harleyscars Chapter 240 The road of death paved with ashes
Chapter 240 The road of death paved with ashes
Chapter 240 The road of death paved with ashes
This is the 632nd second of the countdown.
The sword light that was originally lit up with the apparition was brought to the side by the crazily rotating force.
Bellatrix, who was dragged by Neville's skirt and had to take his apparation away in a hurry, landed at the bottom of a cliff.
The waves beat against the reef and smashed countless white foams, and the torn corners of the skirt were engulfed by the sea and swallowed into the ocean that contained everything.
She didn't dare to stop, and she didn't dare to continue apparating. The pause in casting spells would definitely make this child who was chasing after her like brown candy, no, it should be said to be a man at this time, a vengeful brave man.
Bella, who plunged into the sea in an instant, swam forward vigorously. The severed wand could no longer give her the ability to cast the Killing Curse. Although some of the black magic that she had learned from Voldemort could still be used, in the old days the convenient magic The curse could not be used by her.
After the wound on the back was contaminated by sea water, there was a piercing pain, but Bella, who was biting her lip, still swam forward with tense spirit.
Neville's unobtrusive and graceful figure fell firmly behind Bellatrix. If it hadn't been for the trampling caused by the apparition landing point, he would have swung his sword and beheaded the person in front of him.
A familiar dark cave appeared in his eyes.
This is the place where Voldemort hid the Horcrux they found when they searched for the shadow.
The sound of the clothes being torn sounded in the darkness, and Bella tore the corner of the skirt that was in the way, and she broke into the dark rock cave with hurried steps, and rushed towards a phantom wall.
The wound on her back allowed her to get the blood that opened the door without cutting herself, but the phantom door, which was infallible in her memory, made her miss it.
Ron completely destroyed the magic at the entrance in an extremely rough way. The end of the curse is not a delicate lockpicking, but a direct and rough breaking of the lock and the door, leaving no possibility or opportunity to close it again .
Bellatrix, who fell to the ground immediately, didn't dare to hesitate at all, and even scrambled into the darkness ahead.
But it is not dark ahead.
The magic barrier at the entrance isolates the pungent smell that has not yet dissipated here, and also blocks the light that is broadcast from here.
The flames left by the phoenix can accelerate the evil magic power in the ashes of this incredibly rich black magic corpse, and also bring light to this place.
A thick layer of ashes covered the ground with residual heat, and the original lake beach gravel had long since disappeared.
The remaining ashes of the dead after burning are scattered all over the beach. The delicate ashes contain the legacy of black magic, and we can only wait for the passage of time for them to turn into real ashes by themselves.
As if stepping in a shallow swamp that touches the ankle, the humidity of the lake makes these black-gray ashes wet and muddy.
Bellatrix looked at everything in disbelief.
"It's impossible for anyone to find the impossible here."
The army of corpses that she had attacked as a counterattack had turned into ashes, and it was not difficult for her to imagine what kind of changes had happened here.
The bastard who once again killed the person she loved found this place, burned it down, destroyed everything here, and left her a burnt ruin.
The golden-red flame burning in the cave seemed to be mocking her ignorance, and the slightly swaying flame seemed to be blinking and winking at her.
"You can't run, Bellatrix."
The golden-red firelight coated the bright silver blade with a coat of flames, and Neville also stepped into the burnt cave.
Not long ago, he witnessed all this with his own eyes, and he was extremely familiar with it.
"Do you think you've won like this? Little bastard!"
A pair of eyes full of resentment and hatred fixed on Neville's face, and that distorted expression revealed a permeating evil.
"That old bastard Dumbledore is dead! And the Dark Lord will conquer death once again, and he will return again, and at that time, you will have no ability to resist."
"That little bastard isn't coming back either, ever!"
"Professor Dumbledore is not dead." Neville walked forward steadily holding the sword, "Ron will definitely come back."
"I believe it, and I don't doubt it."
"It's your time to die, Bellatrix."
As if the blade of a burning sword reached Bellatrix, who was disheveled and disheveled in front of him, the closer he got to the finish line, the calmer Neville's heart became.
This is an instinctive behavior he cultivated after experiencing death countless times in the world of black souls.
Greed for knives will undoubtedly lead to death. The closer to the moment of victory, the more you need to calm down. Teacher Guda taught well, very well. After Neville was hacked to death seventy or eighty times by Teacher Guda, Never forget this blood lesson again.
Even if Bellatrix now only has a wand that he cut off and lost the ability to cast spells, he can't take it lightly. After all, he was taken with him to apparate in order to grab Bella's skirt, and Neville didn't Having managed to pick up the wand which he let go when he had been tortured by Cruciatus, he now held only a sword.
A murderous sword.
No more nonsense, the fragments of his parents being sluggish and unable to take care of themselves in the hospital bed for more than ten years flashed in his mind, using the Unforgivable Curse to torture people to the point of insanity, which caused more pain than taking his life Even heavier.
The firm will to avenge his parents is the source of strength that supports Neville to face death continuously in the Black Soul world without any flinching or timidity!
The hands holding the sword hilt were bulging blue veins, and the ashes paved with lingering warmth under his feet became the road leading to death, but he was definitely not the one walking towards death!
The lingering sword light stung Bellatrix's eyes, and the crazy twisted smile spread from the corner of her mouth.
This crazy woman grabbed the index finger of her left hand, and the rotten flesh squeezed and sprayed from her fingers, like black rotten juice.
The pale knuckles were pulled away from the palm by her, and the pale knuckles were embedded in the smooth cut of the wand that was only half left.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The dazzling green light cut through the warmth and brightness brought by the golden red firelight, and the vicious spell contained her death curse!
The instinct honed in hundreds of deaths made Neville bow and roll lightning-fast, and the dodge without delay did not hinder his progress at all.
The original posture of holding the sword in both hands changed. Neville freed his left hand and touched it behind him. He held a magic shield engraved with an alchemy array in the palm of his hand. As the best performer among the Sun Knights, his outstanding talent , Hard work has been unanimously recognized by Gun Gun and Bell Ryder.
Nicole May was not stingy with his rewards, the sun pattern shield customized for the Sun Knights was just an extra layer.
Magic power was poured into the alchemy array depicted on the shield, and the soft shimmer condensed into a thin light shield on the surface of the shield, just like bathing in the morning sun, where the power of hope at the dawn of dawn was contained.
Countless times of swinging the shield have already made the muscles of the body completely remember that delicate moment. The unknown magic shot after the killing curse was lightly pushed away by the shield, and the rebounded spell was deflected at an obtuse angle. When it touched the rock wall, a muddy black cave was formed.
The arm that swung the sword was downward, and Neville saw unbelievable horror from the crazy eyes, and the blood suddenly appeared from this.
And the deafening roar resounded at this moment in the cave covered with death ash.
The woman who turned into black mist cried out in pain, her left hand had completely disappeared, turning into a sacrifice of black magic.
(End of this chapter)