inspire-indiana Chapter 108 The Curse of Time
Chapter 108 The Curse of Time
Chapter 108 A Ten-Year Curse
A condensed, pure, and breathtaking emerald green light, like the gaze of death, shot from Lin Qi's fingertips!
It was no longer the distorted shape we usually see, but condensed into a straight, stable, almost tangible pillar of light, like a sharp blade, piercing precisely into the center of that rushing, ethereal shadow of the soul!
"l一—"
A strange sound, like cold water being poured into boiling oil, erupted, not through the ears but directly at the level of consciousness.
The dazzling green light instantly spread and permeated within the churning shadow, rendering it from head to toe a strange and terrifying translucent turquoise, like an ugly piece of amber that had been forcibly dyed.
For a fleeting moment, feeling the faint resistance at his fingertips and witnessing the unprecedented soul-staining phenomenon, Lin Qi even entertained a hope he hadn't anticipated—perhaps this deadly curse, which he had deeply analyzed and modified, might...
It could truly produce a miracle, transcending the common sense of all worldly curses, and utterly annihilate Voldemort's damned remnant soul here.
However, his fleeting wish did not come true.
This particular killing curse truly made history—it did not futilely penetrate the past like all previous curses, but truly touched and influenced Voldemort's soul essence.
But its function seems to stop there.
The emerald light, aside from its visual effect of coloring the shadows, failed to stop his forward momentum, let alone cause the devastating damage he had hoped for.
Voldemort's soul, as if illuminated by a strong light, without any substantial delay, still retained its green-stained ferocious form and pounced on Lin Qi in an unstoppable manner!
The icy, chilling malice, cold enough to freeze blood, touches the skin first.
The filthy, desperate, and resentful soul energy had already passed through Lynch's arms, which he had instinctively used to block, and was about to invade his chest in the next instant, colliding with his soul at the most dangerous point of contact!
At this critical moment.
A low, almost silent syllable escaped from his lips:
"AnimaTegumentum (Soul Acid)".
This is a spell that has never appeared in the history of magic before.
It represents ten years of Lynch's painstaking, almost obsessive, analysis and deduction of the ultimate death curse, "Avada Kedavra."
And combined with his own understanding of the essence of the soul that transcends his time, he achieved his ultimate goal.
Unlike all spells in the magical world that aim to influence the outside world, attack, or defend, this is a spell that can only act on the caster's own soul.
Its sole function is to instantly construct an invisible yet resilient absolute barrier around the soul.
In that earth-shattering battle in Glencoe Valley, Lynch was completely overwhelmed by Voldemort not only because of Voldemort's unfathomable magical prowess, but also because of the unsolvable "Avada Kedavra" curse.
Lynch believed that there was probably no other wizard in the world more proficient in this spell than Voldemort.
Even the inventor of the Killing Curse, who has long been lost to history, might not have surpassed this Dark Lord in his understanding and application of the spell.
The terror of the Killing Curse lies in its almost absolute regularity: no matter which insignificant part of the human body it strikes, even if it only scratches the skin, it will instantly take the life of the cursed person.
This alone is enough to make it a nightmare that must be constantly guarded against in any battle against a dark wizard.
Furthermore, its other characteristic—that no known magic can directly block or break it—makes it even more terrifying.
Any wizard who fights Voldemort must be constantly on his toes, as if dancing on the edge of a knife, anticipating when he will unleash that life-or-death green beam.
It was precisely because of the unparalleled deadly power of the Killing Curse that Voldemort was able to maintain a firm psychological and tactical advantage in direct combat with any wizard.
This also kept Lynch busy at the time—he had to conserve some of his strength to dodge quickly or move huge rocks, as big as houses, in front of him at any time to deal with the threat of the Killing Curse.
Therefore, after his gruesome escape from Glencoe Valley, even before his severe injuries had fully healed, Lynch threw himself almost frantically into researching how to break the Avada Kedavra curse.
He firmly believes that nothing is absolute.
If even a miracle like "traveling through worlds," with a probability infinitely close to zero, can happen, then the supposed "absolutely undefendable" nature of the Killing Curse must have some undiscovered principle or loophole behind it!
If there isn't a ready-made counter-curse, then he'll create one himself!
The "soul stomach" he was reciting at that moment was the answer Lin Qi had given.
Although this spell is far from reaching his ideal, flawless final form.
But at this moment, facing Voldemort's soul-searching attack, it was the best choice, having already achieved Lynch's initial design goals.
The next second, Voldemort's spirit wolf rammed into him!
"—!!?"
Contrary to his expectations of a smooth passage through flesh and blood and erosion of the soul, Voldemort felt as if he had crashed into a cold, hard, and invisible barrier, rather than a living human body!
No, it was even more terrifying than that. It felt like an unrestrained torrent crashing into a massive, unchanging steel pillar buried deep in the earth's core!
"Cila—one!"
A tearing sound, so sharp it could only be perceived by the soul, rang out.
Voldemort's already barely formed soul was forcibly "split" in the middle by the invisible barrier under the violent impact and reaction, tearing it into two even dimmer and thinner parts!
The intense, primal pain caused Voldemort to let out a silent, agonizing scream.
The two torn parts of the soul struggled, almost tumbling, as they slid past Lin Qi's body before barely managing to merge back together. However, their forms had become more transparent, and their fluctuations were more chaotic, clearly indicating that they had suffered severe damage.
Voldemort dared not linger any longer. He gathered his last strength and, like a wisp of startled gray smoke, continued to fly forward at top speed, instantly disappearing into the ancient walls of the castle.
On the other side, the moment that soul passed through him, Lin Qi's body suddenly shook violently, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.
He forced himself to steady himself, barely managing to keep from falling.
He stood there silently for a long time, his eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed, and beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, as if he were silently sensing and adjusting his own state.