Elwyn and Elaine appeared at the bottom of the abyss. They did not see Keresis or the statue of the evil god.
This was because this place was filled with corpses that had been tortured to death. It was like hell, a true abyss of hell.
On the ground, on the statues on the walls, everywhere they could see was covered in blood.
The blood had not dried up. It flowed out of the corpses' wounds, eyes, noses, mouths, and other holes.
These corpses, whether they were human or not, all had faces twisted in pain. They died with their eyes wide open.
Elaine hugged Elwyn tightly. She did not dare to look. The scene in front of her was too shocking. It was far beyond her imagination.
In order to split his remaining soul again, Lord Voldemort used cruel methods to kill many lives.
At the bottom of the abyss, he was engaged in a fierce battle with Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore, you are as hypocritical and stupid as before!" Lord Voldemort screamed. "You think you can kill me like this? Do you think your magic will work on me? What a joke! When I'm done for, you'll be done for! "
He had just split his soul. However, he was not as weak as Harry had said. He did not seem to be affected at all.
He waved his wand and shot a fatal spell at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's movements were quick, and the spell missed. It hit the ground where no one was, and with a boom, it ignited a ball of fire.
With the help of the flames, Elwyn finally saw the statue of the evil god in the corner and Keresis, who was lying on the ground. He did not know if he was dead or alive.
Elaine saw it too. She wanted to go over, but Lord Voldemort's magic stopped them.
He was controlling the flames. It was the Fierce Fire Spell. It was much stronger than the Fierce Fire Spell that Elwyn used. The golden flames that could burn everything raged in the space.
They obeyed Lord Voldemort's command. They swirled in the sky and surrounded Dumbledore.
"Die, Dumbledore!" Lord Voldemort roared in a cold voice. "And you, Elwyn Mason, Elaine Slytherin, and Harry Potter. You fools have no idea what's here. You have no idea of my power. How dare you come here? You will all die and become sacrifices for me to achieve immortality."
A strong sense of oppression accompanied the blazing flames. Elwyn shielded Elaine behind him.
He waved his wand and an orange-red magic barrier appeared in front of them, blocking the oncoming flames.
"Nobody dies, Tom, except you!" said Dumbledore calmly.
In the blink of an eye, the fierce flames around him dispersed. His blue eyes flashed with anger. A spell condensed at the end of his wand, and the whole space trembled. The power of the spell that Dumbledore was condensing made Elwyn feel suffocated. Even the hair on his body stood up.
Lord Voldemort stopped. He was preparing his own defensive spell. A similar shield appeared out of thin air.
But he would not succeed. Elwyn quickly moved his wand forward, casting three spells in a row. The space around Lord Voldemort changed rapidly. His magic was interrupted by Elwyn, and he could not appear. Gravel and soil flew in the air as if they had a life of their own.
Under Elwyn's control, they quickly turned into chains and bound Lord Voldemort tightly.
In the next second, Dumbledore's magic hit him. There was a bone-chilling sound of impact, and he flew backward.
It was over. Lord Voldemort had indeed used up his strength when he split his soul, and he could not face both Dumbledore and Elwyn at the same time.
If he could get rid of Lord Voldemort and the Statue of the Evil God here, everything would be for the best.
Because of the soul vessel, Lord Voldemort would definitely not die, but as long as he was left here …
Elwyn stared closely at Lord Voldemort on the ground to prevent him from escaping, but there was something wrong with the magic in the air.
"Be careful, Elwyn!" said Dumbledore. "Maintain your defensive spell, don't relax!"
He flashed in front of Elwyn and Elaine, and the white barrier appeared again.
In front of them, Lord Voldemort's body was disappearing bit by bit, turning black, and blending into his surroundings.
At the bottom of the abyss, the darkness became deeper, and endless darkness pressed down on the three like a dense fog. The fog contained a terrible power.
"That magic is useless against him!" said Dumbledore, a little surprised. "We have to use another method!"
Crack, crack. The Viking warrior statues on the surrounding walls suddenly moved, and they jumped down from the wall.
One, two, three, the number of statues increased. As long as they were touched by Lord Voldemort, they gained life.
These ancient Viking warriors had ferocious and terrifying faces, and they wore thick armor. The shortest among them was at least five or six times as tall as Elwyn.
In their hands, they held sharp weapons made of rocks, such as axes, spears, and huge swords.
The statue's movements were stiff, but it became faster and faster, and it swung its weapons at them.
Elwyn had no doubt that if he was cut, even if he did not die, he would be seriously injured.
"Don't even think about killing me, Dumbledore!" Lord Voldemort shouted. His figure condensed in the air again, and appeared translucent. The snake's face became even paler, and its scarlet eyes narrowed tightly. "Is there anything more vicious than this?"
"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person, Tom." Dumbledore said calmly. "Although I know that you have undergone a transformation, I never thought that you would become like this. You can no longer be considered a human! I have to admit, I will not be satisfied with just taking your life. "
He waved his wand, and a ball of lightning shot out from the end of the wand.
Amidst the roar, the huge destructive force shattered the hundreds of Viking warrior statues that were rushing towards them.
Elwyn followed suit and attacked. Although these ancient Viking warrior statues looked frightening, they were very weak.
But for some unknown reason, Elwyn felt that something was not right. There were strange magical waves on these statues.
It was not Lord Voldemort's magic, and Elwyn could not even tell what they were used for.
Soon, the ground was covered with broken pieces of the statue, and they were everywhere.
"Hypocrite!" Lord Voldemort roared, and his body gradually recovered. "I will kill you!"
"That is what makes you sad, Tom." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, as if the two of them were discussing something about drinking. He left Elwyn and Elaine, and walked towards Lord Voldemort defenselessly. "As we know, your biggest failure is that you cannot understand that there is something worse than death."
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