章 99: Chapter 97 - The Death of Voldemort (1)
The attack by the Death Eaters on Diagon Alley caused a dark cloud to cover all of England. Fear, which had not manifested since the beginning of the war, exploded all at once. People began to leave the country en masse, making the situation extremely complex.
Upon seeing the low morale of the soldiers in the camp, Asterion's face became extremely grim; a pentagram appeared in his eyes, reflecting his feelings at that moment.
The entire sense of security and the belief that the war was under control, which he and Dumbledore had created, was shattered by the attack on Diagon Alley. Fear and uncertainty completely reversed the morale on the battlefield. Even the victory of advancing on the battlefield did not change this feeling. Even the death of three level 1 wizards on the Death Eaters' side did not change anything.
The death of hundreds of witches and wizards in Diagon Alley made uncertainty cloud everyone's thoughts on the battlefield, and they wondered if their families would be the next victims. This was a common concern in the minds of almost everyone.
Asterion knew he had to do something to boost morale; otherwise, even if this war was won, the image of the Clock Tower would be one of weakness and incapacity. Technically, Dumbledore, with his incomparable prestige in the soldiers' minds, was the most suitable to boost morale, but since he was not at the camp, this role fell on the shoulders of the Heir of Black.
But Asterion was not very good with words, so instead of giving an epic and motivating speech to all the soldiers, he used actions instead of pretty words. He would kill Voldemort at that moment, promoting that the Clock Tower was powerful and could guide England to a better future.
Below Asterion, a curtain of black smoke manifested, and Nidhogg emerged from the portal with his master on his head. The enormous crimson dragon rose to the skies, attracting the attention of everyone, be it the soldiers of the Clock Tower or the Death Eaters.
Even the war that was happening at that moment on the battlefield completely ceased. The brutal and terrifying appearance of the enormous oriental dragon made the Death Eaters feel insignificant before that brutal force of nature.
With the enormous dragon winding through the sky, Asterion above Nidhogg's head slowly closed his eyes and felt. Because of his Innate Technique, he could sense negative magical energy, and in his senses, the entire battlefield and England were filled with negative magical energy bubbling like soup in a cauldron.
Like a maestro, he extended his hands forward and moved them. Before the eyes of thousands of witches and wizards, all the blue negative magical energy on the battlefield transformed into rivers of icy blue energy and flowed toward the sky, precisely to Asterion atop Nidhogg.
He continued, molding this energy into a cruel and cold melody, where parents bury their children and children bury their fathers, a song of hatred, resentment, and fear, an endless cycle of hatred where both sides killed each other on the whimsical orders of others.
–War.
The cursed spirit began to take shape as Asterion poured more of his desires into the core of the cursed spirit. Soon, a gigantic figure appeared above the battlefield.
Piercing through its skull was the body of a gun, below which was a grotesque mouth full of teeth resembling knives. Its hands were rifles and machine guns, its chest was strong and broad with bones protruding outward, and instead of legs, it had bullet belts swaying in the wind.
When the cursed spirit fully manifested in the sky, a malevolent and cold feeling spread through the surroundings. The immense amount of negative magical energy subtly changed the environment, bringing an incomparable chill. Even the Death Eaters hugged themselves, trying to seek some warmth in the immense feeling of coldness and cruelty emanating from the Cursed Spirit floating in the sky.
Even Voldemort stepped out of his tent and looked in its direction with a calm and composed look. Despite the powerful cursed spirit, his lips curled into a cold smile.
Seeing the Gun Demon before him, Asterion lowered his hand, making the enormous cursed spirit follow his movements and take a posture that resembled someone kneeling before their king.
It can be said that this image would remain in the minds of countless people for a long time, earning Asterion his first epithet.
– Prince of Evil.
Asterion commanded the cursed spirit to aim at the enemy camp with a calm expression.
When the cursed spirit turned and aimed at the Death Eaters' camp, everyone in it felt a chill run through their bodies, trembling from head to toe.
