The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 325 Face
Soup is a very common food. Ever since humans learned to cook food with fire, soup has become a regular on various dining tables.

The reason why it is so common is that it can be consumed by people of all means. If you are rich, you can drink soup made with high-end ingredients such as bird's nest, ginseng, shark's fin and stomach. If you are too poor to afford a meal, you can dig some wild vegetables to make soup. But what Ryan has in front of him is a pot of extremely precious soup that he cannot drink - soup made with a Dark Lord.

According to nutritionists, no matter how you cook soup, the main nutrients in the soup are still concentrated in the ingredients. For example, if you cook old hen soup, the nutrients are still mainly in the hen. The same is true for the Dark Lord soup, which is even more exaggerated than ordinary soup because of the ingredients. The half-dead Dark Lord, after being stewed in the soup, absorbed the nutrients in the soup and repaired the damage on his body, and finally walked out by himself!
However, because one of his lackeys was burned to charcoal by the wildfire and the other was beheaded, Voldemort could only walk out of the pot in an extremely indecent posture, and then waved at the two corpses. Immediately, the blood-stained wizard robe on Barty Jr. and the three wands on them flew directly into Voldemort's hands.

After getting the wand, Voldemort roared after taking a look at it. Because his own yew wand was previously placed on Peter Pettigrew, but the wildfire just now burned Peter's wand and his own wand into charcoal. How could he not be angry?

At this time, Ryan saw that the white mist that filled the open space had disappeared, so he quickly waved two daggers to release magic. In an instant, a large number of energy balls composed of flames and shadows flew directly towards Voldemort who was still howling at the sky.

"Who are you? Why are you against me?" Voldemort was worthy of being the Dark Lord who disrupted the European magic world. After seeing the magic raining down on him, he easily created a huge silver shield from the air to block it in front of him. Then he questioned in the direction where the magic was coming from.

"You think you can kill me, but in fact, these are all easy for me to deal with. Ha, I got you--" Having said that, Voldemort swung his wand violently in the direction where the magic came from.

Even though he was not very good at using the little Barty wand, the killing curse was still extremely powerful. Ryan had already felt something was wrong before the curse came and jumped to another tree, but after seeing the tree that was hit, which was as thick as a man's embrace, was directly broken in the middle by Voldemort's killing curse, he still swallowed his saliva in fear.

"It seems that a protracted war is absolutely impossible. Even if I have the power of cheating, I can't beat Voldemort, an old man who has lived for more than sixty years and has rich experience and powerful magic. The current stalemate is purely due to the surprise attack, but this advantage will soon disappear after Voldemort recovers and masters his own characteristics."

Thinking of this, Ryan decided to use his ultimate skill directly. Of course, he knew that he couldn't kill Voldemort even with his ultimate skill, but it shouldn't be a problem to force Voldemort away when he just came out of the pot and was holding an awkward wand. Even if he couldn't force him away, he would still have time to run away.

Ryan fired another wave of spells, forcing Voldemort to block and quickly move his position, then took out the things he had prepared from his waist bag: two full test tubes, each containing an ounce of liquid. The liquids were all metallic in color, except that the liquid in one test tube was red and the other was black.

"This time I'm going to spend a lot of money." Ryan muttered as he pulled out the stoppers. The liquid in the two test tubes automatically flowed to the pair of daggers in Ryan's hand. The magical thing was that the volume of these liquids seemed to be constantly changing. Even though such a large test tube was filled with liquid, the liquid only formed a thin layer on the blade of the dagger after it came out.

"I hope the power of the mercury lamp and the true red will really work." Thinking of this, Ryan waved two daggers at the same time to draw mysterious trajectories in the air, and at the same time he chanted spells in High Valyrian.

The magic Ryan was using now was closer to divine arts than magic. The liquid in the test tube used to smear the dagger was Tianyin, which was the power of faith without an owner. However, Ryan had just asked Zhenhong and Mercury Lamp to put their own markers in a test tube before setting off: a black feather and a blood-red rose petal.

After adding this marker, the sky silver was transformed into the power of the gods they occupied in the world of "A Song of Ice and Fire". In this way, the power of the gods from another world can be released in this world. As Ryan chanted, the two daggers began to change slowly. The shadow was covered with layers of black mist, and even a faint green light was emitted. The flame became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a dazzling white, like a small sun.

Voldemort naturally saw these changes, but perhaps because Ryan's current body had a strong confusing effect, Voldemort just cast the Killing Curse at Ryan, but all the Killing Curses he cast missed, leaving a large pile of broken trees in the woods.

This was not because Voldemort was not good enough, but because he had never seen a wizard as fast as Ryan in the battles he had encountered before. Even the werewolves who turned into wolves could not catch up with him.

Finally, Ryan's magic was ready. Although the process took less than three minutes, under Voldemort's attack, Ryan felt like several hours had passed.

Voldemort was indeed not very used to opponents like Ryan, but with his strong strength and rich experience, he was able to figure out Ryan's habits in a very short time. Ryan felt that if Voldemort was given another three to five minutes, he would be able to completely adapt to his style of play, and if that really happened, he would have no choice but to find a way to escape.

"Divine Punishment" Ryan pointed the two daggers at Voldemort and recited the last spell in Valyrian. As soon as Voldemort turned around, he saw two beams of light, one black and one white, coming straight at him. At the same time, layers of pressure appeared in the surrounding space, making it impossible for him to escape by Apparition or smoke.

"I conquered death." Voldemort shouted a slogan that Ryan thought was very childish, while waving his wand to set up layers of barriers in front of his body. The speed of his hand was so fast that Ryan was amazed.

"The dangerous body modifications that Voldemort performed on himself before not only changed his affinity with magic, but also strengthened his physical body. Maybe he can even fight giants now." Looking at the afterimages left by Voldemort's hands, Ryan guessed.

Because the worlds are different, even the magic released by burning the sky silver is much less powerful than the real magic. However, since it is a magic, the power of the world rules contained in it can bring great power even if there is only a trace of it.

The barriers were broken one by one under the impact of the beams, and Voldemort spat out a mouthful of black blood. Under his command, the blood formed a black shield, which was pure black, as if it had absorbed all the light around it. After the two beams of light hit it, it was in a stalemate.

"Huh? Is this the understanding of the rules?" Ryan thought as he looked at the shield blocking the beam of light. After trying to attack a few times, he reacted. "It turns out that the top wizards in this world have also touched the power of rules."

Although Ryan was only burning the Sky Silver, directing this kind of attack was also a great pressure on the soul. After a stalemate of dozens of seconds, he felt a sense of fatigue, so after chanting a spell, the two daggers flew out of his hands and turned into two points of light that directly hit Voldemort's black shield.

(End of this chapter)