novelslam Chapter 1088 Trial of the God of Death
Chapter 1088 Trial of the God of Death
Chapter 1088 Trial of the God of Death
Harry closed his eyes and fell into the river. He already felt the god of death approaching him.
At the last moment, Harry felt that his body was light, and a force dragged him back to the shore.
Tom appeared at some point. He grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him back.
The collar strangled Harry's neck, and he felt a suffocation, and then he was thrown to the ground hard, rolling several times.
"You want to commit suicide?" Tom looked at him, shook his head and smiled: "
"Harry, as I said before, your life and death are under my control, and if I don't let you die, even the god of death can't take it away.
I want you to die, even Merlin can't keep you! "
Harry looked at Tom hatefully.
If it wasn't for this person, his life wouldn't be so hard, and now he can celebrate his 17th birthday with his parents in his own home.
With a roar, he rushed over, picked up the severed son's leg, and kicked Tom in the crotch.
Unexpectedly, Tom waved his wand and shot a spell, and Harry flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground.
Harry stood up again, was hit by the black rainbow again, and flew out tens of meters again.
The black rainbow followed like a shadow, as if covering Harry's body, and his figure hit the ground again and again.
After doing this seven or eight times, Harry completely fell to the ground, with blood all over his body.
Melee combat is definitely not an opponent of magic, although William once said that "the wand is faster from seven steps away, and the fist is faster within seven steps".
But Harry certainly couldn't.
It's not that he doesn't want to use magic, it's that he can't.
Not to mention that I don't have a magic wand, and I can't cast spells without a wand...Having a magic wand doesn't have much effect.
When he first entered this ghost place, Harry found an opportunity to sneak attack Tom.
The original wand was taken by Tom, who secretly hid a spare wand with him.
This is like William, bought in Cedric's wand shop.
I thought the sneak attack would be successful, but I didn't know that it only released a few "Expelling Weapons", Harry's whole body seemed to be drained, and he had no magic power.
The persistence and lethality of magic here are not as good as fists.
Tom walked step by step, and his shoes made a characteristic clicking sound on the ground.
He stood in front of Harry, squatted down, and whispered:
"Harry, this is just a small punishment for you. If you dare to commit suicide next time, I will make your life worse than death."
Harry raised his head and looked at this handsome man who looked like a devil with difficulty.
He had heard from William that Tom would always remain at the age of 16, regardless of his strength or magic power.
Logically speaking, his magic power is about the same as Tom's. Why can the other party use so much magic in this environment.
He can't?
Tom seemed to know what Harry was thinking, and said with a smile, "Are you wondering why I'm not affected?"
Tom looked down at him and explained:
"It's not the magic power, it's the magic system.
In the underworld, wizards' magic is restricted, and any spell can consume a lot of magic power.
But the prehistoric mysteries will not, only it can exert the true power of the wizard.
So stop thinking about running, no matter where you run, I can catch you. "
"Prehistoric... esoteric?" Harry repeated the uncommon word.
"You don't understand even if I say it, only Stark can understand, but it's a pity he's not here." Tom regretted slightly.
"William, if you're here, you're dead!" Harry spat blood, spraying it on Tom's face.
Tom said with a gloomy face, "Yes, I am not William's opponent. He killed me not long ago, but there will be no next time."
"He discovered the prehistoric mysteries of the obelisk, but he didn't get it. Since then, he and I have not been on the same level."
Tom said to himself:
"I have mastered a lot of prehistoric mysteries. When we meet again, I will let him feel what cruelty is."
Harry really wanted to sneer, but the blood in his mouth couldn't stop gushing out, and his breathing gradually weakened.
Tom glanced at him and took out a small vial containing a healing potion.
Harry pursed his lips tightly, refusing to take it.
Tom looked at the young wizard whose face was soaked in blood, and chuckled lightly:
"I said, if I don't let you die, you won't die!"
The potion floated in the air and poured towards Harry's mouth.
A wisp of cool liquid was forcefully poured into his mouth, and Harry felt a chill from head to toe, and the pain subsided.
