Fantasy World Transmigration - 770. Chapter 770 Prisoner and Demon King

“Very subtle hidden curse!” Chen Ang said with emotion.

Sunlight shone on Chen Ang’s fingertips touching the castle gate, and a long shadow was projected on the castle gate. Chen Ang’s palm gradually became parallel to the castle gate, and the shadow of his hand moved from Sticking out from the door, his hand reached into the door, but the shadow of his hand stretched out from the door and intersected his fingers.

Chen Ang flipped his hand, and his whole person exchanged positions with his own shadow.

In front of him, the whole world turned over. The shadow of the island where Azkaban was located became three-dimensional, and the island that was still sunny just now turned into a shadow. The heavy rain poured down from Chen Ang’s head, and the wind was violent. Rageously, Chen Ang was on an island that could only be called a reef. When he turned his head, he didn’t see any trace of the ghost ship he was riding in.

What appeared in front of him now was the real Azkaban, who was hidden by an ancient hidden curse on an island in a lonely place in the North Sea. Someone divided the space here into two worlds with the curse. What seems to be protected by a curse in the fog is only Azkaban in the world, and only through the shadows can you enter the real Azkaban.

A small shadow appeared at Chen Ang’s feet, and Gulu walked out of the shadow.

The island is surprisingly small. The entire castle occupies 90% of its land. Azkaban is shaped like a triangular tower. The front of the tower collapses by a corner, and dementors are flying above it. Huge waves hit the base of the tower, which seems to be in a storm forever, the waves hit the reef at Chen Ang’s feet, and splashing waves sprinkled behind Chen Ang’s back.

The dementors dancing wildly in the wind found Chen Ang’s traces. They screamed. It was the sound of the wind, and the dementors themselves would not make any sound. Chen Ang could only smell the rancidity and death caused by the sea. Breath, I saw these black-robed monsters hunting and flying in the wind, their hollow bodies, wrapped in black cloth, swooped down towards Chen Ang.

Gulu pulled out his wand nervously behind Chen Ang, and the white light at the tip of his wand had begun to flicker slightly.

“Unexpectedly, the dark wizard Bojin could learn to call God for blessing!” Chen Ang thought calmly, and then he inspired the real name Morgoth gave him. At this time, the existence named’Chen Ang’ gradually shrank back. Inside his soul, the outside belonging to Darth Morgoth replaced Chen Ang as his body and outside.

At this time, a figure about three times the size of an ordinary person appeared in the place where Chen Ang disappeared. His face was hidden in the darkness, with only a pair of eyes shining like flames, bright like fire in the dark.

The dementors who swooped down towards Chen Ang, saw those eyes, and they all roared as if their rotten vocal cords vibrated.

In the midst of the storm, the black-robed dementors who looked directly at these eyes uttered the last and first roar in their lives, turning into a handful of black ashes in the wind and rain, and the ashes were swept away in the blink of an eye by the storm.

In the place covered by Morgoth’s power, it seemed that the surrounding light was slowly losing. The dementors lost their power and had to land. Their black robes became weak and soaked, shrugging to the ground, Morgoth As if absorbing their power and soul easily like darkness, Guru became smaller and smaller in front of Chen Ang, who was transformed into Morgoth, and he squatted on the ground in fear, because he felt that the figure in front of him was the source of all evil and darkness.

The evil power that the Dementor is proud of is as immature and humble as a servant before him.

So Morgoth can easily enslave their souls without much effort. He wraps his own power on them, and the intense pain of eroding their souls makes the dementors continue to struggle. However, they cannot refuse such dark power. .

More dementors rushed out of the triangular tower of Azkaban. They gathered together, like the black tide gushing out in Azkaban. The guards of the jailers rolled and swooped in the sky, and then fell one by one. Coming down, there was a pool spread on the sea, the soaked black robe entangled in the water, Bojin watched the most terrifying evil creatures in the stories of the wizards wailing at the feet of Chen Ang.

They have no sound, but the invisible body under the black robe twists and trembles, appropriately expressing their fear, fear and pain.

Morgoth’s figure looked back at them, and stretched out his hands like darkness condensed, not like humans, and pushed open the door of Azkaban…The inside of this prison is dark and damp, and there is a space for people to walk in. Very small, Morgoth’s figure gradually faded, the black mist slowly dispersed, and the figure inside returned to normal.

He walked into Azkaban, and as he progressed, the darkness inside instantly expanded the space.

The ground is damp and rotting, some loba and carnivorous slugs are squirming on the authentic stone slabs, and some spotted awns are breeding. When they are not moving, they are like a greenish fungus with eyes, and Several hairy crabs settled in the gloomy corner stone cracks. These magical creatures are usually very powerful. Wizards sometimes have to use special potions to remove them.

But as Morgoth approached, a deep dark power gradually enveloped this space.

The bodies of these tenacious little creatures gradually withered and died, their vitality disappeared into the darkness, the darkness that once protected them, at this moment backhanded their lives.

Rabastan Lestrange is playing with a toad. Since he was in prison, this is the only game he can vent his madness and despair. The dementor riots just now attracted the attention of most of the prisoners, but Rabastan just yelled, “It’s mostly the Mudbloods from the Ministry of Magic!”

“Hopefully, the dementors can suck up their dirty souls.”

Rabastan in the prison was completely dirty, and his face was pale and thin under a mess of black hair. After yelling for a few words, Rabastan shut his mouth wisely, because his most feared sister-in-law Bellatrix Lestrange was screaming frantically: “It’s him! Lord Voldemort, he is here to save us! I knew that the adults may lose briefly, but he will never be in those mudbloods. Failed!”

Rabastan lowered his head again and was surprised to see that the toad in his hand had lost his life.

As if something in the darkness was absorbing its vitality, the corpse of this fragile little creature withered and turned into a skin, Labstan felt the darkness beside him seemed to be richer, a kind of inexplicable coldness enveloped him. Body, in his exhausted body, a trace of energy is obviously fading.

Labstein felt as if he could not breathe, his brain was blank, and the heating between his mouth and nose was being sucked away by the darkness. A numbness different from the kiss of a dementor gradually controlled him. On the outside, his skin was pale. The bluish-black blood vessels can be seen below.

In the blurred vision when he was suffocating, Rabastan, who was affixed to the fence, saw an indescribable figure that was letting go from the side.

An unspeakable horror made him confused and his body twitched…