HP for world peace

Staying in the pure white top-secret space, from the first two people to people appearing one after another later, a kind of tacit understanding made everyone quiet down and wait silently together.

As time passed, Abbott asked heavily, "Why are they so slow?"

Not only Vikram, but two members of the ultimate team have not returned, and the female warrior with the heavy sword and the love beast who is always joking around have not returned.

Voldemort lowered his head and closed his eyes without answering, he was afraid that he might not be able to resist attacking Abbott.Why not wait quietly, why not trust him, Vikram never disappoints, he is always so unexpected to do the impossible.

"Just wait, they will come out, we are the strongest team." Fatty patted his chest to increase his credibility.

"Those idiots must have forgotten to bring a compass with them." The second son said casually, "A compass is a must-have for traveling far."

"Second son, you are finished! How dare you say that even though you know that Bai Lianhua is a road idiot and don't bring a compass, as soon as Bai Lianhua comes back, I will inform her to see if she doesn't beat you to death!"

"Hmph, even if my white lotus is lost, she will definitely find her if I'm here. I'm not worried that she will get lost."

Obviously they are all worried.

Voldemort looked up at Lilith who remained silent, she had been resting for a while but she looked even more tired, she was so sleepy that she could almost fall asleep standing up.

The waiting time is always very long, the love beast is back, the white lotus is back, but Vikram still doesn't know where it is.

Time passed irresistibly, and it was Lilith who finally said not to wait any longer, "Okay, let's go, there is no need to wait any longer."

"Why?" Lauran asked, standing up.

The six members of the ultimate team who answered her stood up silently one by one and stood behind Lilith.

Voldemort felt a chill, how many days they had spent with him day and night, they knew him, they understood him...won't he come out again?

"Brother, pack up your things and get ready to go. The captain said that the mission is limited to two days, and there is still half a day left. Let's do the mission first." Fatty said.

"But Vikram he..."

"Little girl, don't worry about him, the captain. Heroes always appear at the last moment. He will definitely appear suddenly when we kill the Elf Queen boss."

"..." The expression on Lauran's face looked a little twitching.

Voldemort sat silently on the edge with his fingers crossed between his foreheads.

Lilith asked him, "Want to come with us?"

"No, I'll wait for him to come back." He replied like this, keeping his movements unchanged.

Lilith watched him for a moment, he was silent and looked like a praying man from a distance.After a while she said, "Okay."

There is a deep corridor to the east of the pure white space, which is the only exit.

The moment they were about to step out of this space, Voldemort raised his head and looked at the halo of light that suddenly appeared in front of him like a mirror, where the resonance of the soul reminded him that Vikram was there.

Layers of ripples slowly appear on the aperture formed by condensing and sealing tens of thousands of tiny crystal fines, which looks beautiful and soft.The Ultimate Team stopped leaving and turned back to watch as Voldemort walked to the light plane, and he stretched out a hand fearlessly.

The palm with slender joints and cold white skin pressed against it, unable to penetrate.

Voldemort frowned, the light layer felt to him like the protective layer that Vikram used to open the inner passage of Exile.A force that can stand against the terrible tearing force of spacetime, which according to Vikram nothing but divine power can break it.

Vikram.

Voldemort called out to him softly in his heart.In the next second, he was pleasantly surprised to get a response.

Get out of the way of Voldy.

A voice as cold and emotionless as a sharp weapon responded to him like this. Voldemort obeyed unconsciously, he took a few steps back to keep a safe distance from the light plane.

When Voldemort saw a hand protruding from the opposite side of the light layer with burns for some reason, his heart skipped a beat, he held his breath, and stared at the bloody finger without blinking. Spotted's new wound.He clearly saw the exposed half of cold white skin on the beautifully shaped fingers, the slight burns, the blood and flesh cracked in one breath, as if corroded by something, it began to become hideous.The skin, nails, finger flesh, and blood are all eroded and dissected bit by bit, which is more unbearable than cutting flesh and bones with a blade.

The other hand appeared in everyone's eyes from the opposite side of the light layer, and then repeated the scene just now, from completeness to bloody destruction.

That pair of terrifying hands grasped the light layer as if grasping the substance and made a tearing movement. The strength of the light layer made him fail to tear it apart at the first blow.Without pausing, he exerted his strength again, and his hand, which was bloody and boned and shriveled, tore a hole in the light layer with unimaginable force.

Voldemort opened his eyes wide and looked at the stern and familiar face of the man who appeared in his eyes behind the aperture.

Vikram jumped out from the forcibly torn hole, and then shook the blood from a pair of broken hands with an unhappy expression like he said he stepped on dog shit, "Ayu, medicine."

But before Voldemort could do anything substantive, a vision suddenly appeared, and the space, so bright that it hurt the eyes, fell into darkness without warning. Lauran and the female elf Truda screamed and screamed to get into the darkness. Come from afar.

Voldemort reached out his hand to pull Vikram very quickly, his movement was quick, but he still missed.His fingertips grazed the hem of Vikram's upturned shirt as he quickly spun away, catching air at last. Vikram was no longer where he was before, and he turned and left without hesitation. Voldemort knew without guessing that he had gone to her side.

Voldemort couldn't explain the powerlessness that rose from the bottom of his heart for a moment...

