushed faces.

The Death Eaters who had stopped previously and tried to clear their identities showed tangled expressions on their faces before waving their wands and apparating away.

In an instant, there were only less than thirty Death Eaters left out of the dozens.

Voldemort's face was gloomy. Whether it was the name "Tom Riddle" or his life experience as a product of the love potion, it was a past he could not bear to look back on.

He originally thought that these past events would be buried in the long river of time as time goes by, but now, Lin En has nakedly uncovered all of this and exposed it to the world.

"But don't be sad, Tom Riddle, this is not your problem, it's just your era that passed more than ten years ago!"

Linn chuckled and said, the coldness in his tone turned into contempt. He looked down at Voldemort who was constantly retreating under his crazy attack, as if looking at some pitiful reptile.

Feeling the contemptuous gaze from a minor, Voldemort only felt endless humiliation. Even the humiliation of being pressed down and beaten by Dumbledore was far less than the humiliation at this moment!

"I said...enough!"

Endless magic power exploded from Voldemort's body. The sudden explosion forced Linn back dozens of steps. Voldemort roared loudly, his scarlet eyes filled with blood.

It was as if something was burning in Voldemort's body, and it seemed to be Voldemort's life.

However, Voldemort no longer cares about these losses, and he doesn't think he can fall to any worse situation.

die? He has already seen it!

With those Horcruxes around, he was already immortal. Even if he burned out his life, so what? !

He can still be resurrected, and he still has countless opportunities to be resurrected!

And those stupid guys, the idiots who can't defeat death, only have one chance that they can never get back!

Voldemort's momentum was rising again, and the huge fluctuations in magic power even Lin En, a devil-level wizard, had to retreat.

Linn looked mockingly at Voldemort, who was burning his ego in the distance. This method of burning one's own potential in advance may allow the opponent to gain the upper hand in a short time, but it will consume the opponent's future.

However, Voldemort seems to have no future, right? !

"It's just a fight of will! If you can't kill me, everything you do will be in vain!"

Linn said with a chuckle, retreating backwards to avoid the life-killing curses cast by Voldemort in anger.

Each Demon King-level wizard is a unique and strategic being. At the same time, they are also the most difficult to kill beings in the world.

Even an established Demon King-level wizard who has been a Demon King-level wizard for decades or even hundreds of years would find it difficult to kill a new fighter who had just become a Demon King-level wizard in less than an hour.

In a one-on-one duel, the Demon King-level wizard can only be suppressed, but cannot be killed.

Therefore, everything Voldemort did by burning his own life was not to kill Linn at all, but just to suppress Linn and gain the upper hand so that the reputation of "Voldemort was invincible" would no longer be shaken!

Isn't this exactly what Lynn calls a battle of spirits? !

"Blood Sacrifice: The Dark Mark! The bones reappear!"

Voldemort roared, and he opened his wrist forcefully. A wisp of blood flew into the air together with the green light from his wand, and turned into a skull with a venomous snake coming out of its mouth.

Different from the Dark Mark seen that night at the Quidditch World Cup, this Dark Mark was soaked in Voldemort's blood and turned into blood all over the sky, making the entire sky look extremely scarlet and dark!

And under the light of this blood sacrifice: the Dark Mark, the remaining twenty Death Eaters in the cemetery seemed to have been strengthened by some special power. Their eyes were full of blood, and they laughed crazily and waved their hands. With the wands in their hands, their magic level was strengthened several times in just this short moment!

Those ordinary Death Eaters who have not even reached the level of ordinary Aurors now have magical levels that surpass elite Aurors and are comparable to those of Bellatrix and others!

Bellatrix and others, who were already very powerful, have even reached the level of Voldemort, who was previously infinitely close to the Demon King-level wizard!

Seeing this scene, both Lin and Dumbledore had gloomy expressions.

Why can't they see that this is not an ordinary dark mark, but a forbidden technique that can be strengthened by a group? !

Under the illumination of the bloody Dark Mark, the Death Eaters, who had been suppressed by Irina, Irwin and the Aurors, turned against the wind and sounded the clarion call for counterattack!

On the contrary, Irina and others were retreating steadily under the fierce attacks of those Death Eaters. Even if the three ancient magics of Ice Fantasy God, Purgatory Demon Puppet and Thunderbolt were gathered together, they could not resist the surge in strength for a while. The Death Eaters strike back! (End of chapter)