On the surface of the sea, the speedboat sped past and quickly approached the gigantic Scharnhorst battleship in the bottle. During this process, the battleship seemed to have stopped firing. It no longer spat out flames, nor did it have soldiers jumping off like dumplings.
Ryan and Tom did not encounter any obstacles until they reached the bottom of the magnificent battleship.
This sudden atmosphere was like the calm before the storm, causing Ryan to feel uneasy. Just a few minutes ago, the people on the battleship were on high alert as if they were facing a great enemy and wanted to blast them into smithereens.
But Tom Riddle appeared to be calm. He stood at the bow of the ship as the sea breeze blew his hair. Those Muggles were just wriggling proteins in his eyes. As long as he showed a little bit of magic power, they would be turned into ashes.
When he was about a hundred meters away from the battleship, he waved his wand and disappeared from the spot with Mirage. He appeared on the deck where he was looking.
What welcomed him was countless black muzzles and thick cannon barrels. All the cannon barrels on the Scharnhorst battleship turned around and aimed at the young man who was about to step onto the deck.
Tom Riddle did not panic at all. He looked around and quickly found a man with his head lowered among the rows of Zizi soldiers who looked nervous and serious.
He was wearing a dark green military uniform with three golden stripes on his shoulder. It seemed like he was of the highest rank.
"Hey, you are the Muggle who killed the vampires in the legends?" Tom Riddle asked casually as he stood at the front.
The man slowly raised his head and let Riddle see his face. It was a strange face. Half of his face had deep wrinkles, high cheekbones, and strong eyebrows. His skin was also brown. The other half of his face was strangely like a young girl's. He had soft skin and eerie silver-white pupils. When this disparate combination was put together, it made one's scalp tingle.
"It's me. So, you are the one who killed my soldiers on the surface of the sea?" The half-man, half-woman guy asked.
"No … that's right."
Seeing the man's appearance, Riddle subconsciously took a step back. In the past year, he had followed the Hogwarts on many missions and had seen all kinds of people, but he had never seen anyone who looked so strange.
At this time, Ryan had also arrived on the deck from Mirage. When he landed, he saw the row of soldiers and the strange man. He sucked in a breath of cold air. "Merlin Beard …"
After calming himself down, Tom Riddle's expression returned to normal. It was just a guy with a strange appearance, so he didn't care.
Instead, it was the soldiers and the battleship hidden in the glass bottle that really excited him. If he could bring these people back to the Hogwarts and the wizarding world, his reputation in the European wizarding society would rise by more than one level.
"There are actually so many soldiers hiding on British soil. Should I say that I'm too lucky, or that you're too unlucky?"
With a smile, he snapped his fingers, and the sea under the battleship suddenly boiled. Black snakes emerged from the sea and climbed up the walls of the battleship. There were so many of them that it was as if the walls of the battleship were covered with a layer of black and red carpet. The dense hissing sound made the armed soldiers on the battleship take a step back.
"What kind of magic is this? It looks quite powerful."
Unlike the soldiers, the half-man guy praised instead of retreating.
"Do you want to try? I'll tell you if you try."
Tom Riddle raised his eyebrows and asked.
"I want to try."
The half-man guy nodded seriously.
Tom Riddle's expression stiffened. He didn't expect this guy to be so unpredictable, and even said that he wanted to try with a serious face.
"Hmph, pretending to be mysterious."
He didn't want to waste time with the other party, so he immediately took out his yew wand. "Snake Chain!"
The snakes that were scattered like a carpet rolled on the deck and intertwined with each other. Soon, they formed dozens of huge black pythons and went straight to the soldiers in front of them.
The moment Tom Riddle made his move, the soldiers fired Zizi. The yellow shrapnel was so dense that it looked like laser lines, and the steel floor was turned into a sieve in the blink of an eye.
Then, the cannonballs on the turrets also fired at the same time, without caring about their own damage. Countless sharp holes were blasted on the steel deck, and the fiery red color drowned out everything that could be seen.
Tom didn't dare to be careless. He stepped back and hid his wand behind him. With a serious face, he raised his arm, and a shield with snake patterns appeared. At the same time, one of the giant snakes crawled out and circled around Tom Riddle to protect him. The bullets hit the giant snake, deeply embedded in it, and blood splattered everywhere.
While holding the shield to resist the attacks of the muggle soldiers, Tom ordered Ryan, who was also holding a shield next to him, "Hey, Hufflepuff, go and help me destroy those muggle weapons."
"What are you doing!?"
Ryan raised his shield and asked loudly. His magic was not as abundant as Tom Riddle's, and countless cracks appeared on his shield in the blink of an eye.
"I'll help you attract the firepower," Tom said.
