Chapter 397: Being Possessed

Jafar and Barbarossa were both subordinates of Herbo, so they naturally had no objection to Herbo's plan.

Voldemort and Morgan looked at each other, and they naturally had some opinions in their hearts - after all, this great cleansing plan was too horrifying, and the practice of eliminating the global population was too cruel, and it could not be done without a person of great courage. It's not that Voldemort is a good person, but his style has always been to create terror to make others afraid of him. He has never thought of directly and brutally eliminating all people in one go.

However, Herbo has said so much, and the current atmosphere does not allow them to have any objections, so they can only nod silently.

"Then it's settled," Herbo's face suddenly became weird, and he showed a gloomy smile and said, "I have another good news to tell you..."

Morgan and Voldemort kept silent tacitly.

Barbarossa was about to speak, but he took it back when he reached his lips.

Jafar had no choice but to ask, "Master, what's the good news?"

"Hehehe," Helbo smiled evilly, with a strange edge flashing in his eyes, "Slytherin has sealed me for nearly a thousand years, and I have found a way to unlock the seal..."

"Really?" Jafar showed a surprised expression on his face and said loudly, "Great, Master, congratulations on your escape. I am curious, what method can be used to unlock the Eight Snakes Seal?"

"The method is..." Helbo's eyes suddenly burst into an amazing red light, "Kill you, do it!"

Voldemort didn't know what happened yet, Morgan and Barbarossa had already cast magic at the same time to hit Jafar, making Jafar unable to move.

Jafar was not a fool, he shouted hysterically: "Master, what do you mean by this? What do you mean?"

For a dying person, Helbo was even too lazy to talk to him.

In the dark stone chamber, the fluctuations of magic power invaded all directions like a tide, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and oppression. Helpo, whose body was bound by eight large snakes, opened his mouth in a startling way. The translucent spirit broke free from the rotten body and emerged from the mouth, like a greedy venomous snake, winding towards Jafar who was kneeling on the ground.

Jafar gritted his teeth, and the anger and despair in his chest were intertwined like a raging fire. He had sworn allegiance to Helpo countless times, willing to burn his life for him, but at this moment, he finally understood the end of this loyalty.

"I, Jafar, have worked diligently to build Cobra to its current glory. I have fought for the great cause of the Knights of Walpurgis all my life and sacrificed my life!" His voice was mixed with pain and betrayal, and tears in his eyes flashed in the darkness. "Master, you want to kill me, but you don't even want to say a word to me?"

"Loyalty is never an equal transaction." Helpo's voice became impatient, and the spirit suddenly pounced on Jafar. His spell echoed like a dull thunder, and darkness began to invade Jafar's consciousness.

"Don't worry! I will take over everything from you with my heart. Once Cobra falls into my hands, it will only become stronger and move towards the end of dominating the world."

However, at the moment when his consciousness was about to collapse, Jafar's heart surged with boundless hatred. His fists slowly clenched, and a weak spell flowed from his lips: "If this is my fate... then I will never let it go smoothly."

Then Jafar's body suddenly swelled, and purple flames ignited. The fire covered Jafar's old body in a second. He was filled with a sense of betrayal and had fallen into madness. He chose to burn his body with Bo's unique purple fire magic to achieve the goal of destroying both the jade and the stone.

The purple flames in the stone chamber quickly dimmed. Although Jafar's last blow briefly blocked Helbo, it failed to change the outcome. Helbo's translucent spirit turned into a thick black mist, completely enveloping Jafar.

"Struggling is futile, Jafar." Helpo whispered in Jafar's ear with a cold smile, "Your spell is just a firefly, how can it shake the master of the night?"

The black mist continued to penetrate Jafar's skin, like countless tiny poisonous snakes piercing his body. His eyes were wide open, as if he could see the darkness eating away at his soul bit by bit. He gritted his teeth and tried to resist, but his consciousness became more and more blurred, and his body was in pain as if it was torn apart. His hands grasped the ground tightly, his nails deeply embedded in the cracks of the stone, and blood flowed out, but the cold power was gradually depriving him of his autonomy.

"Master... No! Helbo!" Jafar screamed with his last bit of strength, his voice mixed with pleading and anger, "You can't do this... I have done so much for you! I have... sacrificed everything for you!"

"Jafar," Helbo's voice became deeper, like a death elegy, "Because you have done so much for me, it proves your worth. You should feel honored, you will be the vessel to accomplish great things."

As the black fog completely penetrated, Jafar's eyes were gradually covered by deep black. His lips opened and closed weakly, and finally fell into deathly silence. His body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, and slowly stood up like a puppet being controlled.

When he opened his eyes again, the pair of eyes that were once loyal and persistent had been completely replaced by cold evil. The corners of his mouth curled up with a familiar and unfamiliar smile, with Helbo's iconic contempt and arrogance.

"Barbarossa..."

Barbarosa only felt his lips dry and his tongue parched. He knew very well that Jafar was Helbo's Horcrux, and he was a container that could be recycled and fused by Helbo at any time; and he was not much better. He was Jafar's Horcrux. After Jafar was fused, he also became Helbo's new Horcrux.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

"Your subordinate is here," Barbarossa said, and then he quickly handed Helbo a toy that looked like a small doll, with a nail stained with black blood on it, which looked shocking.

"Ah, Jafar's body, the blood power really didn't disappoint me, it has regressed to nearly 80% of its ancestral state," Helbo whispered, raised Jafar's hands, felt this new body, and then he sighed slightly, "It's a pity that this body is too old..."

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"This is a voodoo doll obtained from the South American voodoo cult. It is specially prepared for you, the honorable master. The virgin blood of 108 young girls in their prime is sacrificed and refined in it. It can reverse the age of your body to an astonishing degree," Barbarossa said respectfully.

"Voodoo cult, humph, they only have this voodoo doll... Well, if the Great Purge Plan can succeed, leave them a place on the Ark!" Hailbo said coldly.

"Yes, master."

As Barbarossa pulled out the nails from the voodoo doll, a stream of blood continued to flow out like a spring, pouring on Hailbo.

Hailbo was bathed in it, and his body, dyed blood red, began to emit amazing magic fluctuations.

After more than an hour, the ceremony ended.

Hailbo stood up, twisted his neck gently, looked at his white hands, and laughed creepily.

"Slytherin, see? I'm back. This time, you can't stop me anymore." Helpo said coldly, and then he raised his hand lightly, and the eight-headed snake that was still hissing instantly turned into nothingness, as if it had never existed in this world. (End of this chapter)