aircannonsinc Chapter 118 The Road to Eden
Chapter 118 The Road to Eden
Chapter 118 The Road to Eden
The Divine Strike is invisible; Voldemort knew very well that this was a profound spell evolved from an ordinary cutting spell.
Unlike ordinary cutting spells, which only cause physical damage.
The improved Divine Strike Without Shadow, in addition to physical damage, also inflicts magical, unhealable damage and soul-level trauma.
The incurable effect comes from the essence of black magic, from the malice intended to harm others.
Trauma at the soul level, on the other hand, is a characteristic acquired by the person who altered this spell through their exploration of a series of spells such as brain-sealing and mind-grasping.
"Snape!"
Voldemort was furious. He had nowhere to retreat, and fearing that if he slowed down, he would be overtaken by those behind him, he had no choice but to endure the curse.
The stabbing sensation was felt on Voldemort's remnant soul, and the powerful malice contained in the curse made him believe for a moment that he had been struck by the Unforgivable Curse.
"Damn traitor!" He couldn't understand why a mere witch would betray him, given that she was his most trusted second-in-command!
What's so great about witches! Maybe they'll even take half your magic in a divorce! Voldemort, who had transformed into black mist, paused in place, his mind momentarily foggy.
"Dumbledore said that your current state can be described as a remnant soul, or as a state between life and death. After thinking it over, I added the Imperius Curse to the Divine Sword."
At the door, Snape walked in with unusual excitement. This Imperius Curse was not the normal Imperius Curse used to control others and turn them into puppets.
These were some insights he gained from consulting Flitwick, which involved changing the method of casting spells and the direction of his malice, transforming the control of others' thoughts and souls into the disruption of their thoughts and souls with his own malice.
In retrospect, this spell is incredibly effective against Voldemort now.
"Painful? This is the feeling that has been festering in my heart all these years!" Snape said, vowing to make Voldemort taste the pain and resentment he had endured all these years.
The Divine Sword Without Shadow seemed to require no magic, as if it were meticulously torturing this mass of black mist.
"Severus." Dumbledore chased after him from the depths of the room and immediately saw Snape fighting Voldemort.
It's alright if Chang Wei hits Lai Fu.
But don't drive yourself crazy. With Dumbledore's insight, he immediately recognized this as profound dark magic, which increases the power of the spell by constantly fermenting one's own malice.
Although it is very powerful, it is very likely to cause the caster's emotions to become increasingly extreme.
Given the frequency with which Snape casts spells, even if he were a master of Occlumency, it wouldn't be enough.
Before long, Hogwarts will have a crazy Potions professor.
"Calm down, Severus!" Dumbledore snapped at Snape.
"Dumbledore—I am calm." Snape put down his wand and enjoyed the moment after discovering that someone truly capable of defeating Voldemort had arrived.
"Sigh—" Dumbledore knew that Snape's willingness to listen to advice already showed that he was very rational.
Although the initial plan for the hunt only required Snape and his companions to keep an eye on Voldemort's location and slow him down, there was absolutely no need to confront Voldemort head-on.
This is why Dumbledore and his two companions didn't chase after them very quickly.
Because, from the moment Voldemort stepped into the fourth-floor corridor, he embarked on "a path of no return"—the Path to Eden.
because.
Those who have turned away from righteousness can never return from Eden.
Having succumbed to the devil's temptations, one no longer possesses the promised glory.
This is a story about Nicolas Flamel when he was young, not yet two hundred years old, and when he went to talk to Pope Innathan VIII because of the start of the witch hunt.
But the Pope truly deserves his reputation as a brainwashing master who rose from the bottom.
Nicolas Flamel found himself unable to win the argument, so he came up with this clever formation in a moment of inspiration.
Those trapped in the formation are made to repeatedly experience what they believe to be right and reject what they believe to be wrong, until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, and their spirit is purified into its most primal form.
What happened next was quite simple. If Nicolas Flamel hadn't shown mercy, all the cardinals in the church, along with the Pope, would have experienced what it meant to be exiled from Eden.
Anyway, according to Nicolas Flamel, the Pope looked quite dark-faced and didn't dare to move. In the end, after friendly exchanges, the two sides finally reached some agreements.
Finally, when Nicolas Flamel left, he also took some things with him, according to the Pope, including a little boy who had gotten lost and wandered into the Vatican headquarters.
Regardless, the alchemist, who had already come to slap the Pope in the face, could only superficially accept the Pope's explanation and express his approval and belief.
However, later on, because the Holy Knights and the Inquisition of the Papacy were not idle, they did arrest quite a few wizards whose magical abilities were not very good.
Therefore, in the subsequent witch hunts, there will certainly be real wizards who are burned at the stake, but the proportion will be very small, and these wizards will be the most ordinary adult wizards, who may not be as good as middle and high school students who have been educated by the Hogwarts system.
Ninety-nine percent of the victims of the witch hunts were people whom the Vatican used to eliminate dissidents and strengthen its mental control over ordinary people.
In conclusion, the results were outstanding.
So, once Voldemort entered the fourth-floor corridor, the alchemical matrix that had been set up began to operate.
Once you step into this place, there is no turning back.
Even Voldemort at his peak couldn't break through this formation in a short time, let alone the current Voldemort; he wouldn't be able to get out even if he worked himself to death.
"Where are Minerva and Pomona?" Dumbledore asked Snape, tossing the swirling black mist toward the door.
"They've gone to the castle to protect the young wizards," Snape replied, glancing at the black mist with a puzzled look, wondering what Dumbledore was doing.
The next instant he understood that when the black mist touched a certain boundary, Voldemort's various movements since entering the air suddenly flashed in the air. These movements kept changing, extending, and flashing, before falling into the black mist.
It's like forming a never-ending Möbius strip, firmly enveloping this cloud of black mist.
But this is not a Möbius strip, because at the center of the ring is a phantom of an angel holding a flaming greatsword in one hand and a golden scale in the other, seemingly weighing the merits and demerits of the person sealed within.
"Truly remarkable skill," Gale exclaimed, especially since he had heard Nicolas Flamel recount the origins and development of this formation.
It's like dancing on someone's grave. They slapped the entire Vatican in the face right in front of a religious icon.
"I know to avoid people," he said.
"Nicole, can this formation really purify Voldemort's spirit?" Dumbledore held the small Möbius strip in his hand, on the golden scales of the central angelic phantom, a cloud of black mist darting left and right.