Chapter 645: The Weak Demon King

Chapter 645 The Weak Demon King

When the same principle is applied to oneself, it is the shadow shuttle that comes and goes freely in the dark. When used on weapons, this is a sure-shot 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 locks the dark shadow of Riddle's existence. Once it is stabbed, there is nowhere to hide.

"If you stop there."

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

"Don't even think about getting rid of me like this."

Riddle cried frantically, and the thick blackness spread from his body toward the surroundings again, like a distorted light and shadow, like a picture scroll with splashed ink.

The dark space with claws and claws spread rapidly around Riddle.

It was as dark as thick ink, like a turbulent water surface, like a mass of ink, spreading around his body.

He let out a piercing shriek, a shrill whistling sound that contained terrifying magic. Under the terrifying scream, accompanied by a creepy sound, the dark thick ink was quickly shaken by the sound.

The dark thick ink, under the vibration of the sound waves, the dense black dots keep beating, like a school of fish caught by a fishing net.

Drops of ink were separated, forming dense raindrops all over Riddle's body, covering the entire space. Terrifying raindrops and cracks continue to spread around!

"Dark funeral!"

The spear of darkness stabbed out instantly.

In the next instant, a silver shield blocked the front of the spear of darkness.

The dark spear pierced through the silver shield as though it were water, without the slightest slowdown. In an instant, the silver shield shattered.

After piercing the silver shield, the dark spear did not slow down, and quickly stabbed into the dark space around Riddle.

After entering the space densely covered with black raindrops, the speed of the dark spear finally slowed down.

Like stabbing into the silt, like a slowed-down camera, the dark spear stabs toward Riddle bit by bit.

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Those dark raindrops, those little thick inks, like piranhas smelling blood, swarmed towards the dark spear. The dark ink dots, like moths fighting fire, mantises blocking cars, rushed towards the dark spear recklessly.

Riddle did not change in the slightest. He tried his best to send out the craziest shrill screams. The terrible sound was like the call of death, directing those thick ink piranhas to rush towards the spear of darkness one after another.

Wave after wave of forward and successive waves, wave after wave of sniping, the speed of the spear of darkness slowed down.

More black fish swarmed, and more thick ink moths came one after another, endlessly.

The dark spear shrunk as it collided with Riddle's magic, and the dark space around Riddle also shrunk.

The dreadful spear shrank into a sharp arrow, then into a thorn, and finally into a long needle.

The spreading dark space kept shrinking under the attack, the dark space retreated to Riddle's body, then back to Riddle's body, slowly faded from Riddle's body, and completely dissipated.

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

After a stalemate, he had no strength to resist the last attack, and the terrifying dark needle pierced his heart.

"Bang!"

Riddle mustered his last strength, and turned into a mass of pitch black again, covering the entire length of the pitch-black needle.

The twisted figure was repeatedly entangled with the power of darkness, slowly swallowing the last attack completely.

After a while, he fell to the ground, his transparent figure constantly undulating.

"Hahahahaha!"

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

"It's really ugly to be weak." George said with emotion, "Especially your strength, you can't support your ambitions at all. I can't understand, where do you have the courage to conquer the magic world? to conquer the world."

He looked at Riddle contemptuously, and said maliciously, "I remember you were born in a Muggle orphanage. Perhaps your greatest ambition in life is to bully those orphans at will?"

"With your IQ, you shouldn't understand that your weak strength is not worth mentioning in the face of modern weapons." George sneered.

Riddle said indifferently, "You are stronger than me, so you are naturally qualified to say this. But I am stronger than others, and of course I can make others kneel. The world is such a simple truth."

In the face of the strong, he naturally knows his position. But if the other party thinks that a mere psychological offensive can make him surrender and change his mind, then he is wrong.

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

George asked curiously, "Once you force other people to kneel before you, those who submit to you are like dogs, and they will never be able to stand by your side for eternity. You don't want to communicate with these dog-like people, you Wouldn't it be boring at all?"

This is what he is curious about. Could the pleasure of oppressing others really replace all communication. Can you really be happy all the time by stepping on other people aloofly?

"Hahahahahaha!"

Riddle laughed wildly, and he looked at George in disbelief. He looked at this strangely powerful, yet unbelievably naive wizard in front of him.

"I almost forgot, you are only sixteen years old, and you were born into a family full of false happiness."

Riddle said disapprovingly, "Why do you think that other people will be bored and need to communicate with others? Just because you were born in a family that is friendly and polite to each other?"

He said contemptuously, "What's wrong with a dog? Throw a bone and it'll wag its tail. You always need a little alms, and they'll kill other people for you. Dogs will never resist, and they will never be able to. Is it not good enough to rebel against you?"

It seems to be because, in the face of the huge gap in strength, he feels the weakness of being unable to resist. The advantage in words finally allowed him to regain some confidence.

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

"In their eyes, you are an omnipotent god. You only need to reach out and they will bite you. You only need to open your mouth and they will kneel down and lick your robe."