"Really!?"
"Can't you hear me!? Go! "
"Damn it!"
Ryan gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. Mirage disappeared on the spot. At the same time, Mirage appeared on the turrets of the battleship and knocked on the barrels with his wand. Every time he appeared, a barrel would be misfired under the effect of magic. They were either frozen or knotted together under the effect of transformation. The sound of cannon fire could be heard from time to time.
At this time, Tom held the shield with one hand and waved his wand with the other. The giant snakes that were disintegrated under the cannon fire turned into smoke and disappeared, and the black smoke lingered in the corners of the battleship. It drilled into the seven orifices of all the soldiers. Every time a soldier was possessed by the black smoke, he would twitch and fall. At the same time, he would recover and howl in pain under the cannon fire and spit out the snakes.
The battle fell into a scorching stalemate. After an unknown period of time, the cannon fire stopped.
On the messy deck, there were machine guns, ammunition, shell casings, and soldiers' corpses everywhere. Billowing smoke rose from the deck.
Tom Riddle put down his wand, panting, looked at the only person who was still standing in the same place, and said, "Now, it's your turn."
The extremely chaotic scene just now did not cause much damage to the person who was neither a man nor a woman. He stood in the same place and clapped his hands, looking at Tom with an admiring gaze. "Really not bad. In time, you may achieve great things."
"Who asked you to talk nonsense to me!?"
Without waiting for another breath, Tom turned his wand upside down and made a strange posture. His eyes became dark, and a black smoke spiraled out from under his body. It climbed up the person's body very quickly and stealthily.
The strange person who was entangled by the black smoke withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. He became black, short, and old. In the end, he could not stand and fell to the ground.
"Slytherin's Curse Spell!"
After casting the spell, Tom Riddle sneered. "For a Muggle like you to die under this kind of spell, I have enough respect for you."
The person who was neither a man nor a woman fell to the ground with a thud. He looked at his withered black palm and nodded. "It's true … It's really out of my expectations. Magic is really interesting. "
"Don't talk big." The strange person's calm appearance made Tom particularly disgusted. He said, "After being hit by my spell, you will never be able to stand up in this lifetime …"
After he finished speaking, the skinny old man on the ground stood up shakily. His body was like a balloon, swelling, turning white, and growing until it returned to normal.
The Slytherin's Curse Spell also spiraled out of the old man's body and returned to Tom Riddle's body from the ground. It was like someone had poured a basin of water back into the old man's body.
Tom was dumbfounded as he watched the black gas return to his body. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what was going on. He took a step back, and a trace of panic flashed across his face. But soon, his panic was replaced by ruthlessness. He raised his palms and clasped them together. The veins on his forehead and neck bulged, and he hissed, "Snake!!"
As he chanted the spell, the corpses of the soldiers on the ground suddenly twitched uncontrollably. Every group of muscle fibers was peeled off from their bodies and turned into black snakes.
They intertwined with each other to form a large net and crashed down with the force of Mount Tai. They drowned the strange person like a wave on flat ground. The snakes rolled, and in less than three breaths, the strange person's body was completely swallowed up by the snakes. There was not a single bit of flesh left on his body.
After doing all this, Tom was gasping for breath. His hand that was holding the wand was trembling non-stop. This kind of high-intensity, large-scale killing magic seemed to be quite a burden on him. But looking at the monster that was devoured by the snakes and turned into white bones, he breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Ryan, who had destroyed the turret, had also returned. Tom spat in disdain and turned to Ryan. "See, I have this kind of magic power.
Ryan pointed behind him with an expression as if he had seen a ghost. "No, look!"
A bad feeling rose in Tom Riddle's heart. He quickly turned around and found that the bones on the ground that had been gnawed into pieces were piecing back together bit by bit. And the black snakes that were under his control spat out the flesh that they had just bitten, as if they were regurgitating food.
The snakes spat out the flesh from their mouths, and each snake spat out a little bit. Some spat out intestines, some spat out eyes, and the thousands of snakes spat out a big lump. Every piece of flesh that they spat out was exactly where they had bitten off.
After spitting out the flesh, the snakes coiled around in a very strange posture and retreated in a very strange way. Like a movie rewinding, they returned to Tom Riddle's side.
Finally, the guy who was neither a man nor a woman stood in front of them again. He looked at the back of his hand and saw that it was unscathed.
This scene made Tom's mouth open so wide that three eggs could be stuffed into it. His jaw almost fell to the ground. He had been in the magic world for so many years, but he had never seen such a strange scene.
He heard the guy sigh. "Do you have any other new tricks? To be honest, I'm a little tired of watching."
"Are you kidding me!!?"
