readx;? Chapter 645: The Weak Demon King

The same principle, when applied to oneself, is the shuttle of shadows that come and go freely in the dark. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 When the info?八?一 Chinese w1 is used on the weapon, this side is a must-hit spear that can be pierced from the shadows.

As George said, this is a 'dark funeral' specially created for Riddle's special physique, this dark spear, locking the dark shadow of Riddle's existence, once pierced, there is nowhere to hide.

"If you stop there. ”

George's arm trembled slightly, and he said slowly, "Then, everything about you will come to an end today." ”

"Don't want to get rid of me like that. ”

Riddle shouted frantically, and the darkness of thick ink spread from his body to all sides again, like a distorted light and shadow, like a splash of ink.

The dark space of teeth and claws quickly unfolded around Riddle's body.

The ink-like blackness, like a concussive surface of water, like a cloud of ink, spread around him.

He let out a piercing scream, a shrill whistle that contained terrifying magic. Under the terrifying scream, accompanied by a creepy sound, those pitch-black thick inks were quickly vibrated by the sound.

The dark ink, under the vibration of the sound waves, the dense black dots are constantly beating, like a school of fish caught in a fishing net.

Drops of ink are separated, forming dense raindrops around Riddle's body, densely covering the entire space. Terrifying raindrops and rifts continue to spread around!

"Dark Funeral!"

The Spear of Darkness stabbed out in an instant.

In the next moment, a silver shield stood in front of the Dark Spear.

The Dark Spear passed through the silver shield as if it were through the water, without the slightest abation. In an instant, the silver shield shattered.

After piercing the silver shield, the Dark Spear pierced into the dark space around Riddle with great speed.

After entering the dense space of black raindrops, the degree of the Dark Spear finally slowed down.

It was like stabbing into the mud, like a slowed shot, and little by little, the dark spear stabbed towards Riddle.

Those dark raindrops, those dots of thick ink, like piranhas smelling blood, swarmed towards the dark spear. The pitch-black ink spots, like moths to the flames, praying mantis blocking the car, desperately rushed towards the dark spear.

Riddle didn't change in the slightest, he tried his best to let out the craziest piercing screams, and the terrifying sound was like a call to death, directing the thick ink piranhas, rushing towards the Dark Spear one after another.

Wave after wave of sniping, wave after wave of sniping, the degree of the dark spear slowed down.

More black fish swarmed, and more ink moths followed.

The Dark Spear shrank smaller and smaller in the collision with Riddle's magic, and the dark space around Riddle shrank smaller and smaller.

The terrible spear shrunk into sharp arrows, then into thin thorns, and finally into long needles.

The spreading dark space continued to retract under the attack, and the dark space retreated to Riddle's body, and then to Riddle's body, slowly fading away from Riddle's body, and completely dissipating.

By the end, the dark magic around Riddle had dissipated, and his figure had become more and more transparent, more and more hazy, looming.

After a stalemate, he had no strength to fend off the final attack, and the terrible black needle stabbed him in the heart.

"Bang!"

Riddle summoned the last of his strength, and once again turned into a pitch black, the whole covered by the long pitch-black needle.

The twisted figure entwined with the power of darkness repeatedly, slowly engulfing the final attack.

A moment later, he fell to the ground, his transparent figure undulating.

"Hahaha!"

Riddle smiled weakly, his voice was desolate and lonely, he didn't expect that after so many years, he would still encounter such a powerless and weak situation.

"It's ugly to be weak. George said with emotion, "Your strength, in particular, cannot support your ambition at all." I can't even understand where a weak person like you got the courage to conquer the wizarding world and the whole world. ”

He looked at Riddle with contempt and said ill-intentionedly, "I remember you were born in a Muggle orphanage. Maybe your greatest ambition in life is to be free to bully those orphans, right?"

"With your intelligence, you shouldn't be ignorant that your weak strength is not worth mentioning in the face of modern weapons. George scoffed.

Riddle said indifferently, "You are stronger than me, so you are naturally qualified to say so." But I'm stronger than everyone else, and of course I can make other people kneel, and the world is so simple. ”

In the face of the strong, he naturally knows his position. But if the other party thinks that just a psychological offensive can make him give in and make him change his mind, it is very wrong.

"Well, as a wizard who can threaten others with force, you can indeed make people weaker than you kneel, but don't you feel bored?"

George asked curiously, "Once you force others to kneel before you, those who submit to you will be like dogs, and they will never be able to stand with you forever." You wouldn't want to communicate with people like these dogs, wouldn't you be bored at all?"

This is a point he is very curious about, can the pleasure of oppressing others really replace all communication. Is it really possible to be happy all the time when you step on other people?

"Hahahaha!"

Riddle laughed maniacally, and he looked at George incredulously. He looked at the incredibly powerful and imaginative wizard in front of him with strange eyes.

"I almost forgot, you're only sixteen, and you're born into a family full of false happiness. ”

Riddle said disapprovingly, "Why do you think other people are bored and need to communicate with people, just because you were born into a family of kind, polite people?"

He said in a disdainful tone, "What's wrong with a dog? Throw a bone and it will wag its tail and beg for mercy." You will always need a little handout, and they will help you bite other people to death. Isn't that good enough that the dog will never resist and will never be able to resist you?"

It seems that in the face of the huge difference in strength, he feels weak and powerless to resist. The advantage of words finally allowed him to regain some self-confidence.

Riddle gushed, "You have an endless range of advantages when it comes to dogs. Their lowly brains can't understand how powerful you are. ”

"In their eyes, you are an all-powerful god, you just need to stretch out your hand and they will help you bite. As soon as you open your mouth, they will kneel down and lick your robe. ”

(To be continued.) )