My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

That's incredibly disrespectful! I, Voldemort, am your greatest enemy, after all.

"Now I'll show you the complete Dark Lord, the complete Voldemort, the complete me!"

After flexing his fists, Voldemort unleashed the full power within him.

Chapter 1237: Dumbledore: Compared to Voldemort, I'm just a frog in a well!

I am now a bigger, better, and stronger Voldemort!

Voldemort quietly felt the powerful force surging within him. This was the ultimate power brought about by ancient Greek magic, far surpassing modern magic!

Voldemort's muscles began to expand rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he had become a muscular man nearly three meters tall.

Rather than calling him a strongman, it would be more accurate to describe him as a muscle monster.

Voldemort felt no awkwardness about his current posture; on the contrary, he was extremely satisfied.

To become stronger, I've even sacrificed my nose and turned my body into something neither human nor ghost. Why would I care about physical appearance?

"Dumbledore, now is your death day!"

Voldemort's lips curled into a sinister grin, while Dumbledore gasped in shock.

I had already overestimated what I was about to face, but I still didn't expect to see such an outrageous scene.

"This power... Voldemort, the extent to which you have become stronger has exceeded my expectations."

His body was rapidly warning him of Voldemort's formidable strength, but Dumbledore didn't feel that he was outmatched.

After all... in this situation, I can now activate the emergency measures of the Mithra Ring.

Because of his position as the headmaster of Hogwarts, he has become the "agent" of the Mithra Ring in this era, and agents have the authority to use emergency measures.

Recalling the emergency measures he had seen, Dumbledore quickly selected a solution that might be effective against Voldemort in his current state.

As the plan was selected, Dumbledore felt a subtle change in his mindset, and it seemed that his mindset would remain in this state for the duration of the power he possessed.

However... it's not a big problem. At most, this mindset will just make you more careless than usual.

"Voldemort, your purity... is still too low."

Looking at Voldemort, whose muscles were bulging not far away, Dumbledore shook his head with a disappointed expression.

"Hmph, my purity is above yours. I won't lose to you now. Your laughable modern magic is like toilet paper in the face of ancient Greek body-strengthening magic—it has no chance of resisting at all!"

At this point, Dumbledore was seen by Voldemort as merely putting on an act.

I am no less capable than I was in my prime. To be precise, the speed I possess now is unmatched by any wizard in the world.

Voldemort charged forward and threw a punch with all his might, imagining Dumbledore being torn to pieces with that single blow.

The space not far from Dumbledore began to distort at this moment, and the magic attached to Voldemort's fist was destroying the surrounding "reality".

There has never been a reason for a new law to lose to an old law.

Just like a fist, it's destined to lose to cloth.

When faced with Voldemort's Reality Shattering Punch, Dumbledore simply grabbed it with his right hand.

No progress can be made.

This is exactly Voldemort's current situation.

Looking at Dumbledore in front of him, Voldemort's eyes flashed with disbelief.

How can this be?

Meanwhile, flames surged rapidly in Dumbledore's palm, his expressionless face showing a powerful force gathering within him.

"Let the results show you true power!"

Dumbledore's deep voice made Voldemort feel as if he were seeing a god or demon on earth. He tried to pull his hand back, but Dumbledore's grip made Voldemort's idea fail.

However, heroic spirits also have their advantages.

Voldemort decisively transformed into a heroic spirit and attempted to escape. Although he successfully escaped, Dumbledore's gaze confirmed one thing for Voldemort.

He can see himself in his heroic spirit form.

The flames were spreading rapidly around Dumbledore, and Voldemort could sense that these flames were fundamentally different from anything he was familiar with.

"Dumbledore, what kind of power is this?"

Knowing that the other party could see him, Voldemort deactivated his heroic spirit form and assumed a guarded posture.

"This power belongs to the Phoenix Saint. Now, I'll use Phoenix Wing Soaring to finish you off, Voldemort!"

Feeling the power surging within him, Dumbledore realized he had been too arrogant. If it weren't for the power simulated by the Mithra Ring, he might still believe he was among the world's strongest.

"Hiss, Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to be the Phoenix Saint. I underestimated you."

Thinking of Fawkes, and seeing this posture, Voldemort, the Flame Demon beside Dumbledore, suddenly took a few steps back, sensing something was wrong.

If this continues, I have no chance of survival.

Phoenix constellation, Saint Seiya—Voldemort already had a guess in his mind about these unfamiliar terms.

Perhaps Dumbledore's family is a "Saint Seiya" family, and each generation's patriarch can become a Phoenix Saint.

