Chapter 426: Mutation

Bad luck!!!

Voldemort was activating the curse on Ivan, and within seconds he would die.

With his blood flowing, the black snake pattern ran up his arm.

In addition to the searing pain, Ivan felt his strength, magic and vitality quickly dissipate and be consumed by the curse.

He could hardly cast another spell against Voldemort.

Ivan's body grew heavier and heavier, to the point where he barely felt able to keep his eyelids open.

"Impotent fool, under my curse, greet your death!" Voldemort roared fiercely, "I shall regain my strength and return once more!"

Under the effect of Ivan's last spell, the vampire's body that Voldemort clung to was wounded.

Like an Inferi, he struggled to get closer to Ivan.

But he was so badly wounded that he only took two steps before he immediately fell to the ground.

Voldemort let out a high-pitched, impatient roar. He flew out of the body and ran towards Ivan like a black ghost.

Black smoke filled the entire chamber, advancing with terrible momentum.

Coming into contact with Voldemort, Ivan felt as if he had fallen into dark, cold water.

He sank, landing in endless darkness.

The power of the curse grew stronger and stronger, wreaking havoc on Ivan's body, devouring magic, light, hope, and anything else he could find.

Ivan even began to hallucinate, and he heard someone calling his name all the time.

Just when he was in despair, the Philosopher's Stone suddenly came out of the Slytherin Locket hanging from his chest.

It floated into Ivan's chest, emitting a soft red light, dispelling Voldemort's power.

Under the influence of warm magic, the power of the curse on Ivan was quickly reduced.

The black smoke made by the magic was isolated by the soft light. Voldemort spun around Ivan and looked greedily at the Philosopher's Stone floating in his chest; he could feel that there was enormous magic inside!

That was the power he had been dreaming of. He wanted to get it, but now he was a mere shadow and vapor. He could do nothing without physical help.

"CARESIUS, HELP ME GET THAT PHILOSOPHAL STONE!" Voldemort shouted loudly. "HELP ME GET IT, DON'T FORGET OUR ORIGINAL AGREEMENT!"

Caresius hesitated for a moment before saying quietly, "As you wish!"

He approached Ivan, who had fallen to the ground, ready to remove the Philosopher's Stone from his chest.

But before he acted, the chamber began to shake rapidly, the whole place shook violently, and large, huge boulders fell from above.

The magic in the air was completely out of control, for the evil god was about to arrive!

With a bang, the green magic barrier finally broke.

The magic left behind by the fallen centaurs in this temple had been broken. They had recovered from their skeletons to their former bodies, and the air was filled with old, evil smells.

Caresius paused and frowned at the altar in the center of the chamber.

"I am puzzled..." he said softly, raising his wand.

"Welcome the arrival of your destruction!" As if in answer to him, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

This seemed to be a signal. The voice simply fell, centered on the altar, and the bodies of the fallen centaurs around him began to change rapidly.

Their skin was unevenly bulging, as if something was about to burst.

Crack, Crack, Crack....

The strange scalp-numbing sound lingered in the chamber, emitted by the centaurs who had just regained their flesh and blood, turning into hideous monsters.

With what strength he had left, Ivan lifted his head slightly and saw many of the monsters he had seen in the Moon Temple illusion.

It was that mushroom-insect body he had already seen. Their heads were those strange creatures with oval pores and holes all over.

They buzzed and ran toward the bewildered vampires.

Behind them, there were many other monsters that Ivan had only seen in the ancient murals of the fallen centaurs, which were even more terrible in appearance.

The monster's huge body was distorted, and it emitted a terrible roar. Its legs were two and a half feet long and had horrible claws.

Just when Ivan thought he had seen it all, another lower limb appeared in front of him.

Then a huge arm covered in black fur appeared from its torso, splitting in two at the front, and each grew a hand like a paw.

It had two bright pink eyes. The newly awakened giant monster, with its head as big as a barrel, staggered out.

The two eyes protruded up to two inches on either side of the head, protected by thick hair and bones. The most terrifying thing about the head was its huge mouth: it grew not horizontally, but vertically, filled with huge yellow teeth, which cracked from the top of the head to the bottom.

In the black smoke made by Voldemort, it looked even more terrifying.

The vampires were in a mess. Curses, screams, Voldemort's curses and monster roars coincided, filling the subway chamber.

Ivan had a terrible headache. He had the illusion that the room turned into a terrible hell almost instantly.

Now, no one was paying attention to him. The vampires were fighting the monsters.

Only Voldemort was still circling around Ivan, hoping to break through his last line of defense and kill him to get the Philosopher's Stone.

However, he was unable to break the Stone's blockade.

A few seconds later, Ivan felt himself moving slowly. He saw two gray, hideous, wrinkled monsters coming out of the ground.

They grabbed Ivan's legs and dragged him towards the altar.

There, the remaining half of the Philosopher's Stone glowed red, reflecting off the statue of the evil god.

They were ready to take it and offer it to the evil god.

"STOP THEM, STOP THEM!" Voldemort snarled. "Caresius, kill the boy and bring me the Philosopher's Stone!"

But it was too late. There were countless monsters filling in between Ivan and the vampires.

"Welcome to destruction, human!" The whisper of the evil spirit echoed. "Soon, it will all be over, and your weak courage will soon disappear. Close your eyes and sleep forever, my minion will devour your rotting body!"

The spirit of evil was growing stronger and stronger, and all that was needed was a body to reach the real world.

"NO!" Voldemort screamed, the black mist swirling.

It was like a torrential river, rushing towards Ivan, instantly crushing the two unspeakable monsters who were not protected by the Philosopher's Stone into dust.

In order to compete for Ivan's Philosopher's Stone, the evil god and Voldemort faced each other.