Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

"What a pity. If you had been earlier, he might not have died."

Voldemort, who was gasping for breath, tried to taunt Rozen with words, making Rozen lose his mind.

But Luo Zhen's breath was not disturbed at all.

Not to mention that he has seen this kind of thing a lot.

As far as Voldemort's level of ridicule is concerned, it is far worse than some unqualified cow.

"Ah!"

A yellow upright tauren at the height of a normal human thigh suddenly sneezed.

"Which grandson is scolding me?"

Wiping his nose, the cow named MT said angrily.

Don't ask it why it is so sure that someone is scolding it.

The question is that the mouth is too stinky, which offended many people.

As a professional MT, MT has already practiced a very skilled taunting technique.

"An angry word is a bit."

Raising the Holy Emblem Slashing Sword in his hand, Luo Zhen drew a slash towards Voldemort.

"There are many obstacles!"

Several earthen walls rose from the ground to block Voldemort.

The earth wall strengthened by magic power successfully blocked Luo Zhen's slash.

Seeing this, Luo Zhen was not too surprised.

If such a slash made Voldemort flustered, he would doubt the authenticity of this guy's identity.

"But it's not as angry as you think."

Luo Zhen's tone was as calm as ever.

Voldemort also couldn't tell whether the man in front of him was really not angry or was just pretending.

But whatever the truth, he now faces a huge problem.

That is, he seems to have no means of evacuation.

Several attempts to use shapeshifting were interrupted and Luo Zhen found an opportunity to attack.

If he was given some time, he could prepare all kinds of means of escape, but now he just got control of Sagami Minami's body when Luo Zhen came to him.

In addition to this damned armored man, there is also an unknown wizard not far away, watching.

Voldemort couldn't think of any countermeasures for a while.

As the Dark Lord who has mastered a lot of magic, even though there may be a gap in hard power, Voldemort still prevented Rozen from defeating him in the first place.

But it's only a matter of time.

Voldemort has already had a retreat in his heart, and it won't take long for him to be defeated in this state of mind.

A person full of fighting spirit fights with a person who looks forward and backward, and the one who wins when the difference in strength is not very large is definitely the one full of fighting spirit.

If it was Tom Riddle, he might already be thinking about the death of the fish and the net of the fish.

But since he tore his soul to make a Horcrux, his personality has become more and more distorted.

Every time it is torn, his personality is distorted.

The wise and confident Tom Riddle gradually disappeared, leaving behind the insidious and cunning Voldemort.

Tom Riddle may choose to fight to the death in order to maintain his honor.

But Voldemort only wanted to find a chance to escape.

He still has too many things to do, how could he give up his plan here!

"You bastard!"

Once again narrowly escaped Rozen's slash, Voldemort felt very aggrieved.

When had he been wronged like this? !

"I am the Dark Lord!"

Raising his arms violently, a wave of magic power erupted from Voldemort's body.

Even the simplest burst of magical power has a huge impact on the surroundings.

Looking at Voldemort with dark eyes, Luo Zhen seemed to have thought of something, and reached out and took off the three coins from his waist.

However, Luo Zhen still maintained the state of transformation.

After putting the three core coins back into the coin storage box, Luo Zhen took out three new coins.

Seeing Rozen's actions, Voldemort had an ominous premonition.

Raising one's hand is a shot of Cruciatus, but the previous scene reappears.

Three swirling coins blocked Voldemort's spell.

Then. . . .

"OOO-Kiva-ZI-O"

"The king of lust, the devil emperor, the king of time."

Three core coins are placed in the drive.

The OOO scanning ring swept across, and the dazzling light bloomed.

"You just said, what kind of king are you?"

It is very different from the previous armor similar to biological muscles.

Gorgeous armor with rich texture appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes.

The crimson eye armor reflected Voldemort's ugly expression.

Chapter 280 IX Congratulations. .why you?

The clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and a ray of sunlight shot down through the cover of the clouds.

The gorgeous armor glistens in the sunlight.

At the moment of seeing this armor, an idea suddenly appeared in Voldemort's mind.

Perhaps, this is the so-called posture that a king should have?

In a trance, there seemed to be a sound of celebration.

"Celebrate!"

"Wait? This person is wrong?!"

"Forget it, anyway, it's the power of Lord Demon King, let's celebrate first!"

"He is the one who has obtained the power of the most benevolent, kindest, tallest and strongest king!"

It always feels like something weird is mixed in.

Voldemort didn't hear the words clearly, because Luo Zhen put too much pressure on him at this time.

Raising his hand, Luo Zhen felt the power in his body.

Maybe it's because the compatibility of this combination is very good, and the bonus it brings is far beyond usual.

Turning his head to look at Voldemort, Luo Zhen was ready to make a quick decision.

This combination also had some impact on Luo Zhen himself.

The most intuitive is the fighting style.

Raising his hand to call out the Sacred Emblem Sword, Rozen strode towards Voldemort.

"Soul out of the body!"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Burning flames!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

One curse after another shot from Voldemort's palm.

But they were defeated one by one by Luo Zhen with the holy emblem sword in his hand.

Compared with before, Luo Zhen's fighting style at this time seems to be open and closed.

But this does not mean that there are many flaws in Luo Zhen.

It can be seen from the defeat of Voldemort's attack.

"you!"

Voldemort, dressed roughly, looked at Luo Zhen with dark eyes.

The other party's calm posture made him very angry, as if a flame was burning in his chest.

Whether it is strength or this calm attitude.

Voldemort, who considers himself the heir of Slytherin, takes these things very seriously.

He also gained great strength through his own efforts.

Tom Riddle had been quite the personable man, too.

But since he tore his soul apart, he has become less and less like a normal human being.

But it's all acceptable.

Voldemort said so to himself.

"Give it to me, go to hell!"