Chapter 425 Allegiance and Death

As the whispers of the evil god intensified, the entire hall began to vibrate slightly.

The closer it is to the real world, the more obvious the symptoms it brings.

The magic power became restless, dirt and dust were shaken down from the cracks in the wall, and the light of the green magic barrier became weaker and weaker, and it might break at any time.

Now, even vampires can hear the whispers of evil gods.

They looked around in panic, with horror written all over their faces.

Facing this ancient and evil unknown creature, no one can remain calm.

Beside Aiwen, Keresis's face was also extremely gloomy.

He stared blankly at an ancient centaur in front of him whose body was being rebuilt by countless flesh and blood. Looking at this evil spell, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The centaur's magic is about to lose its effect, and the power of the monster inside is completely beyond what was originally expected!" He said softly, "We'd better be prepared."

"Don't worry, Keresis!" Voldemort said in a whisper. "I have a way to deal with that thing inside. No matter how powerful it is, its power will eventually be used by me. Before that, we have to entertain you." coming guests."

Voldemort seemed to have some plans, and while everyone was immersed in the shock of the omens brought by the coming of the evil god, he turned a blind eye to it.

A cruel smile appeared on his pale face, and he looked at Ivan with interest.

Ivan didn't know how Voldemort could deal with evil gods, which was really unimaginable.

Perhaps, he mastered some powerful black magic that he didn't know about.

This spell has a restraining effect on evil gods, but looking at Voldemort's shining red eyes, Ivan felt that things were not that simple.

Voldemort stared at Ivan for a long time before slowly saying, "I can feel that you are trying to provoke me! Interesting, I haven't seen a little wizard like you for many years. I have to say, you Much like when I was young."

More than one person has said that Ivan is like Tom Riddle in school days.

They are both very obsessed with magic, and through various efforts, they have achieved unimaginable achievements for wizards of the same age, but there is indeed a fundamental difference between the two.

Ivan asked himself that he would never be able to do those things that Voldemort did.

"Yes, you are courageous, unlike other young wizards," said Voldemort softly. "And I have always admired courage, so I am going to give you a chance. Tell me your name, son?"

"Evan Mason!" Ivan said softly.

He stepped back, watching Voldemort warily.

"Choose, Ivan!" Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "whether to be loyal to the great Voldemort and gain unimaginable power and rights, or continue to believe in Dumbledore and die here in obscurity."

"Where is Dumbledore?" Ivan asked back, without making a choice.

He glanced at the vampires around him, and the dozen or so wands pointed at him.

Under the current circumstances, as long as Voldemort gives an order, he will definitely die.

"Don't expect Dumbledore to save you. I know him better than anyone else, and I know how to lure him into a trap. He is following the traces I left behind, and stay away from this centaur temple!" Voldemort said cruelly, "And my vampire friends left an interesting spell there, and when he cracks it, everything is over."

Ivan suddenly realized, no wonder Dumbledore never showed up.

He didn't know how Voldemort tricked Dumbledore, but judging from the current situation, when he came back, he and Sirius might have already died here.

"Tell me your choice, loyalty or death?!" Voldemort snapped.

"Dumbledore is right, you will never understand, death is not the scariest." Ivan clenched his wand tightly, "I don't see any good choice, and I will never believe that you can do it for yourself like you Immortal would rather give up the monster of my own body! Even if I die, I will fight to the end."

Aiwen gave his own answer, he controlled the magic power, and the light at the end of the wand became brighter and brighter.

"You idiots are like this, you'd rather die than submit, it's really touching!" Voldemort said with a smirk on his evil face, "If that's the case, then give me the Philosopher's Stone you're carrying, and die like this. "

Ivan was taken aback, Voldemort had found the Sorcerer's Stone he was carrying.

"Don't be surprised, even though my strength is very weak now, the moment you came in, I felt the curse I cast on you." Voldemort said in a cold voice, "Yes, I still remember this curse. The year I was about to graduate, I found the Sorcerer's Stone in the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest, but there was a spell left by the damned Gryffindor himself, and I couldn't break it. So, I was there A curse was left on the Philosopher's Stone, so that I could get the Philosopher's Stone in the future."

Ivan stepped back, racking his brains to think about what to do now.

"I didn't expect to see you here, decades later, when I was about to forget about it, what an unexpected surprise!" Voldemort said with a smirk, "No accident, your body That piece of Philosopher's Stone and this one in this temple are a whole. As long as I get it, I can control the monster inside, and the recovery power will become stronger than before. Even Dumbledore will not be my opponent.. ...."

"Don't even think about it!" Ivan shouted.

"Give it to me now!" screamed Voldemort, "and then kneel before me and beg!"

I didn't see any movement from him. Under the action of a sudden powerful force, Ivan's body flew forward quickly, approaching Voldemort.

In front of him, a raging fire suddenly rose from the ground, exuding scorching heat.

Ivan swung his wand at the fastest speed, and a transparent magic barrier appeared beside him, surrounding him like a glass wall.

The moment it passed through the flame, the originally transparent magic barrier was burned red by high temperature.

Then, with a bang, it shattered and dissipated.

Behind the flames, waiting for Ivan was Voldemort with a hideous face.

Looking at Voldemort getting closer, Ivan held his breath.

The wand in his hand emitted several blue lights one after another without stopping.

Boom, boom, boom! ! !

Like a bomb, Ivan's magic exploded beside Voldemort, with a strong impact, causing the secret room to shake violently.

In the thick smoke and dust brought by the explosion, Voldemort screamed, "Karesis, help me catch him! Catch him!"

Keresis turned a deaf ear to Voldemort's orders.

He didn't act, just stood aside and watched with cold eyes.

Seeing that Keresis didn't move, the other vampires didn't move either.

This is a battle between Ivan and Voldemort, and the vampires don't seem to intend to participate.

"You idiots, I'll make you pay!" said Voldemort in a harsh voice.

He controlled the vampire under him to back up, staggering to avoid Ivan's spell.

In the next second, Aiwen felt a piercing pain in his wrist.

He looked down and saw that the curse of the black snake ring seemed to come alive.

It twisted, grew bigger, and slid up its own veins.

In just a few seconds, half of Ivan's arm turned black and he lost consciousness. (To be continued.)