When the eyes have not yet adapted to the darkness, the dazzling brightness returns to this space again, along with...

Voldemort found with some headaches that in the bright white space, all the members of the ultimate team had an identical version of themselves.

"Replicator." Lauran opened his mouth and said such a word.

clone? ! Voldemort looked warily at the fourteen figures uniformly dressed in black uniforms, two identical Vikrams, two identical Liliths...all two.All seven of them had a copy of themselves, and the ones who joined later did not appear to have a copy.Is it selective or targeted?

As if understanding his doubts, Vikram, who was clasping Yujie's wrist tightly with a broken and naked hand, glanced at him, "The strength is not enough to be worth copying." He snorted, "You are lucky."

Voldemort pursed his lips and said nothing, and soon he was shocked to see Vikram knock Lilith out with a slap.

He entrusts the unconscious Lilith to the care of the elf princess Truda.

"Watch her, don't move here." He told her.

The somewhat ignorant female elf nodded.

The next scene made Voldemort almost suspect that his brain cells were dead, he was overwhelmed by the state of shock and surprise, and he couldn't understand why Vikram did this at all...

Voldemort watched Vikram use the Judgment Sword for the first time, and Vikram's blade was aimed at his close teammate.Even though his hands were so badly injured that no one doubted they were useless, he was able to raise his long sword with his bony hand without changing his expression, and mercilessly cut off his sword at his teammates like a sharp stone, iron and blood.

It seemed that the brain stopped responding in disbelief to all this, regardless of whether they were clones or not, the four people who approached Vikram had separated and fell down.

"Captain..." Someone tremblingly said, and the next second Vikram's sword pierced his chest, and only Vikram's expressionless eyebrows and eyes were reflected in his dilated pupils. grim Reaper.

This mirage-like fight seemed to have experienced an ice and snow that froze the whole body. When all the dust landed on the white ground, it was stained with dazzling blood, and the fragmented corpse bid farewell to the world with deep sorrow of betrayal. .

Voldemort wanted to walk to the person who was independent from the bloody corpse, but he found himself so stiff that he couldn't even lift his arms.

Shura is in a miserable situation, and Shura is ruthless. Vikram, without sadness or joy, glanced at them who were isolated outside the blood prison with his unpopular red eyes like spar.

It was only then that Voldemort understood what he meant by "you're lucky", and he couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body.

Vikram's ruthlessness was beyond his imagination.

For the first time Voldemort was deeply aware of Vikram's horror.The man who took off his smile was cold-blooded and ruthless, extremely dangerous.

"Lauran, even if you don't want to, you have to follow us. You have to watch this battle in its entirety and remember it." The man with the sword said to the terrified Lauran.

unclear meaning.

Lauran couldn't help shaking her head with tears in her eyes, but Vikram broke her resistance with the next sentence, "If you want your husband to die, you can continue to refuse."

Abbott's face was pale at this moment, as if his body had lost his soul, "Vikram, why are you doing this, they are your partners, aren't they very important to you?"

Vikram was not angry at him, he just lowered his head and stared at the tragic situation on the ground and said in a flat tone, "Everything is false, they have died in my heart long ago. I have killed them with my own hands. Since they are false , I never intended to immerse myself in it from the very beginning.”

Did you know they were all fake from the start?I can get along with them as if nothing had happened, as if they are really reunited teammates.How can he pretend to be flawless?

The truth is that Vikram has spent the past few days with his teammates without any flaws.

No one saw that there was even the slightest thing wrong with him.

Vikram knelt down and took out something from the corpse. Voldemort squinted his eyes and realized that what he took out was an immaterial thing, invisible but full of vitality.Extracted from each corpse, including the killed clone, a total of twelve. Voldemort felt that his actions were highly planned.

Then Vikram was already planning to kill his teammates, and maybe the clones were also in the plan.

He did this without anyone knowing.

Voldemort's gaze remained on Vikram's body, and the corpse that had been drained of life force disappeared into the air in an instant.At this moment Vikram, who collected all the vitality of the corpse, returned to the unconscious Lilith, and injected the invisible object he collected into her chest.He knelt down on one knee and drooped his fine eyelashes.

He's devout like...a sacrifice to life.

Silently, Voldemort finally got his wish and walked to Vikram's side. Vikram noticed that he was standing beside him and even figured out his thoughts. Vikram didn't even look at him, "Recognize Voldy clearly, you have to be tougher than anyone else if you want to stand at the top."

"Even for my lover?"

After completing the transfer of vitality, Vikram hugged Lilith and stood up straight. He said to him seriously, "You have to give up something after all."

"Let's get out of here." Holding Lilith in his arms, he stepped into the deep corridor first.Their silhouettes seemed to merge into one in the fading corridor...

Voldemort drew his white wand from his sleeve pocket.The thirteen-inch wand has a body made of yew, which is known as the undead tree and symbolizes the reincarnation of the soul, and the blood of the black elf king at the top of the power is used as the inner core.Touching the smooth body with fingertips is as gentle as touching a lover.

Voldemort raised his head abruptly, his deep red eyes showed an even more determined and unshakable belief after being tempered.

It was not Voldemort's style to give up halfway, and he followed closely into the unknown corridor ahead.