Worst!!!

Voldemort was urging Aven's curse, and in a matter of seconds, he would die. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the blood flows, the black serpentine path goes straight upwards.

In addition to the piercing pain, Aven felt that the power, magic, and life force in his body were rapidly dissipating, and the cursed power was rapidly devouring.

He reluctantly cast another spell at Voldemort, and lowered his wand in despair.

Aven's body grew heavier and heavier, and he couldn't even open his eyelids.

"Fools who do not measure themselves, meet death under my curse!" Voldemort roared viciously, "I will regain my strength and return again!"

Under Aven's previous attack, the vampire body beneath Voldemort was in tatters.

Like a corpse, he struggled to get closer to Aven.

But he was so badly injured that he only took two steps before immediately falling to the ground.

Voldemort let out an impatient, shrill growl, and he flew straight out of the body, charging at Evan like a black ghost.

Black smoke filled the entire chamber, billowing with a terrifying majesty.

In contact with Voldemort, Evan felt as if he had fallen into the cold and black water.

He kept falling, falling into the dark place where there was no light.

The power of the curse grew stronger, wreaking havoc in Aven's body, devouring magic, devouring light, devouring hope, devouring everything it could touch.

Evan even hallucinated in his head, hearing someone keep calling his name.

Just as he was already in despair, the Philosopher's Stone suddenly flew out of the Slytherin locket hanging from his chest.

It floated on Aven's chest, glowing a soft red glow that dispelled Voldemort's power.

Under the effect of a warm magic, the power of the curse on Aven's body quickly faded.

The black smoke of mana was kept out by a soft glow, and Voldemort spun around Aven quickly, greedily watching the philosopher's stone floating on his chest.

He could feel that there was a huge amount of magic in it.

This was exactly the power he had dreamed of needing, and he wanted it, but now he was left with nothing but shadow and steam, and he couldn't do anything without the help of the entity.

"Keresis, help me get the Philosopher's Stone!" Voldemort screamed, "help me get it, and don't forget our agreement!"

Keresis hesitated for a moment before he said softly, "As you wish!"

He walked over to Aven, who had fallen to the ground, ready to take the Philosopher's Stone from his chest.

But before he could act, the chamber began to shake rapidly, and the entire space shook violently, and large, large rocks fell from above.

The magic in the air is completely out of control, and the evil god will finally descend.

There was a thud, and the green magic barrier finally shattered.

The magic left behind by the Fallen Ponies in this temple has been broken, and they have been restored from their bones to their former bodies, and the air is filled with an ancient, evil aura.

Keresis paused, frowning at the altar in the center of the chamber.

"I feel ominous......," he said softly, raising his wand.

"Welcome to destruction!" seemed to answer him, and a cold voice sounded abruptly.

It seemed to be a signal, and as soon as the words fell, the bodies of the Fallen Centaurs around the altar began to change rapidly.

Their skin bulged irregularly, as if something was about to burst out of the chrysalis.

Click, click, click......

Strange voices linger in the secret room, making people's scalps tingle.

In the middle of a breath, the centaur who had just regained his flesh and blood turned into a terrifying monster.

With all his strength, Aven raised his head slightly, and saw many of the monsters he had seen in the Moon Temple illusion before.

It's a strange creature that resembles a mix of fungi and insect bodies, and its head is oval.

They hum and quickly pounce on the overwhelmed vampire.

Behind them, there are many monsters that Aven has only seen on the old murals of the Fallen Centaurs, and whose appearance is even more terrifying.

The monster's massive body twisted and let out a terrifying roar.

The monster's feet were two and a half feet long and had terrifying hooked claws.

Just when Evan thought he saw it all, another foot appeared in front of him.

Next, a large arm covered in soft black fur appeared, which split into two branches at the tip, each of which resembled a claw.

Followed by two glowing pink eyes. The giant monster that had just woken up, its head the size of a barrel wobbly revealed.

The two eyes protrude up to two inches each on either side of the head, protected by coarse hairs and bone. The most terrifying thing about the skull was its massive mouth: the mouth grew not horizontally, but vertically, full of huge yellow teeth that cracked from the top of the head to the bottom.

In the black smoke of Voldemort's fabrication, it looked even more terrifying.

The vampires were in disarray, and the sounds of curses and screams, as well as Voldemort's curses and monsters' roars, overlapped in everything, filling the chambers deep underground.

Aven's headache was terrible, he had the illusion that almost instantly, the room was a horrible hell.

Now, no one cares about him, and the vampire nobles are fighting monsters.

Only Voldemort was still circling Aven, hoping to break through the already weak defenses and kill Aven to get the Philosopher's Stone.

However, he couldn't break through the barrier of the Philosopher's Stone Light Mist.

After a few seconds, Evan felt himself slowly moving, and he saw two terrible gray monsters with wrinkles coming out of the ground.

They clamped Evan's legs and dragged him toward the altar.

There, the remaining half of the Philosopher's Stone shimmered red, reflecting on the statue of the evil god.

They are ready to sacrifice themselves to the evil gods as the best.

"Stop them, stop them!" Voldemort roared, "Kereceis, kill that boy and bring me the Philosopher's Stone!"

But it was too late, and there were countless monsters between Evan and the vampires.

"Come, destruction, humanity!" echoed the whisper of the evil god, "soon, it will be over, your humble courage will soon be gone, close your eyes and sleep forever, my people will devour your rotting bodies." ”

The aura of the evil god became stronger and stronger, and only the body descended into the real world.

"No!" Voldemort screamed, black mist billowing.

It was like a rushing river, struck at Aven, and instantly shattered the two unspeakable monsters that were not protected by the magic stone light mist on his legs into powder.

In order to fight for Aven's Philosopher's Stone, the evil god and Voldemort, the two of them are fighting each other. (To be continued.) )