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Chapter 325: Confrontation
Chapter 325: Confrontation
Soup is a very common dish, becoming a regular guest at dining tables ever since humans learned to cook with fire. Its popularity stems from its versatility; the wealthy can enjoy soups made from luxurious ingredients like bird's nest, ginseng, shark fin, and abalone, while the poor can make do with a simple broth of wild vegetables. However, the soup in front of Liam was both extremely precious and impossible to drink—it was a soup made from a Dark Lord.
According to nutritionists, regardless of how long the soup is simmered, the primary nutrients remain in the ingredients. For example, the main nutrition in old hen soup comes from the hen itself. The same principle applies to the Dark Lord soup, and due to the nature of the ingredient, the effect is even more pronounced. The half-dead Dark Lord, after being stewed in the pot, absorbed the nutrients and repaired his injuries, eventually walking out on his own!
However, his two lackeys weren't so lucky. One was charred to a crisp by the Wildfire, and the other was decapitated. Voldemort had to emerge from the pot in a rather undignified manner and then wave his hand at the two corpses. Immediately, Barty Crouch Jr.'s bloodstained wizard robes and the three wands from their bodies flew into Voldemort's hands.
Upon seeing his wands, Voldemort let out a roar of rage. His own yew wand had been on Peter Pettigrew, but the Wildfire had burned both Peter and his wand to ashes. This was a source of immense anger for him.
At this moment, Liam noticed that the white mist in the clearing had dissipated. He quickly swung his two daggers, releasing a barrage of magic. In an instant, numerous energy balls composed of flame and shadow flew toward Voldemort, who was still howling to the sky.
"Who are you? Why are you opposing me?" Voldemort, the Dark Lord who had wreaked havoc in the European wizarding world, effortlessly conjured a massive silver shield from the air to block the incoming magic. He then directed his question toward the source of the attack.
"You think you can kill me, but these are nothing more than trivial obstacles to me. Ha, I've got you now—" With this, Voldemort swung the wand he had taken from Barty Crouch Jr. Even though the wand was not his own, the Killing Curse he cast was still incredibly powerful. Liam, sensing the danger, quickly jumped to another tree before the spell hit. However, he swallowed hard when he saw a massive tree, thick enough for a person to hug, being cleanly split in half by Voldemort's Killing Curse.
"It looks like a prolonged battle is out of the question. Even with my advantages, I can't match Voldemort's decades of experience and immense magical power. The current stalemate is only due to the element of surprise, but once Voldemort regains his composure and understands my tactics, this advantage will quickly disappear."
With this thought, Liam decided to use his ultimate move. He knew that even with his ultimate move, he couldn't defeat Voldemort, but forcing the Dark Lord to retreat, especially since he had just emerged from the pot and was using an unfamiliar wand, should be manageable. If that didn't work, he could always run.
Liam launched another wave of spells, forcing Voldemort to defend while he quickly shifted his position. He then pulled out two test tubes from his waist pouch, each filled with an ounce of liquid. These liquids had a metallic sheen, one red and the other black.
"This time, I'm going all in", Liam muttered as he removed the stoppers. The liquids in the test tubes flowed automatically to the blades of his daggers. Strangely, the volume of the liquids seemed to change, filling the test tubes to the brim but only coating the daggers with a thin layer.
"I hope the power of Mercury Lamp and Crimson is real", Liam thought. He then simultaneously swung his two daggers, drawing intricate patterns in the air while chanting a spell in High Valyrian.
Liam’s current Magic was more akin to a divine spell than actual Magic. The liquid in the test tubes he used to coat the daggers was Heavenly Silver, which is essentially unclaimed Faith Power. Before setting out, Liam had asked Crimson and Mercury Lamp to each place a personal token in one of the test tubes: a black feather and a blood-red rose petal, respectively.
With these tokens added, the Heavenly Silver transformed into the divine power of their respective deities in the World of Ice and Fire. This allowed him to channel the power of gods from another world in this one.
As Liam chanted, the two daggers began to undergo a transformation. Shadows enveloped the black dagger in layers of dark mist, with a faint green glow emanating from it. The flame dagger, on the other hand, grew brighter and brighter until it turned into a blinding white, like a miniature sun.
Voldemort naturally noticed these changes. However, perhaps due to the strong deceptive effect of Liam’s current body, Voldemort simply kept firing Killing Curses at him. Despite this, all of Voldemort’s Killing Curses missed, leaving a trail of broken trees in the forest.
This wasn’t because Voldemort lacked skill; rather, he had never encountered a Wizard who moved as fast as Liam. Even a Werewolf in wolf form couldn’t keep up.
Finally, Liam’s Magic preparation was complete. Although the process took less than three minutes, it felt like hours under Voldemort’s relentless attacks.
Voldemort was indeed not accustomed to an opponent like Liam, but his immense power and extensive experience allowed him to quickly discern Liam’s patterns. Liam felt that if Voldemort had another three to five minutes, he would fully adapt to his fighting style, leaving Liam with no choice but to flee.
“Divine Punishment,” Liam pointed the two daggers at Voldemort and recited the final spell in Valyrian. As Voldemort turned his head, he saw two beams of light—one black and one white—racing toward him. Simultaneously, layers of pressure from the surrounding dimensions prevented him from escaping through Apparition or Smoke.
“I have conquered death,” Voldemort shouted, a line that Liam found somewhat pretentious. He swiftly waved his wand, creating layer upon layer of barriers in front of him. His speed was so fast that Liam was amazed.
“Voldemort’s dangerous bodily modifications didn’t just alter his affinity with Magic; they also enhanced his physical strength. He might even be able to engage in hand-to-hand combat with a Giant,” Liam speculated as he watched Voldemort’s movements blur into afterimages.
Due to the different worlds, even burning Heavenly Silver to cast a divine spell resulted in a significantly weaker effect compared to a true divine spell. However, even a sliver of the Power of the Rules contained within a divine spell could unleash immense strength.
One by one, the barriers shattered under the impact of the light beams. Voldemort, seeing the situation turn dire, spat out a mouthful of black blood. This blood, under his command, formed a black shield that seemed to absorb all surrounding light. The two beams of light collided with the shield and became locked in a stalemate.
“Hmm? Is this an understanding of the rules?” Liam thought, observing the shield. After a few more attempts to break through, he realized, “So, the top Wizards in this world have also touched the Power of the Rules.”
Although Liam was only burning Heavenly Silver, guiding such an attack placed a tremendous strain on his soul. After several seconds of stalemate, he felt a wave of fatigue. Chanting another spell, he released the two daggers, which transformed into two points of light and crashed into Voldemort’s black shield.
(End of Chapter)
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