Voldemort, seeing this, showed an expression of dissatisfaction with the acts of clear betrayal of the customs of war.
Pawn attacks Pawn, and King attacks King.
Rising into the air, the dark lord elevated himself to the same level as Asterion.
"What is the meaning of this, Asterion?" Voldemort spoke, his voice cold and his expression impassive, even before two gigantic cursed spirits.
"Can't you see, Tom? I'm training." Showing a relaxed expression, Asterion, atop Nidhogg's head, crossed his legs and responded casually, not bothering to invent a better lie. He even called Voldemort by his real name on purpose to irritate him.
Hearing the name he was called, Voldemort's face contorted. "If you want to fight, say so, don't hide behind obvious lies."
"That was extremely rude. I'm obviously training, can't you see?" To prove he was telling the truth, Asterion made the Gun Demon fire millions of shots at a nearby mountain, deliberately passing over the Death Eaters' camp.
The mountain, which took the full impact, ceased to exist the next moment, and a powerful explosion reverberated across the horizon, shaking the entire battlefield as if an earthquake had struck.
"See, I'm training." Showing an innocent look on his face, Asterion spoke with a firm and determined tone.
"Hahahaha." Voldemort began to laugh, a cold and hissing laugh, his gaze filled with anger at Asterion's obvious lie. He raised his hand and murmured.
"Innate Spell Manipulation – Corruption of Evil Gods – Universal Decay."
A halo of dark energy appeared in both of Voldemort's hands as he took a fighting stance, looking coldly at Asterion.
Seeing Voldemort's actions, Asterion laughed and pointed his finger upwards, murmuring calmly, his voice spreading across the battlefield.
"Innate Spell Manipulation – Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits – Summoning."Above Asterion, ten gigantic vortices of the purest darkness manifested. The enormous amount of negative magical energy drastically changed the environment, making the world seem to take on a darker hue.
The witches and wizards below, seeing the two leaders finally about to clash, quickly disappeared from the battlefield. No one wanted to be killed casually by the shockwaves when the battle officially began.
Asterion wanted to laugh but restrained himself. Unlike the fight against the special-grade wizard using Mustafa's body, today he could fully manifest his cursed spirits without being drained in an instant."You die today, Tom Marvolo Riddle." Asterion spoke, his voice cold as a pentagram appeared in his red eyes. A full suit of armor with a crown floating above his head manifested on him. Today he would go all out against Voldemort, and the Dark Lord who had terrorized the British Isles would die today, like a sacrificial animal for his future.
"We'll see about that, Asterion Black." Voldemort pronounced coldly, his eyes like those of a snake staring at its prey.
When he finished speaking, the Dark Lord disappeared and reappeared in front of the crimson dragon, punching it with colossal force.
*Boom!*
The punch smashed Nidhogg's entire face, splattering a large amount of purple blood. Voldemort didn't stop; he spun in the air and kicked towards Asterion's head.
Asterion raised his arms and blocked the kick but was thrown backward, sliding through the air at great speed.
After stabilizing himself in the air, Asterion looked at his arms where the kick had landed. His black armor with numerous terrifying red eyes was falling apart, and he could feel an aura of decay corroding his armor.
Pouring more magical energy into the armor, it fully regenerated in an instant.
"That was a good kick," Asterion murmured, touching his armored arm. He would have to worry about Voldemort's attacks now; he wasn't a cursed spirit that could regenerate infinitely. If Voldemort's attack hit him without his armor, he would suffer significant damage.
Nidhogg, whose face had been completely distorted by Voldemort's punch, regenerated in the same second and became utterly furious, storm clouds covering half of England. The thunderous sounds reverberated in the sky, with red electric lights dancing like snakes in the black clouds.
The Gun Demon also didn't remain idle, letting out a cruel laugh and pointing its weapons at Voldemort. In the same instant, both Special Grade cursed spirits attacked! Bullets the size of houses and gigantic bolts of lightning assailed Voldemort, who showed no concern for the attacks. A black halo covered his entire body, enveloping him like a flickering flame.
