bookbashuk Chapter 163 The Spear of Fate Ends! Promotion Requirements Met!
Chapter 163 The Spear of Fate Ends! Promotion Requirements Met!
Chapter 164 The Spear of Fate Ends! Promotion Requirements Met!
"You... why do you still have magic?!"
Tom shouted incredulously, staring at Ethan as if he were looking at an endless monster!
No matter how you fight, you can never kill it.
They will always be at each other's mercy.
"Aaaaaaah! Die!!!"
Blood seeped from the enormous snake eye on his shoulder.
It relentlessly squeezed out Arthur's life force.
Let that river of blood devour Ethan!
"snort."
Looking at the river of blood that filled his entire field of vision, Ethan let out a soft hum.
He wielded his paintbrush, using the remaining extraordinary material [Radiant Essence], mixed it with magic, and forcefully flicked it through the air!
"boom!"
The river of blood was cleaved in two!
The water poured down on both sides of Ethan, surging and colliding, emitting a putrid stench!
That smear of golden paint that Ethan casually tossed aside.
It stretches across the sky.
Like a curtain tearing through space, dazzling golden light seeps out from the crack.
The sharp tip was pointed directly at Tom!
"Ah, ah...."
.
As Tom watched this scene, a sense of fear finally rose within him.
The body he controlled collapsed with a thud.
The swollen muscles, no longer supported by dark magic, dissolved and flowed away.
"You... what kind of monster are you?"
Upon hearing this...
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
He flashed Tom a bright, sunny smile and said:
"Of course I am human."
"They are still among the kindest and most innocent of all good people."
then.
Ethan waved his arm and uttered softly, "Dragon Flame."
This time, it's not a release centered on myself.
Instead, the dragon's flames were wrapped around that golden light in mid-air!
The golden light was tempered and refined to shine even brighter, transforming into a tangible weapon!
Painting: The Spear That Ends Fate!
Ethan looked down at Tom, who was frozen in shock, and smiled gently:
"I can't stand seeing others suffer. I'll send you on your way now."
The hand holding the paintbrush points downwards!
"boom!!!"
A streak of light flashed, and the golden spear pierced through the body controlled by Tom, embedding itself deep into the ground!
In an instant.
The earth was seen cracking and crumbling.
Beneath their feet, the hard stone slabs shattered into pieces, leaping upwards from the base under the immense impact.
The water boiled, and the statue fell.
Cracks spread across the wall like spider webs, seeping out trickles of groundwater.
The entire secret chamber crumbled to pieces under this thunderous blow!
A dark shadow emerged from Arthur's pierced body.
It slipped into the diary like a mouse.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Ethan reached out and grabbed the diary.
With a whoosh, I flipped through the pages, and amidst the blank, yellowed paper, I saw Tom's frantic escape!
"Come out here, little Tom!"
Ethan grinned broadly, easily breaking through the magic that blocked his way, and reached into the pages.
In the diary.
Tom ran wildly through his familiar Hogwarts.
I felt a violent tremor beneath my feet and a rumbling sound in my ears.
Then, the ceiling was lifted up, revealing a huge cobalt blue eye looking down at him.
"No, no!!"
Tom screamed, sweating profusely, terrified beyond measure!
He didn't understand why things had turned out this way.
He couldn't understand why his opponent had suddenly transformed from a second-year student into an endless array of ancient gods!
The future Hogwarts is so incredibly inclusive!
"whee."
The whispers of the ancient gods came from above.
Crunch, crunch.
More ceilings and walls were torn off, and the phantom memories of students and professors vanished.
Above, Ethan's devilish smile appeared.
No, not one by one!!
He was destined to become a man who transcended death, how could he possibly die at the hands of this demon?!
Help! Help me!!
Someone please save him!!
Tom ran around like a headless fly, his mind and body completely broken.
He could feel the pervert enjoying the process watching him with great interest from above.
"Bang!"
Tom barged through a door and made eye contact with the person behind it.
He is a relatively younger version of Professor Dumbledore.
Tom then realized that he had inadvertently entered the Transfiguration professor's office.
Dumbledore looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's wrong, Riddle?"
Tom blurted out, "Help! Help me, Professor! Someone's trying to kill me!!"
Tom regretted it as soon as he said it.
What's the point of talking to this memory?
They are merely phantoms of the past, like a pre-programmed sequence, wandering through this fictional campus, reliving the events of yesteryear over and over again.
