He appeared on the other side, grabbed Tom's wand with one hand, pulled it out and threw it away, and then pushed Tom's head towards the spike without mercy.

"You're not...you're not...what...a muggle!"

Tom, whose head was held down, turned his head to look at the weirdo and squeezed out a few words hoarsely through his teeth.

"Maybe, I'm already close to the gods."

He whispered: "Immortal, completely self."

He exerted force on his hands, and Tom's face was once again close to the sharp bulge on the deck, and the distance between his eyes and the sharp thorns was less than two centimeters.

At the moment of life and death, Ryan in the distance finally struggled to crawl out of the snakes. He saw Tom pressed on the spikes and shouted: "Hey, let him go."

As he spoke, he raised his magic wand and shouted: "Petrify them all!"

The blue magic spell shot out and hit the weirdo who was holding Tom tightly, causing his body to stiffen slightly.

Tom, who was restrained, was so angry that he was pressed on the deck and cursed loudly: "Use your fucking Petrification Curse! Kedavra! Kedavra! You are in the sixth or seventh grade!"

You still don’t know how to survive, what on earth are you doing!?”

However, the strange man who was hit by the petrification spell really stopped moving. Tom's neck stopped only a few centimeters away from the sharp protrusion on the ground, and stopped motionless.

Tom could almost see the sharp edge of the steel bar less than two millimeters away from his eyes. Suddenly, the choked Tom Riddle suddenly fell to the ground. For some unknown reason, the man stumbled back several steps and saved his life.

Tom took the opportunity and kicked the ground continuously, retreating continuously on the ground. He retreated ten meters before stopping, staring in horror at the strange man in the distance.

I saw him standing there, looking at the height of the turret of the Scharnhorst battleship, twitching twice, with a slightly confused expression.

Then, he immediately disappeared from the spot, leaving only the corpses of the soldiers on the ground, and the two Tom Ryans who were still in shock.

For a long time, neither Tom nor Ryan moved, as if they were petrified. A full two minutes passed, and the weirdo didn't come back.

After the weirdo left, Ryan in the distance also came to his senses. He saw that Riddle was seriously injured and fell to the ground. He quickly tore off a piece of his clothes and wanted to go forward and bandage his wound.

Only then did Tom move. He touched the wound scratched by the sharp thorns on his face with one arm, and looked at the blood on his palm. The expression on his face changed rapidly, sometimes with shame, sometimes confusion, sometimes excitement, sometimes desire. Finally,

, he sat there completely ignoring the pain, biting his fingers and lost in thought.

"Immortal...Immortal...I really won't die! Is there such a power in this world!?"

Then, he thought of something, took out a green seedling from his chest, and said thoughtfully: "No wonder that guy Bach wants to ask me what black mistletoe is, so that's it..."

He looked at Ryan who was bandaging his wounds, and there was a slight hesitation on his face, but that hesitation was quickly replaced by greed. It was the power of immortality that he had never seen before. Even if he had to sacrifice everything, he would still get it.

That magical power.

"Ryan."

he shouted.

"What's wrong?"

Ryan, who was setting the bones of his broken arm, suddenly felt chills all over his body. He looked up and saw that the Slytherin prefect was looking at him with a look he had never seen before. He was seriously injured and his face was pale.

Paper, but the whites of his eyes were densely covered with bloodshot eyes. He was breathing slightly tremblingly, as if he was trying his best to suppress his desires.

"Ryan."

He called out again, this time with a gentler voice, but Ryan couldn't help but take a step back, his look in his eyes was really too scary.

Tom licked his lips, "I'm so sorry, I killed all these Muggle soldiers."

"Well...then what?"

"I have to defeat him. That guy, think about it, what a threat it would be to our wizarding society if a Muggle had that kind of power..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold Ryan's shoulder, and Ryan's eyes moved to the green twig in his hand, like falling into an ice cellar.

Suddenly, he let go of the gauze, raised his hand and opened the palm on his shoulder. Without looking back, he rolled and crawled forward.

Riddle was slapped against the wall. He smiled, licked his lips with his long tongue, and his eyes became extremely determined. He picked up the yew wand he lost in the battle, covered his broken arm, and quickly chased after him.
Chapter completed!