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Head, shoulders, limbs...

Wherever the soul waves roamed, they were instantly pierced by the flaming flying knives.

The blood-red figure transformed by Voldemort lay motionless.

It seems like he is completely imprisoned.

This made Tom Riddle's face light up slightly.

This guy, for some unknown reason, became so strong.

But as long as I swallow him, he will eventually become the nourishment for me to become stronger.

however……

hum!hum!hum!

The blood-red mist behind Voldemort, as if stimulated by something, rushed towards Tom frantically.

Chapter 550: Five Finger Mountain, Dream Cage

hum!hum!hum!

A small hum sounded, getting louder and louder.

The blood-red humanoid phantom began to shake. At the same time, the fierce blades composed of hellfire that were inserted into various parts of the body began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Devour!

eager!

Tom Riddle stood not far away, feeling the emotions coming from the Hellfire.

The number of hellfires became smaller and smaller until they were all completely swallowed up.

Tom Riddle also clearly felt the irrational and irrational desire of the bloodworm.

Looking at the blood mist opposite, Tom Riddle not only did not feel any worry or fear, but a strange light flashed in his eyes.

A crazy idea came into his mind.

He wanted to be free of Lockhart's clutches.

But the fire of hell cannot be extinguished.

But what I see before my eyes is this strange little bloody bug.

But he can devour the fire of hell without any scruples.

Although in the end, it still ended in death.

But Tom clearly discovered that as the opponent continued to adapt, it would definitely be able to completely devour the hellfire.

What is this equivalent to?

The nemesis of Hellfire has appeared.

And this gave Tom a chance to break free.

God knows, he has been going crazy these days trying to break free from the constraints of the hellfire, and the resources and materials he has consumed are incalculable.

but……

Staring at Voldemort's murderous eyes.

Tom knew that it would be impossible to get help from the other party.

Even if the other party agrees, he might want to swallow you up.

It’s not the other person’s fault. If it were him, he would think the same.

After all, in this situation, whoever swallows whom will benefit greatly.

Click!Click!Click!

There was a crackling sound, and in just one or two seconds, Voldemort was free from his restraints.

"Tom, what do you want to do?"

Voldemort couldn't believe there was no reason why Tom hadn't done anything to him just now.

He seemed to vaguely feel that something good was about to happen, but it didn't seem very good.

tread!tread!tread!

Tom didn't reply, but stepped forward, raised a long flaming whip in his right hand and swung it in the wind.

Bang!

The long whip hit the blood-red body, and with a bang, it went straight through.

Although he was a little surprised, he did not hesitate and swung his left claw wrapped in hellfire and grabbed the opponent's heart fiercely.

call!call!

The flames expanded greatly, as if they were fueled by some kind of fuel.

However, the left paw still passed through the blood-red figure, and despite the flames of hell burning, he still did not make any movements.

No, he smiled.

Voldemort looked at Tom Riddle opposite him and smiled hideously and cruelly.

hum!

The moment Tom grabbed Voldemort, buzzing sounds were heard and the surrounding blood-red mist began to spread along the arm towards Tom's limbs.

Tom seemed ready to break free, but he felt a fierce force holding him tightly.

call!

As the thought turned, the fire of hell suddenly expanded, burning the blood-red arms and mist.

However, it seems that I have adapted to it long ago.

The hellfire that could originally burn the Blood Worms into ashes in an instant now seemed powerless.

After burning for a short while, a faint burnt smell could be smelled.

This is the smell of a corpse.

What surprised Voldemort was that Tom didn't seem to resist at all.

No, it seemed to be resisting, but not with all its heart.

It seems to be waiting for something.

This made Voldemort feel vaguely uneasy.

The blazing fire of hell is burning.

The blood-red blood abyss worm was devouring non-stop.

He was adapting to this strange fire.

What was once like a flame of heaven and earth to it now seemed like just a flame.

It was a little hot, but it didn't seem to be lethal.

Feeling the flames of hell inside his body began to decay, a gleam appeared in Tom's eyes.

Without hesitation, further stimulation, the hellfire released its final strength.

He had no defense at all and put his life in the hands of the hellfire.

Let the fire of hell protect you.

This is gambling on your life!

At the same time, you are also gambling your way to freedom!

call!call!call!

Voldemort was feeling somewhat uncertain at the moment. Tom seemed to be resisting, but not very hard.

Are you seeking death?

No, he is definitely not that kind of person.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will stubbornly live on.

Voldemort thought silently in his heart.

However, there was no hesitation in his action. He controlled the Blood Abyss Worm and continued to devour the hellfire on the opponent's body.

Just swallow the fire of hell.

Then Tom was like a lobster in its shell.

He can enjoy the freshest shrimp meat.

Yes, he was going to swallow Tom, just as Tom wanted to swallow him.

The two of them are of the same origin. As long as Voldemort swallows Tom, not only will his strength increase, but he will also have a chance to control the hellfire controlled by the other party.

How could Voldemort miss such a good thing?

hum!hum!hum!

The sharp buzzing sound continued, causing the Death Eaters behind him to cover their ears in an attempt to stop the noise.

However, none of these seemed to outweigh the fear in their hearts.

In their eyes, the once invincible master seemed to be caught and bound by that blood-red figure.

The hellfire that was originally rising on his body also became a little dim.

You can even vaguely see clear white bones.

How could this not make them feel scared?

Voldemort on the opposite side obviously became a lunatic, and they could clearly sense tens of thousands of killings contained in the blood-red mist behind the opponent.

That is an incalculable number.

Working under such people, whether you can keep your own life or not is a matter of opinion.

Why did they leave Voldemort and choose Tom before?

Isn’t it because Voldemort’s condition is a little unstable?

The situation is even more unstable now, how can they not worry.

Just as they were looking at the battlefield nervously, suddenly, the Death Eaters' pupils shrank.

They saw...

A slightly thin colorful arm suddenly appeared from the sky and grabbed Tom Riddle.

Pull it out from the bondage of the blood-red mist.

I saw a skeleton being gently held in the colorful arms, with wisps of hellfire coming out of the skeleton.

At this moment, Tom Riddle's heart changed, and a feeling of regret emerged instantly, but then he forced himself to suppress it.

What a pity.

He had almost exhausted all the fire of hell.

As long as he runs out of energy, you can start the first step to break free.

however……

Lockhart's rescue made him give up this idea and he dared not even think about it.

He knew the other party's level of divine consciousness absorption, and he had even been a test subject many times before.

Therefore, it is necessary to suppress any thoughts of wanting to escape in your heart and ensure that they cannot be seen.

but……

It’s such a pity, such a pity.

He was only one step away from leaving Lockhart and enjoying true freedom.

At this moment, Voldemort returned to his original body shape, staring at the colorful figure opposite him with a grim expression.