I was completely ignorant in the past, never having come into contact with the true core of this world. The Saint Seiya family is definitely not just one.

Phoenix constellation... Are they named after celestial phenomena and their abilities? The term "Saint Seiya" doesn't feel very modern...

Voldemort's mind was racing with a jumble of thoughts when Helbo's voice suddenly echoed in his head:

"The Phoenix Saints are warriors who wear the Phoenix Cloth and are loyal to Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom. The most powerful force of the enemies of this constellation is their regenerative ability."

An immortal phoenix, an indestructible demon king—this battle is quite interesting, but… the difference in strength between the two sides seems a bit too great right now.”

Halberd's nonchalant voice instantly reassured Voldemort that he had passed the test; the guy who was trying to manipulate him wouldn't just stand by and watch him die.

However, Athena... well, wizards and gods are real, so it's not incomprehensible.

"Dumbledore, as Athena's Saint, you refuse to wear the Phoenix Cloth when facing me. Do you think I am so weak?"

Recalling what had just been said, Voldemort couldn't help but question Dumbledore.

?

You know?

Dumbledore was slightly taken aback by Voldemort's words; he hadn't expected Voldemort to know the origin of this power.

But Athena... wait, could there really be gods like those in mythology in the world?

Feeling his own limited knowledge was incredibly small, Dumbledore became certain of one thing: he had indeed always been a frog in a well.

Chapter 1238: Getting Scumbags

Voldemort must have traveled to many countries over the years and experienced many things he had never encountered before.

I had no idea about the Phoenix constellation if it weren't for the Mithra Ring, while Voldemort seemed to have genuinely accessed information about my power.

I only remembered the template that Fox subconsciously chose, but I didn't expect it to cause such a serious reaction from Voldemort's side.

A jumble of thoughts raced through his mind, but Dumbledore didn't say much on the surface. He simply raised his hand and unleashed a move called Phoenix Wing Soaring.

A terrifying energy surged toward Voldemort, but the next moment Voldemort shattered space with a punch, and the immortal phoenix flew directly into the spatial rift without harming Voldemort in the slightest.

At this moment, Voldemort activated his Heroic Spirit form and prepared to run away without saying a word. He had just reached a certain agreement with Helbo in his mind.

Because of the magic circle operating within Hogwarts, that guy can't offer much help right now; he needs to escape Hogwarts grounds on his own.

"This method... well, then let's just kill them at close range."

Seeing Voldemort shatter space with his fist, and having received a definite answer from the Mithra Ring that could help him escape, Dumbledore decisively gave chase.

Meanwhile, Harry had already arrived near the tower.

However, as soon as Harry arrived at the scene, he saw Dumbledore charging towards him with murderous intent in his eyes and flames covering his fists.

Dumbledore has discovered that he has been in contact with Voldemort!

A thought flashed through Harry's mind: Aquaman's murderous intent was a reminder that Dumbledore's killing intent was genuine and not feigned.

Harry?

Seeing the figure not far away, and witnessing Voldemort running towards Harry, Dumbledore immediately had a guess in his mind.

Voldemort is preparing to take Harry hostage!

Faced with Dumbledore's substantial pressure, Harry couldn't control his body and his legs went weak, causing him to sit down on the ground. In fact, not only him, but most of the professors at Hogwarts would have their legs go weak in the face.

A fist engulfed in flames hurtled toward Harry, who, unable to raise his hand due to the immense pressure, instinctively closed his eyes.

However, the heat lingered before his eyes the next moment. Harry opened his eyes in confusion and saw a scene that brought tears to his eyes.

Voldemort, facing himself, used his back to block a punch from Dumbledore.

"Dear father!"

Despair and anger, sorrow and grief intertwined, and Harry's heartbroken screams echoed below the tower.

Seeing this scene, Harry, who hadn't forgotten the Japanese he had just learned, couldn't control his tear ducts and tears streamed down his face.

And it was at that very moment that the rain began to fall.

The sudden rain could not extinguish the blazing flames on Dumbledore's fist. Before Harry lay Voldemort's chest, pierced by his fist.

His own father... took Dumbledore's punch for him.

At this moment, Harry grew up.

Looking at Voldemort in front of him, Harry felt immense regret, regretting why he hadn't reunited with his father sooner.

...?

Who are you?

Meanwhile, Voldemort, who had just been punched through the chest, was completely dumbfounded. What was wrong with his destined nemesis?

What does "Dorsang" mean?

And you really want to kill me with your own hands? Why are you so grief-stricken when you see Voldemort kill me?