Chapter 476 The bloodline was almost lost

Seeing that the snake's head was getting closer and closer to the barrier, and that escape was imminent, the corners of Voldemort's mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

He decided that after escaping, he would find a deserted place to recuperate and think about how to destroy the Menethil family.

In all the years that Voldemort has traversed the world, he has never been so embarrassed as he is today!

Even back then, when he was cold for some reason, he had never been so embarrassed!

‘Zi la~! ’

A familiar sound effect sounded, causing Voldemort to glance at Bell in the air in confusion.

At this moment, Bell was glaring at him with a face filled with shock and anger, completely unable to respond to his unexpected move.

‘So where did the sound come from? ’

Before the thoughts in his mind could finish, Voldemort turned around in horror and looked behind him.

It's an illusion spell!

Bell used illusions to interfere with Voldemort's perception, making him think that the sound was coming from the air.

Penetrating the black fog, his whole body was covered with dazzling thunder and lightning, and his whole body seemed to be made of thunder and lightning. Before Voldemort could raise his wand, Bell gave Voldemort a hard uppercut and hit him on the chin.

"I've noticed a long time ago that you little brat wants to run away!"

Just kidding, if Voldemort had the courage to fight to the death, he would have pulled him to self-destruct long ago.

Anyway, it can still be resurrected, and the limit is exchanged for one, so it’s not a loss no matter what!

"Pfft~!"

A mouthful of old blood, mixed with a few snow-white teeth, was spat out by Voldemort. Like a rocket rising into the sky, he flew quickly towards the motionless 'Bell' in the sky.

In order to deceive Voldemort's perception, Bell kept 60% of his magic power in the clone in the air. Then he erased his own aura and quietly lurked behind Voldemort.

Voldemort, who was still unaware of this, was knocked away by Bell's 'Rising Dragon Fist'. Unable to control his body, he tried his best to reach out his hand and give Bell a strong shake on the ground.

Before it could hit the barrier, the black snake suddenly collapsed, and then transformed into a rapidly rotating black ball with Bell as the center.

‘Finally caught this damn brat! ‘

Voldemort finally let out a bad breath.

This was the first time tonight that he had truly attacked an opponent.

This damn little devil flies too fast! He doesn't have much magic power, and he can't carry out indiscriminate attacks wantonly...

"Varied……"

A chilling sense of crisis suddenly came from behind Voldemort. He tried hard to turn his head, and with the corner of his eye, he saw that the fake 'Bell' body in the sky suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light.

Then, the figure of the fake 'Bell' began to expand, and eventually turned into a huge thunder ball several meters in diameter.

"No--!"

Voldemort struggled to stop himself. But Bell's previous 'Rising Dragon Fist' was too powerful. No matter how hard Voldemort struggled, he still quickly approached the thunder ball and finally fell into it.

Of course, Bell couldn't just let 60% of the magic power dissipate like that.

He converted all the magic power in the clone into thunder and lightning, set the time for the explosion, and was waiting for Voldemort to 'deliver the goods' to his door.

"Dry!"

While Voldemort was submerged in the thunder ball, Bell rolled out of the black ball formed by black mist on the ground in embarrassment.

At this time, Bell's skin seemed to be burnt, and even his favorite short black hair was gone.

After lying on the ground for a while, Bell reluctantly got up with a grin on his face.

"Damn it, Ge! You are so cruel!"

Looking at the looming black figure in the thunder ball, Bell cursed unhappily as he struck harder.

He really didn't expect that in that situation, Voldemort could control the black mist on the ground and give him a hard blow.

Fortunately, he had enough defensive accessories, otherwise even if he was not corroded into a puddle of thick water by the black mist, he would still be electrocuted into a pile of coke by his own lightning.

‘Breathe~blow~! ’

With his eyes slightly closed, Bell took a deep breath and adjusted himself.

Then, he slowly raised his wand.

The wand, which was originally as light as nothing, now seemed to be heavier than anything.

‘The flame of immortality! ’

There was a trace of bright red flames in the darkness, spraying out from the tip of Bell's wand, transforming into the form of a divine dragon, and flying towards the thunder ball in the air at high speed.

This was the first time Bell used the Eternal Flame in actual combat. Unexpectedly, the first target to be burned would be a figure of Voldemort's level. This makes him embarrassed to use this magic spell to deal with miscellaneous fish in the future.

Although there is no need to use the Eternal Flame to deal with miscellaneous fish...

Under Bell's control, the magic power that formed the thunderball was swallowed by the immortal flames without any resistance. Soon, the blue and white thunderball turned into a black and red fireball.

The fireball burned quietly, as if it was burning out all light and sound.

One minute passed, and Bell bared his teeth.

Isn't this Lao Fu too forbidden to burn? We have been forced to this point, but we can still hold on for such a long time! ?

If Lao Fu continues to hold on like this, he will almost be unable to hold on!

Raising his left hand and holding it on the wrist of his right hand, Bell tried to suppress the trembling of the wand in his hand.

At this time, he was pointing his wand at the fireball in the air, controlling it to stay in the air.

If at the final moment when the situation was decided, Voldemort suddenly rushed towards him with his whole body covered in flames, saying that he could not bear to leave him and wanted to take him to hell with him, then he would really cry to death in the eighteenth level of hell. The lowest level.

He doesn't want to end up in hell with a greasy middle-aged and elderly man!

Not to mention, this middle-aged and elderly man is a shockingly ugly noseless monster!

Just when Bell was thinking about whether he should throw a few magic props over and use them as firewood, Huangtian finally paid off and the fireball began to shrink slowly.

When the last ray of fire dissipated into the night, Bell sat down on the ground and gasped for air.

"Master! Are you okay!?"

Seeing the battle come to an end, Sebas immediately rushed over.

"Don't worry, you won't die yet."

Grinning, Bell showed an ugly smile.

"Master, that mysterious... that Voldemort, is he dead?"

Sebas looked in amazement at his young master who was already lying on the ground without even having the strength to sit up.

Although my young master was in an awkward state at the moment, his skin was scorched black, and even his teeth were covered with a layer of black ash. Only with the light of the fluorescent spell could he barely see those bright eyes that seemed to be floating in the air.

But this did not affect Sebas's admiration at all.

You know, that's Voldemort!

Even though Voldemort is still in the weak state of just being resurrected, that is that Voldemort!

Not to mention fighting with him, how many wizards in the UK can be found who have the courage to stand in front of the other party?