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The rest of the Death Eaters followed suit.

At this time, hesitation is likely to mean betrayal.

And the result of betrayal, here, only "death" can wash away.

Outside the gates of Durmstrang.

More than a month ago, the battlefield where Voldemort, Tom Riddle and Grindelwald fought a three-way battle still exists.

On the ground, potholes and remnants of hellfire and dark magic were vaguely visible, enough to disperse the snow falling from the sky.

Here, Tom didn't clean up.

It’s not that he was too lazy to clean up, but he wanted to leave this battlefield as a reminder to himself.

Most people in this world are not fools.

No matter how well prepared you have been, or even if you have listed several items in your plan.

However, when the other party's interests are affected and when a person becomes suspicious, it becomes difficult to calculate.

He had suffered this loss before and thought that Voldemort would compromise even if he knew.

After all, Grindelwald, Lockhart, and even Dumbledore are their enemies.

I never thought that the other party would choose to overturn the table.

If he didn't have the hellfire, he would have been swallowed by the other party long ago.

In other words, this is the real him. He will never sit idly by and wait for death in any situation.

call!call!call!

The cold wind was howling, the blood-red fog was getting closer and closer, and a strong aura of murder came from the front.

Tom Riddle stared silently at the lion picture behind him with a solemn expression.

Extend your palms slightly forward.

next moment……

boom!

The blazing hellfire gushed out, and the sweeping bloody mist suddenly stopped.

Chapter 549 The Battle of the Two Voldemorts

hum!hum!hum!

The blood-red mist emitted a subtle buzzing sound.

call!call!call!

The scorching air waves of hellfire blew forward.

Two figures stood in front of the blood-red mist and the hellfire respectively.

The two have almost the same appearance, and at the same time are so young, elegant and refined.

The difference between the two is that one is wearing a blood-red wizard robe and has a bloody aura.

The other one was also running as a wizard wearing red, but the color was darker, just like the fire of hell behind him.

There is a chill in the heat!

There is despair in the trial!

"I didn't expect you to recover so quickly." Tom Riddle said with emotion.

"Hmph, there are so many things you can't imagine." Voldemort replied in a cold tone.

"In fact, if you weren't so anxious, we would soon be teammates." Tom Riddle hinted, "Of course, it's not too late now."

To be honest, he could clearly sense the threat of the blood-red mist behind the other party.

Otherwise the game wouldn't be returned in this box.

If you can swallow it, try to swallow Voldemort directly. Maybe you can find an opportunity for him to break through the hellfire.

however……

When I felt that the blood-red mist behind Voldemort was composed of a large number of tiny red insects, especially these small red insects constantly entered Voldemort's body.

Even with Tom Reed's psychological quality, his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

What on earth did this guy do?

at the same time……

The fire of hell began to burn, and he seemed to sense the breath of some sin.

The breath is so heavy and so evil.

This is not just a crime, it is a massacre.

The death toll was in the tens of thousands; the crime was so monstrous that it is hard to describe it in words.

Affected by the aura of sin, the fire of hell suddenly expanded.

This made Tom Riddle's face look even uglier.

Why did he want to escape from the fires of hell so badly?

It's not just because the other party is difficult to deal with.

More importantly, this guy has an extremely special interest in eradicating darkness and judging fairness.

Tom couldn't imagine that he was one of the top dark wizards on earth, and one day he would treat the dark wizard with the attitude of a just judge.

This matter is extremely embarrassing!

A real dark history!

As his thoughts turned, Tom felt the call of the fire of hell from the depths of his soul and sighed helplessly.

After all, this power does not truly belong to oneself, and one cannot fully control it.

Feeling the urging of hellfire from the depths of his soul, Tom waved the wand in his hand.

Follow the call of the fire of hell and let go of the resistance in your heart.

call!

The dark red hellfire wrapped around Tom's body excitedly.

In a flash, a flaming skeleton covered in hellfire appeared in front of him.

The skeleton's body is wearing a flame-colored wizard robe with dark red patterns engraved on the surface.

"Look into my eyes, you sinner!"

A hoarse and heavy voice sounded.

Tom Riddle's eyes, filled with the flames of hell, stared into the eyes of Voldemort across from him.

At this moment, Voldemort seemed a little excited when he saw Tom's actions.

When he came here and faced his former natural enemy, he naturally tried to find a way out.

hum!hum!hum!

In an instant, a shrill buzzing sound was heard.

Voldemort opened his mouth slightly, and the next moment, blood-red mist emerged from his mouth, shooting like an arrow towards the flaming skull that Tom had transformed into.

call!

As the Flame Skeleton swung its right fist, the hellfire suddenly expanded and attacked the blood-red mist.

There didn't seem to be much movement in the fight between the two, but both sides had already entered a white-hot stage.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

The scorching hellfire burned the blood worms, making a sizzling sound.

It seems like it can burn without any effort.

If Tom Riddle hadn't been constantly controlling the blood-red mist to replenish it, the hellfire would have probably burned those blood worms to death long ago.

but……

When Tom Riddle noticed that the total amount of hellfire was decreasing, as if it was being sucked away, his brows began to frown.

Soon, the blood abyss worms that were originally easily burnt seemed to become more vital and more difficult to burn.

As soon as he realized this, Tom began to feel cautious.

He seemed to know where the danger just now came from.

It’s not about the opponent’s huge numbers, but about their terrifying adaptability.

Turning his thoughts, Flame Skull looked up at Voldemort opposite him.

tread!tread!tread!

Click!Click!Click!

To catch a thief, we must first catch the leader, since it seems difficult to kill all the blood worms in a short time.

Get rid of the owner of the bloodworm first, then everything will be destroyed.

His right hand was not open, but he quietly grasped a flaming long sword.

He took a few steps forward and swung the long sword vigorously. A sharp sound of air rang out, and the long sword wrapped in hellfire slashed towards Voldemort.

however……

Bang!

In an instant, a blood-red arm was raised high, blocking the flaming sword that was swinging down.

Voldemort looked at everything in front of him indifferently. At the same time, the blood-red color began to spread from his right arm to his limbs.

In the blink of an eye, a blood-red figure emerged.

It contrasts with the flaming skeleton on the opposite side.

Want to resist the fire of hell and resist your nemesis.

call!

boom! boom! boom!

The flaming sword was swung, and wisps of hellfire burned with it.

Voldemort was not to be outdone. He waved his hand and a large amount of blood-red mist wrapped around the flaming skull.

At the same time, he dodged the slashing of the flaming skeleton.

If you can dodge, dodge. If you can't dodge, take the blow.

Even if most of his body was chopped off, as long as new blood worms replaced the dead ones, it would only be a minor injury for Voldemort.

As the Blood Abyss Worms continue to devour the Hellfire, their adaptability to the Hellfire becomes higher and higher.

Soon, the Flame Skeleton seemed to feel that its own hellfire was finding it difficult to completely burn the surrounding Blood Abyss Worms.

This made Tom Riddle feel a little anxious. If he remained calm in his actions, the flaming sword would continue to swing and cut down.

The sword struck at Voldemort's head, although it didn't seem to hurt the opponent too much.

But Tom still didn't stop.

Because he is waiting, he is searching.

at last……

A subtle soul fluctuation emerged.

The flaming skeleton that happened to Tom Riddle seemed to have seen something.

Without hesitation, the long sword instantly turned into several sharp hell flying knives.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Following the soul fluctuation just now, the flaming flying knife suddenly stabbed forward.