Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Chapter 918 Zhao Zhuikong

On the terrifying face, a pair of pupils flashing orange light looked at the little boy beside him.

The lips, devoid of skin, parted to reveal chilling teeth.

"Harry Potter!"

"We meet again!"

Upon witnessing this, Harry involuntarily took two steps back.

This was the first time he had met this person, but he knew who this person was.

It can even be said with certainty.

Harry spoke in disbelief:
"Voldemort?"

His terrifying facial features were contorted into a grimace, and his groans grew increasingly frantic.

"Yes, it's me. Look at what I've become!"

"It's all because of you, Harry!"

"Living on in such a wretched state, parasitizing in someone else's body, a pathetic parasite."

"Fortunately, the unicorn's blood gave me some strength, but unfortunately it couldn't give me a body."

"However, it's okay, there's one thing that can help."

"I can feel that thing!"

"It's right in your pocket!"

Upon hearing this, Harry didn't hesitate any longer, turned around, and started running up the steps.

Professor Quirrell, facing the mirror, saw this scene, stretched out his arms wide, and shouted:
"Burning flames!"

next moment.

Intense red flames enveloped the entire perimeter of the underground space.

In an instant, a thick wall of fire was formed.

Harry turned around and looked at Professor Quirrell's empty hands and the magic that had appeared in an instant.

This was the first time Harry had learned that wizards could cast spells with their bare hands.

The intense flames that suddenly appeared and burned illuminated the entire underground space with extraordinary brightness.

Professor Quirrell stood in front of the mirror without any panic.

Because he believed that with himself and his master present, how could he possibly be unable to deal with a twelve-year-old freshman who had just started school?

Voldemort's hoarse voice rang out again:

"Don't be foolish, Harry. Why do you want to die?"

"Why don't we share eternal life? All you need to do is give me the magic stone!"

Harry suppressed his inner panic and looked around.

"No, Voldemort, you can't!"

As he spoke, Harry pulled out the red Philosopher's Stone and held it in his hand.

He looked like he was ready to fight to the death.

Voldemort grinned with delight at the sight.

"Haha, commendable courage! Your expression reminds me of back in the day..."

"Your parents did the same thing back then, tell me, Harry!"

"Do you want to meet your parents?"

"Give me the magic stone, and I can bring them back to life!"

As he spoke, Quirrell did nothing.

Two ethereal figures appeared beside Voldemort.

A man and a woman, who looked exactly like Harry's parents.

His distorted features began to tremble, as if he were excited about his own art.

“Harry, you know I have this ability.”

"And all I need to do is a little reward."

“Child…there is no inherent good or evil, right or wrong in this world, only the strong and the weak. Since you are the being prophesied, then by joining forces, we can accomplish great things!”

"So, give me the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry watched as his transparent, ethereal parents slowly disappeared.

He snapped out of his daze.

"No, Voldemort, you're lying!"

"You won't get the magic stone!"

When Harry refused again, Voldemort finally lost his patience.

Voldemort's contorted features trembled, and he screamed:
"Quirk, kill him!"

Professor Quirrell, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly floated up to Harry's horrified gaze.

Then they got closer and closer to where Harry was.

Seeing that he had nowhere to retreat, Harry immediately threw the Philosopher's Stone aside.

But Harry forgot that Quirrell's orders were to kill him, not to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

So when Quirrell saw Harry's actions, he didn't change direction.

Harry Potter wouldn't understand.

Voldemort wanted Harry Potter's death more than the Philosopher's Stone, which could repair his body.

Twelve years—no one knows how Voldemort spent those twelve years.

Professor Quirrell pressed him down onto the steps.

Harry gripped the hands that were choking him.

However, his strength was far too weak; how could he possibly contend with an adult man?

Just when Harry thought he was about to die.

Before Quirrell could even begin chanting the spell, the man's expression changed as he sensed something.

He lowered his head in surprise.

