Chapter 426 Mutation
Alas! Voldemort was unleashing the curse on Evan, and in a few seconds, he would die.
With the flow of his blood, the pattern of the black snake rose directly up his arm.
In addition to the acute pain, Evan felt his strength, magic, and vitality rapidly dissipating, consumed by the curse.
With great effort, he cast another spell against Voldemort and let his wand drop feebly.
Evan's body became heavier and heavier, to the point where he could barely keep his eyelids open.
"Foolish weakling, under my curse, bid farewell to your death!" Voldemort roared fiercely, "I will regain my strength and return once more!"
Under the effect of Evan's final spell, the body of the vampire Voldemort clung to was injured.
Like an Inferius, it struggled to approach Evan.
However, it was so badly wounded that it only took two steps before immediately falling to the ground.
Voldemort let out an impatient, sharp roar. He flew directly out of the body and lunged towards Evan like a black phantom.
The black smoke filled the entire chamber, advancing with a fearsome momentum.
Upon contact with Voldemort, Evan felt as though he had plunged into dark, cold water.
He sank, falling into endless darkness.
The power of the curse grew stronger, wreaking havoc on Evan's body, devouring magic, light, hope, and everything in its path.
Evan began to hallucinate, constantly hearing someone calling his name.
Just as he was despairing, the Philosopher's Stone suddenly flew out of the locket of Slytherin hanging from his chest.
It hovered above Evan's chest, emitting a soft red light, dissipating Voldemort's power.
Under the influence of a warm magic, the curse's power over Evan rapidly diminished.
The black magic smoke was isolated by the gentle light. Voldemort surrounded Evan and greedily eyed the Philosopher's Stone floating on his chest; he could sense the immense magic it contained!
It was the power he had been dreaming of. He wanted to obtain it, but now he was just a shadow and vapor. He could do nothing without physical assistance.
"CARESIUS, HELP ME OBTAIN THAT PHILOSOPHER'S STONE!" Voldemort shouted forcefully. "HELP ME GET IT, DO NOT FORGET OUR ORIGINAL AGREEMENT!"
Caresius hesitated for a moment before saying softly, "As you wish!"
He approached Evan, who had fallen to the ground, ready to take the Philosopher's Stone from his chest.
But before he could act, the chamber began to shake rapidly, the entire place trembled violently, and large rocks fell from above.
The magic in the air was completely out of control, as the evil god was about to arrive!
With a bang, the green magical barrier finally broke.
The magic left by the fallen Centaurs in this Temple had been shattered. They had returned from their bones to their former bodies, and the air was filled with ancient and malevolent diseases.
Caresius paused and frowned towards the altar in the center of the chamber.
"I sense something unfamiliar..." he said softly, raising his wand.
"Welcome the arrival of your destruction!" As if in response to him, the cold voice suddenly sounded.
This seemed to be a signal. The voice had just fallen, centered on the altar, and the bodies of the fallen Centaurs around it began to change rapidly.
Their skin bulged irregularly, as if something was about to burst out.
Creak, creak, creak...
The strange scalp-numbing sound echoed in the chamber, emitted by the Centaurs who had just regained their flesh and blood, turning into horrible monsters.
With the little strength he had left, Evan lifted his head slightly and saw many of the monsters he had seen in the illusion of the Temple of the Moon.
They were those bodies of fungi and insects he had already seen. Their heads were of a strange creature with oval and filtering pores all over it.
They buzzed and pounced on the bewildered vampires.
Behind them, there were multiple other monsters that Evan had only seen in the ancient murals of the Fallen Centaurs, which were even more terrifying in appearance.
The enormous body of the monster was distorted and emitted a terrible roar. Its legs were two and a half feet long and had horrifying claws.
Just when Evan thought he had seen it all, another subordinate member appeared before him.
Next, a massive arm covered in black fur emerged from its torso, splitting into two at the front, each growing a hand resembling a paw.
It had two dazzling pink eyes. The newly awakened gigantic monster, with a head as large as a barrel, staggered out.
The two eyes protruded up to two inches on each side of the head, protected by thick hair and bones. The most terrifying part of the head was its enormous mouth: it didn't grow horizontally, but vertically, full of huge yellow teeth, extending straight from the top of the head to the bottom.
In the black smoke created by Voldemort, it looked even more terrifying.
The vampires were in chaos. Curses, screams, Voldemort's curses, and monster roars coincided, filling the underground chamber.
Evan had a terrible headache. He had the illusion that the room had almost instantly turned into a dreadful hell.
Now, no one was paying attention to him. The vampires were fighting monsters.
Only Voldemort kept circling around Evan, hoping to break his last line of defense and kill him to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.
However, he could not break the Stone's barrier.
A few seconds later, Evan felt himself being dragged slowly. He saw two gray, ghastly, wrinkled monsters emerge from the earth.
They grabbed Evan's legs and dragged him towards the altar.
There, the remaining half of the Philosopher's Stone shone red, reflecting on the statue of the evil god.
They were ready to take him and offer him to the evil god.
"STOP THEM, STOP THEM!" Voldemort growled. "Caresius, kill the boy and bring me the Philosopher's Stone!"
But it was too late. Countless monsters filled the space between Evan and the vampires.
"Welcome the destruction, human!" echoed the whisper of the evil spirit. "Soon, it will all be over, and your feeble courage will vanish. Close your eyes and sleep forever. My servant will devour your rotten body!"
The spirit of the evil god was becoming more powerful, needing only a body to enter the real world.
"NO!" Voldemort shouted, the black mist rolling.
It was like a raging river, approaching Evan, instantly crushing into dust the two indescribable monsters not shielded by the mist of the Philosopher's Stone in their legs.
To fight for Evan's Philosopher's Stone, the evil god and Voldemort were in a confrontation!