Fantasy World Transmigration - 771. Chapter 771 Twenty-eight Pure Blood Families

“Rabastan!” Rabastan Lestrange’s elder brother, Rodofs Lestrange, discovered that something was wrong with him. From his perspective, you can see the side face of Labstan Lestrange sticking out of the fence, that face It was pale and terrifying, his eyes had completely lost focus, as if there was an indescribable fear dominating his mind.

Rodolphs Lestrange shouted loudly: “Labstain!”

But he found that his younger brother did not respond to the stimulus of external sounds at all. The vitality of humans seemed to be leaving the body, taking away the last bit of human heating from this cold Death Eater, leaving only a cold one. Stiff, like the remains of a corpse.

His out-of-focus eyes stared directly at the passage leading to this prison level. Because of the different angles of the cells, Rodolphs and Bellatrix couldn’t see where he was staring at all, and Labstein’s lips were already pale. , His eyes were dark, and as he breathed, a frost gradually covered his upper lip and between his mouth and nose, and a thick white mist spurted from his mouth, condensing into ice scum on the iron fence.

He was convulsing and trembling, and Rodolphs stared at him nervously, for fear that his soul would be out of this body in the next second.

At this time, Bellatrix’s eyes could already see Morgoth’s shadow. She noticed that a darkness that swallowed the surrounding light gradually appeared beside them, and even the brightness in the prison had dropped a lot. A shadow that was much taller than an ordinary person just slowly appeared in her field of vision, and the shadow slowly turned around.

Seeing a pair of eyes shining like flames in the inexplicable darkness…

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! , Dark, extremely evil things, they whispered in her mind, like some small whispers.

The violent mental shock made her mouth and nose bleed, but she didn’t care about it anymore.

What really frightened her, and eagerly wanted to dig out her mind, were the indescribable things that entered her mind, the voice of Mirko in the creation movement, the evil origin from another universe, was usurping Faerun. After the chaotic consciousness of the will of the world’s abyss and the dark and evil force, the flower of evil blooms again.

A thing called the “Whispers of the Abyss” by the believers of the gods and pastors!

As an evil god with its own evil aura, fear aura, and dark aura, the powerful god of the multiverse, Morgoth’s own “Whisper of the Abyss” is enough to brainwash the upper planes of the Akong Protoss and the Venerable Race.

Bellatrix’s facial features were bleeding black congestion. Her body was trembling violently. The sequelae of being tortured by dementors made her mentally crazy. Rodolphes ran over in horror, and raised her head with trembling hands. Get up, but it’s too late-Bellatrix’s fragile spirit, tortured day and night in Azkaban, has suffered irreversible trauma after being hit by the first wave of the dark force and evil spirit. .

“It seems that fragile humans still have difficulty looking directly at my true face…” Morgoth Ang Chen sighed.

He suppressed the fluctuations that he unconsciously released, and walked out of the seemingly humanoid, but in fact, only a thick and insoluble darkness, in order to prevent the prisoners of Azkaban from being driven crazy by Morgoth’s true appearance. He deserves to come to them in a human form, with the same face as Chen Ang, but he is not considered a person.

Morgoth’s own dark force, fear of light bad, is too strong for humans. It is like human consciousness that is difficult to understand a kind of information, but it is forcibly stuffed into their brains to understand. In contrast to the pain, the information that the appearance occupies is so insignificant that it is often overlooked.

Just like an actor with superb acting skills, when interpreting different roles, people are often confused by their temperament and forget that it is the same face.

At this time, the prisoners of Azkaban were able to break free from the suffocating darkness surrounding Morgoth. Bellatrix’s constantly struggling and trembling body slowly calmed down, and Labastan was not Twitch again.

At this time, the organized criminals imprisoned in Azkaban had the energy to look at the uninvited guest.

Morgoth’s eyes slid across their faces, and he whispered their names: “Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lay Strange, Rodolphs Lestrange, Augustus Lukewood, Amicus Carlo, Alecto Carlo…”

“There are 28 pure-blood families in the British magical world… I have seen a lot of people here. Some even one family is here…”

“Twenty-eight…pure blood…pure blood is called pure blood, not because they have a good blood and natural magic power, but because they think they are more’pure blood’ than others, I’m thankful There is not a pure-blooded family among you who are’swaying people’, who suddenly agree and disagree, gather twenty-eight and a half summons…”

Rodolphs Lestrange struggled to stand up. He looked at Chen Ang and asked in a low voice, “Dare to ask your Excellency?”

“You don’t deserve to know my name…” Morgoth glanced at Bellatrix who was lying on the ground, nodded and smiled: “Unless you imagine her… with your shallow power, looking straight I, the moment I hear our names, I will inevitably go crazy. So, you can follow the tradition here and call me the mysterious person.”

“No… you don’t deserve that name!” Bellatrix on the ground seemed to hear something, her body struggled violently, she looked at Morgoth’s face, even though her spirit had received irreparable damage. , Half of it is madness, usually due to a certain obsession, she roared: “That title belongs to a great king, and his power is not what you can imagine…”

“He is the mysterious man… and you are just a joker. Clumsy imitator!”

As soon as Bellatrix said this, the air in the entire cell was quiet, and the Death Eaters were silent and almost asphyxiated. Among them, they became followers of Voldemort for various reasons. There are weak people seeking refuge and not being Bullying, there are those who advocate power, only for the power and prestige of the Dark Lord, and there are cruel and tyrannical people who are attracted by a cruel leader who can teach them a higher form.

They are all people who feel that they are getting weaker and weaker in the changing times of the magic world. They have one thing in common, that is, now that the half-blood wizards gradually dominate the development of the magic world, they feel mental discomfort and loss of interest.

Those who have lost interest hope to go back to the past, to the era when they can do whatever they want with a surname alone.

Going back to the pure-blood-dominated magical world, letting them feel safe, powerful and superior, at this time Voldemort became the leader elected by them, and they believed that Voldemort could give them the results they wanted.

But now that Voldemort has failed once, many people have awakened from a moment of enthusiasm and realized that Voldemort may not be able to give them what they want. The reason why the Death Eaters still retain a complete organization is simply because They have nowhere to go, unless Voldemort comes back, they will all be locked in Azkaban to death!

At this time, Voldemort became a symbol-a symbol of hope.

And this leader is really cold-blooded and cruel, so cruel that some Death Eaters feel cruel, they are afraid of his punishment and dare not disobey him. Old Malfoy’s later betrayal did not only represent him alone, but a large group of Death Eaters had the same idea as old Malfoy.

Therefore, except for lunatics like Bellatrix, they would rather not speak.

“He?” Morgoth laughed in a low voice, “You mean Tom Riddle?”

A black book slipped silently from his sleeve, and he held it in his right hand. Morgoth looked at Bellatrix with crazy and angry eyes and said calmly: “Or, according to your statement— -Voldemort?”