Quirrell saw that when he touched Harry's neck, the hand Harry was gripping began to rapidly turn a withered orange-yellow.

The color then continued to spread rapidly upwards and deepen.

Harry felt his breathing return, and although he didn't understand what was happening after seeing this scene.

But he still pushed Quirrell away immediately.

And it was the two hands that pushed away Quirrell that touched two more dry patches.

"Ah, ahhh!!!"

Professor Quirrell looked at his right hand, which had turned into stone, yellow dust, and then shattered, and let out a horrified cry.

And the chest that Harry had pushed away and pressed down on also showed the same change, and even his clothes were no exception.

This series of changes left him completely at a loss.

Quirrell staggered backward.

She cried out in terror:

"What kind of magic is this?!"

"Petrification, pulverization, this power is... the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Master, this is a trap, it's..."

"Fool, grab the magic stone!"

Before Quirrell could finish speaking, Voldemort interrupted him.

Quirrell turned and walked toward the direction where the Philosopher's Stone was.

But Harry, who also realized what was happening, immediately got up and rushed over, hugging Quirrell and pressing his hands against Quirrell's head and face.

This time, thick white smoke billowed from Harry's hands.

The painful screams were no longer just Quirrell's, but also Voldemort's from behind his head.

Start with the nose and eyes.

Chilo's skin turned into dry, yellow earth devoid of moisture and nutrients.

Then it quickly spread throughout the body.

Upon seeing this, Harry released his grip and quickly took two steps back in shock, unable to believe he had done it.

next moment.

Quirrell, whose body had turned to dust, collapsed without even uttering a wail.

At this point, the black magic robes had all turned into a pile of stone dust covered in powder.

But even so, it's not over yet.

Harry then saw a cloud of black mist condense from his robes.

A face emerged from the black mist, glaring angrily at Harry.

Then he turned around and rushed towards the exit without hesitation.

However, just as Voldemort broke through the fire barrier, he suddenly sensed something and stopped abruptly.

A blurry face reappeared in the black mist, looking behind it.

Harry had unknowingly retreated back to the Mirror of Erised because of his attack on Professor Quirrell.

And it was at this very moment, as Harry watched Voldemort burst through the barrier of flames, that he collapsed to the ground.

Without warning, a dagger emerged from the Mirror of Erised and stabbed straight at Harry's heart from the side.

Wearing a red sweater, Harry could clearly see that the tip of the dagger had already cut through the outermost layer of yarn.

If nothing unexpected happens, I should be dead.

But at this time.

A long, winding blade made of snow-white crystals slashed down with a narrow escape.

Quick, this knife is too fast.

Out of the corner of Harry's eye, he saw a figure appear beside him as if by teleportation.

The moment it appeared, the cleaving blade was already on its way.

The two finally made contact before the dagger actually touched his skin, producing a piercing metallic clang at the same time.

After one move.

Whether it was a figure wielding a dagger or a figure brandishing a long sword, they parted ways in an instant.

Harry felt himself being pushed away by a force.

But at that moment, something viscous came to life in his black shadow, illuminated by the flames.

The black mass jumped upwards, hugged itself, rolled around a few times, and then landed safely.

One after the other, Voldemort and Harry Potter stared dumbfounded at the newly appeared group in the center.

The man standing before the Mirror of Eris was incredibly handsome, with long, flowing hair that defied gender norms.

The figure standing opposite, wielding a long sword, also had an eerie appearance.

These two people are Zhao Zhuikong and Zheng Zha.

“Zhao Zhuikong…”

Zheng Zha muttered to himself with a serious expression.

Zhao Zhuikong showed no surprise at the interruption of his assassination attempt.

If the protagonist of a world were really that easy to kill, he wouldn't have waited until today to make his move.

However, his gaze remained fixed on Voldemort, who had not yet completely left the scene.

"Your Excellency, King of Dark Magic, would you be interested in making a deal?"

I don't know if it's because of losing my body.