I can't help at all.
Tom was desperate.
Numbly turning around, I looked up at the face on the ceiling, silently awaiting my death.
But at that moment, a figure appeared in front of him.
It's Professor Dumbledore.
The elderly professor, the astute white wizard who had repeatedly thwarted his plans, now stood silently in front of him, arms outstretched.
Although Dumbledore couldn't see anything.
Unseen, Ethan stood in the sky, a dimension higher than him.
Ethan watched this scene unfold.
Watching Tom, who was first stunned and then started yelling and screaming like a child, he sighed softly:
"Repent, Tom Riddle."
"No, not one by one!!!"
next second.
Ethan reached out his palm and enveloped the desperately crying Tom.
Tighten.
"Smack."
The remnant soul in the diary, the proud and arrogant 16-year-old Voldemort, was crushed with a short scream.
Along with Hogwarts, and all the memories, it vanished.
Then, a painting came into view.
It was Tom, clutching his face and screaming in terrified agony.
[You've received a commemorative painting: "Screaming Tom"!]
When shown to a specific person, it can have a tremendous psychological impact and shake their mind.
This painting has been added to the gallery; you can see it on the wall as you visit the gallery.
Souvenirs have been released.
Ethan nodded in satisfaction, intending to visit his home more often.
Ethan pulled his head back and peered out his diary.
The name on its title page is nowhere to be seen.
[You have obtained an extraordinary item! An unclaimed diary!]
【Characteristics: Regeneration, Immortality】
It's yours now; you can use and modify it as you please.
So, Death Note is real?
Ethan fell into deep thought.
He looked up at "Arthur" not far away.
He's no longer human.
That face, which was once as handsome and rugged as a marble statue, was now disfigured, with its features distorted and teeth protruding, as if it had been cursed, making it incredibly ugly.
That once muscular body had been drained of its essence, leaving it as dry as a dried corpse.
One arm hangs down abnormally, and the bones and muscles have changed.
It looks like a monster that should be hung on a pedestal.
"This is what happens to those who dedicate their lives to black magic."
Ethan shook his head, spitting out a sound.
"How wonderful it would be if everyone, like me, always followed the path of light and justice?"
As he spoke, Ethan casually tossed a healing spell over.
I saw Arthur's chest rising and falling slightly, and he was still breathing.
still alive.
However, sometimes, living is harder to endure than dying.
"I tried to dissuade them with all my might at first," Ethan said innocently. "But you can't stop a fool who's always courting death."
"Sigh~ I actually treated him, what a kind and generous person I am. Old Deng would have to praise me as the White Wizard."
Ethan couldn't help but sigh.
around.
The walls were seeping water everywhere, and the area was in ruins, just like after an earthquake.
[Hiss?!]
The serpent monster, jolted out of its daze, stared at everything in disbelief, feeling as if three big question marks had appeared on its forehead.
What happened?
How come my hometown was destroyed in the blink of an eye?
What incredible destructive power!
—It seems that the little owner did hold back when petting it before.
Congratulations! You have successfully organized an unforgettable art exhibition for an existence that does not belong to this world!
Your heroic act is deeply etched in the soul of the one you have been given, an imprint that even death cannot erase!
[One of the promotion requirements has been met!]
[Soul Fusion Level Unlocked!]
[Soul Fusion Rate: 60% → 68%!]
It broke through 60% in one go, increasing the fusion rate by 8%!
Major breakthrough!!
In an instant, a holy radiance enveloped Ethan!
Ethan's eyes widened as he felt a tingling sensation in his body, followed by a surge of scalding heat like lava!
It's so hot! It feels so good!!
It's like when your nostrils are blocked due to a cold, and suddenly you can breathe again.
Ethan felt as if his entire being had transformed into a conduit of magic.
It's completely open and airy!
"call!"
His black hair was blown about by the raging current of magic, and Ethan's cobalt blue eyes turned into two stars, shining brightly!
[Hiss!]
The basilisk stared in shock.
Feeling the magic surging from its little master's body, it even felt a sense of fear and trembling!
It's as if I see a majestic mountain standing before me.
The young master's aura had become even stronger, to the point that the Basilisk could faintly sense the presence of its original master, Lord Salazar Slytherin.
The original owner was already quite old at the time.
—Its little owner is truly a genius.
The dark blue subtitles reappeared before my eyes:
Now, you can combine the five images of the great serpent into one.
Unleash their true potential!
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