Early in the morning on the eve of Halloween, in the ruined temple of Vic.
Unlike the European and American countries that started to make the environment gloomy and scary, the center of the temple with the altar was brightly lit. Countless magic lamps were lit up and floated in the air. If it wasn't for the weird statue and the altar style, this place would look even more holy.
The blue and white cold light reflected in the red eye of Lord Voldemort, and also cast on the countless wizards who were imprisoned under the altar.
These Adepts were blindfolded by a piece of black cloth, and their waists were tied up by a thick rope. They were strung together one after another, like cattle and sheep that had been chained up. They were driven to the high altar and formed a circle around the tall mark in the middle.
Although there were many of them, every single Magus, except for when they first entered, seemed to be affected by the Soul Seizing Mantra. They would slightly turn their covered heads to salute the mysterious person, but they didn't make any unnecessary noises. They even automatically stood in their own positions according to a certain formation, and then stood there without moving at all.
It seemed that they had completely lost their minds and the ability to move on their own. They were at the mercy of others.
"Take off your blindfolds." A sharp voice sounded, and the young sorcerers took off their blindfolds one after another. They immediately saw the mark in the middle of their eyes.
No matter from which angle, the eyeball in the middle of their palms seemed to be staring at them. In the blink of an eye, their panicked expressions turned into confusion and they fell into an illusion.
Unknown murmurs suddenly rang in his ears. Those low and slow voices seemed to be chanting a spell, but also seemed to be murmuring a prayer at the same time, enveloping him layer by layer. They seemed to feel that someone had taken off their magic robes. When their bare skin came in contact with the cold air, green goosebumps appeared on their skin.
Many wizards pulled out their wands and cut off their palms without hesitation. Then, they pointed their wands at their right eyes. In an instant, blood gushed out of their eye sockets and the eyeball with the nerves in it fell out of their eye sockets.
Under the pain, their bodies suddenly leaned forward and knelt on the ground. They lowered their heads and covered their eyes.
However, not all wizards knew how to quickly cut off their palms. Although they had fallen into an illusion, they had already begun to think of ways to cut off their palms. One of the wizards who had lost his mind dug out his right eye with his bare hands. Then, he used a transformation spell to turn his eyeball into a sharp knife and swung it at his wrist.
A few of the strong-willed wizards had already woken up before the attack and let out ear-piercing screams. Some of them even tried to stop these people from harming themselves, but the wizards who had fallen into the illusion obviously would not wake up unless they hit their palms and eyeballs a few times. They would even attack those who tried to stop them, and then they would not hesitate to finish their unfinished work.
Unlike the Death Eaters before when there were too few of them, the red blood of these victims gathered at their feet and quickly changed color. and finally, a huge black and red vortex under the altar. Their surroundings seemed to be covered in a hazy black and red fog.
The magic robes of the victims fell to the ground, and the sticky black blood splattered on their skin. It was bone-chilling. As they murmured a low incantation, the blackening blood in different shapes and sizes started to float slowly towards the ceiling.
Like black rain, it swirled upwards along the direction of the whirlpool beneath the sorcerer's feet. It drifted to a point below the ceiling of the altar and continued to flow towards the mark in the middle. The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of blood.
Lord Voldemort's sharp eyes swept across the wizards who had broken free from the illusion and made a gesture to Lucius beside him. Lucius understood and took a few steps forward. He clasped his hands in front of the Moonfiend and raised his head like an arrogant peacock. "Lucky ladies and gentlemen, now the merciful master has given you a chance to be under the command of the Dark Lord …"
Rodolphus, Bella, and the rest walked around the wizards with cold eyes.
Some of the wizards who were already scared out of their wits but were more quick-witted immediately crawled over and knelt at the feet of Lord Voldemort, desperately expressing their loyalty.
And for those who hesitated, Bella and Rodolphus who walked past them instantly had their arms cut off and their right eyes gouged out. Shrill screams sounded in the temple.