Voldemort's voice sounded even weaker and stranger than before.

"What deal!"

"Help me kill them all, and with your knowledge, I'll create a perfect body for you!"

As he spoke, a seven-colored lotus flower with lotus root segments appeared out of thin air in Zhao Zhuikong's hand.

"The seven-colored lotus root, the one Nezha had?"

Zheng Zha blurted out in shock.

There was no way I couldn't be shocked.

He never expected that Zhao Zhuikong would have such a special thing in his possession.

This thing is worth at least two B-level side quests, right?

Watching the black mist return to the battlefield.

A familiar smile appeared on Zhao Zhuikong's face.

However, when the black mist approached Zhao Zhuikong...

A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the seven-colored lotus flower in front of Zhao Zhuikong.

It was at this moment that the smile on Zhao Zhuikong's face froze.

Because what was in front of him was not a cloud of black mist.

Instead, it was a black banner shimmering with golden patterns.

In that instant, Zheng Zha suddenly moved and retreated rapidly.

The Emperor's Banner, which had just revealed its true form, was also sent flying backward, its black flagpole rooted to the ground by the immense force.

A burst of white light erupted from Zhao Zhuikong's body.

Even so, a burn mark appeared on Zhao Zhuikong's handsome cheek.

This burn was only a few centimeters away from the neck.

But those few centimeters surprised everyone present.

Zhao Zhuikong touched the red blood on his cheek, his smiling face now filled with coldness.

He immediately understood that the Voldemort he had just "seen" had been tampered with.

"This is the first time I've been injured in all these battles!"

"A cultivator at the Golden Core stage."

"Truly worthy of being called the Zhongzhou Team!"

"What about the rest?"

"Everyone come out!"

"Since you've all come to us, you should be prepared!"

As he spoke, Zhao Zhuikong's eyes grew increasingly cold.

The dagger in his hand began to blur, eventually transforming into a strange short sword seventy centimeters long.

Upon hearing the challenge, Gungnir's amused voice rang out from above:
"As expected of a fourth-order gene lock expert."

"Then I'll start with an appetizer!"

Zhao Zhuikong's pupils contracted as he looked at the Mirror of Eris. He was about to move, but it was too late.

Looking up, he saw a huge scroll that had been unfurled on the dome of the underground palace.

The scroll was covered with mysterious black runes.

Just at this moment.

Visible, transparent waves began to churn within this underground palace.

"One-time magic attack scroll, Mental Shock!"

As soon as he finished speaking, blood began to seep from Zhao Zhuikong's ears and eyes.

The ripples that twisted the air swept through the entire underground palace centered on Zhao Zhuikong like a tidal wave.

Zheng Zha and his group were well-prepared, and since it wasn't a severely affected area, they were alright.

The problem is that even at the edge, this kind of attack is not something Harry can withstand in his current state.

Harry, who had been looking around with his eyes open, passed out in less than a second.

As one of the hardest-hit areas.

Zhao Zhuikong's figure swayed slightly, but the cold smile on his lips did not diminish in the slightest.

The short sword in his hand suddenly flashed with a cold light, tearing through the distorted air around him.

His figure suddenly blurred, and the next second he appeared in front of the dome scroll, his short sword piercing straight into the center of the rune!
"Snap—" The scroll froze instantly, and the mental shock came to an abrupt end.

However, given his speed, it's safe to say that in a fraction of a second, he could completely destroy the scroll.

But at this moment.

This figure actually gave up this golden opportunity.

The transition from forward to backward was seamless and natural, even pleasing to the eye.

With a somersault in the air, the figure leaped onto the Mirror of Eris.

And just now, in mid-air.

Then a piece of black, viscous liquid appeared.

Moreover, this liquid is connected to a magic scroll.

"See" that your sneak attack has failed.

The black liquid in the air began to twist and struggle.

He appeared extremely dissatisfied.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Zhuikong narrowed his eyes and said:
"The Venom of the Japanese team!"