Chapter 1020: Evan VS the Evil God


    Voldemort narrowed his eyes, while retreating, and another jet of green light flew towards Dumbledore.


    Dumbledore’s wand swept upward from the lower right, and arge piece of broken Viking warrior statue was brought up, took the st and shattered into pieces.


    Before the fragments had even hit the floor, Dumbledore had drawn back his wand and waved it as though brandishing a whip.


    A long thin me flew from the tip of the wand and wrapped itself around Voldemort.


    These mes were stronger than Evan’s previous chains. For a moment, Evan thought Dumbledore had controlled Voldemort, but the fiery rope became a serpent, which relinquished its hold upon Voldemort at once and turned, hissing furiously, to face Dumbledore.


    Voldemort vanished. The snake reared from the floor, ready to strike…


    There was a burst of me in midair above Dumbledore just as Voldemort reappeared, with a ferocious smile on his face, his wand emitted a green light toward Dumbledore, and the snake on the ground also seized the opportunity to strike.


    With a bang, the snake was knocked away, and Evan controlled a stone giant to join the fight.


    Ignoring everything, the giant stood in front of Dumbledore, heading straight for the snake.The snake’s fangs bit into the stone giant, sending rocks flying, but it had no effect. Evan controlled the stone giant to smash and trample on it.


    Finally, he brandished his wand, and the snake flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke.


    Meanwhile, Dumbledore continued to advance against Voldemort’s attacks.


    Just as the green light was about to reach him, the phoenix Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide, and swallowed the jet of green light whole. He burst into me and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled, and flightless.


    At the same time, Dumbledore waved his wand vigorously.


    Countless mes flew, starting from Dumbledore’s wand, and entwining Voldemortyer byyer, wrapping him tightly.


    Having dealt with the snake, Evan quickly waved his wand and cast several spells around Voldemort.


    This time, Voldemort was controlled, unable to escape and unable to fight back. His figure shimmered, struggling against Dumbledore’s mes.


    But of no use, the power of the mes was getting stronger and stronger, graduallypressing towards the middle.


    “Ridiculous fighting, this is the strength of you humans, bing weaker and feebler as time goes on, like pitiful ants,” a cold voice suddenly echoed in the depths of their minds. “In the face of the strange and long time, only fear is eternal. Tremble, fear, and wail, ignorant humans, in the presence of the great existence. Create the fear within your heart, and I will be delighted to devour you!”


    It was the evil god!!!


    Evan hurriedly turned his head and saw the statue of the evil god in the corner beginning to glow red.


    As if this was a signal, the entire space of the building trembled.


    A sudden change urred; Voldemort seemed to have gained power from the statue, breaking free from Dumbledore’s restraints.


    Despite the disarray, his scarlet eyes became more and more vicious, ring at Evan and Dumbledore.


    He waved his wand fiercely, and a golden magic rune appeared at his feet.


    In the center, the huge Valkyrie began to emit golden light, and the ancient magic was activated. Like an electric current, one after another dark golden shes traversed the walls and floor of the building, and finally converged on the orb in the hand of the statue.


    Evan heard the sound of music, echoing throughout the building, with horns ring and war drums beating. This was an ancient Viking war song.


    Along with the war song, strange creatures appeared out of nowhere one after another.


    They were all crystal-clear young women, shimmering like ghosts, with angelic wings on their backs, dressed in armor—Valkyries.


    They flew through the sky andnded in front of the shattered statues of Viking warriors.


    A soft light shed, and the fragmented statues quickly restored, swiftly piecing together and standing up again.


    Answering the Valkyries’ call, these ancient warriors were ready for battle.


    They seemed to be stronger and more fearless, taking up weapons and approaching Evan and Dumbledore again.


    “It’s Gellert’s magic. Stay here and don’t move, Evan!” said Dumbledore, his face suddenly changed, “Not good!”


    He vanished, and Voldemort disappeared as well!


    Without Voldemort’s control, the newly awakened Viking warriors all stood there and turned into statues again.


    The ghostly Valkyries were flying in the air, but Voldemort did not seem to think that relying on them alone could defeat Dumbledore.


    He had other ns, and the abyss below returned to calmness, with only the tiny baby Fawkes croaking feebly on the floor.


    On the top tform of the building, a new battle started again.


    Harry could only see shes of light below, feeling anxious to go down and see what was happening.


    But Sirius and Mad-Eye Moody refused to let him go down. At this moment, without any warning, Harry’s scar suddenly burst open.


    He saw Sirius and Moody falling back, as if struck back by some force, and shouting.


    He couldn’t hear them; all he knew was that he was about to die. It was pain beyond imagination, pain past endurance.


    Voldemort disappeared from the depths of the abyss, vanished from Evan and Dumbledore’s front. It wasn’t Apparition, but a strange magic on the soul. Harry was firmly locked in the coils of a creature with red eyes, so tightly bound that Harry did not know where his body ended and the creature’s began. They were fused together, bound by pain, and there was no escape.


    And when the creature spoke, it used Harry’s mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move.


    “Kill me now, Dumbledore… “


    Harry was blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release.


    “Show me, Dumbledore. If death is nothing, kill this boy…”


    Let the pain stop, thought Harry. Let him kill us… End it, Dumbledore….


    He felt his feet leave the tform, and his body began to fall rapidly…


    At the bottom of the abyss, Evan did not follow. He knew Voldemort was starting to use Harry again, but Dumbledore would handle it.


    He had bigger trouble here; ine had pounced on Caresius.


    Evan could feel the connection between Caresius and the statue of the evil god.


    This vampire had very little vitality left, and with every loss, the power on the evil god’s statue became stronger.


    Although the statue hadn’t changed since the voice earlier, and it seemed to have exhausted all its umted power, Evan knew it was still there, waiting for an opportunity. If he didn’t cut off the connection between it and Caresius soon, Caresius was undoubtedly doomed.


    In that case, the next step was his battleground for the fight!


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