"This lunatic … inhumane …"
"This bastard has lost his mind …"
"Do those idiots think they can survive by following these madmen? I curse all of you! "
… …
The suffering adepts cursed loudly, even cursing viciously under the unbearable pain.
"You filthy bastard, how dare you say that!" Bellatrix screamed. She looked terrifying and crazy. "Piercing the heart and bones!"
Instantly, more terrifying and prolonged screams were heard. The other Death Eaters also let out vicious curses and began to torture the Sorcerers who spoke rudely to the Dark Devil King.
These pitiful people who had just been crippled were imprisoned on the spot and allowed their blood to drip onto the ground. The blood condensed into a ball and flowed towards the mark in the middle as if it had a life of its own.
"Madness?" Lord Voldemort raised his pale hand and the Death Eaters stopped their torture. "The most merciful thing in the world is that mortals can't fully understand their own thoughts … The Magic World is full of such ignorance …" Lord Voldemort's tone was very soft and his tone was surprisingly calm. But looking at his calm eyes, it made people feel that he was incomparably crazy and terrifying. He hissed. "Madness? Maybe, but it's not a curse … Relying on your weak five senses, you pretend that you understand something that you don't understand at all … To you, rationality is the curse … "
Other than the terrible moans and wails, no one dared to comment.
As offerings, the severed hands and eyeballs of the adepts had all fallen to the ground. Blood gradually covered the entire altar. Suddenly, the entire room began to tremble as if it had come alive. The adepts who were still standing struggled to maintain their posture, while the adepts who were kneeling or paralyzed on the altar due to their injuries also began to shake along with the altar.
The eyes of the Death Eaters were cast towards the door that led to the Heart of Vickner. But as time went by, everyone looked at each other and a sense of uneasiness accumulated in their hearts. This movement seemed to stop at the altar, and the stone door in the room that supposedly hid the treasure still did not move. It stood indifferently in the same place and showed no signs of opening.
The red light in Voldemort's eyes grew fiercer and fiercer. His two slitted nostrils widened. He turned his head to look at Rudolphus and was about to condemn him. Then, his snake-like face suddenly turned to the side. The vertical pupil of his one intact red eye was like that of a cat. He coldly looked at the Gate that had just appeared out of thin air and was completing its materialization in the temple.
The noisy Death Eaters in the hall held their breaths as they looked in horror at the familiar and frightening scene in front of them.
"When I find out who betrayed me, I will make him regret living in this world …" Lord Voldemort realized the significance of this annoying kid appearing behind him at this critical moment. His Eye of Vickner bulged in his eye socket and glanced suspiciously at the Death Eaters in the hall, which made his face look even more terrifying. "Stop him! Prove your loyalty with action! "
Three majestic and fully armed metal golems rushed out of the Otherworld Gate. The plate armor on their bodies was very intricate and intricate, making them look very formidable. Their tall bodies and black iron armor made people tremble in fear. The heavy running sound made people feel that even the ground seemed to be shaking.
Behind the three metal golems, a figure that Lord Voldemort was familiar with appeared.
"Happy Halloween to you in advance, Tom …" The wizard whose face was covered by the shadow of the hood, the reptilian pupils in the decorative beads that looked like evil dragon eyes, after focusing on different victims in the room, all of them stared at Lord Voldemort who was standing stiffly. "I have to bring the guests you forcibly invited over to celebrate Halloween …"
"Hold him back! This kid is afraid, that's why he brought help! When I come out of the room, it's time for us to counterattack! " An indescribable sense of urgency and fear made Voldemort roar out loud with a hint of excitement. From Allen's change of style of coming alone to find trouble with him a few times, Voldemort could tell that Allen was afraid of him after his strength was enhanced by Vic's artifact. Suddenly, he laughed out loud, "Bella, Lucius, Alexto … Don't close the stone door, follow me! We'll blow the wall straight in! "
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