In Tom Riddle's roar, the snakes wrapped around every corner of the steel building like a spider web. The strange man was not drowned in the rolling snakes. He clung tightly to the wall, and the air was filled with the nauseating smell of blood. Even Ryan fell to the ground under the turbulent snake swarm, and was drowned by the snakes.
But the strange man disappeared into thin air.
Another strange man appeared behind Tom Riddle and pressed his head down mercilessly. He pressed Tom Riddle's neck heavily against the steel spike that had been blown out by the shell.
Boom!!
Tom Riddle reached out and smashed the strange man behind him, but the strange man disappeared again. His full-powered strike landed on the steel wall of the cabin. With a cracking sound, he broke his own arm. When he turned around again, the strange man appeared on the other side of him. He grabbed Tom's wand with one hand, pulled it out and threw it far away. Then, he pressed Tom's head against the spike again.
"You're not … You're not … What … What Muggle!"
With his head pressed down, Tom turned his head and stared at the strange man, and a few words were squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Maybe, I'm close to God."
He whispered, "Immortal, immortal, completely self."
He exerted force in his hand, and Tom's face was again close to the spike on the deck. His eyes were less than two centimeters away from the spike.
In the moment of life and death, Ryan finally struggled to crawl out of the snake swarm. He saw Tom pressed against the spike and shouted, "Hey, let him go!"
As he said that, he raised his wand and shouted, "Petrify all of them!"
A green magic spell shot out like lightning and hit the strange man who was holding Tom down, causing his body to stiffen slightly.
Tom, who was held down, was furious. He was pressed against the deck and spat out, "Use your f * cking petrification spell! Death Demanding Spell!! Death Demanding Spell!! You're already in the sixth or seventh grade, and you still don't know how to use Avada Demanding Life, what the hell are you doing!? "
However, the strange man who was hit by the petrification spell really stopped moving. Tom's neck stopped a few centimeters away from the sharp spike on the ground.
Tom could almost see the sharp steel bar less than two millimeters away from his eyes. Suddenly, Tom Riddle, who was being held down, fell to the ground. For some reason, the strange man stumbled back a few steps. Tom, who had just escaped death, took the opportunity to step back on the ground. He only stopped when he was ten meters away. He stared at the strange man who was neither a man nor a woman in horror.
He saw the strange man standing in the same spot, his head looking at the top of the turret of the Charnhorst warship. He twitched twice with a confused expression.
Then, he immediately disappeared, leaving behind the corpses of the soldiers on the ground and the frightened Tom and Ryan.
For a long time, Tom and Ryan didn't move at all. It was as if they were petrified. After a full two minutes, the strange man still didn't return.
After the strange man left, Ryan also came back to his senses. He saw Riddle lying on the ground heavily injured. He quickly tore off a piece of his clothes and wanted to bandage his wound.
Then, Tom finally moved. He touched the wound on his face caused by the spike with his only arm. Looking at the fresh blood on his palm, his expression changed rapidly. Sometimes it was humiliation, sometimes it was confusion, sometimes it was excitement, and sometimes it was desire. In the end, he ignored the pain and sat on the ground. He bit his finger and fell into deep thought.
"Immortal … Immortal … I really can't die! There's actually such a power in this world!? "
Then, he thought of something and took out a green sprout from his chest. He said thoughtfully, "No wonder Bach asked me what the black mistletoe was. So that's why …"
He looked at Ryan who was bandaging his wound. A hint of hesitation flashed across his face. However, that hesitation was quickly replaced by greed. This was the power of immortality that he had never seen before. Even if he had to give up everything, he wanted to obtain this mysterious power.
"Ryan."
He called out.
"What's wrong?"
Ryan, who was fixing his broken arm, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up and saw the Slytherin squad leader looking at him with a gaze that he had never seen before. His face was as pale as paper, but the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. He trembled slightly as he breathed, as if he was trying his best to suppress his desire.
"Ryan."
He called out again. This time, his voice was gentler. However, Ryan couldn't help but take a step back. That gaze was too terrifying.
Tom licked his lips. "I'm sorry. I killed all these Muggle soldiers."
"Then … Then?"
"I had to defeat him. That guy, think about it. If a Muggle had that kind of power, it would be a huge threat to our Sorcerer Society …"
As he said that, he reached out and pressed on Ryan's shoulder. Ryan's gaze shifted to the green branch in his hand. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Suddenly, he let go of the gauze and lifted his hand to push away the palm on his shoulder. Without looking back, he rolled and crawled forward.
Liddell was slammed against the wall. He smiled and licked his lips with his long tongue. His eyes were filled with determination. He picked up the yew wand that he had lost in the battle. Clutching his broken arm, he quickly chased after them.
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