"Labastan!" Labastan Lestrange's brother, Rodolphus Lestrange, noticed that something was wrong with him. From his angle, he could see the side of Labastan's face sticking out of the bars. His face was deathly pale, and his eyes had completely lost focus, as if there was an indescribable fear dominating his mind.
Rodolphus Lestrange shouted loudly, "Labastan!"
However, he realized that his brother did not respond to the sounds from the outside world. The liveliness of a human seemed to be leaving this body, taking away the last bit of warmth from this cold and dead Death Eater, leaving behind a cold and stiff body that looked like a corpse.
His unfocused eyes stared straight at the passage leading to this floor of the prison. Because of the different angles of the cells, Rodolphus and Bellatrix could not see where he was looking at. Labastan's lips had turned white, and his eyes were blue and black. As he breathed, frost gradually covered his upper lip, mouth, and nose. Thick white mist spurted out of his mouth and condensed into ice on the iron bars.
He was twitching and trembling. Rodolphus stared at him nervously, for fear that his soul would leave this body in the next second.
At this time, Bellatrix could already see Morgoth's shadow from the corner of her eyes. She noticed that a kind of darkness that devoured the surrounding light gradually appeared around them. Even the brightness in the prison had decreased a lot. A shadow that was far taller than ordinary people slowly appeared in her field of vision. The shadow slowly turned around.
Then she saw a pair of eyes that shone like flames in the inexplicable darkness …
"Ahhhhh!" Bellatrix felt a powerful spirit rushing into her mind. She felt as if a cold tentacle had reached into her head. It could even be said that it was cold, chaotic, dark, and extremely evil. They whispered in her mind like some fragmented whispers.
The violent mental impact caused her mouth and nose to bleed, but she did not care about it anymore.
What really scared her and made her want to dig her brain out were the indescribable things that entered her mind. The Sound of Mirko in the Grand Symphony of Creation, the source of evil from another universe, the flower of evil that bloomed again after usurping the chaotic consciousness and dark and evil force of the Will of the Abyss in the world of Faerun.
It was called the 'Abyss Whispers' by the believers and priests of the gods!
As a powerful Evil God of the Multiverse who carried an evil aura, an aura of fear, and dark spiritual energy, the 'Abyssal Whispers' that Morgoth carried was enough to brainwash the Empyrean Gods and the benevolent races of the upper planes.
Black blood oozed out from Bellatrix's facial orifices. Her body trembled violently. The aftereffects of being tortured by the Dementors had made her a little insane. Rodolphus ran over in horror. He lifted her head with his trembling hands. But it was already too late. Bellatrix's fragile spirit had been tortured day and night in Azkaban. After the first wave of impact from the Dark Force and the evil aura, she had already suffered irreversible damage.
"It seems like the weak humans still find it difficult to look at my true face …" Morgoth an Chen sighed.
He retracted the undulations that he had unconsciously released. He walked out from the mass of darkness that looked like a human, but was actually just a mass of thick, impenetrable darkness. In order to prevent the prisoners of Azkaban from being driven mad by Morgoth's true face, he came in front of them in his human form. His face was exactly the same as Chen Ang's, but they would not be mistaken as the same person.
Morgoth's Dark Force, the aura of fear, was too strong for humans. It was like a piece of information that was difficult for the human consciousness to understand, but it was forced into their brains to understand. Compared to this pain, the information of appearance was too insignificant, so much so that it was often ignored.
It was like an actor with superb acting skills. When playing different roles, people would often be confused by their temperament and forget that it was the same face.
At this time, the prisoners of Azkaban broke free from the suffocating darkness that surrounded Morgoth. Bellatrix's constantly struggling and trembling body slowly calmed down, and Labasta no longer twitched.
At this time, the organized criminals imprisoned in Azkaban finally had the energy to look at this uninvited guest.
Morgoth's gaze slid across their faces one by one. He whispered their names, "Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Labasta Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Augustus Rookwood, Amicus Caro, Alecto Caro …"
"There are a total of 28 pureblood families in the British magic world … I see many people here. Some even have an entire family here … "
"Twenty-eight … purebloods … The reason why purebloods are called purebloods isn't because they have excellent bloodlines or are born with powerful magical powers. It's because they believe that they're more 'purebloods' than others. I'm glad that none of you are 'indecisive.' Pureblood families that sometimes agree, and sometimes disagree. I've gathered twenty-eight and a half summoned …"
Rodolphus Lestrange struggled to stand up. He looked at Chen Ang and asked in a low voice, "May I ask who you are, Your Excellency?"
"You don't deserve to know my name …" Morgoth glanced at Bellatrix, who was paralyzed on the ground, and nodded with a smile. "Unless you want to be like her … With your shallow power, the moment you look at me and hear my name, you will inevitably go crazy. So, you can follow the tradition here and call me — Mystery Man. "
"No … You don't deserve that title!" Bellatrix, who was on the ground, seemed to have heard something. Her body instinctively struggled violently. She looked at Morgoth's face, even though her spirit had suffered irrecoverable damage. Half of it was madness, and the other half was due to some kind of obsession. She roared, "That title belongs to a great king, and his power is beyond your imagination …"
"He is Mystery Man … and you are just a clown. A clumsy imitator! "
As soon as Bellatrix said this, the air in the cell became quiet. The Death Eaters were so silent that they almost suffocated. Among them, there were many reasons for becoming followers of Voldemort. There were the weak who sought protection from being bullied. There were those who worshipped power and only wanted to touch the prestige of the Dark Devil King. There were also those who were cruel and violent who were attracted by a leader who could teach them a higher form of cruelty.
They were all people who felt that they were getting weaker and weaker in the changing times of the magic world. They had one thing in common, which was that they felt mentally uncomfortable and lost their interests now that the mixed blood Sorcerers were gradually dominating the development of the magic world.
These people who lost their interests hoped to return to the past, to the time when they could do whatever they wanted with just a surname.
They wanted to return to the time when pure-blooded magic world made them feel safe, powerful, and superior. At this time, Voldemort became the leader they elected, and they believed that Voldemort could give them the results they wanted.
But now that Voldemort had failed once, many people had woken up from their momentary fanaticism and realized that Voldemort might not be able to give them what they wanted. The reason why the Death Eaters still maintained a complete organization was because they had nowhere else to go. Unless Voldemort returned, they would all be locked up in Azkaban until they died!
At this time, Voldemort became a symbol — a symbol of hope.
And this leader was really cold-blooded and cruel, so cruel that even some Death Eaters found it cruel. They were afraid of his punishment and did not dare to disobey him. Old Malfoy's betrayal did not only represent him, but a large number of Death Eaters had the same thoughts.
So, other than a lunatic like Bellatrix, they would rather not speak.
"Him?" Morgoth laughed softly. "You mean Tom Riddle?"
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