"What an exquisite Concealing Spell!" Chen Ang exclaimed.
The sunlight shone on Chen Ang's fingertips, which were in contact with the door of the castle, and a long shadow was projected on the door of the castle. Chen Ang's palm gradually became parallel to the door of the castle. The shadow of his hand stretched out from the door, and when his hand reached into the door, the shadow of his hand stretched out from the door and intersected with his fingers.
Chen Ang flipped his hand and switched places with his own shadow.
In front of him, the whole world suddenly turned upside down. The shadow of the island where Azkaban was suddenly became three-dimensional, and the sunny island instantly turned into a shadow. Heavy rain poured down from Chen Ang's head, and the wind raged wantonly. Chen Ang was on a small island that could only be called a reef. He looked back, but did not see any trace of the Specter Ship he was on.
What appeared in front of him now was the real Azkaban. It was hidden by an ancient Concealing Spell on an isolated island in the North Sea. Someone had used a spell to divide the space here into two worlds. The one in the fog seemed to be protected by the spell, but it was only the Azkaban of the surface world. Only through the shadow could one enter the real Azkaban.
A short shadow appeared under Chen Ang's feet, and Gru walked out from the shadow.
This island was astonishingly small, and the entire castle occupied 90% of its land. The shape of Azkaban was a triangular tower. A corner of the tower's front had collapsed, and the Soul Eaters were flying above it. Huge waves crashed against the base of the tower, and it seemed that this place was always in a violent storm. The waves slapped against the reef under Chen Ang's feet, and the splashing waves splashed behind Chen Ang.
The Soul Eaters dancing in the wind found traces of Chen Ang, and they whistled. This was the sound of the wind, and the Soul Eaters themselves did not make any sound. Chen Ang could only smell the stench of decay and death brought by the seawater. He saw these black-robed monsters, their black robes fluttering in the wind. Their hollow bodies were wrapped in black cloth, and they swooped down towards Chen Ang.
Gru, who was behind Chen Ang, had already pulled out his wand nervously. At the tip of his wand, a sparkling white light had already begun to flicker.
"I didn't expect a Dark Magus like Bojin to know how to call for God's Protection!" Chen Ang thought calmly, and then he activated the true name that Morgoth had given him. At this time, the existence known as' Chen Ang 'gradually shrunk back into his soul, and the external body that belonged to Morgoth replaced Chen Ang.
At this time, a figure that was about three times the height of a normal person appeared where Chen Ang had disappeared. His face was hidden in the darkness, and only a pair of eyes that shone like raging flames were as bright as fire in the darkness.
The Soul Eaters that swooped down towards Chen Ang saw that pair of eyes, and they all let out roars that sounded like the vibration of their decaying vocal cords.
In the midst of the storm, the black-robed Soul Eaters that looked straight into the eyes let out the last and first roar of their lives, and turned into a handful of black ashes in the wind and rain. The ashes were swept away by the storm in the blink of an eye.
In the area enveloped by Morgoth's power, it was as if the surrounding light was slowly fading away. The Soul Eaters lost their power and had no choice but to descend. Their black robes became powerless and soaked, and they drooped on the ground. Morgoth absorbed their power and souls as easily as darkness. Gru became smaller and smaller in front of Chen Ang, who had transformed into Morgoth. He crawled 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 Soul Eaters were proud of was as tender as a baby and as humble as a servant in front of him.
So much so that Morgoth did not need much strength to easily enslave their souls. He wrapped his own power around their bodies, and the intense pain of eroding their souls made the Soul Eaters struggle continuously. However, they could not resist such dark power.
More Soul Eaters rushed out of the triangular tower of Azkaban. They gathered together, like a black tide surging out of Azkaban. These prison guards tumbled in the sky, swooped down, and then fell one by one, forming a puddle on the surface of the sea. Their soaked black robes tangled in the seawater. Bojin watched as the most terrifying evil creatures in the stories of the wizards wailed at the feet of Chen Ang.
They did not make a sound, but their invisible bodies under the black robes twisted and trembled, appropriately expressing their fear, fear, and pain.
Morgoth's figure turned back to look at them. He stretched out his inhuman hands that seemed to be condensed from darkness and pushed open the door of Azkaban … The inside of the prison was dark and damp, and the space for people to walk in was extremely narrow. Morgoth's figure gradually faded, and the black fog slowly dispersed. The figure inside also returned to normal.
He walked into Azkaban. As he moved forward, the darkness inside instantly expanded the space.
The ground was damp and rotten. Some Lobas and carnivorous slugs were wriggling on the stone floor of the tunnel, and some mottled rays were breeding. When they were not moving, they looked like a faintly green fungus with eyes. There were also a few hairy crabs that made their homes in the dark corners of the walls. These magical creatures usually had very strong vitality, and sometimes the wizards had to use special potions to get rid of them.
But as Morgoth gradually approached, a deep dark power gradually shrouded the space.
The bodies of these tenacious little creatures gradually withered and died. Their vitality disappeared in the darkness. The darkness that once protected them, at this moment, took their lives.
Rabastan L'Estrange was playing with a toad. This was the only game he had been able to vent the madness and despair in his heart since he had been imprisoned. The riot of the Dementors just now had attracted the attention of most of the prisoners, but Labastan just shouted, "It's most likely those mudbloods from the Ministry of Magic making trouble again!"
"I really hope that the Dementors can suck their dirty souls dry."
Labastan was dirty all over in the prison. Under his messy black hair, his face was pale and thin. After shouting a few words, Labastan wisely shut his mouth, because his most feared sister-in-law, Bellatrix Lestrange, was screaming frantically, "It's him! It's Lord Voldemort, he's here to save us! I knew that Lord Voldemort may have lost temporarily, but he will never lose to those mudbloods! "
Labastan, who lowered his head again, was surprised to see that the toad in his hand had lost its life.
It was as if something in the darkness was absorbing its vitality. The body of this fragile little creature withered into a piece of skin. Labastan felt that the darkness around him seemed to be much thicker, and an inexplicable coldness enveloped his body. In his already exhausted body, traces of energy were clearly fading.
Labastan felt as if he couldn't breathe. His mind was blank, and the warmth between his mouth and nose was being sucked away by the darkness. A numbness different from the Dementors' kiss gradually took control of him. On the outside, his skin was so pale that the blue-black blood vessels underneath could be seen.
In his blurred vision when he was suffocating, Labastan, who was leaning against the fence, saw an indescribable figure coming from the side.
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