After stopping to drink slowly a few times, he felt that the injury was healing.
But it humiliated him even more.
"Eat something, I caught it this morning." Tom threw a sticky creature over.
It was a blood-red worm, very strange in shape, with dark spots on its body, and a spike-like head and tail.
Harry felt sick and thought it was an earthworm.
"This thing is a magical creature in the underworld, called a death worm, which can eject a highly corrosive and poisonous liquid, and a strong electric current can also be emitted from the eyes." Tom explained.
"I prefer to call it the Canadian electric eel. Don't be afraid, heh~ This one is as thin as a toothpick, and it's harmless."
"Open your mouth," said Tom softly.
Harry stared at him in disgust.
Tom raised his wand again, and the death worm burrowed between his lips.
Harry felt like throwing up when the slimy, limp thing touched his tongue.
Tom suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.
The weather has been hot recently, with more than 30 degrees.
At this time, there was a heavy snowfall, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the ice and snow froze around, making them into strangely shaped snowballs.
"It's time to go." Tom touched an emerald on his chest, and continued walking forward with the injured Harry.
Tom is not surprised by this extreme weather.
They have entered the underworld and have been walking for many days. They have encountered high temperatures, sandstorms, earthquakes, thunderstorms... all kinds of extreme weather.
Now it's just snowing.
In the story of the three brothers, the three brothers built a bridge to cross the river safely...
The river water is dangerous, and only by building a bridge can you see the god of death, which is a metaphor for completing the trial of the god of death.
Now is the trial.
The heavy snow never stopped.The snow covered their knees, and thick ice shells covered their calves like white greaves, making their feet stagger and stagger.
Harry walked hard for three days, tried to commit suicide five times in the middle, and escaped seven times, but all failed.
"I'm tired, so tired. I can't go anymore, I can't go any more." He flopped down in the snow.
"I have to stop, it hurts. I'm cold and tired and want to sleep... just sleep by the fire for a little while... let me die..."
Harry was completely hopeless.
Tom stood knee-deep in the snow and just watched him silently, watching him lose hope and grow cold.
It was snowing heavily, and it was so white and clean.And the road ahead is boundless, and it seems that it will never reach the place where the god of death lives.
"Harry, get up!" Tom moved closer to Harry's ear and ordered:
"If you die, I will find your friends and kill them one by one.
And that Weasley girl named Ginny, I know you like her.
I will become like you to seduce her, that girl must be... very moist.
Do you forget it?Your parents died at my hands, don't you want to take revenge?
You trash, Dumbledore's sweet baby, coward!
If you want to kill me, hate me!hate me!
The ugly survived!
My stupid Harry! ! "
Hearing Tom's words, Harry's body was like fire, hatred filled his chest, and anger filled his brain.
He rekindled hope, the flame of vengeance.
Harry mustered all his strength, stood up, and roared:
"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!!"
At this moment, the snow in the sky suddenly stopped.
The scene in front of him has also undergone a complete change, it is no longer the endless white snow, but white mist.
Not far away, a fast-moving river blocked the way, and its turbulent water waves made waves.
The corner of Tom's mouth curled into a smile, and Styx finally appeared.
He looked at Harry and said with a smile, "Thank you for your help, Harry. You helped me complete the trial."
The real test of death has never been those extreme weather.
It's psychological and physical... despair.
Of the three wizards who came here, one of them had to fall into complete despair, and then gain hope from despair, in order to see the god of death.
Survival from a desperate situation, that's it.
Even if there is a glimmer of hope in my heart, if I firmly believe that I will find the god of death, it is impossible to succeed.
Just follow the road, keep going, never reach the end... Finally die in despair.
Therefore, the more detailed the person who wants to find the god of death, the more difficult it will be.
They have always believed that they will be able to find the god of death.
People who know nothing are more likely to despair.
Tom kept torturing Harry, just to make him despair, and finally to use hatred to give him... hope.
Thus, the "existence" hidden in the illusion appeared.
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(End of this chapter)