Just as Bellatrix was at a loss of what to do, Voldemort's shadow, after letting out some soundless shouts to no avail, directly bumped into her and entered her body. She shouted, "Master?"
"Don't resist! Let me enter your heart and mind … "Lord Voldemort's furious voice finally reached Bellatrix's heart, calming her down a lot.
Rudolphus Lestrange, who was at the entrance of the cave, also rushed in. He pushed Alecto Caro, who was still in a daze, and asked her to make way for him. He was delighted to see his wife standing in the room with her back facing him. However, after a few seconds, his expression turned into one of horror. "Bella?"
"Bella, you idiot! Pick up Victor's Hand and Eye! Hurry up and take me away from here! " A hissing sound came from the back of Bellatrix's head. Lord Voldemort's tone was impatient, and it didn't sound like a human at all.
"Ah! It's Master! Forgive me! " The Blake witch, who had been in a daze, responded subconsciously before she had fully grasped the situation. She then hurriedly crouched down to pick up the Hand of Vikna and the Eye of Vikna. However, before she could even get up from the ground, a knocking sound that came out of nowhere seemed to explode in the hearts of everyone in the room.
Bellatrix, who was crawling on the ground, saw a pair of pale man's feet. He was wearing Greek-style leather sandals that were completely out of place in autumn and winter. The footsteps were made by the owner of the pair of feet, who was holding a cobra-shaped crutch on the ground.
The bald female Death Eater raised her head. She only felt that the person in front of her was like a aggressive ram. The nose bridge on his light-colored skin was very straight, and the way his lips were tightly shut and the wrinkles on both sides of his nose made him look very strict and unapproachable. The most frightening thing was that pair of unforgettable big yellow eyes, just like the legendary snake monster. Although it wasn't as deadly as the snake monster, it still made Bellatrix stiff and paralyzed on the spot.
The wizards in the room and outside the room all felt this faintly emitted pressure. This pressure made their backs tense, and they felt that their blood flow was squeezed. Their minds were a little dizzy, and their hair stood on end. Every point of prophecy talent was clamoring to warn them of this danger approaching.
Bellatrix wanted to hold the wand tightly, but she found that she couldn't even control a finger. This also made her understand why her husband didn't respond again. Everyone in the room had lost the ability to move independently and was paralyzed in place.
The old man in front of her began to walk towards the direction of the door as if there was no one else around.
His long white hair swayed slightly as he walked, but after taking a few steps towards the door, he suddenly stopped. His crutch slammed on the ground, and his chest, which had not moved up and down, seemed to sigh at this time. He looked back, and Rudolphus' heart skipped a beat. Then he saw the old man raise his hand with a large silver ring in front of his eyes, and fell into a daze.
Alecto, who had been pushed to the side, still couldn't move. She watched in horror as Rudolphus stood up in a daze as if he had lost his consciousness. Like a servant, he followed behind this old wizard who had indescribable power. Fortunately, the old man's attention didn't seem to be on her at all, as if she was a speck of dust on the ground.
Lord Voldemort, who was behind Bellatrix's head, was the most clear-headed person in the room except for the old man, but his already distorted face became even more distorted at this time. He seemed to be struggling to escape from his mistress's body, but he was trapped in her body.
At the back of Bellatrix's head, a bulge bulged, then retracted, and another bulge bulged in another place. It was as if something inside wanted to rush out, but it was blocked in the head by the flesh and skin. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't break free, and it couldn't rush out of her head.
After that, the old man dressed like a Greek left softly, and just like how he came softly, he waved his sleeve before leaving, taking away Rudolphus, Bellatrix, and Lord Voldemort behind her head.
Alecto regained her ability to move in an instant, and her frightened gaze fell on Viktor's heart that was left on the ground.
Thinking of Allen Harris who was just outside the door, the irrepressible desire to avenge her brother ignited Alecto, making her forget her fear. Her eyes turned red, and then she rushed madly towards Viktor's heart in the secret room. She knelt on the ground, and the black Death Eater's standard magic robe on her body was soaked with the blood of her master, Lord Voldemort, that had just flowed on the ground.
Alecto was unwilling to fail like this and ran away dejectedly. She gritted her teeth and cursed in her heart: Damn it, it's all Bella's fault for being too slow! Either there was too much delay between the two steps of digging out her master's heart and placing Viktor's heart in it, or it was that strange old man's trick that caused her master to fail in the end!
Finding a last straw of hope for her revenge, Alecto grabbed the shriveled Viktor's heart that was still stained with the blood of the Dark Lord and disappeared from the room. But compared to her colleagues who were rushing to Bulgaria or America, she only moved herself to the ground of the temple and moved to the temporary barracks.
"Merlin bless me!"
The witch from the Karlo family did not hesitate to dig her own chest with the wand in her hand. She could not deform her own ribs like the Lord Voldemort, so she could only break them brutally, intending to repair them with 'Heal as Before' later.
Thirty seconds later, the heart that Alecto tore out fell to the ground with blood spurting out. Relying on her desire for revenge, she used her remaining strength to stuff Viktor's heart into her own chest that was still bleeding profusely. After that, she fell backward. Even though she was fast enough, the so-called divine artifact was still silent.
The witch from the Karlo family was lying in her own blood. Her cheeks seemed to have sunken due to excessive blood loss. Her eyes were filled with fear. Her life was trying to escape from her grasp. She used the last of her strength to reach out her hand to correct the position of the heart in her chest. But before she could complete it, the last bit of life had completely left her body. After her hand fell weakly on her chest, it began to slowly stiffen.
Until her last breath, the apprentice that she believed in, who was actually her enemy, did not show any mercy to her.
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