All attacks, no matter how powerful, were forced to decay when they touched the black energy halo, turning into nothing. With his hair fluttering in the fierce winds caused by Nidhogg's stormy weather, the black pentagram in Asterion's eyes began to spin, analyzing everything and anything related to Voldemort's innate technique.
In Asterion's mind, countless mathematical forms, graphs, and scales began to appear. The overwhelming amount of information distorted his face with agonizing pain. Various other black pentagrams began to appear in his field of vision, a nearly insane, crazed smile forming on his lips.
"Analyze and destroy!" A whisper escaped Asterion's lips. A tiny dark-red lightning bolt shot out from one of his eyes, tearing through the air with a buzzing sound.
Voldemort, who had been calm until a moment ago, felt all the hairs on his body stand on end at the imminent danger, every cell in his body screaming at him to flee as quickly as possible. He only had time to move slightly to the side, attempting to dodge the attack, but a dark-red energy bolt still hit his shoulder. When the dark-red energy bolt struck his shoulder, all matter disintegrated—blood, muscles, bones, and flesh—all turning to nothing, leaving a massive hole from the base of his neck to his shoulder.
Voldemort's eyes widened as he looked at the enormous hole in his shoulder with a horrified and incredulous gaze. The fear of death, hidden since he was a child, exploded all at once. Voldemort's red eyes turned to Asterion, and he finally noticed the pentagram in Asterion's eyes, his own eyes widening even more.
"You're insane! How could you perform that suicidal surgery!!!!" Voldemort screamed hysterically, feeling death approaching. The fear, terror, and envy made him look like a madman at that moment.
"That look on your face is good. I'll put it in an animated portrait at the entrance of the Black Mansion," Asterion said, showing a wide smile. Despite feeling his entire body writhing in pain and his head almost exploding from the sheer amount of information, he felt that all the price he paid was worth it at that moment.
He wondered if this was how Rose felt when using the Six Eyes to their fullest extent. This feeling of omniscience was almost addictive, as if everything was within his grasp.
Voldemort's face twisted grotesquely at Asterion's humiliating words. Joining his hands and making a seal, he opened his mouth and screamed, full of anger and fury.
"Domain Expansion – Final Decay of the Universe."
Asterion was not to be outdone and also used his domain expansion.
"Domain Expansion – Dark Side of the Primordial Universe!"
Both materialized their innate techniques, their souls exposed in the barriers forming around them.
Asterion's expansion emerged behind him like a dark vortex, a cold and lifeless abyssal vastness, swallowing all the malice and sins accumulated by humanity, a pit of all conceivable evil. Voldemort's expansion emerged behind him like a universe at the end of its life, devoid of any sign of life, atoms so still that the already cold universe remained eternally frozen in time.
When the two worlds collided, a mushroom cloud rose to the skies. The ground was torn and shredded, large chunks of earth were hurled upwards, and a violent shockwave swept across the land, dragging everything and anything with it.
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Next Chapter: 98 - The Death of Voldemort (2) And end of the first volume.
Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 99 – Decision (1), Chapter 100 – Decision (2), Chapter 101 – Decision (3), Chapter 102 - The Black Sisters (1), Chapter 103 - The Black Sisters (2), Chapter 104 - Rose's Past (1), Chapter 105 - Arrival of Country Representatives (1), Chapter 106 - Arrival of Country Representatives (2), Chapter 107 - Arrival of Country Representatives (3), Chapter 108 – Party (1), Chapter 109 – Party (2), Chapter 110 - Back To Hogwarts (1), Chapter 111 - Back To Hogwarts (2), Chapter 112 – New Students (1), Chapter 113 – New Students (2), Chapter 114 – Ophelia (1), Chapter 115 – Ophelia (2), Chapter 116 – Doubts (1), Chapter 117 – Humbug (1) .
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