Kayson appeared in front of Barty Crouch Jr.., and without saying a word, he threw a dense stream of death essence directly at Barty Crouch Jr. Jr.
He then quickly used Transfiguration to Transfiguration a stone wall, which barely managed to block the curse, which was just as deadly as the Avada Kedavra.
However, what followed was an ordinary little wooden axe, which chopped at the stone wall with a dull yet crisp sound.
Creation God. Earth River Chariot!
In an instant, the earthen river car—no, the stone wall extended by the power of the Creator God—smashed Barty Crouch Jr.. away with the force of Optimus Prime's impact.
We all live with all our might...
Kayson, who had wrecked Barty Crouch Jr.. in the blink of an eye, grinned maliciously at Voldemort: "You wait, this time I'll stuff you into a volcano."
Voldemort, who was playing cat and mouse with Steve, turned around and glanced at Kayson: "Let's see if you've got this kind of thing going on."
In the few seconds it took him to speak, Steve's Netherite Sword had been completely fused into Voldemort's chest cavity. Then, he waved his wand, and Avada Kedavra towards Steve, slamming it heavily into Steve's chest.
"You're brainless. I'm not alive now." Steve, despite holding the sword, still raised his middle finger.
Seeing this, Voldemort changed his magic, unleashing a Fiendfyre at Steve. He continued scratching his bald head, letting the devastating Fiendfyre lash out at him.
There is no other way, the code for the fire retardant potion is "Fire Spell".
As for why?
Go talk to Marcus Porson!
On the other side, Kayson quickly caught Voldemort's momentary daze and swung his axe directly at Voldemort.
As the axe was deflected by Voldemort's random magical power and fell to his feet, Voldemort instantly felt a tremor from the inside out.
Swish swish swish swish!
Four stone spikes pierced Voldemort's chest, and under the influence of the Creator God, these spikes continued to grow, becoming larger and larger.
However, the current Voldemort is even more bizarre. His entire body is like a rubber doll with no limits, constantly being stretched larger and larger by the four stone spikes.
Without the slightest hesitation, Kayson hurled an incredibly dense mass of death essence heavily at Voldemort.
Voldemort's body suddenly spat out Steve's Nether Netherite sword with a pop, barely blocking the death elemental.
Seeing this, Kayson said nothing, and began to swing his first Death Essence, once again aiming it at Voldemort.
This time, Voldemort didn't have the Netherite Sword to defend himself.
As the extremely concentrated death essence fell upon Voldemort and eventually slowly merged into Voldemort body, the scene that Kayson and Steve had originally expected— Voldemort dying instantly—did not occur.
On the contrary, Voldemort seemed even more excited, and correspondingly, Voldemort consciousness was more active and more chaotic.
" Kayson, what's going on?" Steve picked up his sword and stood behind Kayson to ask.
"Who knows what tricks this guy has up his sleeve now..." Kayson said, picking up the small wooden axe from the ground.
The next moment, a massive Obsidian block that blotted out the sky trapped Voldemort, who had lost all mobility and reason, inside it.
"Don't let him die, just keep him here! Can't we just treat it as a seal?" Steve said.
Kayson shook his head. "The monocle shows that he no longer has a soul; his soul has somehow escaped."
"Slippery as an eel," Steve complained.
"That's it, isn't that Voldemort? A rat in the shadows, not a beast in the open." Kayson sighed slowly as he watched Voldemort's health continue to drop to red.
Finally, as the life attributes of Voldemort's body completely dissipated, Kayson waved his hand and threw the huge corpse into the crater.
" Horcrux ... Horcrux ..." Kayson murmured, " Voldemort is not scary at all. As long as we find and get Horcrux, he is at most just a powerful Dark Wizard."
"None of us have denied this...wait... Kayson, look at that thing, what is it?" Steve's eyes suddenly blazed with fire as he stared in astonishment at the strange light emanating from the lava pool below.
"Too far, the monocle can't detect it." Kayson said, taking out a splash-type Draught of Living Death and throwing it at his own head, where it hit him hard.
"I'll go down and take a look," Kayson said, and jumped down.
Whoosh... duang!
"Holy crap! I forgot about the fall damage from lava!" Kayson's groan came from below.
"Are you alright?" Steve poked his head out and made a soft, whistling sound towards Kayson below.
"It's nothing." Kayson sighed helplessly. He had only felt pain, but he wasn't actually injured.
After complaining, he slowly swam towards the glittering thing in the center of the lava pool.
Standing atop the crater, Steve tapped his head in confusion. "What do you see?"
After retrieving the object, Kayson suddenly returned to Steve's side. "A piece of rubber tree resin that can withstand the burning of lava... This thing is unusual." Kayson looked at the sticky, brownish-yellow substance in his hand and said with some doubt.
A piece of resin with no magic whatsoever was the only substance in Voldemort's body that could not be destroyed by the lava, which shows that the power of this resin was definitely not low, yet no magic could be felt in it.
"This has touched on a blind spot in my knowledge," Kayson murmured.
"Let's go back and ask Dumbledore," Steve suggested.
"Hmm, that's it. Let's go back to Hogwarts."
Kayson nodded, Enderman's Stand enveloped the two of them. The next moment, they suddenly appeared in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.
"I've destroyed Voldemort's new body, but letting him resurrect indefinitely isn't a good idea. Finding the Soul is urgent. Also, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, you two take a look at this." Kayson placed the piece of resin on the desk.
Dumbledore, slightly relieved, glanced down at the piece of resin. "Mystical substance? Where did you get it?"
[A Strangely Beautiful Fan Artwork by an Artist] I really couldn't help but laugh when I saw this. The humorous concept surpasses Xia Fan's original work. This artist still deserves applause.
The author needs a gift.
Tomorrow's submission section.